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08 September 2008 @ 01:39 pm

Author: [info]claudia_lexan
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 2,563
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank you to my beta Mago186.
Notes: Crossver with the movie junior
Notes: This is set around the time that Sam decided that Stanford was a good thing.
Disclaimer: These are not characters of my own creation
Summary: After a curse and a night of sex with his brother Dean falls pregnant. Only Sam doesn't remember that night or the curse

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4


For the last few days, he has had a headache.  It's not a headache that has been caused by his pregnancy or bad eating habits.  His constant headache has been caused by the continuing argument with his dad about Sam.


Dad suggested that visiting Sam would be a good idea.  For the first few hours after that suggestion, he had readily agreed with his dad.  Seeing Sam again would solve a lot of the problems he had.  It would make him feel better for all of a few minutes.  Then his dad’s suggestion about visiting Sam became more insistent.  He knew that his dad wanted more than to see Sam again.  The visit would be all about convincing Sam to rejoin the hunt and he couldn’t let that happen.  Once he had regained full control of his emotions, he had asked his dad why it was so important that they see Sam again.  His dad had casually replied that he needed at least one son who was in good shape as his hunting partner.  With those words, he had come so close to breaking several bones in his dad’s body.  He came so damn close to actually doing it that he had to walk away from his dad.


Before walking away, he took the time to tell his dad a few home truths.


He began with telling John about all the hard work Sam had done so that he could get that full scholarship at one of America’s top colleges.  A scholarship that meant Sam wouldn’t have to ask them for help.  He explained in detail that Sam had a life filled with friends and fun.  Friends that would never have to know about the supernatural world’s existence.  He told his dad that Sam deserved to have a normal life.  A life that he should be allowed to experience without the interruption of hunt obsessed father. 


A few hours after the argument, all mention of visiting Sam had been dropped.


It has taken him a week, but he finally managed to speak to Doctor LarryArbogast.  The first five times he called the clinic he only managed to talk to the receptionist.  On his sixth attempt at contacting the doctor, at last he succeeded. He found it easier than expected to tell a stranger that he is pregnant.  There is no shocked silence or the doctor calling him a freak.  Doctor Arbogast listens to every word he has to say without any interruption. Once he has finished talking, Doctor Arbogast tells him it would be better if he came to the clinic.  As he isn’t used to anyone doing anything for him unless it came with serious strings attached, he is immediately suspicious.  Doctor Arbogast takes the time to reassure him; telling him that the fewer people who know about the pregnancy the better.  Doctor Arbogast continued to tell him of the importance of coming to the clinic straight away.  Within the space of one phone call, he has found a doctor and an urgent need to go to the Casthas Clinic.


The only problem he has is how to get to the clinic without his dad following him.  It takes him an hour just to think of a lie good enough.  He told his dad that an old friend had called asking for his help.  He explained that his friend wanted things done quietly so it had to be a solo hunt.  He left for the hunt taking the long and complicated route so that his dad would be unable to follow him.  It took him an extra two hours to get to his final destination, but it was worth it.  His dad had no idea where he had gone.


When he reached the clinic, it was 9pm.  He didn’t bother to park his car around the back of the clinic, as he knew that he was not followed.  He instead parks the Impala in the receptionist reserved parking space.   Once the car was secure, he made his way into the clinic and saw someone he could only assume was Doctor Arbogast.  He very quickly assessed the doctor, mentally calculating the ways he could kill the man with just his thumb.  With a smile and satisfied that he could kill the man if he tried anything, he walked closer to the man.


Dean, I’m glad you could make it to the clinic so quickly.  My colleague, Doctor Heese, is waiting for us in my office.”  Doctor Arbogast said.


“Lead the way.”  Dean replied. 


As Doctor Arbogast led the way to his office, Dean took in the general layout of the clinic.  On the walk down the long hallway, he found at least five different exits that involved using the front entrance. When they finally reached the office, he let the doctor walk in first, unwilling to have a stranger at his back.


Dean, sit down.” Doctor Arbogast said as he took his customary seat behind the desk.  He wasn’t going to patronize Dean by sitting on the edge of the desk.


Dean sat down on a chair, slightly comforted by the fact that he had several deadly weapons upon his person.


Dean, it’s a pleasure to meet you.  You will have to forgive me when I say I wish you weren’t here though. Could you please tell me how you came to be pregnant?”  Doctor Heese asked.


Dean knew he could lie to the doctors, but honesty was needed to get the necessary help with his pregnancy.  He knew that what he said next would shatter the doctors’ views of normal, but he could only be slightly sorry for that.  Taking a breath, he said, “The paranormal exists.  I hunt evil and for me that is normal.  Sam used to be my partner on the hunt and in my personal life.  Three and half months ago, Sam pissed of the wrong demon.  A curse was spoken and Sam forgot all about our relationship.  He treated me as if I meant nothing to him.  The baby is a result of the last night I spent with Sam as his lover.  The demon gave me this ability to have a baby, not out of kindness, but as a punishment.”


