Fic: The Eye, The Star, and The Portal (Sam/Dean,Explicit) Part 3
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Ophelia: Almost there, drink up, buddy
Sam: Haha, this stuff looks disgusting, but I’m on it
He set the Seal of Solomon and the brass ceremonial bowl on a library table and headed back down the hall to Dean’s room. First he cleaned Dean up with a warm washcloth, removing his boxers and tossing them into the hamper. He didn’t think it would be fair for Dean to come out of this with a case of the crusties. Plus, Marco and Ophelia would see the evidence while Dean was laying there naked and know what Sam had done. Well, they probably already had guessed that about him.
Sam got Dean sitting up and drinking the concoction. Luckily he was out of enough that he didn’t protest too much, his glazed over eyes told Sam how close they were cutting this. After they’d finished their drinks, Sam helped Dean walk out to the war room, and laid him out on the big map table. Completely naked as requested, it was hard to ignore how big his belly had grown. It had all happened so fast, Sam felt a rush of cold fear go through him, that this wouldn’t work, that he would fail to save Dean from this horror. His only hope was that he ended up with Dean wherever the mad gods took him.
“Take me too,” Sam whispered to no one.
He let himself look at Dean one last time as he took off his own robe and laid it with Dean’s on a chair. He sat on the table and swung his legs up, arranging himself next to Dean, he wrapped their hands together and closed his eyes, feeling the drink take effect at last. At least the robes weren’t on the floor under the map table, Dean wouldn’t like that, was the last thing that Sam remembered thinking. It all went blank after that.
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Marco and Ophelia arrived at the bunker in the promised two days to find Sam and Dean entwined on the map table. Both of the brothers had glowing eyes, but they were passed out cold and didn’t even react to having their eyelids pulled up. Dean’s belly was enormous, distended and writhing with what was growing inside. It looked like a lot had happened since the last time they’d communicated with Sam. Neither brother moved or spoke or reacted at all to being touched, it was creepy as hell seeing them with their eyes glowing that sickly purple through their closed eyelids.
“All this, just because our great-grandfather couldn’t fucking get over the horrors of World War I,” Marco said.
“If they’d had some mental health services for the returning soldiers available back then, it might have stopped this from ever happening,” Ophelia said.
“That’s why we’re here doing this instead of running in the opposite direction like any normal person would,” Marco said.
“We would’t though, because we’re legacies to all of this,” Ophelia said, gesturing around the room, “Diego would have probably done the same thing.”
Marco gestured at the tattoo on his forearm, “You’re probably right, guess we’re finally getting a chance to set things right, pay our family debt or something.”
“It’s just like Diego said, right? 'Upon us we shall call forth new gods, Yokoth and her mate Glythur. And they will cleanse this world of hate and bring a new paradise.’ We’re sending his new gods packing for real this time, and hopefully the Winchesters will survive.”
“Yeah, seems like the world kinda needs these guys around, even if they are sort of old for the gig,” Marco said, still looking at his tattoo.
Ophelia wrapped her hand around Marco’s forearm, right over the tattoo, Marco did the same in return, they pressed their foreheads together, both gathering strength from their connection. They opened their eyes at the same moment, and then nodded with firm resolve to get the job done this time, once and for all.
Marco and Ophelia found the Seal of Solomon that Sam had left out on one of the library tables for them and prepared to do the ritual that they were taught by their grandfather. Marco held the heavy silver chain of the purple meteoric rock, the focus of so much human effort over all these years. It seemed to glow from within itself, not reflecting light but instead emanating it with the same sickly purple glow as the Winchesters’ eyes.
Before they had even begun the first chant, Sam suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open and blazing with that ethereal purple that they’d seen in Sandy’s eyes back home. “You cannot stop me, I am eternal. I have him, he is mine.” One of Sam’s hands wrapped around Dean’s neck, not choking, just in a possessive gesture.
“Nope, you can’t have him, not all of him, not the part that counts. Dean’s soul already belongs to someone else,” Ophelia said, starting the fire up in the brass bowl.
“He is nothing, just a vessel, just like this one,” Yokoth said, Sam’s hand waving at the impressive length of Sam’s naked body.
“Listen, these men are not vessels, they are people, and they’re not for you to take over and use as you please,” Ophelia said.
“You’re not even really here, are you, Yokoth?” Marco asked. “You can do this only because your offspring are inside our friend.”
