trytofly5

Pulling pigtails

trytofly5 — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:54:22 GMT

Title: Pulling Pigtails (And Other Ways to Show Him You Care)
Authors: spnfreak15 and trytofly5
Artist: ysbail
Beta: audreyava
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Births, Knotting, Possible dub con(heat influenced sex), Rape References(Other people referencing the dub con), Feminization(Omega's referred to as 'Mothers', 'Mrs.', 'Wife'. Omega's acting feminine in general), Sexism(against a made up gender), Jared being kind of an asshole at first.
Word Count: 28k +
Summary: Jensen is an Omega who worked hard to prove to everyone that he didn't need an alpha to support him. He put himself through nursing school and is ready to start his new job. The last thing he needs to deal with is sexist Doctor Padalecki, who makes his work life hell so Jensen will quit. Then Jensen goes into heat during work, and well, things get complicated.

A/N: I told you guys I would write again! Sorry for taking so long. Real life has been tough for me lately.

Pulling Pigtails

Big Happy Family

trytofly5 — Sat, 15 May 2010 19:28:56 GMT

Title: Big Happy Family
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: John/Dean, Sam/Dean one sided
Warnings: mpreg, underage, Mommy!Dean, feminization
Summary: John needed a wife and Sammy needed a mother. Dean was the best choice.

Dean sat back on the couch, letting out a sigh of contentment after the weight was off of his swollen ankles. He pressed a hand against his heavy belly, feeling the tiny movements inside. He put his feet up on the coffee table as he watched Sam do his homework on the floor beneath him.

“I’m hungry,” Sam whined from the floor.

“Dinner’s cooking,” Dean sighed, rubbing his swelled belly.

“But Momma!” Sam whined.

Dean couldn’t help but feel the swell of happiness inside of him as Sam called him Momma. He took pride in what he did and who is was. He made the house nice for his Sammy and John. He made them dinner. He gave kisses to make Sammy smile. He did it all. He was Momma. And now his belly was swollen with John’s new child.

“You are always hungry,” Dean muttered.

“Am not,” Sam pouted.

Dean sighed and kept rubbing his swelled belly. It was nice to finally be able to get all that weight off of his feet. As much as the aches and pains of pregnancy bothered him, Dean wouldn’t change it for the world. He loves knowing that his baby brother is safe and happy inside of him. The baby is free from harm and is always with Dean. Dean loves the way that John looks at him now. He loves the way John will run his rough hands across his belly and tells him that he loves him.

“Is the baby kicking?” Sam asked as he looked up to Dean.

“Yeah, he’s moving around like crazy now,” Dean smiled. He loves feeling his child move within him.

“Can I feel?” Sam got up and sat down next to Dean.

Dean nodded and Sam quickly rested his hand on Dean’s heavy belly. Sam’s eyes brightened as he felt his baby brother kick. He ran his hand over Dean’s belly, moving the hand achingly slow by Dean’s swelled chest. Dean couldn’t stop the tiny jump once Sam’s hand hit his nipples. They have been super sensitive as his pregnancy progressed.

“Momma?” Sam looked up to Dean with large, innocent eyes.

“Momma’s fine,” Dean stuttered, praying that Sam moved his hand away.

“You look so pretty, Momma,” Sam smiled, resting his head near Dean’s chest.

“Um, thanks,” Dean stuttered.

“I love you,” Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to Dean’s heavily pregnant belly.

The door swung open and John walked in. The second the creak of the door was heard, Sam shot off the couch and went back to doing his homework. John’s heavy footsteps walked over to the couch and he pressed a sweet kiss against Dean’s lips.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” John’s deep voice rumbled.

“Okay,” Dean replied, his face still flushed.

John pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck and rested a hand on his swollen belly. “Not too much longer.”

Dean smiled and nodded as John rubbed his hand across Dean’s swollen belly. Deep down, Dean knew it was wrong, knew it was sick, but he loved it. He loved feeling his baby brother grow inside of him. He loved knowing that he was the one keeping him safe. He was the one feeding him. He was the one taking care of him. The baby wouldn’t be separated from him until he was born. Dean didn’t like it think about the birth. If he could, he’d carry his baby brother inside of him all the time.

“Food!” Sam smiled and ran into the kitchen the minute the timer went off. Dean let out a little laugh and stood up with some help from John.

“How were things at home today, sweetheart?” John smiled as he wrapped his arms around Dean.

“Everything was fine,” Dean smiled. John ran his large, rough hands over Dean’s belly and kissed down his neck. “Dad,” Dean giggled.

“John,” John snapped, stopping the movement.

“Sorry, honey,” Dean whispered. A smile grew on John’s face and he wrapped his arms back around Dean.

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” John went back to kissing on Dean’s neck. “You know how I feel about you calling me that.”

“I know,” Dean replied as he fixed everyone’s plates.

Dinner was the same it always has been. John kept an arm around Dean as he drilled Sam about school. Dean missed being in school, but this was better. He was able to help his family this way.

After dinner, Dean was back to resting on the couch. Sam was on one side while John was on the other. Both of their hands stroked Dean’s belly lovingly.

“Sam needs to be a big brother,” John smiled and kissed Dean’s neck.

“He’ll be one soon,” Dean smiled.

“He moved!” Sam laughed as the baby moved around causing Dean’s belly to ripple.

Dean smiled and kissed the top of Sam’s head. “He’s saying hi to his big brother.”

Sam eagerly pulled Dean’s shirt up to get a better view at his belly. Sam always loved to watch Dean’s belly move with the baby.

“Hi, baby,” Sam smiled and kissed Dean’s belly.

John smirked and rested his large, rough hand against Dean’s popped out bellybutton. Dean jumped a little and shifted in his seat.

“You okay, Momma?” Sam asked.

“I’m fine,” Dean blushed as John started to slowly move his hand. Dean pushed at John’s hand, trying to get him to stop.

“I think Momma is tired,” John told Sam. “Besides, you need to go to bed. You have school tomorrow.”

Sam nodded sadly and kissed Dean’s cheek before going to his room.

“Now we have some Mommy and Daddy time,” John grinned, kissing Dean deeply.

Dean tried to make it to the bedroom on his own, but with John kissing him and tugging on his clothes it grew more and more difficult. He was relieved when John decided he wasn’t moving fast enough and carried him to the bedroom.

“So beautiful,” John murmured as he shed his son’s/wife’s clothes. “So fucking beautiful.”

John always paused a minute to look at Dean’s body. His eyes would sweep from Dean’s face, which has been softened from years of hormones, to his swelled chest, down to his large belly. His hand would glide over the trail his eyes created, groaning as he felt Dean’s new curves.

John slowly kissed down Dean’s neck to his swollen milk filled tits. He sucked one of those puffy nipples into his mouth, enjoying the taste of the sweet milk as he lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside of Dean. Dean couldn’t stop the little cry that escaped his mouth as John added two more fingers.

“You ready, sweetheart?” John murmured. Dean nodded as he breathed heavily. John slowly pushed his hard cock into Dean’s heavy body as he kissed his flushed face.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Dean breathed.

John grunted and began to thrust hard into Dean’s pregnant body, groaning with every clench Dean created. Dean let out breathy little moans, pressing back against John, begging for more of his cock.

“Harder!” Dean breathed. John slammed in harder and faster, striking Dean’s prostate. Dean’s body shuddered as he tightened up and came. John came right after, filling up Dean’s body with his warm seed.

John pulled out and wrapped his arms around Dean, stroking his heavily pregnant belly. “I love you,” Dean looked up at him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” John pressed a sweet kiss to Dean’s lips.

The Memory Remains Epilogue

trytofly5 — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 02:40:43 GMT

Title: The Memory Remains
Authors: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: J2 RPS, future!fic set in 2038, Mpreg (let’s pretend it’s completely normal for guys to get pregnant), pwp, graphic birth
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. Every event in this story is purely fictional and we don’t intend to step on anyone’s toes or make money with this.
Summary: Jensen and Jared have been happily married for 25 years and have 5 (almost) adult kids together when the celebration of their 25^th wedding anniversary leads to unexpected but still happy news.

Epilogue

The Memory Remains 9/9

trytofly5 — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 18:43:30 GMT

Title: The Memory Remains
Authors: mpregloveranon & trytofly5
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: J2 RPS, future!fic set in 2038, Mpreg (let’s pretend it’s completely normal for guys to get pregnant), pwp, graphic birth
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. Every event in this story is purely fictional and we don’t intend to step on anyone’s toes or make money with this.
Summary: Jensen and Jared have been happily married for 25 years and have 5 (almost) adult kids together when the celebration of their 25^th wedding anniversary leads to unexpected but still happy news.

Part 9

The Memory Remains 8/9

trytofly5 — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:51:20 GMT

The Memory Remains 7/9

trytofly5 — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:49:23 GMT

Part 7

The Memory Remains 6/9

trytofly5 — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 04:50:49 GMT

The Memory Remains 5/9

trytofly5 — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 09:00:57 GMT

Part 5

The Memory Remains 4/9

trytofly5 — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:02:47 GMT

The Memory Remains 3/9

trytofly5 — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:38:13 GMT

The Memory Remains 2/9

trytofly5 — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 04:27:52 GMT

The Memory Remains 1/9

trytofly5 — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:25:55 GMT

Title: But The Memory Remains
Authors: mpregloveranon & trytofly5
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: J2 RPS, future!fic set in 2038, Mpreg (let’s pretend it’s completely normal for guys to get pregnant), pwp, graphic birth
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. Every event in this story is purely fictional and we don’t intend to step on anyone’s toes or make money with this.
Summary: Jensen and Jared have been happily married for 25 years and have 5 (almost) adult kids together when the celebration of their 25^th wedding anniversary leads to unexpected but still happy news.

Part One

Due Rewards for my_sam_dean

trytofly5 — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:14:46 GMT

Title: Due Rewards
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: schmoop, mpreg
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Dean and Sam are expecting their first child. This is for my_sam_dean. :D Hope you like it!