“Dean I know that it doesn’t feel like it at the moment but this baby is a gift.”  Doctor Heese said.  He knew from experience just how hard it was to deal with being pregnant.


“I…” Any other words Dean had been about to say remained unspoken when Doctor Arbogast interrupted him.  “Demons exist,” he whispered.


“I’m not expecting you to believe me.  I just need your help.”  Dean said


“We believe you Dean.  It’s not everyday that someone casually tells you that demons are real. You have just confirmed something that until his moment had been nothing more than myth.”  Doctor Heese said.


“There are times when it all was just myth.”  Dean admitted. 


Sensing that Larry would continue to carry on the discussion about evil and its roots, Doctor Heese steered the conversation back to Dean’s pregnancy.  “Tell me more about Sam.”


With silent promises of untold pain if the doctors so much as looked at him wrong he said, “Sam is the only person I will ever love, but I can never be open with that love because he is my brother.”


“You haven’t told Sam about this pregnancy?”  Doctor Heese asked.  The fact that Sam was Dean’s brother meant nothing to him.  He wasn’t going to disapprove of who a person choose to love.


Sam doesn’t remember our relationship.  How can I tell him about the baby?”  Dean asked.


“Due to who the father of the baby is, there are a number of tests that will have to be carried out.  These tests will confirm if the baby is developing as it should.  However, you could choose to opt out of these tests.”  Doctor Heese said.


“I want those tests.  It doesn’t matter if this baby isn’t perfect.  I don’t care.” Dean replied with conviction.


Smiling despite the seriousness of the situation, Doctor Heese continued. “As this is a male pregnancy, the tests will not be carried out until the later stages of your pregnancy.  Until then, Doctor Arbogast and I will be keeping a close watch on your health and that of the baby.”


“We could perform an ultrasound.”  Doctor Arbogast suggested.


“Ultrasound?”  Dean asked.


“An ultrasound is a method of obtaining images of your baby.  We will be able to determine the exact stage of your pregnancy.  We can also find out if you are having more than one baby,” Doctor Arbogast explained.


“Is there anything I need to do for this ultrasound?”  Dean asked


“No, but I do think we should all go and get a coffee.  It’s been a busy day at the clinic and I can only assume that you haven’t had the time to relax,” Doctor Arbogast suggested.  It would also be a chance to get to know Dean. 



Sam held Jessica closer to his body, seeking out her warmth and comfort when he was hit with a strong sense of déjà vu.  He could remember holding someone in the same way before, but that person had been taller than Jessica.  He could remember the soft touch of the person’s skin.  He could remember feeling happy and completed.  He knew that it was a real memory; he just couldn’t remember that person’s face.


The one thing that he did remember above all else though, was the freckles.


With the sonogram picture safely tucked behind two credit cards in his wallet, Dean finally let himself smile.  It had been nerve-wracking lying on the table and having the ultrasound performed.  He had felt vulnerable and exposed with the upper part of his body naked.   It was the only the presence of his favourite blade, hidden in his biker boot, that had calmed him.  The biggest shock of the ultrasound however, had been seeing the image of his baby on the little screen.


He was stood in front of the clinic’s vending machine change in had searching for something to eat. 


“You really shouldn’t be eating junk food,” Angela said.  She knew just how hypocritical she sounded with those words.  During each of her three pregnancies, junk food had been the only thing she would eat.


“And you are?”  Dean asked.  He wasn’t going to start a conversation with someone he had never met.


Angela Arbogast,” she replied.


“What are you doing here?”  Dean asked.  He wasn’t going to believe a word of what Angela was saying as the truth.  He had long ago learned that people could rarely be taken at face value.


Angela knew that Dean didn’t mean to come across as rude and unwelcoming.  He had just been told something he didn’t want to hear by a woman he barely knew.  She smiled to ease the tension and said, “Larry told me that you would be here.  Before you start panicking or looking for the nearest available exit, Larry told me because he was worried about you.  He knows how hard it was for Alex when he was pregnant with Junior.  Alex had the support of his friends and great doctors.  Larry wants you to have that same support.”


“I have the doctor’s support,” Dean replied.


“You need friends as well.  From what little I have seen and heard about you its obvious friends are something you lack.  I’m not saying this to be spiteful; I only want you to realize that friends are an asset,” Angela replied as she took the loose change from Dean’s hand and put it into the vending machine.


“How will friends be an asset?”  Dean asked even though he knew part of the answer.  Friends would mean having someone he could talk to about his pregnancy, without the fear of being mocked.