“My my, my, oh how the tiniest ants can only learn if they but try,” Yokoth murmured with a sibilance that made Marco’s skin crawl.
Ophelia bumped his elbow, so Marco refocused on beginning the ritual. He added the last ingredients to the fire burning in the ceremonial bowl, the flames leapt up turning dark orange and then fading into purple that nearly matched the Seal of Solomon. He wiped off the bare skin on Dean’s distended belly with antiseptic and injected several measures of lidocaine below the belly button. He nodded at Ophelia to begin.
"Insanidox Koth Munto!” Ophelia cried, raising the purple stone high over her head, swinging it back and forth, its eerie purple light increasing each time she repeated the phrase that would reopen the portal. "Insanidox Koth Munto!”
Marco joined her in chanting the words, holding the knife that he would have to cut into Dean’s belly in the next moment, his hands trembled, he’d never sliced into another person’s body, just lightly cut himself for ceremonies. Finally the words had been said enough times, the crack in the portal was beginning to open. He knew that it couldn’t be allowed to stay open for too long or to be opened up too widely, otherwise Yokoth and Glythur would be able to slip through. It only had to remain open long enough to let the offspring pass through into their world. The now-familiar sickly purple light from another universe shone down on the brothers’ naked skin below the portal.
Ophelia gestured wildly at Marco, pointing at Dean’s belly which was writhing, something pushing and distending the skin towards them like it was trying to birth itself. He raised the knife, took a deep breath to steady his hand and began the horizontal cut an inch below Dean’s belly button. Marco had learned how deep he had to cut to get through the layers based on YouTube home-emergency-cesarean videos he’d watched on their drive to the bunker. He sent up a little prayer to any deities besides Yokoth that were just happening to listen in to guide his hand and help him save Dean and their world.
Sam screamed and thrashed next to Dean, trying to reach him, to stop Marco’s knife, but he carried on cutting into Dean as planned. The moment he punctured through the final muscle layer, Yokoth’s offspring erupted through the wound, flowing up into the space over the brother’s bodies. It hovered there, wet and slimy like an oversized pupae sack. The thing rotated slowly, dripping blood and viscera down to land on the table and Dean’s skin with a disgusting splat. It seemed to pulse and Marco thought it might open, might birth the offspring into their world. Thankfully it began to rise a bit towards the crack in the portal opened above the table like it was being pulled in by tractor beam.
Sam screamed again, “No, not my children, no!” The pupae sack rose even higher towards the slit of light, finally passing through it to disappear from view. Sam’s eyes blazed with a final flare of that unearthly purple light and he collapsed against the table. His eyes closed again, but this time no longer glowing.
Dean’s belly was flat now, and so very bloody because the five inch long incision was gaping wide. Marco held a clean towel against the wound hoping this would all be over in time to stitch him up and save Dean’s life before he bled out.
Ophelia began chanting again, this time with the words that would close the portal for good. “Panto Koth Munto!” She held the Seal of Solomon raised high above her head, her body swaying with the power emanating from the wound in the world. The purple stone sparkled and shone, reflecting, then absorbing the light from Yokoth’s universe through the portal.
Marco joined in, raising his voice and shouting the words with her until the tear in their world silently zipped itself closed, the faint light of another universe faded to nothing.
“We’ve got to get him stitched up, there’s so much blood,” Marco said with urgency, “quick, Phee, c’mon, hand me the stuff.” He didn’t want to take any pressure off the wound in Dean’s belly and the towels had already soaked through.
Ophelia scuttled around the table and opened up the med kit they’d brought with them, she twisted the top off the bottle of disinfectant and poured it onto Dean’s skin as soon as Marco slowly moved the blood-soaked towel.
Dean’s eyes fluttered and he groaned, but he didn’t wake up. Ophelia tore open a suture kit and quickly stitched the layers of Dean’s body back together. Sam stirred next to him as Ophelia tied off the final stitch. She cleaned the area around the wound with gauze and disinfectant. Sam watched her as she smoothed a bandage over the neat stitches and secured it with medical tape.
“Thanks, Ophelia, looks like you’ve had some quality suturing practice there,” Sam said.
“I did a year of veterinary school, so yep, I’m the family expert,” Ophelia said.
“Who did the cutting?” Sam said looking between the two of them.
Marco raised his bloody right hand which still held the knife. “That’d be me, learned it all courtesy of Dr. Tube’s training videos.”