It had all started when it was all over. The world was how to should be with no more angels or demons fighting and no impending apocalypse. Humans had won the war and the Winchesters were finally able to enjoy life how it should be.

They were going to continue on living. They were going to go back to hunting and going to put this all behind them. However, Castiel had different plans for them. He was going to offer then a gift. He was going to give them their deepest desires.

That was how they found themselves, not on the road in the impala, but in a small house back in Kansas. Sam has somehow gotten a law degree. A real one. He had a job at a firm. It wasn’t too much of a shock to either of them. They both knew that was what Sam really wanted. What was a surprise was that Dean hadn’t changed. There was no gift for him. Dean blew it off, saying that his gift was to stay with his Sammy. But Sam knew that something was wrong.

Dean had gotten sick. He was throwing up at all times in the morning, but yet was back to his normal self by the afternoon. Sam was worried. Dean was never sick. Dean refused to get any help. He continued to say he was fine, but Sam knew differently.

“I’m fine,” Dean sighed, as he leaned back from the toilet.

“You need to get this checked out,” Sam worried. He wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him close to his chest.

“Sam, I’m fine,” Dean sighed, becoming more and more agitated.

“How are you feeling, Dean?” Cas suddenly appeared in the doorway.

“Cas,” Dean shouted. “What the hell?”

Castiel walked over to Dean and laid a hand down on his stomach. “I asked how you are feeling.”

“Cas,” Dean began.

“The child is growing strong,” Cas smiled.

“The child!” Sam sputtered.

“The child that grows inside of Dean,” Castiel explained.

Sam wasn’t sure what happened next. The world went black.

Dean didn’t talk about it for a few days after that. He wasn’t upset nor was he too happy. He was just Dean. Although Sam did notice that Dean had his hand resting on his stomach at most times of the day.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Sam asked one day.

“What’s there to talk about?” Dean shrugged, looking away from Sam.

“The baby,” Sam sighed. “Are we going to talk about the baby?”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about,” Dean shrugged. “I’m going to have it.”

“Can we do this?” Sam asked, resting a hand on Dean’s belly. “Can we have a baby?”

“Of course we can,” Dean whispered, pulling Sam in for a kiss.

The next two months went smoother after that. Dean’s morning sickness soon faded, and his belly started to grow into a small bump. Sam soon found out that he was obsessed with it. He couldn’t keep his hands off of the small bump.

That’s why Sam had Dean bent over the kitchen sink now, thrusting into his tight hole. His hands were wrapped around the small bump as he massaged and rubbed it. “So fucking hot, Dean,” Sam grunted as he bit into Dean’s should. Dean didn’t reply. He normally didn’t when he had an ass full of cock.

That’s what their sex turned into, Sam thrusting into Dean while holding onto that sexy bump. He loved it. He soon realized that Dean wasn’t so turned off by Sam cradling his belly. He could feel Dean’s erection press against his hands while he held onto his belly. He was always holding on to it. When they were watching TV, cooking, anything, Sam had his hand on his belly.

One of the greatest things that has come about Sam always having his hand on his belly was the feeling of the baby first kicking. Dean had gasped and joined his hand with Sam’s on his belly. They stared at each other while they rubbed their hands all over Dean’s belly.

“That’s our son,” Sam whispered.

Dean turned his head away and sniffed quietly.

“Dean,” Sam pulled Dean towards him and saw that Dean’s eyes were filled with tears. He couldn’t help but lightly kiss him. “Thank you for doing this for us.”

“Sam,” Dean whispered, crying lightly. “Our baby…”

Sam bent down and captured his lips again.

Dean’s stomach grew and grew as the months started to fly by. It was a rough transition at first. When he fist grew out of his clothes, he refused to buy new clothes and instead wore Sam’s clothes. That did irritate Sam. It was irritating to go and try to get dressed and then realize that all our clothes were dirty. However, he let Dean wear them. Soon even Sam’s clothes began to be too tight on Dean.

“Just get new clothes,” Sam sighed, as he watched Dean try to tug on one of Sam’s old shirts.

“I don’t need to,” Dean grunted, tugging on the shirt.

“No one will think less of you,” Sam sighed.

Dean turned and glared at Sam. Sam’s shirt was still resting on the top of Dean’s belly, unable to go down. “I don’t need to. “

“I bought you some,” Sam answered. “Please just wear them.” He turned and walked out.

A few hours later, the room was scattered with the new clothes and Dean was sitting in the middle of the room crying.

“Dean,” Sam quickly ran to them.

“They are so big,” Dean sobbed, holding up one of the shirts.

“You’re pregnant,” Sam sighed. “Of course they will be big.”

Dean cradled his belly and sobbed.

“I still think you look gorgeous,” Sam whispered, kissing Dean’s neck. “Even more gorgeous than before.”

Dean looked up to him with wide, watery eyes.

“I love you,” Sam whispered, kissing him.

“Me too,” Dean answered, kissing him back.

Once they started to get closer to Dean’s due date, they decided that Bobby should know. Bobby was like a father to them and they wanted him to be their baby’s grandfather.

“What the hell is this?” Bobby asked, his eyes growing wide while looking at Dean’s stomach.

“This,” Sam gulped, placing a hand on Dean’s belly. “This is our son.”

“The hell did you boys get yourself into now?” Bobby asked, not taking his eyes off of Dean’s belly.

“This was our reward for saving the world,” Sam answered, starting to get angry.

“This is sick,” Bobby muttered.

“Sick?” Sam glared.

“Sam,” Dean said softly, holding onto Sam’s arm.

“We should exorcise it,” Bobby said. “We need to kill this demon.”

“Demon?” Sam sputtered. “This is our son! This is our healthy, human son!”

“Dean’s a man,” Bobby sighed. “Men don’t get pregnant.”

“They do when angels allow it,” Sam answered.

“Sam,” Bobby sighed. “They have your mind.”

Before anyone could blink Sam had his hands around Bobby’s neck. “You so much as even fucking touch my son and I will kill you.”

“Sam,” Dean said softly.

“You are ill,” Bobby spat out.

“Sam!” Dean screamed.

Sam looked over and saw Dean’s soaked pants. “Dean!”

“The baby,” Dean gasped.

Sam let go of Bobby and ran to Dean. “It’s going to be okay, just breathe.”

Dean nodded and started to take deep breaths.

Sam had managed to fit Dean into the backseat putting a blanket under him, so that he wouldn’t mess up his seats. Sam began driving as fast as he could.

“Sam, the baby’s coming,” Dean panted out.

“I know, Dean. I know,” Sam answered.

“No, I mean now!” Dean screamed.

Sam drove off the side of the road and jumped out of the car. He flung the backseat’s door open and looked to Dean. Dean was crying and arching his back. His pants were soaked with fluids. Sam yanked his pants and peer between Dean’s legs.

“Get it out!” Dean cried.

“Shh, breathe Dean,” Sam soothed, rubbing his hand up and down Dean’s leg.

Sam watched as Dean’s hole began to gape and a small dark object began to push against it.

“I think I see the head!” Sam said with wide eyes

“It hurts,” Dean sobbed.

“Just push,” Sam soothed. Sam massaged Dean’s legs as his hole grew bigger and bigger. The head started to bulge out of his body obscenely.

“Good job,” Sam answered. He could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his face. He couldn’t pass out. He had to stay strong for Dean, but it was repulsive to see him like this.

Dean bore down again and the head was completely out. Sam felt sick. This was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. But Sam stayed strong. He held Dean’s hand and kissed him softly.

“One more push,” Sam encouraged.

Dean bore down again and the tiny body slid free.

“A girl!” Sam gasped.

Dean held his hands out tiredly and took the baby. Once Sam handed her over, Dean placed her on his chest and let her nurse. Sam stayed between Dean’s legs to catch the placenta.

After cleaning everything up, Sam went to Dean. “You did so good,” he smiled, lightly kissing him.

“I want to call her Mary,” Dean whispered.

“Mary,” Sam smiled. “Welcome to the world, Mary.”

Life became hectic but wonderful after that. The Winchesters faced sleepless nights and constant crying, but they loved it. They loved watching her learn to speak and learn to walk. They loved every moment that they could spend with her. Sam couldn’t help but admit that he did want another one, but he kept that to himself. Dean was still complaining about not being able to lose the baby weight.

“Sam!” Dean screamed one day right when Sam came home from work. Sam ran up the stairs to see what was wrong.

“You bastard!” Dean screamed, throwing a positive pregnancy test at him.

A Wish for Freedom

trytofly5 — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:46:33 GMT

Title: A Wish for Freedom
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: forced feminization, dark!fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Fifth in wife!verse. After giving up his life to became Jared's wife, Jensen doesn't think he can take it anymore.
A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update!

Jensen turned his head away from Jared’s scrunched up face. The panting was driving him crazy. He knew that it was healthy for husbands and wives to make love, but it just wasn’t worth it anymore. He gave up jacking himself off to orgasm, somewhere after they adopted their third child. It was simply too much effort.

The panting in his ear became louder. That along with the squelchy sound of Jared’s lubed cock entering his ass was simply too much. He wanted Jared off of him right now! He was tired. He had to get up in the morning and go about the routine. He had to make breakfast for Jared and the kids. He had to take the older kids to school. Then clean the house, do the laundry, get the bills done, do the shopping, and keep a baby and toddler entertained. All of this and he was expected to have dinner on the table by the time he got home. Jensen needed his sleep.

Jensen finally decided to squeeze his inner channel, bringing a moan out of Jared. “So tight,” Jared panted. He hated the talking more than anything. He would much rather has Jared pant in his ear than start the talking. It makes him uncomfortable. “So hot,” Jared continued.

Jensen grabbed is face and brought down for a kiss. Jared was so startled that he almost slipped out. They didn’t really kiss anymore. Sure, they had goodbye pecks when Jared was off to work, but nothing real. It felt strange, kissing Jared like this. It brought a pang of sorrow into Jensen’s belly. They used to kiss like this when they were dating, back when Jensen was seen as a man.

