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Entry tags:
Such a Girl, Supernatural, PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Such a Girl
Rating: PG
Word count: 411
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean (minor Sam/Dean if you squint)
Summary: Um...total crack, involving a sixteen year old drunk Sam and a declaration I'm having insane crack moments exploring. Um...the first in the "I'm Pregnant" multi-fandom series.
A/Ns & Warnings: Yeah...not mpreg, I promise. Just a little pregnant crack...and wee!drunk!Sam.
“Dude, I’m pregnant.”
Dean’s head rolled on a neck too lazy to really hold it up to stare blearily at his brother. Sam was sprawled over a chair, legs open and askew, his hands holding to the pouchy bit of belly above his jeans.
“Dude, you’re drunk.” Dean slurred himself, nearly half way through the bottle of whiskey he’d swiped from Sam after the standard first aid had been applied.
“But look.” Sam whined, his mammoth hand petting…petting his swollen stomach.
“Sam. You got hit pretty hard with that thing, and you know that venom makes you swell.”
Sam turned genuinely frightened eyes to his brother. “What if it put something inside me?”
“It didn’t.”
“What if it did?”
“Have another drink Sammy.”
Dean held the bottle out to his brother and Sam took it, spilling more than he actually swallowed. Then he looked stunned and looked at Dean. “It’ll hurt the baby.”
Dean laughed and sat up, taking a minute to gather himself as the room spun before he took the bottle and set it aside. “Okay, Sammy. You’ve had enough. To bed.”
Sam pouted petulantly up at Dean. At sixteen, Sam was generally impossible to deal with…but drunk, he was worse. And his father was going to be pissed that he took Sam out and that Sam got hurt and that Sam got drunk, so Dean was pretty well already screwed, so smacking him around wasn’t out of the question.
“Don’ wanna.”
“Gonna make me put you in the bed, Sam?”
“De-e-ean.” Sam whined, reaching forward to grab his brother’s hand and hold it against his belly. “Look.”
Dean shook his head. “Yeah, I see. Now, if you are pregnant, you’re going to need your sleep, so let’s go to bed.”
There were actual tears in his eyes when he looked up. “Will you stay with me?”
And Dean wasn’t sure if he meant in the bed, or to raise the imaginary demon-spawn, or what, but Sammy was so drunk and scared and pouting that Dean only nodded. “Always Sammy…always.”
It took time to drop Sam into bed and get his muddy boots off, but once he did, Dean dropped into bed beside him and Sam rolled up into Dean’s chest, snuggling close and dropping to sleep before Dean was even settled.
Pregnant. Dean chuckled. The hangover in the morning should be fun. Dean kissed Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. Pregnant. Sometimes his brother was such a girl.
Title: Such a Girl
Rating: PG
Word count: 411
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean (minor Sam/Dean if you squint)
Summary: Um...total crack, involving a sixteen year old drunk Sam and a declaration I'm having insane crack moments exploring. Um...the first in the "I'm Pregnant" multi-fandom series.
A/Ns & Warnings: Yeah...not mpreg, I promise. Just a little pregnant crack...and wee!drunk!Sam.
“Dude, I’m pregnant.”
Dean’s head rolled on a neck too lazy to really hold it up to stare blearily at his brother. Sam was sprawled over a chair, legs open and askew, his hands holding to the pouchy bit of belly above his jeans.
“Dude, you’re drunk.” Dean slurred himself, nearly half way through the bottle of whiskey he’d swiped from Sam after the standard first aid had been applied.
“But look.” Sam whined, his mammoth hand petting…petting his swollen stomach.
“Sam. You got hit pretty hard with that thing, and you know that venom makes you swell.”
Sam turned genuinely frightened eyes to his brother. “What if it put something inside me?”
“It didn’t.”
“What if it did?”
“Have another drink Sammy.”
Dean held the bottle out to his brother and Sam took it, spilling more than he actually swallowed. Then he looked stunned and looked at Dean. “It’ll hurt the baby.”
Dean laughed and sat up, taking a minute to gather himself as the room spun before he took the bottle and set it aside. “Okay, Sammy. You’ve had enough. To bed.”
Sam pouted petulantly up at Dean. At sixteen, Sam was generally impossible to deal with…but drunk, he was worse. And his father was going to be pissed that he took Sam out and that Sam got hurt and that Sam got drunk, so Dean was pretty well already screwed, so smacking him around wasn’t out of the question.
“Don’ wanna.”
“Gonna make me put you in the bed, Sam?”
“De-e-ean.” Sam whined, reaching forward to grab his brother’s hand and hold it against his belly. “Look.”
Dean shook his head. “Yeah, I see. Now, if you are pregnant, you’re going to need your sleep, so let’s go to bed.”
There were actual tears in his eyes when he looked up. “Will you stay with me?”
And Dean wasn’t sure if he meant in the bed, or to raise the imaginary demon-spawn, or what, but Sammy was so drunk and scared and pouting that Dean only nodded. “Always Sammy…always.”
It took time to drop Sam into bed and get his muddy boots off, but once he did, Dean dropped into bed beside him and Sam rolled up into Dean’s chest, snuggling close and dropping to sleep before Dean was even settled.
Pregnant. Dean chuckled. The hangover in the morning should be fun. Dean kissed Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. Pregnant. Sometimes his brother was such a girl.