“As in Dr. You Tube?” Sam asked with a grin.
They laughed and Ophelia threw Sam one of the robes that were on the chair. Sam caught it and pulled it around himself, hopping off the table to tie it securely. He helped clean up most of the blood from the table and laid the other robe on top of Dean like a blanket for now.
“So I take it the whole thing worked?” Sam asked looking between them.
Ophelia collapsed into Marco’s side, he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up. “It got a little weird there, but we think so, right, Phee?”
She looked up at him, exhausted lines around her eyes, she looked like she’d had a near-death experience. “Yokoth, she…uh, she tried to get into me, because Sam, you were resisting her so hard, she tried to jump into me.”
“What?” Marco said, holding her away from him so he could examine her. “Are you okay?”
“I am yeah, but only because Sam’s will was strong enough to hold her,” Ophelia said.
“He has some experience being a vessel for cosmic beings,” Dean said in a croaky voice.
“Dean, are you…?” Sam turned to him, hands fluttering around his face and shoulders.
“Wait, don’t sit up yet, you’ve got an incision,” Marco said.
Dean groaned, hand going to his belly. “That’s what it is, thought I could feel something tugging at my skin.”
“The local anesthetic Marco shot you with is going to wear off pretty soon, so take these. Hopefully they’ll kick in on time,” Ophelia said, handing Dean two big painkillers and a bottle of water.
“Wow, you guys really came prepared. You’re like a mobile supernatural surgery unit, pretty badass,” Sam said as he held Dean up a little so he could take the pills. He lowered Dean back to the table top, keeping his hand on Dean’s bare shoulder. Dean’s hand landed on his, warm and comforting. He still had the other one resting on his lower belly, but at least it was no longer moving and massaging its contents.
“The offspring are gone through the portal, and Yokoth’s hold on you should be gone with them,” Marco said.
“Them?” Dean asked in a weak voice, his eyes closed against the thought of more than one.
“There were…uh, several of them, yeah. But they weren’t separated yet, so I can’t give you an exact number,” Marco said.
Dean shuddered at the thought and muttered to himself. “Fucking litter of hellbeasts.”
“We’re sorry this even happened, we really should have checked you over before you left Capitulum Seven,” Ophelia said.
“It’s not your fault, none of us knew, and besides you came all this way and fixed it,” Sam said.
“We just wish our great-grandfather had never fooled with this bullshit in the first place,” Ophelia said, still holding The Seal of Solomon.
“You think the thing will still work to get us into the other other world?” Dean asked.
Ophelia held it up so it could catch the light, it still seemed to glow from within. “No freaking idea, but it’s worth trying once you’re healed.”
“You think it’s really over this time?” Sam asked.
“Unless you guys traveling to the other other world and somehow bring back a new crop of monsters, yeah I think so,” Marco said.
“Your great-grandfather would be really proud of you guys, cleaning up his mess,” Dean said.
“I…hope you’re right,” Ophelia said.
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It was going to be a few hard weeks of recovery, as Dean had basically just had an impromptu cesarean section. Sam hovered and mother-henned him so much that he almost felt like screaming and running away. But he couldn’t, because the muscles in his body were still knitting themselves back together. They hung out together a lot, on Dean’s bed because it was the most comfortable.
“So what was it that you did to us exactly?” Dean asked, after finally pulling some information out of Sam about what had happened.
“Marco and Ophelia, they had a spell that I did to uh, soul-bind us temporarily, that way I could support you during the whole thing. Otherwise, Yokoth would have been able to take you away,” Sam said.
Sam didn’t say the ‘away from me’ part, but Dean heard it loud and clear. “It was only temporary?”
“I guess, well, actually they didn’t say how long exactly it would last. And I…uh, well I didn’t ask,” Sam admitted.
"Are we still-you know, soul-bond then?” Dean asked.
Sam closed his eyes and nodded slowly. Dean closed his too and tried to tell if anything felt different between them. He could feel Sam’s presence, hear him breathing, smell his sandalwood shampoo, but that was normal. But then, there was something new, like a string, no, a few strings that stretched between them across the small distance on his bed. He mentally tugged on one and could feel Sam’s reaction when he tugged back.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over at Sam, sitting there so grim and determined. “It’s okay, Sammy. You did what you had to do, thanks.”
Sam’s eyes opened, meeting his, wide and surprised to be thanked. “You’d have done the same, Dean.”