Jared’s hips stuttered a little and then slammed back in. He started convulsing on top of Jensen. Jensen almost sighed in relief, Jared was done. Jensen patted him on the back as Jared pulled out. Jensen couldn’t stop the wince. They didn’t have sex that often. They finally decided to make it a weekly thing after Jared insisted to see a counselor at their church. Jensen was too sad, he had said. There was something wrong with him, he had added.

Jared groaned and flopped down on the bed beside him. “Did you come?”he grunted out. The question almost shocks Jensen. He was a man! If he had gotten off Jared would have been able to tell.

“No,” he muttered.

“Oh,” Jared shrugged. “I’d eat you out, but that would be kinda gross.” That’s how it was. Jensen was this strange dickless creature, who only had one hole. He wanted to laugh. He couldn’t even be a proper woman with only one hole. Jensen had given up trying to convince Jared to touch his cock. Husbands don’t touch and pretend wives don’t have them.

They laid there in silence, not looking or touching each other. Jared used to spoon him after sex. However, Jensen started pulling away. That was one of the reasons Jared took him to the counselor.

“So,” Jared said. “I talked to a buddy earlier. We thought we’d go fishing this weekend.”

“Saturday is Amy’s dance recital,” Jensen snapped.

“She wouldn’t mind,” Jared muttered.

“Yes, she will!” Jensen said agitated. “She would want her father there.”

“She’s got her mother and her brothers and sister,” Jared sighed. Jensen couldn’t help but wince at the word mother. Even after all these years, it still stung.

Jensen turned away from Jared and buried his face in the pillows. He heard Jared sigh behind him.

“It’s a onetime thing,” Jared said. “And I need a break.”

Jensen didn’t say anything.

“Don’t be like this,” Jared growled.

“Be like what?” Jensen snapped. “Like an angry little wife?”

“Jen,” Jared began.

“Do what you want,” Jensen sighed.

Jensen didn’t sleep at all that night. He was too furious to be able to even close his eyes, let alone sleep. All that ran through his head was that Jared couldn’t even hold the title of father anymore. He wouldn’t even do the simplest act of going to their daughter’s dance recital.

“Still my angry little wife?” Jared tried to joke as he came into the kitchen, where Jensen was preparing their breakfast.

Jensen made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he slammed their plates on the counter.

“Jen,” Jared began.

“Kids!” he hollered up the stairs. “Danny has to be at school early today.”

“I love you,” Jared said digging into his breakfast.

Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to the stove to finish the kids’ breakfast.

“I said I love you,” Jared said louder.

“I heard you,” Jensen snapped.

Jared rolled his eyes and finished off his food. “Bye,” he leaned in to kiss Jensen, but Jensen pushed him away.

“Why don’t you kiss your fishing buddies?” Jensen snapped.

“Good lord, get off the rag,” Jared huffed as he left the house.

Today was Jensen’s lunch with the other wives. He didn’t particularly enjoy it. All the wives did there was sit around and discuss child rearing and housework. It was bad enough that he had to do it all the time, Jensen didn’t really want to talk about it too.

Jensen stopped paying attention to any of the other wives. All he could think about was what Jared said last night. He didn’t want to go to their daughter’s dance recital. He wanted to go fishing. Jared wasn’t in the room for their last child’s birth. The game was on and birth was apparently a wife thing only. Jared forgot their anniversary this year. He quickly bought Jensen a dozen roses after Jensen told him, but that wasn’t enough. Jared didn’t even care to remember when Jensen gave his life up for him. Jared never gave him as much as he gave Jared.

“I want to divorce Jared,” Jensen said quietly.

“What?” a blond haired wife shrieked.

“I want to divorce Jared,” Jensen said a little louder and more confident.

“And do what?” the blond asked. “He’s all you have!”

“I want to go back,” Jensen said softly.

“You can’t,” a black haired wife piped up. “This is your life.”

“What would people say?” a redheaded wife scoffed.

“You better make it up to your husband for saying such things!” the blond haired wife continued.

“Why?” Jensen snarled. “How does he deserve any of this?”

“He brings home the paycheck and takes care of you!” a brown haired wife said. “He deserves it!”

“Do you want to shame your family?” the black haired wife said. “Think of what it will do to your children!”

“Well, I don’t want to hurt them,” Jensen said softly. As much as he hated his life, he still loved his children.

“Then stop this nonsense!” an older wife said sternly. “Make your husband a good dinner and let him make love to you.”

Jensen did as he was told.

Break Free 5/?

trytofly5 — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 04:34:31 GMT

Title: Break Free
Author: trytofly5
Pairings: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen, Misha/Jensen
Warnings: mpreg, violence, character death (more warnings for later chapters)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Sequel to Crime of Passion. Jensen's struggling to deal with the after math of his kidnapping and the death of his husband. He quickly learns that all is not how it seems when Jeff shows up at his doorstep. The problem is that no one else seems to believe that Jeff is still alive. With all of that on his plate, he finds out something about Jared that will change his life forever. Can he survive it all?

“Padalecki?” Jensen repeated.

“Yeah,” the boy said staring down at his feet.

“Is,” Jensen swallowed. “Is Jared Padalecki your father?”

The boy didn’t respond.

“What are your parents’ names?” Jensen tried.

“I’m not supposed to talk about that,” the boy answered.

“Why not?”

The boy started to sob. “He’ll hurt me,” he cried.

“Oh baby,” Jensen cuddled him up against his chest. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m here,” he soothed, rocking the boy back and forth. Dean always liked this when he was upset. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

“Promise?” watery hazel eyes stared up to him.

“I promise,” Jensen said, praying to god that he could keep this promise.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Of course you can,” Jensen said kissing the top of his head.

****

After making sure both boys were sound asleep Jensen crept out of his bedroom and knocked on Chris’s door.

“Yeah,” the word was muffled with sleep.

“We need to talk,” Jensen answered. He waited a few seconds as he could hear the heavy sounds of footsteps. The door creaked open.

“About what?”

“Nate,” the word was said softly.

“Is he yours?” Chris said quickly without thinking.

“No,” Jensen snapped. “Dean is my only child. Why do you keep thinking otherwise?”

“Jen,” Chris started. “I think Nate had something to do with you.”

“Damn right he does!” Jensen responded. “He’s Jared’s kid.”

“What?” Chris yelled. Jensen shushed him instantly. “What?” Chris said softer.

“He told me his last name was Padalecki.”

“Oh shit,” Chris said in shock sitting down.

“I want to keep him,” Jensen said sitting down next to him.

“What?” Chris snapped.

“Can you say anything but what?” Jensen teased.

“Jen,” Chris said ignoring the question. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious. He has no home, no family. He’s only five, Chris. He needs someone to love him and take care of him.”

“They will never let you have him,” Chris started.

“I know!” Jensen said interrupting him. “But they’ll let you.”

“I’m not adopting Padalecki’s kid,” Chris said.

“Please,” Jensen begged. “He needs me! He needs us!”

“Have you considered going home yet?” Chris asked changing the subject.

Jensen looked hurt. “You don’t want me here?”

“It’s not that-“

“I lost my apartment,” Jensen said. “I have nowhere to go.”

“Jen-“

“I couldn’t pay the rent.”

“I didn’t mean that. I just thought you would want to go home. I thought you would want to go to that boyfriend of yours,” Chris said rubbing Jensen’s shoulders.

“It’s complicated with Misha,” Jensen said.

“You haven’t talked to him.” It was a statement not a question. “He’d want to know about the baby.” He put his hand on Jensen’s stomach.

“There is no baby!” Jensen cried pushing Chris’s hand off. “I’m not pregnant!”

Chris lifted Jensen’s shirt revealing a small bump. “That looks pregnant to me.”

“I may have gained a little bit of weight-“

“Take a test,” Chris said. “Prove me wrong.”

“If I take this test, will you promise to take in Nate?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yes or no,” Jensen demanded.

“Alright, take the test and I’ll take him in. But you are doing all the childcare stuff,” Chris grumbled.

“Thank you!” Jensen cried. Without thinking he grabbed Chris’s face and kissed him. They both froze in shock.

“Jen,” Chris started.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I was just so excited. I’m so sorry,” Jensen babbled.

“Jen, it’s okay,” Chris said flustered. He wanted to do that again. He just didn’t want to upset him further. “Go take the test.”

“You have one?” Jensen asked.

“I bought one when your morning sickness started,” Chris said.

Jensen took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

****

Jensen sat with Chris in the bathroom. Chris kept checking the time, but Jensen barely moved or spoke.

“What are you going to do if it’s positive?” Chris asked.

“It’s not going to be,” Jensen answered.

“Jen,” Chris put his hand on Jensen’s belly. “This feels pregnant.”

“I’ve been pregnant before,” Jensen said sternly. “I know what it feels like.”

“Jensen, just answer the question,” Chris sighed.

“I don’t know,” Jensen answered. “I just can’t have Jeff’s baby again.”

“Jeff’s dead,” Chris answered. “He couldn’t have fathered this baby.”

“I thought you were with me on this,” Jensen looked pleadingly at Chris.

“Jen,” Chris stated. “I just don’t know. I’m not going to say he is alive, but I just don’t know.”

“If I’m pregnant, he is the father,” Jensen said. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Chris asked.

“We always use protection,” Jensen answered.

The timer started beeping. Jensen got up and looked at the test. His face remained neutral.

“Jen?” Chris said watching every movement.

“I want an abortion.”

</div>

Beta?

trytofly5 — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:13:40 GMT

Sorry, no update yet. I was just looking for a beta and was wondering if anyone would be willing to do it.

Thanks in advance!

Break Free 4/?

trytofly5 — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 04:43:27 GMT

They waded their way through the crowd of people. Instead of going inside the building, or what was left of the building, they made their way to an ambulance. Inside, was a kid getting ash wiped off his face.

“A kid?” Chris asked in disbelief. “I was called all the way out here for a kid.”

“This was on his back,” the fireman gave a slip of paper to Chris.

“We all have our little secrets, Jensen,” Chris read out loud. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“That’s why we called you in,” the fireman responded.

“Why me?” Chris asked.