Pressing the numbers 5 and 8 on the vending machine to get the Mars Bar she said, “I don’t know what has made you so distrustful of people, but I can assure that I am a great friend to have.  I can tell you the more interesting facts about pregnancy or we can just talk.  You could tell me anything.”


“Anything?”  Dean asked.


“Tell me something that you think will shock me or you could just tell me what you had for lunch,” Angela said as she took the Mars Bar out of the vending machine and gave it to Dean.


Accepting the Mars Bar from Angela, he briefly thought of the many different ways he could lie to her.  It would be so easy to tell Angela something good, but having a friend he could be honest with appealed to him.  Licking his lips he said, “I hunt paranormal creatures.  The things that most kids see as a scary bedtime story have always been a reality for me.  Hunters like me are the reason people like you can sleep easy at night.”


“What about vampires?”  Angela asked.


“They exist. Sunlight doesn’t bother them, crosses don’t work, and neither does garlic.  The only thing that will work is decapitation.”  Dean casually replied.


“Bigfoot?”  Angela asked.


“He exists, but most hunters leave him alone as he’s harmless.  Those that go after Bigfoot learn real quick why that isn’t a good thing to do,” Dean said.


“Fairies and pixies,” Angela said.  Those were two creatures that she could think of that sounded normal, not so much evil.


“Pixies like to play tricks on you, but they are relatively harmless until you piss them off.  Fairies are blood thirsty monsters who are nothing like Tinkerbell.” Dean then stopped half-way through his explanation.  Angela seemed to be taking the existence of the paranormal a little too easily.  So he spoke the one word that had never let him down.  “Christo.”


Angela’s eyes remained a normal hazel colour.  She wasn’t possessed by a demon.  She was just taking the news of paranormal creatures very well.


“Christo, what does that mean?”  Angela asked.


“Tell me what I can expect with the pregnancy cravings.”  Dean asked instead.


Letting Dean’s change of subject slide by without making any comment on it she replied, “I used to eat pickles covered in chocolate.  The weirdest craving I had was for fudge-covered bananas dipped in mustard and salsa sauce.  I used to drive Larry mad with my pregnancy cravings.   He told me Sam doesn’t know about the baby.” 


“I was in the scanning room for 45 minutes and Larry found the time to tell you everything he knew about me.”  Dean commented.


With a fond smile for her husband, Angela simply said, “Larry has always been a fast talker when he is worried about someone.  He told me all about your unique case.  After the mini paranormal pop quiz, I can understand why.  You do need to tell Sam about the baby.”


“How can I tell Sam about the baby if he doesn’t remember our relationship?”  Dean asked.


“Go and see Sam.  Tell him all about this pregnancy and the curse. You should tell him all that he needs to know.  He will either be shocked or welcome you with open arms.  Telling Sam everything now will save you from future heartache,” Angela said.


Putting the unopened mars bar in a nearby bin Dean said, “It’s not that easy.”


“Nothing worth doing rarely is,” Angela said

Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
my_sam_deanmy_sam_dean on September 9th, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
Just found this story and I am very interested in it. It is a new take on mpreg an dit sucked me in from the beginning. I'm looking forward to the next update!
claudia_lexanclaudia_lexan on September 9th, 2008 07:40 am (UTC)
glad you are enjoying it.
magos186magos186 on September 9th, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC)
I so love this story. Honestly it's such an original idea. You're doing an excellent job. I totally can't wait for the next chapter.
claudia_lexan: pic#77186524claudia_lexan on September 10th, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
thank you. It's great to get good reviews since deciding to re-write the whole thing and posting it on my livejournal. I very nearly gave up on it after a bad review on fanfiction.net.
magos186: oh shitmagos186 on September 10th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
Hey, you should never give up on a story just because of one bad review. Not everyone is always going to be a fan. You should write for yourself and no one else. And if in all the good reviews you get one bad, then just ignore it. You are doing an amazing job with this story. Really. I'm glad you decided to redo it here. Besides, LJ is so much better than fanfiction.net ;-)
claudia_lexan: pic#57602945claudia_lexan on September 11th, 2008 09:29 am (UTC)
true, fanfiction.net has really gone down hill since I joined it seven years ago.
Misumako_pretty on September 19th, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)
This is getting really good! *bounces*
claudia_lexan: pic#58156476claudia_lexan on September 19th, 2008 01:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you, it's been great to get so many good reviews from posting a new, beta read version of this on my livejournal account. Fanfiction.net kind of putting me of writing anything for a long time.
Misumako_pretty on September 19th, 2008 02:02 pm (UTC)
Fanfiction.net is evil, a trollpit full of flamers, I almost gave up fanfiction because of it.
claudia_lexan: pic#53874028claudia_lexan on September 20th, 2008 09:22 am (UTC)
I think that was happened to a lot of writers who have an account on fanfiction.net.
Awenawennra on June 5th, 2011 11:30 am (UTC)
Ah great story!