“Never thought in a million years I’d end up with this kind of scar,” Dean said, gesturing at his flat belly.
“You feel back to normal inside yet?” Sam asked. “Maybe we should go see Dr. Robert and get you checked out.”
“Man, how would we even begin to explain all this crazy crap?” Dean asked.
“That’s kinda his job, isn’t it?” Sam asked.
“I think it’s going to be okay, just feel like the furniture got moved around a little bit in there. You’re taking good enough care of me,” Dean said.
“You’ll tell me if anything seems off, right?” Sam said.
“Yeah, I will, no fooling around with possible extra monster babies, I swear,” Dean said with a laugh.
Dean started to enjoy it though, all the intense attention, having Sam’s hands on him constantly, tending to his healing wound was the best sort of pleasurable torture. As soon as he started to feel better he weaned himself off the painkillers. But then he began to feel aroused when Sam’s hands would skim the sensitive skin of his lower belly when he’d be checking his scar or helping him get dressed. He couldn’t seem to help himself this morning, and he was about to apologize for his arousal when Sam’s hand slipped a little lower, taking him out of his boxers.
Sam’s hand was soft and rough at the same time, and so strong as he slowly stroked Dean. His brother’s lips were red and puffy from biting them, probably to keep himself from asking if it was okay. Which would have been a dumb question, it was more than okay, it was exactly what Dean had always wanted but never thought he could have.
He couldn’t take watching Sam’s face, the worry on it, how unsure he seemed about what he was doing, so Dean reached up and pulled him down close enough to press their lips together. Sam’s hand stopped moving, but was still gripping him tightly as he kissed Dean back down into the bed. There wasn’t much more Dean could do, thrusting himself through Sam’s grip to keep the pleasure going, but that much movement hurt his still healing scar. Sam’s hand started moving again as he probably realized and Dean kissed him harder in thanks. A few more pulls and Dean was coming, hot and messy over Sam’s hand.
Sam pulled back from Dean’s lips and stared down at him in amazement and something that might have been lust. Dean realized that he had never seen this look on his brother’s face before.
“Sammy?” Dean asked, his voice husky with the emotion he was feeling.
“You okay, Dean?” Sam asked, his voice as soft and tender as his eyes. His brother didn’t even sound like himself.
“More than, yeah,” Dean said, smiling up at him, sated and pleased with the turn they were making together.
Sam crawled up onto the bed and stretched out along Dean’s body. Dean could feel his hardness against his hip.
“Can I take care of care of you now?”
“Yeah…uh, but I don’t want to hurt you,” Sam said.
“Pretty sure a hand job isn’t going to strain me more than coming myself like a freight train from one did,” Dean said with a purr he felt deep in his bones. This was the only thing he wanted right now. “Want to see you come for me, Sammy, c’mon, get over here.”
Sam yanked down his sweatpants and boxers and slid up a little further along Dean’s body. He palmed himself with Dean’s release. Dean’s hand was in the perfect place and he began stroking Sam, an easy slow rhythm at first, just to get used to what Sam liked, to see how he responded. He tried out a few of his tried and true moves that he used on himself and Sam began to thrust along with him, his hand sped up and Sam matched him. Sam curved his face down to Dean’s and kissed him hard and insistent.
Dean murmured into Sam’s mouth, “C’mon, Sammy, give it to me.”
Sam groaned and thrust two more times, coming hard all over Dean’s hand. Dean smeared most of into Sam’s belly, but licked the rest from his hand. Sam groaned again and kissed him deeply, the taste of Sam’s come and Sam mixing into one of the best things Dean had ever tasted. Their frantic kiss finally slowed down, and Dean could feel his toes curling from the sheer pleasure of it, finally and after all this time. His belly filled up with something warm and new, not monster babies this time thank god, but instead a swooping joy at finally having this with Sam.
“Finally, huh?” Sam asked, lips moving against Dean’s.
“Yeah, finally, dude. It took you long enough,” Dean said.
“Took almost losing you to some mad gods from another universe,” Sam said.
“Well, I guess I owe them a fruit basket or something,” Dean said.
“Pretty sure FedEx doesn’t deliver to monster universes,” Sam said, tucking his arm under Dean’s head and bringing him into an embrace.
“Fine, I’ll send it to Ophelia and Marco instead,” Dean said, snuggling into his brother’s arms. And wasn’t that a damn fine thing to be doing-finally.