“You are going to have to talk to Agent Welling about that,” he responded. “Yo, Tom! Agent Kane is here!”

A tall man with dark hair, wearing a black suit turned from the people he was talking to and walked over.

“Agent Welling,” he said sticking out his hand.

“Kane,” Chris grunted shaking it. “Why’d you call me?” Chris liked to get to the point.

“You were assigned to the Padalecki kidnapping case,” Welling answered.

“And?” Chris demanded.

“There have been incidents happening related to that. This building is the one that the victim gave birth in. We think it is all tied together. “

“What have been the other incidents?”

“I’m not authorized to tell you,” Welling smirked. “I don’t want you to go postal again and kill another victim’s husband.”

“I killed fucking Morgan! Don’t stand here and tell me you wouldn’t have done the same,” Chris fumed.

“Shoot and kill an unarmed man? I don’t think so.”

“If you would have seen the mess he left Padalecki in,” Chris started. “If you would have seen the look in the victim’s eyes. If you would have seen the way Morgan himself looked, you would have killed the bastard too,” Chris fumed.

“I don’t let my emotions get in the way,” Welling simply responded. “What are you going to do about the kid?”

“I guess we should figure out who he belongs to,” Chris answered glaring at Welling.

****

“How can he not be in the system?” Chris fumed as he got the paperwork back.

“He could be an illegal,” Welling suggested.

“Then where would Jensen fit into all of this? He has never been outside the borders,” Chris answered.

“The fuck if I know,” Welling said. “He probably is just some coke whore’s kid that never got him a birth certificate.”

“Well, what does the kid say? He know who he is?” Chris asked.

“He’s not talking,” Welling replied. “Won’t say a word.”

“Great,” Chris mumbled. “The fuck are we supposed to do now.”

“Get that Jensen guy in here,” Welling rolled his eyes.

“I’m not taking him here. It won’t be good for him,” Chris said slowly.

“Oh yeah, turned into a nutcase, didn’t he?”

Chris grabbed Welling’s shirt collar and brought him down to eye level. “Talk about Jensen like that again and die.” He released him.

“Fine,” Tom sighed. “Then what are we going to do? The kid is a part of this somehow.”

“What would a kid with no background have to do with Jensen? The building was obviously to get our attention,” Chris mumbled to himself.

“Could the kid be Jensen’s?” Welling asked.

“No, kid’s like, what? Five? He was married to Morgan then,” Chris mumbled.

“Morgan could have made him get rid of it,” Tom suggested.

“Morgan wanted kids with him, wouldn’t be it,” Chris answered.

“Unless the kid’s not Morgan’s.”

“Oh fuck.”

****

“Jen!” Chris yelled as he walked into the apartment.

“In here,” Jensen called back. “I hope Mexican is okay with you. I was just dying for a taco.”

“That’s fine.”

“It’s so weird I was,” Jensen stopped himself when he saw Chris and the boy. “Hello?”

“Who’s this?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking that? You were the one that brought him in,” Jensen replied.

“Do you know him?” Chris demanded.

“No,” Jensen answered. “Should I?”

“Jen,” Chris said carefully. “Is Dean your only child? Well besides…”

“Yes,” Jensen looked confused. “And what do you mean by besides?”

“You know-“ Chris gestured towards Jensen’s midsection.

“Not again,” Jensen groaned. “I am not pregnant!”

“Take a test then,” Chris answered.

“What’s with the boy?” Jensen needed to get out of that conversation.

“We can’t find his family and he doesn’t have a birth certificate. I’m trying to figure this out. I figured this would be a good place for him.”

Jensen gave him a grin and dropped to his knees. “Well, if you are living here, I should probably know your name.”

The boy just stared at him.

“He doesn’t talk,” Chris said.

“Maybe you would want to talk to me after you get some food in your tummy.” Jensen picked him up and walked into the kitchen.

The dinner consisted of Jensen trying to get the boy to talk and then Dean joining in. Chris remained utterly baffled as to what the boy has to do with Jensen. The only thing he could think of was that someone knew him and wanted him to raise their child.

“We have some ice cream. Does that sound good to you?” Jensen asked the boy.

“Yeah,” he said so quietly that none of them were really sure that they heard it.

“Okay then,” Jensen grinned making him a bowl.

Later that night Jensen was preparing him a bed to sleep on, rattling off on any subject he could think of.

“So if you get scared, I’m just right here,” he said pointing to the bed next to the one he was making. “And Chris is down the hall and he is amazing at protecting people.”

The little boy nodded.

“I would really like to know your name,” Jensen said sitting down on the bed and pulling the boy close. “I know you can speak. I heard you.”

“Nate,” he muttered.

“Nate,” Jensen tried it out. “So where are your parents?”

The boy just shrugged.

“Who are they?” Jensen asked.

The boy looked away. Jensen grabbed his head gently and turned it to face him.

“What’s your last name?”

“Padalecki.”

When Abby Padalecki Realized she didn't like her Baby Brother.

trytofly5 — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 05:23:54 GMT

Title: When Abby Padalecki Realized she didn't like her Baby Brother.
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: J2
Warnings: mpreg
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: When Daddy and Papa said that Abby was going to be a big sister, it seemed like her life was going downhill.

Abby glared at the tiny baby lying in his crib with their parents cooing over him from above. This was the little monster that came into her family and took her parents away from her. She used to be their number one concern and now it was Brendon this or Brendon that. He screamed and he cried and he pooped. What was so great about that?

Abby remembered how it all started. It was when her parents started talking about trying. She didn’t really know what that meant, but Daddy told everyone that. Papa always just turned red. He was shy. He always got mad at Daddy afterwards for telling people. Abby thinks it has something to do with the fact that the last time they mentioned this trying thing, Papa went to the hospital and cried a lot. They didn’t really explain to her what was going on. Daddy said that they just needed to give Papa some space.

Anyways, she hated this trying thing. It meant that she had to go to bed early. It wasn’t fair! She was three years old; she’s old enough to stay up until eight, but no, with this trying thing they put her to bed at seven. They always giggled a lot with trying. They also touched each other and kissed each other a lot more with this trying. It was pretty gross.

The trying stopped when one day, Papa was really happy. He was singing to himself and being really cuddly to Abby. When Daddy came home from work Papa jumped into his arms and kissed him all over. “Jared, I’m pregnant!” he had shouted kissing him some more. Abby didn’t really know what pregnant meant, until they explained that there was a baby growing inside of Papa’s belly. That she herself was once in there. Abby was skeptical. How did a baby fit in his flat stomach?

She didn’t think much more it after that. Papa did change a little. He cried a lot more easily and ate a lot more. Papa had never eaten that much. He was always irritated with Daddy for being able to eat everything and not gain any weight. Papa never felt good in the mornings. He never got up early to begin with, but now he spent the whole morning in the bathroom. Papa started talking about babies all the time after that. He was constantly telling her that she was going to be a big sister.

Then Papa started getting fat. That was when everything changed. Strangers stopped gushing about Abby, but instead started talking to Papa about his stomach. They always touched it and cooed over it. Daddy was the worst. He would lay on the couch with Papa and talk to Papa’s belly and stroke it. Abby’s parents were really weird.

Papa even wanted her to talk to it! He and Daddy would tell her it would be good for bonding. That she needed to bond with her brother. Abby didn’t think she really needed to bond with Papa’s fat, but she talked to it anyways. Daddy would always tell her she was such a good big sister and then he would do something with her, like watch cartoons. Papa just cried, but then again Papa cries at commercials now.

Abby didn’t like going to the doctors. Ever since Papa found out about the baby, he was always there. The doctor would prod at his belly and then Abby had to go sit behind a curtain, so the doctor could check the birth canal. Abby didn’t know what that meant, and Papa wouldn’t tell her. It was mostly Abby and Papa going to the doctors. Daddy was normally at work. The times when Daddy was there was when they got to see the baby on a little TV. That made Daddy and Papa cry. Abby didn’t get it.

That was pretty much how her life was now. Papa got fatter and fatter and weirder and weirder as time went. Abby didn’t even remember what he was like before the baby, but she knows it must have been better than this.

“Jen, just breathe, okay? I’ll go get the bags and Abby. You just stay here and breathe,” Daddy had said waking Abby up. Daddy then picked her up and told her she was staying with Uncle Chris for the rest of the night. Abby hated the way Papa looked. He looked really pale and that he was hurting. When she asked him if he was, he lied and said no.

The next day, Daddy picked her up in the afternoon. His eyes were red and he was smiling. He took Abby to the hospital to see Papa and the baby. Papa looked pale and tired. The fat was mostly gone, at least. Then she saw him. She saw this scrunched up, bald, angry, pink thing.

“Eww! He’s ugly!” She had said. Papa cried and Daddy told her that that was not nice. Well, it’s true. He didn’t look anything like her baby dolls.

She later found out that he didn’t act like any of her baby dolls. He cried and screamed all the time. Papa said he was colicky. She didn’t know what that meant. At least Daddy stayed home for a few days, even though he just cared about the baby.

Papa was the one mostly with the baby. He normally had the baby up to his chest. He said the baby was eating. Abby didn’t really get that. There was nothing that Papa was holding. He just held the baby up against his chest with his shirt pulled up. How did he eat like that? When Abby asked, Papa laughed and said that Abby ate like that for almost two years. She so did not.

The baby seemed to be everywhere! Daddy and Papa didn’t pay any attention to her. It was all about the baby. Abby was sick of hearing about the baby. She wanted to get rid of him. So one day, she decided she was going to.

She had picked up the baby when Papa was cooking and Daddy was back at work. She was just about ready to put him in the trash when Papa saw. He got really mad and spanked her! See, that baby just ruined her life. Papa never hit her before.

“I don’t want the baby, anymore!” she had screamed.

“Why?” Papa asked looking hurt.

“Because you love him more than me,” Abby had said crying.

“Oh baby,” Papa cooed. “Daddy and I love you and your brother more than anything. It’s just, honey, he’s a baby. He needs a lot of attention now. You were the same way.”

Papa had sat down with Brendon on his lap and Abby by his side.

