Supernatural: Sam's Mpreg Story ~ Chapter FourteenHe’d tried so hard to convince himself that he’d simply wet himself, after all, he’d been busting to go when they’d come back from the mall.
But as he sat on the kitchen floor, propped up against the cabinet under the sink, guarding the front door with his weapon at the ready, Sam knew he’d gone into labor!
He’d suffered his first contractions while puking in the sink then his water had broken. Not long after that was when the first monster had appeared in the doorway, looking for easy prey.
Sam had blasted it back out the door with his gun, killing it instantly.
But shooting at the monsters was becoming increasingly difficult as his contractions grew stronger and closer together as time went on. He hadn’t managed to make another kill shot but at least he was still managing to keep them at bay. Sure, he knew they’d eventually come back – they always did - but he was still super grateful for the time in between.
He glanced at the tim
Supernatural: Sam's Mpreg Story ~ Chapter FifteenDean had thought he’d come across and finished off all of the remaining monsters on his way back to the motel room but he’d apparently been wrong. He’d missed one and here it was.
Gritting his teeth Sam wriggled slightly to the left in order to reach the gun Dean had taken off of him before.
He slid it across to his brother who immediately scooped it up, cocked it and took aim.
‘We’re kind of in the middle of something here.’ Dean said right before shooting the creature in the shoulder. He’d been hoping to get it in the chest but because he was in such a hurry and because his hands were slightly shaking due to nerves he’d missed. ‘Never mind.’ He thought and went to shoot again. This time though, nothing happened.
Dean shook the gun in disbelief. ‘Uh-Oh.’
‘Please tell me there are freaking bullets in that thing.’ Sam whimpered.
‘Lucky I got to you when I did.’ Dean realized. ‘You
Supernatural: Sam's Mpreg Story ~ Chapter ThirteenDean decided that that trip to the abandoned factory would be the last time they’d work out on the field.
‘From now on we’ll just stick to the online stuff and manning the phones like Bobby used to do.’ He explained.
Sam finished polishing off his jar of peanut butter, making sure he’d gotten every last possible morsel he could muster. ‘Okay.’
The following weeks seemed to drag on a bit as the boys didn’t get out much, besides the odd food and supply run made in the Impala.
Over that time Sam had ballooned right out, now fitting into those “circus tents” and Dean had noticed how his belly button had popped out as well.
There wasn’t much else for Sam to do outside of eating and sleeping so it wasn’t actually long before his belly began to even strain against those.
‘You’re pregnant.’ Dean corrected.
‘I look like I’m 18 months pregnant!’
Dean went to op
Supernatural: Sam's Mpreg Story ~ Chapter Twelve‘Gah! How are you not puking right now?’ Dean asked as they trudged through the thin layer of sludge that lined the floor of the old abandoned factory downtown.
‘Pregnancy doesn’t just make your sense of smell extra sensitive you know, it sort of puts it all out of whack too.’
‘Please tell me you’re not actually liking the smell of this then.’ Dean pleaded, thinking about the numerous disgusting concoctions he’d witnessed his brother eat over the course of his pregnancy.
If Sam said yes he would surely puke.
Sam chuckled, ‘No. Don’t worry. It’s not quite THAT out of whack. It’s just not bothering me as much is all.’ He then paused to shake off his shoe.
Dean continued holding his scrunched up nose. ‘Good.’
‘The smell means we’re getting close though right?’ The smell was increasing in potency now.
‘I think so.’ Dean began. ‘But I just don’t…
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