Bundle Of Joy
Bundle Of Joy
Fandom: Supernatural AR
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R-15 for language and sexual references
Word Count: 727
Summary: "That's right Sammy you're going to be an uncle."
A/N Unbeta'd but it's only a short one shot. Just an attempt at some humorous mpreg for NYE.
Sam whipped around when he heard the motel room's door burst open as Dean came rushing into the room, Castiel close behind. "Sam we have a problem," announced Dean pacing up and down the room.
"What's going on?" was all Sam could ask, clearly recognising that his brother was in a state.
"Oh you know nothing important just the fact that I'm pregnant!" yelled Dean, unzipping his jacket to show off the bump below his stomach. Jaw dropped Sam could barely audit a response. "That's right Sammy you're going to be an uncle."
Confused, Sam could barely look away from his brother's stomach. "How...how did this happen?" He finally managed to stammer out.
"To Hell if I know!" Barked Dean. "Yesterday I was fine and this morning I woke up three months pregnant!"
"Actually it's more like four months," added Castiel.
"Great thanks House," quipped Dean.
"Hold on," Sam finally regained his logical thought process. "You were fine yesterday when I saw you, what did you do last night?"
Dean diverted his gaze away from his brother. "Nothing I stayed in my room."
"With me," added the angel once more, a grin on his face this time, earning him a glare from Dean.
Confused Sam ran a hand through his hair. "What were you two doing last night that would have gotten Dean - oh," he paused when he realised. "You two had sex?"
"Yes dad but that doesn't explain this," Dean pointed to his protruding belly.
"Well Dean when two people have sex that can lead to preg-"
"I know how pregnancy works," bit back Dean, cutting off his brother's smartass comment. "But I am not a woman, besides I fucked, I mean I stuck my...I wore a condom okay. So why am I the one who's pregnant anyways?"
Perplexed, Sam just sat at his desk pondering the many theories that ran through his brain. "No demon has that kind of power?" Castiel shook his head. "Or angel?" Castiel shook his head again. "Perhaps," Sam was stumped. "Maybe..." he really how no idea how. "Maybe it was a witch?"
"Yes!" Dean agreed instantly. "Some big ugly witch with a fucked up sense of humour. Let's find her and kill that evil son of a bitch."
A hand on his arm halted Dean who was already making a beeline for the door. "No," Castiel said flatly holding the hunter in place.
"What do you mean no?" asked Dean who was getting more pissed off by the minute.
"Hunting," Castiel said as he placed his spare hand on Dean's abdomen, "Is extremely physically demanding and exhausting, neither of which are good for you or our unborn child."
"You have got to be kidding me," spat Dean, but Castiel's face remained stern and unchanging. "I need a drink," demanded the hunter as he smacked the angel's hand away and slumped onto the spare chair opposite his brother.
"No," repeated Castiel, the word quickly becoming one of Dean's least favourite. "Alcohol can be very damaging to a developing fetus."
Sam stood, taking a couple of steps away from the other man for safety. "Actually Dean he's right."
"Your brother and I will track down those responsible and deal with the situation," explained Castiel. "You need your rest."
"You're telling me I can't hunt or drink?" the others were lucky that Dean was currently unarmed. He was fighting a losing battle as Castiel seemed unwilling to budge on his stance. "Can you at least bring me back some pie?" Finally the angel nodded in agreement. Dean wasn’t going to admit he was at least a little relieved at that. "Wait what are you doing?" Dean's attention quickly fell on his younger brother when he noticed Sam was on his phone.
"I'm calling Meg," Sam shrugged. "What? Someone should be here to watch you."
"Sammy, don't you dare!" Warned Dean with a finger pointed at his brother and tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Dean are you crying?" noticed Sam hiding his ever growing grin.
"I can't help it," replied Dean, wiping his eyes, trying to maintain some manly disposition as the other two men left.
Sam smirked shaking his head. "Hormonal mood swings," he mused to Castiel as they walked towards the Impala.
"Tell me about it," agreed Castiel. "At least you don't have to share a bed with him."