“Maybe you two just need to bound some more,” Papa had said putting the baby on Abby’s lap.

Brendon looked up at her and gurgled. He then smiled. Abby had never seen him do that before.

“He smiled! Just wait until your father hears this!” Papa had shouted. Apparently Papa hadn’t seen this before either.

Brendon grabbed one of Abby’s fingers and smiled. Maybe, her little brother wasn’t all that bad.

Poll! What do you prefer?

trytofly5 — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 05:44:36 GMT

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Break Free 3/?

trytofly5 — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:34:49 GMT

“If he isn’t real, then what is that?” Jensen said pointing to the floor.

Chris’s eyes followed it to the floor. There laid a gold wristwatch. “Jen?”

“That’s his,” Jensen whispered. “I bought it for him for our two year wedding anniversary. He was wearing it the night he supposedly died.

“This doesn’t prove anything,” Chris began.

“Then where did it come from?” Jensen demanded. “Because if I had that to begin with I sure as hell would have sold it.”

Chris sat down on the bed and was silent. He had his hand curled underneath his chin while he rested his elbow on his knee.

“Say something,” Jensen demanded.

“If he’s back how did he get in?” Chris said quietly.

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” Jensen responded. “The first time he showed up at my door. This time I woke up to him by me.”

“How did he not die?” Chris asked more to himself then Jensen.

“So you believe me?” Jensen asked hopefully.

“I’m not saying that I do fully. I’m just not ruling it out yet.”

“What are you going to do?” Jensen asked hesitantly.

“Let me sleep on it. I haven’t really come up with a game plan for dead psychos that stalk their husbands and sons yet,” Chris snorted.

“Do you mind,” Jensen gestured to the bed.

“You want me to spend the night with you?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“If you don’t mind,” Jensen trailed off, biting his lower lip.

“Of course I don’t mind. Do you mind if I join you on the bed? The floor and chair are kinda rough on my back.”

Jensen responded by scouting over and pulling the covers back. He rearranged them so that Dean slept between them.

“Thank you,” Jensen whispered, cupping Chris’s cheek. Chris leaned into the touch.

“It’s my job, Jensen,” Chris responded, placing a hand over Jensen’s.

“Yeah, but do you let every victim crash your place?” Jensen teased.

“Not every victim is you,” Chris responded softly, looking into Jensen’s eyes.

Jensen froze and quickly removed his hand from Chris’s cheek. “Goodnight,” he said hurriedly.

“Jen, I didn’t mean-“Chris began.

“Goodnight,” Jensen repeated.

“Goodnight,” Chris responded defeated.

****

Chris woke up to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He gave the still sleeping Dean a quick pat on the cheek and hurried off to find Jensen.

“Here,” Chris said putting a cloth on Jensen’s forehead. He was still knelt over the toilet, dry heaving.

“Thanks,” Jensen rasped.

“This has been going on for a while,” Chris stated. It was not a question, it was a fact.

“Yeah,” Jensen responded.

“You going to tell me what is going on?” Chris asked.

“Just stress,” Jensen said standing up on shaky legs. Chris reached his arms out just in case Jensen would start to wobble.

“Stress makes you vomit in the morning?”

“Just stop it,” Jensen said shortly.

“Are you sure you’re not-“

“No!” Jensen roared, interrupting Chris. “Misha and I use protection.”

“You said that with Jeff,” Chris cut himself off. “Condoms fail.”

Jensen snorted. “I’m not. Now mind your own damn business.”

“You are my business,” Chris said before he could stop himself. “I mean, I’m in charge of protecting you. Therefore, you are my business.”

Jensen stared at him silently for a minute. “I’m going to go make breakfast.” He brushed his teeth and quickly left the bathroom

“Dammit,” Chris muttered banging his fist against the sink.

****

Chris was in the middle of trying to beat Dean in a game of hide and seek when his phone rang.

“Kane here,” he grunted giving away his hiding place. Dean giggled and ran over and clutched onto his leg.

“Come to the corner of Main and Broadway,” the voice uttered and hung up immediately. Chris stared at his phone for a minute before pulling Dean off of him and grabbing his shoes and his jacket, racing towards the door.

“Chris?” Dean’s lower lip wobbled. Jensen walked into the room and stared at him with his brows furrowed.

“I have to go,” Chris said reaching for the doorknob. “There is an emergency.”

“Be careful,” Jensen called after him.

Chris hurried over as fast as he could to the address. He couldn’t make it too far in, as there were fire trucks and cop cars lined all across the street. He pulled over and grabbed his gun and ID.

“FBI,” Chris grunted and flashed his badge as he walked through the crowd.

As he got closer he could see a burnt building right at the corner of Main and Broadway. The air was still smoky from the fire and ash was spread all across the ground. “What is going on?” he asked one of the firemen.

“Some psycho burnt down a building,” the fireman responded.

“Any motivation? I was called here, so I’m guessing something big is up.”

“From what I heard something really big is up,” the fireman responded.

“What?” Chris asked peering at the taller man.

“Do you happen to know or heard of anyone named Jensen?” the fireman asked seemingly randomly.

“Yes, why?” Chris responded, worried.

“Then I have something to show you.”

Puppy Love

trytofly5 — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:56:09 GMT

Title: Puppy Love
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: J2
Warnings: mpreg, fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jared takes his and Jensen's daughter trick or treating. He comes home and schmoop happens. Basically, this is Halloween fluff.

“Arf, Arf, Arf,” the little girl bounced happily next to Jensen.

“Abby, hold still,” grumbled Jensen as he tried to put the face paint on her.

“I’m a puppy!” She squealed and continued to bark.

“I can see that,” Jensen said putting a little bit more paint on her. “Now, stay!” he commanded.

Abby froze up and stared at him with her big green eyes as he finished putting on the makeup.

“Excuse me, sir,” Jared said walking into the room, wearing a dog catcher uniform. “I believe I got a complaint about a loose puppy. Do you happen to know where she is?”

Abby screamed and jumped off the couch. She got on her hands and knees and crawled as fast as she could. Jared followed her slowly into the kitchen. Once he saw her heading for the still hot stove he swooped down and picked her up. “Gotcha, puppy!” he laughed blowing raspberries on her belly.

“Daddy, no!” she giggled.

“Do I have to get the leash,” Jared teased.

“No!” she screamed. Jared laughed and kissed the top of her head.

“Did I hear screaming?” Jensen asked coming into the room, resting a hand on his distended belly.

“Daddy’s being bad,” Abby pouted.

“Daddy’s always bad.” Jensen ignored Jared’s huff of “hey” and continued on. “Is Miss Abby ready to go trick or treating?”

Abby merely barked and wriggled in Jared’s arms as a response.

“I’m going to take that as I yes,” Jensen laughed fixing her ears.

“You two going to be alright?” Jared nodded to Jensen’s belly.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Jared, I’m only in my seventh month,” Jensen rolled his eyes.

“I just worry,” Jared answered, swooping down to give Jensen a light kiss.

“We’ll be fine. Now go before they give out all the good candy.” He gave Jared’s ass a light smack. Jared laughed and shook his ass out the door with Abby barking and wriggling in his arms.

****

Jensen was finishing cleaning up the kitchen when he heard the front door open, in walked Jared carrying a sleeping Abby in his arms.

“I’m going to go put her in bed,” Jared whispered.

“Let me help,” Jensen put down the rag and walked towards them. “I need to get that paint off.”

“Can I just do it?” Jared asked, adjusting her. “I just don’t get to see her that often.”

Noticing the look on Jared’s face, Jensen nodded. “Just make sure all that stuff is off her face. It’s a bitch to get off of pillows.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jared grinned walking up to Abby’s bedroom. He still couldn’t believe that she was out of the nursery and into the big girl bed. She was already three years old and it ached Jared’s heart a little. He knew it was silly, but it still hurt a little to watch her grow. He wanted her to remain that little baby forever. She needed them less and less.

He cleaned her face off and loomed over her. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he whispered kissing her forehead.

“Night Daddy,” she snuffled, flopping around and falling asleep quickly.

“Want to tell me what that was all about?” Jensen asked as Jared walked back into the living room. Jensen had moved to the couch and was about to turn on a scary movie.

Jared flopped down beside him. He wrapped one arm around Jensen’s shoulders and rested the other on his belly. “It’s nothing. It’s just you get to spend all this time with her, and I don’t.”

“Jared,” Jensen said softly.

“I know. I know. It’s best to have one at home and one working. And since you are the one having the babies, it’s best that you’re home,” Jared sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Jared, is this about me being able to have babies and you not?” Jensen asked.

“No. I just wish I could have the connection that you have with them. I mean, Abby was inside you and then she spends all her time with you. Now, this one is inside you and the cycle will go again.”

“Jared,” Jensen said softly. “Abby doesn’t even give me half a thought. Though when you come home she is all over you. All day, I hear Daddy this or Daddy that. I should be the one jealous.”

Jared gave him a small smile. “I’m just scared that I won’t be in their lives like you are.”

“Who does Abby call for to get the monsters out of her bed? Who is able to calm down this one when he’s so active I can’t sleep? Jared, you are in their lives so much. You working just makes them more excited for you to come home. Not like me, I’m always there.”

“I love you so much, Jen,” Jared whispered giving Jensen a kiss.

“I love you too. You just need to get more confidence in yourself. The kids love you so much,” Jensen said turning on the movie. “Now we have a full night of snuggling and watching scary movies.”

“And maybe a little of something else?” Jared asked rubbing Jensen’s belly.

“We’ll see,” Jensen replied shortly.

“Come on,” Jared prodded. “It’s been like a whole week.”

“Fine,” Jensen sighed. “But you are sleeping in the wet spot and I demand a backrub.”

“I can do that,” Jared grinned pulling Jensen closer and stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Break Free 2/?

trytofly5 — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 21:51:09 GMT

“Hey, kiddo,” Chris said as he entered his apartment. He ruffled up Dean’s hair, much to his annoyance. “Where’s your dad?”