The End
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Ophelia: Almost there, drink up, buddy
Sam: Haha, this stuff looks disgusting, but I’m on it
He set the Seal of Solomon and the brass ceremonial bowl on a library table and headed back down the hall to Dean’s room. First he cleaned Dean up with a warm washcloth, removing his boxers and tossing them into the hamper. He didn’t think it would be fair for Dean to come out of this with a case of the crusties. Plus, Marco and Ophelia would see the evidence while Dean was laying there naked and know what Sam had done. Well, they probably already had guessed that about him.
Sam got Dean sitting up and drinking the concoction. Luckily he was out of enough that he didn’t protest too much, his glazed over eyes told Sam how close they were cutting this. After they’d finished their drinks, Sam helped Dean walk out to the war room, and laid him out on the big map table. Completely naked as requested, it was hard to ignore how big his belly had grown. It had all happened so fast, Sam felt a rush of cold fear go through him, that this wouldn’t work, that he would fail to save Dean from this horror. His only hope was that he ended up with Dean wherever the mad gods took him.
“Take me too,” Sam whispered to no one.
He let himself look at Dean one last time as he took off his own robe and laid it with Dean’s on a chair. He sat on the table and swung his legs up, arranging himself next to Dean, he wrapped their hands together and closed his eyes, feeling the drink take effect at last. At least the robes weren’t on the floor under the map table, Dean wouldn’t like that, was the last thing that Sam remembered thinking. It all went blank after that.
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Marco and Ophelia arrived at the bunker in the promised two days to find Sam and Dean entwined on the map table. Both of the brothers had glowing eyes, but they were passed out cold and didn’t even react to having their eyelids pulled up. Dean’s belly was enormous, distended and writhing with what was growing inside. It looked like a lot had happened since the last time they’d communicated with Sam. Neither brother moved or spoke or reacted at all to being touched, it was creepy as hell seeing them with their eyes glowing that sickly purple through their closed eyelids.
“All this, just because our great-grandfather couldn’t fucking get over the horrors of World War I,” Marco said.
“If they’d had some mental health services for the returning soldiers available back then, it might have stopped this from ever happening,” Ophelia said.
“That’s why we’re here doing this instead of running in the opposite direction like any normal person would,” Marco said.
“We would’t though, because we’re legacies to all of this,” Ophelia said, gesturing around the room, “Diego would have probably done the same thing.”
Marco gestured at the tattoo on his forearm, “You’re probably right, guess we’re finally getting a chance to set things right, pay our family debt or something.”
“It’s just like Diego said, right? 'Upon us we shall call forth new gods, Yokoth and her mate Glythur. And they will cleanse this world of hate and bring a new paradise.’ We’re sending his new gods packing for real this time, and hopefully the Winchesters will survive.”
“Yeah, seems like the world kinda needs these guys around, even if they are sort of old for the gig,” Marco said, still looking at his tattoo.
Ophelia wrapped her hand around Marco’s forearm, right over the tattoo, Marco did the same in return, they pressed their foreheads together, both gathering strength from their connection. They opened their eyes at the same moment, and then nodded with firm resolve to get the job done this time, once and for all.
Marco and Ophelia found the Seal of Solomon that Sam had left out on one of the library tables for them and prepared to do the ritual that they were taught by their grandfather. Marco held the heavy silver chain of the purple meteoric rock, the focus of so much human effort over all these years. It seemed to glow from within itself, not reflecting light but instead emanating it with the same sickly purple glow as the Winchesters’ eyes.
Before they had even begun the first chant, Sam suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open and blazing with that ethereal purple that they’d seen in Sandy’s eyes back home. “You cannot stop me, I am eternal. I have him, he is mine.” One of Sam’s hands wrapped around Dean’s neck, not choking, just in a possessive gesture.
“Nope, you can’t have him, not all of him, not the part that counts. Dean’s soul already belongs to someone else,” Ophelia said, starting the fire up in the brass bowl.
“He is nothing, just a vessel, just like this one,” Yokoth said, Sam’s hand waving at the impressive length of Sam’s naked body.
“Listen, these men are not vessels, they are people, and they’re not for you to take over and use as you please,” Ophelia said.
“You’re not even really here, are you, Yokoth?” Marco asked. “You can do this only because your offspring are inside our friend.”