Fandom: Supernatural AR
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R-15 for language and sexual references
Word Count: 727
Summary: "That's right Sammy you're going to be an uncle."
A/N Unbeta'd but it's only a short one shot. Just an attempt at some humorous mpreg for NYE.
Sam whipped around when he heard the motel room's door burst open as Dean came rushing into the room, Castiel close behind. "Sam we have a problem," announced Dean pacing up and down the room.
"What's going on?" was all Sam could ask, clearly recognising that his brother was in a state.
"Oh you know nothing important just the fact that I'm pregnant!" yelled Dean, unzipping his jacket to show off the bump below his stomach. Jaw dropped Sam could barely audit a response. "That's right Sammy you're going to be an uncle."
Confused, Sam could barely look away from his brother's stomach. "How...how did this happen?" He finally managed to stammer out.
"To Hell if I know!" Barked Dean. "Yesterday I was fine and this morning I woke up three months pregnant!"
"Actually it's more like four months," added Castiel.
"Great thanks House," quipped Dean.
"Hold on," Sam finally regained his logical thought process. "You were fine yesterday when I saw you, what did you do last night?"
Dean diverted his gaze away from his brother. "Nothing I stayed in my room."
"With me," added the angel once more, a grin on his face this time, earning him a glare from Dean.
Confused Sam ran a hand through his hair. "What were you two doing last night that would have gotten Dean - oh," he paused when he realised. "You two had sex?"
"Yes dad but that doesn't explain this," Dean pointed to his protruding belly.
"Well Dean when two people have sex that can lead to preg-"
"I know how pregnancy works," bit back Dean, cutting off his brother's smartass comment. "But I am not a woman, besides I fucked, I mean I stuck my...I wore a condom okay. So why am I the one who's pregnant anyways?"
Perplexed, Sam just sat at his desk pondering the many theories that ran through his brain. "No demon has that kind of power?" Castiel shook his head. "Or angel?" Castiel shook his head again. "Perhaps," Sam was stumped. "Maybe..." he really how no idea how. "Maybe it was a witch?"
"Yes!" Dean agreed instantly. "Some big ugly witch with a fucked up sense of humour. Let's find her and kill that evil son of a bitch."
A hand on his arm halted Dean who was already making a beeline for the door. "No," Castiel said flatly holding the hunter in place.
"What do you mean no?" asked Dean who was getting more pissed off by the minute.
"Hunting," Castiel said as he placed his spare hand on Dean's abdomen, "Is extremely physically demanding and exhausting, neither of which are good for you or our unborn child."
"You have got to be kidding me," spat Dean, but Castiel's face remained stern and unchanging. "I need a drink," demanded the hunter as he smacked the angel's hand away and slumped onto the spare chair opposite his brother.
"No," repeated Castiel, the word quickly becoming one of Dean's least favourite. "Alcohol can be very damaging to a developing fetus."
Sam stood, taking a couple of steps away from the other man for safety. "Actually Dean he's right."
"Your brother and I will track down those responsible and deal with the situation," explained Castiel. "You need your rest."
"You're telling me I can't hunt or drink?" the others were lucky that Dean was currently unarmed. He was fighting a losing battle as Castiel seemed unwilling to budge on his stance. "Can you at least bring me back some pie?" Finally the angel nodded in agreement. Dean wasn’t going to admit he was at least a little relieved at that. "Wait what are you doing?" Dean's attention quickly fell on his younger brother when he noticed Sam was on his phone.
"I'm calling Meg," Sam shrugged. "What? Someone should be here to watch you."
"Sammy, don't you dare!" Warned Dean with a finger pointed at his brother and tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Dean are you crying?" noticed Sam hiding his ever growing grin.
"I can't help it," replied Dean, wiping his eyes, trying to maintain some manly disposition as the other two men left.
Sam smirked shaking his head. "Hormonal mood swings," he mused to Castiel as they walked towards the Impala.
"Tell me about it," agreed Castiel. "At least you don't have to share a bed with him."