Jensen would normally be finishing up dinner at this time. He had been too scared to return to his own apartment. He kept saying that Jeff would be there, so Chris let them stay. Jensen had decided he would be in charge of cleaning and cooking in a way to pay him back for them living there.

“He’s sick,” Dean said not looking up from the picture he was coloring.

“Is he in your room?”

“Yeah,” Dean said waving his hand towards their bedroom.

Jensen had continued to sleep in the same bed as Dean. He was terrified to let him go.

“Hey,” Chris whispered to Jensen’s prone figure.

Jensen grunted then opened his eyes. “Shit! I’m sorry. I’ve just been so tired. I’ll go start dinner.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Chris murmured rubbing his back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jensen murmured starting to get up.

“I heard you throwing up before I left,” Chris said slowly.

“I’m fine,” Jensen said forcefully.

“I just don’t want you to be sick,” Chris said stopping Jensen from getting up. “Sleep. I’ll go get a pizza or something.”

“Okay,” Jensen murmured, his eyes drooping.

“What do you want?”

“I’m not hungry. Dean likes pepperoni though.”

“Jen,” Chris started but stopped as soon as he noticed that Jensen was sound asleep.

****

Jensen woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He checked the caller ID and saw Misha’s name. He knew he couldn’t ignore him forever.

“Hello,” he mumbled into the phone.

“JENSEN!” Misha yelled into the phone. “Where are you? Babe, I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Are you okay? Did something happen? Did something happen to Dean?”

“I’m fine. Dean’s fine. Everyone’s fine,” Jensen muttered. “I’m staying with Chris. I, I, just trust me on this.”

“Why on earth would you stay with him?” Misha said his voice deepening.

“I have my reasons,” Jensen responded.

“Is it the Jared thing?” Misha said quietly.

“The fuck does that mean?” Jensen snarled.

“I just mean, did you see him again?”

“No,” Jensen said the fury obvious in his voice. “Why does everyone think I’m crazy?”

“I don’t think you’re crazy. I know that you were traumatized-“

“Shut up! Stop coddling me! If you are going to act this way at least admit why. You think I’m crazy. You think I’m seeing people.”

“You said you saw Jared.”

“I did,” Jensen said firmly. “He was standing outside of mine and Jeff’s house. He was looking right at me. He didn’t talk, he just watched. He was real! I swear he was real! It’s just no one will believe me.”

“Jen-“

“Let’s talk later. It’s late and I’m tired.” He snapped the phone shut.

This was getting ridiculous. It seemed that no one would believe him. Jeff and Jared were real and were out there. He saw them.

****

“Hey gorgeous,” a deep voice rumbled into Jensen’s ear.

“Jeff?” Jensen whispered, his eyes opening. He looked at the clock and saw that it read 3:12 am. “What are you doing here?”

“Why’d you leave?”

“I have to protect my son,” Jensen knew that he could hear the fear in his voice.

“Protect him from his own old man?” Jeff laughed. “You know I love that boy more than anything.”

“Not more than yourself,” Jensen mumbled.

“Always the insults. Jen, I’m hurt. You never used to talk to me this way.”

“I didn’t used to know what you were,” Jensen replied.

Jeff ignored the comment and instead stared at the little boy curled up next to Jensen. “Our son,” he murmured. “He looks gorgeous.”

“Stay away from my son!” Jensen snarled quietly. He didn’t want to wake Dean.

“Our son,” Jeff corrected. “He’s got my hair. And your nose. I saw him earlier; he has your eyes too. Your big beautiful green eyes. I always loved your eyes.”

“Jeff,” Jensen whispered. “Please leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jeff murmured.

“You aren’t real,” Jensen whispered more to himself than to Jeff.

“I think we both know that I am. How’s your ass?” he teased. “Been a long time without any cock in it.” He studied Jensen’s face. “Or maybe not too long. Who is he? I know you aren’t fucking Kane. Who is he?”

“No one,” Jensen murmured.

“You cheating on me and then telling me it’s no one. Jen, tell me,” Jeff said threateningly.

“Chris!” Jensen shrieked.

“Jen, what the hell are you doing?” Jeff whispered furiously.

“Chris!” he screamed again. He needed help and he needed it now.

“Daddy?” Dean started stirring.

Jensen turned his back on Jeff and coddled Dean to his chest. He soothed the little boy who just started fussing as soon as he was pulled from sleep.

“Jensen! What’s wrong?” Chris asked bursting into the room.

“He’s here!” he shrieked, clinging to the little boy.

“Who?” Chris asked.

Jensen turned and saw the spot were Jeff was empty. He was gone.

“The windows open!” Jensen said hurriedly. “He might have jumped out of there.”

Chris made his way to the window and peered out. “No one is there, Jen.”

“Can’t you go look? Go look outside. He might still be there!” Jensen said pointing out the window. “Go look!” He noticed Chris not moving. He was just looking at him. “Why aren’t you looking?”

“Jen, I’m not going to look. There is no one there. I don’t know how to get this into your mind,” Chris said gently.

“There is!” Jensen cried. “He was here. Why won’t you believe me?”

“He’s dead, Jen. Dead people don’t just come back to life. I killed him. I know he’s dead and gone. I’m sorry, Jen, but there is no one there.”

“If he isn’t real, then what is that?” Jensen said pointing to the floor.

Break Free 1/?

trytofly5 — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 02:36:11 GMT

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Stop crying, please,” Jeff murmured stroking Jensen’s side. Jensen had his back to him and was curled up in a little ball. He continued to make muffled sobbing noises and his body shook with every breath.

“I shouldn’t have done it,” Jensen sobbed.

“We’re married, Jen. There is no shame in having sex,” Jeff said softly continuing to stroke Jensen.

“You’re a murderer! You, you have done these horrible things. And you’re dead! I saw you die,” Jensen sobbed harder.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know about. And definitely don’t throw those words around,” Jeff said sternly. “And I’m alive. I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“How?”

“You remember how I told you I served in the military? Well, I was special ops. They taught us how to slow our pulse rate down in case we were caught. I also knew the paramedic. He worked for me. Jen, I couldn’t lose you forever. They would have taken me forever. I’m so sorry I was gone. I just had to make sure that they thought I was dead. It’s safe for me to be with you now. I can take care of you and our child now.”

“I don’t need you,” Jensen said softly.

“Jen, you can’t take me out of your life! You can’t take me out of Dean’s. A boy should have his father,” Jeff said, fury racing in his voice.

“He has one!”

“Who are you? That is not something my Jen would say,” Jeff’s voice trailed off at the end.

“I’m someone who has been raising a child alone for the past three years! I’m someone who has been dealing with my husband’s actions for the last three years! I’m someone who has sacrificed everything because my late husband was a criminal!” Jensen’s voice grew louder and higher with each word.

“Jen,” Jeff pressed a kiss against Jensen’s shoulder, ignoring it tensing up. “I had to do what I had to do.”

“That’s it? That’s what you say to all I’ve been through because of you? Fuck you, Jeff. Fuck you,” Jensen snarled.

“Jen,” Jeff gasped. Jensen only responded with a loud sob. “Sweetheart, we can get through this.”

“No, no we can’t. We will never get through this. You lied to me. You hurt me. You killed Jared. You ruined my life!” A loud sob followed his hitching voice.

“Sweetheart, I think we’ve been through enough today. Let’s just talk about all of this in the morning. Okay? I’ve missed sleeping with you.”

“Fine,” Jensen grunted.

“I love you so much. Never doubt that.”

Jensen simply went back to sobbing.

****

“Hey baby boy,” Jensen whispered, shaking his son. “I just need you to wake up for a second. Will you?”

“Daddy?” Dean asked slowly opening his eyes.

“Yeah, honey. We are going on a little trip. We are going to see Chris. You like him, don’t you?” Jensen started grabbing Dean’s things in a hurry.

“Why were you yelling?”

“Daddy was just upset, but everything is fine now. Come on,” Jensen hoisted the boy in the air and walked him out of the apartment. Dean’s bag and his own was thrown over his shoulders.

Jensen had made sure Jeff was asleep before he left. He knew the difference between Jeff faking sleep and Jeff actually sleeping. Being married to someone for five years teaches you things like that. He knew he had to get out of the house. He had to go somewhere. He didn’t want to go to Misha’s. He didn’t want to admit that he had cheated. Chris was the best option. He would help him. He would take care of him.

“It’s nighttime,” Dean said slowly.

“Yeah, honey, it is,” Jensen said buckling Dean into his car seat.

“We should sleep,” Dean said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You can sleep. Daddy has to go somewhere,” Jensen threw their bags in the seat next to Dean.

“But it’s sleepy time,” Dean whined.

“Not now,” Jensen said irritated. He threw the car into drive and quickly shot off down the road to Chris’s. Chris didn’t live too far away. He only lived about a half hour away.

“But-“

“Dean, just sleep for Daddy, okay?” Jensen said slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He loved his son more than anything, but now was not the time for him to act up.

Jensen let out a sigh of relief once Dean had managed to fall asleep.

****

“Who the hell?” Chris grumbled walking to the door. “Jensen?”

“Can I lie him down?” Jensen asked adjusting the sleeping child in his arms.

“Yeah, sure. You know what room,” Chris mumbled going to the kitchen. He needed coffee. Tonight was probably going to be a long night.

“Thanks,” Jensen murmured as Chris handed him a cup of coffee.

“Dean okay?”

“Yeah, just tired, and at this hour I suppose it’s normal,” Jensen tried to let out a small laugh, but it came out as a sob.

“Jen-“

“I’m scared!” Jensen cried.

“What’s going on? Someone threaten you again?” Chris asked hurriedly, jumping to Jensen’s side. “You have to talk to me so I can help you.”

“Jeff’s back.”

The words were whispered so quietly, Chris almost missed them. “Jen, Jeff is dead. We both saw him die.”

“He’s not! He’s in my bed now. He’s in my apartment. He’s back! Oh god, he’s back!”

“Breathe, Jen,” Chris started rubbing soothing circles on his back. “He’s not here anymore. He can’t hurt you. He’s dead.”