“My my, my, oh how the tiniest ants can only learn if they but try,” Yokoth murmured with a sibilance that made Marco’s skin crawl.
Ophelia bumped his elbow, so Marco refocused on beginning the ritual. He added the last ingredients to the fire burning in the ceremonial bowl, the flames leapt up turning dark orange and then fading into purple that nearly matched the Seal of Solomon. He wiped off the bare skin on Dean’s distended belly with antiseptic and injected several measures of lidocaine below the belly button. He nodded at Ophelia to begin.
"Insanidox Koth Munto!” Ophelia cried, raising the purple stone high over her head, swinging it back and forth, its eerie purple light increasing each time she repeated the phrase that would reopen the portal. "Insanidox Koth Munto!”
Marco joined her in chanting the words, holding the knife that he would have to cut into Dean’s belly in the next moment, his hands trembled, he’d never sliced into another person’s body, just lightly cut himself for ceremonies. Finally the words had been said enough times, the crack in the portal was beginning to open. He knew that it couldn’t be allowed to stay open for too long or to be opened up too widely, otherwise Yokoth and Glythur would be able to slip through. It only had to remain open long enough to let the offspring pass through into their world. The now-familiar sickly purple light from another universe shone down on the brothers’ naked skin below the portal.
Ophelia gestured wildly at Marco, pointing at Dean’s belly which was writhing, something pushing and distending the skin towards them like it was trying to birth itself. He raised the knife, took a deep breath to steady his hand and began the horizontal cut an inch below Dean’s belly button. Marco had learned how deep he had to cut to get through the layers based on YouTube home-emergency-cesarean videos he’d watched on their drive to the bunker. He sent up a little prayer to any deities besides Yokoth that were just happening to listen in to guide his hand and help him save Dean and their world.
Sam screamed and thrashed next to Dean, trying to reach him, to stop Marco’s knife, but he carried on cutting into Dean as planned. The moment he punctured through the final muscle layer, Yokoth’s offspring erupted through the wound, flowing up into the space over the brother’s bodies. It hovered there, wet and slimy like an oversized pupae sack. The thing rotated slowly, dripping blood and viscera down to land on the table and Dean’s skin with a disgusting splat. It seemed to pulse and Marco thought it might open, might birth the offspring into their world. Thankfully it began to rise a bit towards the crack in the portal opened above the table like it was being pulled in by tractor beam.
Sam screamed again, “No, not my children, no!” The pupae sack rose even higher towards the slit of light, finally passing through it to disappear from view. Sam’s eyes blazed with a final flare of that unearthly purple light and he collapsed against the table. His eyes closed again, but this time no longer glowing.
Dean’s belly was flat now, and so very bloody because the five inch long incision was gaping wide. Marco held a clean towel against the wound hoping this would all be over in time to stitch him up and save Dean’s life before he bled out.
Ophelia began chanting again, this time with the words that would close the portal for good. “Panto Koth Munto!” She held the Seal of Solomon raised high above her head, her body swaying with the power emanating from the wound in the world. The purple stone sparkled and shone, reflecting, then absorbing the light from Yokoth’s universe through the portal.
Marco joined in, raising his voice and shouting the words with her until the tear in their world silently zipped itself closed, the faint light of another universe faded to nothing.
“We’ve got to get him stitched up, there’s so much blood,” Marco said with urgency, “quick, Phee, c’mon, hand me the stuff.” He didn’t want to take any pressure off the wound in Dean’s belly and the towels had already soaked through.
Ophelia scuttled around the table and opened up the med kit they’d brought with them, she twisted the top off the bottle of disinfectant and poured it onto Dean’s skin as soon as Marco slowly moved the blood-soaked towel.
Dean’s eyes fluttered and he groaned, but he didn’t wake up. Ophelia tore open a suture kit and quickly stitched the layers of Dean’s body back together. Sam stirred next to him as Ophelia tied off the final stitch. She cleaned the area around the wound with gauze and disinfectant. Sam watched her as she smoothed a bandage over the neat stitches and secured it with medical tape.
“Thanks, Ophelia, looks like you’ve had some quality suturing practice there,” Sam said.
“I did a year of veterinary school, so yep, I’m the family expert,” Ophelia said.
“Who did the cutting?” Sam said looking between the two of them.
Marco raised his bloody right hand which still held the knife. “That’d be me, learned it all courtesy of Dr. Tube’s training videos.”