“No, he isn’t! We had sex and he came inside me! I can show you if you want,” Jensen snarled.

“Jen-,” Chris stopped rubbing and backed away.

“Oh god, we didn’t use protection! I can’t be-“he couldn’t say the words. “I’m not on birth control. I can’t afford it.” Jensen broke down in heart wrenching sobs.

“Jen, we’ve had this talk before. We need to separate what’s real and what’s not,” Chris said slowly.

“This is real!”

“That’s what you said when you saw Jared. Have you stopped taking your medication?” Jensen was silent. “Jen?”

“I can’t afford it,” Jensen said softly.

“You have to be on this medication. If you stop taking it they will take away Dean,” Chris said. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” Jensen sobbed, his eyes filling back up with tears.

“You need to work on your finances. Priority is key,” Chris murmured.

“If my choose is between taking medication I don’t need, and feeding my child it is pretty obvious which I’ll choose,” Jensen said forcefully.

“I’ll pay,” Chris said quickly. “Jen, you are a great parent. I’ve seen you with Dean. I just need you to start taking it.”

“I don’t need handouts-“

“It’s a gift!” Chris interrupted. “Just take it.”

“Fine, I will, but only if you go to my apartment and look around,” Jensen murmured defeated.

“I can do that.”

****

Jensen was curled up around Dean running a hand through the baby soft hair. He was softly humming lullabies to him. Dean loved that. Whenever Jensen couldn’t get him to sleep, he would just hum. The minute he did so Dean was out like a light.

“This will all be over soon,” Jensen murmured. “Chris will take care of it.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head.

The sound of the door opening and footsteps pounding around drew him out of his thoughts. His heart started racing and he started to clutch on to Dean. He knew that it was just Chris, but the fear hadn’t left him, even after all this time.

“Jen,” Chris said softly pushing open the door.

“Yeah,” Jensen croaked.

“He still sleeping?” Chris asked sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah, the kid sleeps like a log,” Jensen gave a small smile.

“Your apartment is empty,” Chris said. “It doesn’t even look like someone has even been there, besides you two. Your bed even looked untouched. Jensen, I’m worried about you.”

Three's a Crowd

trytofly5 — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:56:37 GMT

Title: Three's a Crowd
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Chad
Warnings: mpreg, sex, crack!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Sequel to Three's Company. Jensen and Chad get to know each other a little better.

Chad stroked himself hard and fast as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth. He chewed the salty food as he squeezed himself and stroked faster. It had become hard for him to reach his cock with his massive belly in the way. He couldn’t believe how much he had gained. It seemed like the more he weighed the sexier he felt. And he couldn’t get enough of sex. It was all he ever thought of ever since he had gotten pregnant. He’d never admit it, but he did get really excited when the strip turned blue. But then that slut, Jensen, had to go and ruin everything.

It’s not that Chad hated Jensen. Okay, he kinda hated him, but he didn’t before! It’s just he always took his spotlight. He was going to tell Jared he was pregnant, but then here comes squealing, happy little Jensen jumping into Jared’s arms and telling him that HE was pregnant! He made Chad look like the copycat, which he so wasn’t. The slut.

It only got worse after that. Everything Chad did Jensen had to do more. Chad showed Jared the picture of his baby and then Jensen has to go and show him a picture of his twins! Twins! The slut managed two! So that made Chad and his one baby look bad in comparison. Every time Chad complained about his pregnancy Jared mentions that Jensen doesn’t have any problems and he has two. So yeah, Chad kinda hates glowy, always happy Jensen.

“Hey,” Jared says flopping down on the couch. “How you doing?”

Chad glares.

“What did I do now?” he sighs.

“Where’s your Jensen?” Chad snarled.

“Taking a nap. And god, Chad, I love you both equally so stop it,” Jared said rubbing his temples.

Chad keeps glaring.

“Want me to help you out?” Jared asked staring at Chad’s erection.

“I don’t know. Jensen might need you,” Chad said.

“Goddammit!” Jared said slamming his face in his hands.

“Jensen might need what?” Jensen said walking into the room.

“Oh, Mommy is here! Just great,” Chad glared.

“Guys!” Jared tried.

“I still don’t get the mommy thing! You are pregnant too, dumbass,” Jensen glared back.

“You see, Jared and I decided on names for us since we are all one family. Daddy,” he pointed to Jared, “Papa,” he pointed to himself, “and Mommy,” he pointed to Jensen.

“We did not-, “Jared began.

“Why are you such an ass? Seriously?” Jensen rubbed his belly. “Being upset is bad for the babies.”

“And that is why you are Mommy,” Chad smirked.

“Oh! So it is wrong to care about my kids? Well, it’s obvious that you don’t care about yours considering how you eat. I guess if being Mommy is actually wanting my kids healthy then yeah, I’m Mommy,” Jensen snarled.

Chad got off the couch as quickly as he can with his new found girth. “I do to care about my baby! How dare you say that!”

“Guys!” Jared roared. They stopped and stared at him.

“The hell is your problem?” Chad asked.

“Yeah, what’s with you?” Jensen sighed.

“God, he always gets like this,” Chad said turning to Jensen.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Jensen said. “I’m starving.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more,” Chad grinned walking off to the kitchen with Jensen.

Jared stood there dumbfounded. “What the hell?”

“So what is with the whole being an ass thing?” Jensen asked as he brought two bowls of ice cream out.

Chad shrugged as he poured some mayonnaise in it. “I don’t know. You’re just kinda perfect.”

“Oh, that looks good,” he said his mouth watering, “I’m not perfect though.”

“Sure do seem like it,” Chad said passing the mayonnaise.

“I have a boyfriend that won’t even fully commit to me. How is that perfect?” Jensen said. “Sorry,” he muttered noticing the look.

“It’s cool. I got one too,” Chad grinned.

“Knocked you up and kept on cheating?” Jensen laughed.

“Yeah, we should bitch about our lousy boyfriend more often.”

“Speaking of our lousy boyfriend, I kinda want some sex now,” Jensen said looking into the living room.

“Now that sounds good!” Chad said following Jensen’s eyes. “You know, we don’t need our lousy boyfriend.”

“We don’t need him do we,” Jensen grinned walking towards Chad. The kiss was awkward. It was hard for them to reach each other’s mouth with their bellies in the way. “Fuck me,” Jensen moaned.

“Pushy bottom,” Chad laughed running his hands up and down Jensen’s belly. Jensen did the same to Chad. They enjoyed feeling each other’s babies kick and move against their hands. It was so unlike their own. It was strange to not feel them on the inside as well.

“How can we,” Jensen flailed his hands, “do this?”

“Well, obviously not missionary,” Chad thought for a moment. “Doggy style?”

“We can try, I guess,” Jensen muttered getting down on his hands and knees. They didn’t have to worry about stripping off any clothes. Both of them having given up on wearing any once they hit their third trimester.

Chad positioned himself behind Jensen and pushed forward. He became stunned when he realized that he couldn’t go in. He was too large to fuck!

“What are you waiting for?” Jensen asked irritated.

“I can’t do it,” Chad answered stunned. “I’m too big.”

“I guess we will just have to find other ways,” Jensen commented pulling Chad down onto the ground with him. He pulled him into a kiss and ran his hands all over his body, loving the feeling beneath his hands. “You certainly aren’t as thin as you used to be,” Jensen teased.

“Look who’s talking,” Chad laughed patting Jensen’s swollen belly. The patting soon turned to rubbing and Jensen let out a loud moan when Chad ran a finger over his protruding bellybutton. “You like that?”

“Yes, don’t stop!” Jensen moaned. Chad continued to massage Jensen’s belly. Jensen moaned and withered with every passing of his hand.

“Looks like the twins like it too,” Chad commented after feeling the wild movement inside of Jensen.

“Your baby will like it too,” Jensen said biting his lower lip. Jensen reached out and started rubbing soft circles on Chad’s belly. Chad couldn’t help but moan. The strong motion felt incredible.

Chad leaned over and sucked Jensen’s nipple into his mouth. Neither of their hands stopped moving, loving and caressing each other’s swollen bellies. Chad sucked and licked at the nipple, until he found the nipple leaking milk. “What?” Chad asked confused. “Do mine do that?”

“Let’s find out,” Jensen muttered, he brought his hand up to Chad’s nipple and started stroking it and tugging on it. Finally a bead of milk appeared at the top. “Looks like you just started lactating. I’ve been doing it for a week now.”

“That is so fucking hot.” They both looked up to find Jared staring over them. His pupils were blown wide with lust and his mouth was hanging open.

“Does Daddy want to play?” Chad teased, continuing to rub Jensen’s belly.

“Oh god, just don’t stop touching each other,” Jared moaned, pressing the palm of his hand against his rapidly growing erection.

They shifted onto their sides and started rubbing their bellies together, since they were too big to rub their cocks together. They could feel the movements through their skin. The rubbing and movement drove them crazy! Soft round, tight skin against soft round tight skin. They were tingling with lust.

“I’m still hungry,” Chad murmured. He grabbed some caramel sauce he found close by. It was still good, he decided after a sniff. Probably either him or Jensen dropped it after a snack. It was pretty hard for either of them to bend over.

Chad started to pour the thick liquid all over Jensen’s chest and belly. He swooped down and started to lick paths all over Jensen’s body. He paid special attention to Jensen’s bellybutton and nipples. He liked and stroked the nubs until his nipples were pouring milk down his sticky body and his bellybutton was red from stimulation.

Chad pushed and prodded Jensen until he was back on his hands and knees. Jensen was moaning and delirious from pleasure. Chad poured the sauce all down Jensen’s crack. He started to slowly lap at the sweet thick liquid. The taste was incredible. It was sweet and thick and had a hint of Jensen’s own unique flavor. He licked down the strip of his ass a few times, before prying open the cheeks to look at the dusty hole. It was covered in the sauce. It looked shiny and sweet. Chad wanted nothing more than to get another taste.

Chad started to lap aggressively at the contracting hole. Jensen kept pushing his ass more and more onto Chad’s face, mewling loudly. Jared couldn’t stand it any longer. The site was too much.