“As in Dr. You Tube?” Sam asked with a grin.
They laughed and Ophelia threw Sam one of the robes that were on the chair. Sam caught it and pulled it around himself, hopping off the table to tie it securely. He helped clean up most of the blood from the table and laid the other robe on top of Dean like a blanket for now.
“So I take it the whole thing worked?” Sam asked looking between them.
Ophelia collapsed into Marco’s side, he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up. “It got a little weird there, but we think so, right, Phee?”
She looked up at him, exhausted lines around her eyes, she looked like she’d had a near-death experience. “Yokoth, she…uh, she tried to get into me, because Sam, you were resisting her so hard, she tried to jump into me.”
“What?” Marco said, holding her away from him so he could examine her. “Are you okay?”
“I am yeah, but only because Sam’s will was strong enough to hold her,” Ophelia said.
“He has some experience being a vessel for cosmic beings,” Dean said in a croaky voice.
“Dean, are you…?” Sam turned to him, hands fluttering around his face and shoulders.
“Wait, don’t sit up yet, you’ve got an incision,” Marco said.
Dean groaned, hand going to his belly. “That’s what it is, thought I could feel something tugging at my skin.”
“The local anesthetic Marco shot you with is going to wear off pretty soon, so take these. Hopefully they’ll kick in on time,” Ophelia said, handing Dean two big painkillers and a bottle of water.
“Wow, you guys really came prepared. You’re like a mobile supernatural surgery unit, pretty badass,” Sam said as he held Dean up a little so he could take the pills. He lowered Dean back to the table top, keeping his hand on Dean’s bare shoulder. Dean’s hand landed on his, warm and comforting. He still had the other one resting on his lower belly, but at least it was no longer moving and massaging its contents.
“The offspring are gone through the portal, and Yokoth’s hold on you should be gone with them,” Marco said.
“Them?” Dean asked in a weak voice, his eyes closed against the thought of more than one.
“There were…uh, several of them, yeah. But they weren’t separated yet, so I can’t give you an exact number,” Marco said.
Dean shuddered at the thought and muttered to himself. “Fucking litter of hellbeasts.”
“We’re sorry this even happened, we really should have checked you over before you left Capitulum Seven,” Ophelia said.
“It’s not your fault, none of us knew, and besides you came all this way and fixed it,” Sam said.
“We just wish our great-grandfather had never fooled with this bullshit in the first place,” Ophelia said, still holding The Seal of Solomon.
“You think the thing will still work to get us into the other other world?” Dean asked.
Ophelia held it up so it could catch the light, it still seemed to glow from within. “No freaking idea, but it’s worth trying once you’re healed.”
“You think it’s really over this time?” Sam asked.
“Unless you guys traveling to the other other world and somehow bring back a new crop of monsters, yeah I think so,” Marco said.
“Your great-grandfather would be really proud of you guys, cleaning up his mess,” Dean said.
“I…hope you’re right,” Ophelia said.
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It was going to be a few hard weeks of recovery, as Dean had basically just had an impromptu cesarean section. Sam hovered and mother-henned him so much that he almost felt like screaming and running away. But he couldn’t, because the muscles in his body were still knitting themselves back together. They hung out together a lot, on Dean’s bed because it was the most comfortable.
“So what was it that you did to us exactly?” Dean asked, after finally pulling some information out of Sam about what had happened.
“Marco and Ophelia, they had a spell that I did to uh, soul-bind us temporarily, that way I could support you during the whole thing. Otherwise, Yokoth would have been able to take you away,” Sam said.
Sam didn’t say the ‘away from me’ part, but Dean heard it loud and clear. “It was only temporary?”
“I guess, well, actually they didn’t say how long exactly it would last. And I…uh, well I didn’t ask,” Sam admitted.
"Are we still-you know, soul-bond then?” Dean asked.
Sam closed his eyes and nodded slowly. Dean closed his too and tried to tell if anything felt different between them. He could feel Sam’s presence, hear him breathing, smell his sandalwood shampoo, but that was normal. But then, there was something new, like a string, no, a few strings that stretched between them across the small distance on his bed. He mentally tugged on one and could feel Sam’s reaction when he tugged back.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over at Sam, sitting there so grim and determined. “It’s okay, Sammy. You did what you had to do, thanks.”
Sam’s eyes opened, meeting his, wide and surprised to be thanked. “You’d have done the same, Dean.”