Jared leaned down until his dick was level to Chad’s upturned ass. “You keep eating him out,” he whispered. “And I’m going to fuck you.”

Chad moaned in response and pulled Jensen’s cheeks apart further so he could plunge his tongue in deeper. Jared moaned at the sight and started to slowly finger Chad open, slicked with the caramel sauce.

“God, you’ve gotten so big. Can’t even fucking fuck Jen. Isn’t that right, baby?” Jared slipped a finger inside of Jensen beside Chad’s tongue. “Look at that belly. God you are so fucking big! What’d you gain? 80 pounds? 90?” Jared rambled shoving his dick inside of Chad. “But that’s not enough is it? You want to be as big as Jen, don’t you, slut? You want another baby?”

“God yes!” Chad screamed, muffled by Jensen’s ass.

Jared started to thrust harder into the tight slick channel, earning him moans of pleasure from Chad. He reached down to grab Chad’s throbbing cock and started stroking him to completion. He brought his sticky hand up to his face and moaned in pleasure as Chad started to lick it off and shove it into Jensen’s little hole.

“Fuck me!” Jensen sobbed.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jared soothed. “I didn’t forget about you.” He turned to Chad. “Kiss him while I fuck him.”

Jared slammed into Jensen, all the way to the root. He didn’t care to worry about preparation. He liked a little bit of tightness. He groaned in pleasure as he watched Chad crawl over to Jensen, his belly rubbing against the ground, and grabbed his face to pull him into a passionate kiss. He could watch their tongues battle for dominance and slide into each other’s swollen mouths. It was one of the hottest things Jared had ever seen.

“Fuck, babies,” Jared groaned thrusting in deeper. “Fuck, more!”

They started to kiss harder. Teeth were clanking and noses were being hit. They ended up managing to balance themselves onto one hand and started stroking each other with the other. They ran their hands up and down their swollen figures, enjoying the feeling of the stretched tight skin.

Chad reached a hand down beneath Jensen’s large bump and started to jerk him off to the timing of Jared’s thrust. Jensen moaned and pushing into his hand. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to focus on more, the hand on his dick or the cock in his ass. He didn’t have to choose long, because he came screaming into Chad’s hand.

“God, gotta,” Jared groaned spilling himself into Jensen’s tight heat.

Jared pulled free and flopped down on the floor, pushing himself in between them. He wrapped an arm around each and pulled them in. “I love you both so much,” he muttered, running his hands up and down their backs.

“Love you,” Jensen said softly, pressing a kiss to Jared’s broad shoulder.

“Ok, as much fun as this love fest is, I would rather be in a bed than on the fucking kitchen floor,” Chad snarled rolling his eyes.

Jared laughed and got up. He put out his hand and pulled them both up one at a time. “Bedroom time!” he sang with delight, wrapping his arms around them.

“Not for you,” Chad said looking at Jensen.

“What?” Jensen looked absolutely confused.

“You belong in the kitchen,” he grinned.

“Chad!” Jensen threatened.

Chad laughed and pulled Jensen in for a kiss. “Now how about that sandwich?”

“Oh, fuck you!” Jensen glared.

“Like you could!”

“Guys!” Jared interrupted. “Come on, bed.” They climbed into the big, soft bed. Jared, once again, got into the middle and motioned for them to curl up to him. He rested his hands on their large bellies, enjoying the feeling of the movement inside.

“I can’t wait until you guys give birth,” Jared sighed, rubbing the large mounds. “As soon as that happens, I’m just going to get you both pregnant again. You’ll be pregnant over and over again until you can’t conceive anymore. Then we’ll turn to IVF.”

“I’d like that,” Jensen grinned turning his head to kiss Jared.

“I knew you would,” Jared grinned back, rubbing larger motions on Jensen’s heavily pregnant stomach.

“Yeah, Mommy would,” Chad rolled his eyes. “I’m so getting my abs back after this.”

“Good luck with all that fat,” Jensen snorted.

“Fucking bitch!” Chad snarled. “Why don’t you go back to your knitting?”

“Always with the fucking fighting,” Jared sighed.

Chad turned and looked at the irritated look on Jared’s face. “What do you say, Mommy? Why don’t we give Daddy a show?”

Jensen grinned. “That’d be good,” he paused. “And don’t call me Mommy!”

Chad grinned and tried to lean over to kiss Jensen, but soon realized that he was too big to kiss him in this position. “Dammit! Move over here.”

Jensen tried and failed as well. “What even made you think I could come over there? I’m bigger than you.”

“Well, damn,” Chad pouted.

“Show in the morning?” Jensen asked.

“Show in the morning,” Chad responded.

“Daddy wants show now!” Jared blurted out.

“Later. Sleep now,” Jensen giggled, curling into Jared’s side.

“I want a lot when I wake up,” Jared pouted. “There better be a ton of sex.”

“There will be,” Chad responded. “Now shut up. I’m trying to sleep here.”

“Love you,” Jared murmured.

The only sounds to follow that were a giggle from Jensen and a loud “shut up” from Chad.

Responsibilities

trytofly5 — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 04:41:11 GMT

Title: Responsibilties
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: mpreg, sex, crack
Discliamer: I own nothing
Summary: based on spnkink_meme prompt: Sam leaves for Stanford, Dean is left pregnant. He's tried going it alone, but after seven or eight months, he's too damn horny and goes out to California to let Sam know what problem he needs fixed.

Dean muttered to himself darkly as he drove the impala as fast as he can. He needed to get to California and he needed to get there now! He was sick and tired of taking care of Sam’s responsibilities and now he is going to make Sam take care of it.

“We’ll be there soon,” he murmured to his swollen belly rubbing his hand over it.

Sam had gotten him pregnant. The night before he left, he had fucked Dean bareback. He had said that it would be the best goodbye gift Dean could give him. Now Dean was pregnant. Sam didn’t know; Dean had made sure of that. However, it was time he did. Dean was sick and tired of masturbating. He wanted a good hard fuck.

“Fuck me!” Dean yelled knocking the door on the floor of Sam’s apartment.

“Jesus!” Sam jumped. Sam’s eyes widened as he saw Dean. He couldn’t stop staring at Dean’s belly. His eyes were bulging out of the sockets and his mouth was hanging open.

“Oh, yeah. I’m pregnant,” Dean shrugged. “Now fuck me!”

“What the hell, Dean? You’re pregnant? And you didn’t tell me? You must be really far along, you are really big,” Sam’s eyes got even bigger. “Is it mine?” he asked in a tiny voice.

“No shit it’s yours,” Dean glared. “Can we please get to the important part?”

“But how did you even get pregnant?” Sam asked in shock.

“Sammy, I know you had the bird and the bees talk. Hell, I gave it to you. Now. Fuck. Me.” Dean said through gritted teeth.

Sam kept staring at Dean, not moving or talking and definitely not fucking Dean. Dean let out a groan of desperation. “Listen, the dildos aren’t cutting it. I need the real thing. You are the fucking father of this baby and you are going to take responsibility for it, do you understand?”

“Of course I’ll raise the baby with you!” Sam said. “I’ll be with you for all,” he looked at Dean’s belly again, “well the rest of the way.”

“Are you that dense? I don’t give a shit about that. Your cock, my ass, get on it!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, we really should talk about this,” Sam said slowly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Dean exclaimed. He waddled over to Sam and pushed him backwards on to the couch. He then climbed on top of him, wiggling his ass directly over his crotch. “Fuck. Me”

“Okay,” Sam groaned. He could feel himself hardening at the contact. “Okay, yeah.”

Dean let out a shout of glee and quickly threw off his shirts. Sam couldn’t help but stare at Dean’s new body. His normally firm pecs were swollen and engorged. His thin, lean waist had ballooned out to accommodate the child growing inside of him. Sam ran his hand down the smooth belly. He let it trace the pushed out naval, then he let the dark line lead his hand down to Dean’s crotch. “God, Dean, you look so gorgeous,” he whispered in awe.

“Sammy, I like that you think I’m hot and all, but he have certain matters to take care of,” Dean said while rubbing himself against Sam’s rapidly hardening erection again.

Sam nodded and managed to yank off his own shirt. It was a struggle with Dean’s now found weight keeping him down. Dean hauled himself up just high enough to zip and unbutton Sam’s pants. He slapped Sam’s hands away when they went to feel his torso. “We can do that later! Now get to the good part!” he said in annoyance as he yanked his own pants off.

“At least let me finger you open,” Sam whined reaching behind Dean. Dean stopped him and looked at him with a satisfied grin.

“Don’t need to,” he said smugly as he pulled a large black butt plug out of him.

“At least get some lube!” Sam said as Dean positioned himself over Sam’s cock.

“I’m slick enough! Now shut up!” Dean roared slamming himself down on Sam’s cock.

Sam groaned loudly. He grasped Dean’s hip with one hand and started rubbing his hand over his belly with the other. He almost pulled away when he could feel the movement under Dean’s skin.

After Dean had established the pace, Sam started to thrust up to match it. He pounded into Dean’s perfect little ass, hitting his prostate head on.

Sam started rubbing his hand harder on Dean’s belly. The sensation was weird, but he was beginning to enjoy it. He ran the hand up Dean’s belly to play with his nipples. He started tugging and rolling the nubs and gasped when a little bit of milk started to drool out.

“God, Dean,” Sam moaned, thrusting up harder. “Your body is incredible.”

“I know!” Dean said slamming back down.

Sam could feel himself about to peak so he quickly grabbed Dean’s cock and began to jerk him off. He always preferred for Dean to come first. There was nothing better than the feeling of Dean’s clenching muscles as he came.

Dean quickly came, spilling himself all over Sam’s chest. Sam followed soon after.

“God, Dean, that was amazing,” Sam panted.

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Up for another round?” he asked after a pause.

“I need some recovery time!” Sam responded.

Dean curled up against Sam and muttered something about whiny little bitches.

“Are we going to talk about the baby?” Sam asked.

“In the morning we will. Tonight you will be too busy,” Dean grinned.