“Never thought in a million years I’d end up with this kind of scar,” Dean said, gesturing at his flat belly.
“You feel back to normal inside yet?” Sam asked. “Maybe we should go see Dr. Robert and get you checked out.”
“Man, how would we even begin to explain all this crazy crap?” Dean asked.
“That’s kinda his job, isn’t it?” Sam asked.
“I think it’s going to be okay, just feel like the furniture got moved around a little bit in there. You’re taking good enough care of me,” Dean said.
“You’ll tell me if anything seems off, right?” Sam said.
“Yeah, I will, no fooling around with possible extra monster babies, I swear,” Dean said with a laugh.
Dean started to enjoy it though, all the intense attention, having Sam’s hands on him constantly, tending to his healing wound was the best sort of pleasurable torture. As soon as he started to feel better he weaned himself off the painkillers. But then he began to feel aroused when Sam’s hands would skim the sensitive skin of his lower belly when he’d be checking his scar or helping him get dressed. He couldn’t seem to help himself this morning, and he was about to apologize for his arousal when Sam’s hand slipped a little lower, taking him out of his boxers.
Sam’s hand was soft and rough at the same time, and so strong as he slowly stroked Dean. His brother’s lips were red and puffy from biting them, probably to keep himself from asking if it was okay. Which would have been a dumb question, it was more than okay, it was exactly what Dean had always wanted but never thought he could have.
He couldn’t take watching Sam’s face, the worry on it, how unsure he seemed about what he was doing, so Dean reached up and pulled him down close enough to press their lips together. Sam’s hand stopped moving, but was still gripping him tightly as he kissed Dean back down into the bed. There wasn’t much more Dean could do, thrusting himself through Sam’s grip to keep the pleasure going, but that much movement hurt his still healing scar. Sam’s hand started moving again as he probably realized and Dean kissed him harder in thanks. A few more pulls and Dean was coming, hot and messy over Sam’s hand.
Sam pulled back from Dean’s lips and stared down at him in amazement and something that might have been lust. Dean realized that he had never seen this look on his brother’s face before.
“Sammy?” Dean asked, his voice husky with the emotion he was feeling.
“You okay, Dean?” Sam asked, his voice as soft and tender as his eyes. His brother didn’t even sound like himself.
“More than, yeah,” Dean said, smiling up at him, sated and pleased with the turn they were making together.
Sam crawled up onto the bed and stretched out along Dean’s body. Dean could feel his hardness against his hip.
“Can I take care of care of you now?”
“Yeah…uh, but I don’t want to hurt you,” Sam said.
“Pretty sure a hand job isn’t going to strain me more than coming myself like a freight train from one did,” Dean said with a purr he felt deep in his bones. This was the only thing he wanted right now. “Want to see you come for me, Sammy, c’mon, get over here.”
Sam yanked down his sweatpants and boxers and slid up a little further along Dean’s body. He palmed himself with Dean’s release. Dean’s hand was in the perfect place and he began stroking Sam, an easy slow rhythm at first, just to get used to what Sam liked, to see how he responded. He tried out a few of his tried and true moves that he used on himself and Sam began to thrust along with him, his hand sped up and Sam matched him. Sam curved his face down to Dean’s and kissed him hard and insistent.
Dean murmured into Sam’s mouth, “C’mon, Sammy, give it to me.”
Sam groaned and thrust two more times, coming hard all over Dean’s hand. Dean smeared most of into Sam’s belly, but licked the rest from his hand. Sam groaned again and kissed him deeply, the taste of Sam’s come and Sam mixing into one of the best things Dean had ever tasted. Their frantic kiss finally slowed down, and Dean could feel his toes curling from the sheer pleasure of it, finally and after all this time. His belly filled up with something warm and new, not monster babies this time thank god, but instead a swooping joy at finally having this with Sam.
“Finally, huh?” Sam asked, lips moving against Dean’s.
“Yeah, finally, dude. It took you long enough,” Dean said.
“Took almost losing you to some mad gods from another universe,” Sam said.
“Well, I guess I owe them a fruit basket or something,” Dean said.
“Pretty sure FedEx doesn’t deliver to monster universes,” Sam said, tucking his arm under Dean’s head and bringing him into an embrace.
“Fine, I’ll send it to Ophelia and Marco instead,” Dean said, snuggling into his brother’s arms. And wasn’t that a damn fine thing to be doing-finally.
The End
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