Beginning hurt and Healed finish
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,976
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own any oof the characters of Supernatural
Hurt
Read first chapter for disclaimer
Chapter Two
Sam's worry became more frantic as Dean slid down in the seat and growned quietly in pain. He unconsciously rubbed his stomach trying to comfort himself.
"Dean?" Sam was desperate to know what was going on with his brother.
Dean lolled his head towards Sam and looked at him through glassy eyes. "Sammy, something's wrong." He shut his eyes and growned in pain again. He couldn't figure out why he was in so much pain.
Sam reached over to Dean and placed his hand on his stomach trying to help sooth him. He felt like he was going to puke when felt that Dean's stomach was rock hard.
"No!" he whispered as he floored the Impala trying to get to their motel that much faster. Some of Sam's panic receded as he pulled into the parking spot in front of their room.
"I'm going to help you to the room, alright Dean?" He didn't wait for an answer as he bolted out and around the car to get Dean. He helped Dean slowly get out of the car and closed the door with his foot. He would let Dean yell at him later.
Dean screamed out in pain and collapsed to his knees as he gave way to the pain. Liquid ran down his legs as Sam helped him stand back up. He and Sam stared at eachother in shocked horror. They knew what that meant. Their baby was coming a month early.
Sam gave up helping Dean and just picked him up and carried him into the room. He set Dean down gently and stripped him down. Sam placed a sheet over Dean's legs so he couldn't see what was going on.
"SAMMY! IT'S TO EARLY!" Dean cried as the urge to bear down engulfed his whole body. Sam ran his hands up and down the inside of Dean's legs trying to comfort him. He knew it was to early, but Dean's water had broke so there was nothing he could do about it. He cried silently as Dean screamed out in anguish as he bore down again.
Sam looked down at his watch, Dean had been pushing for close to 45 minutes. According to what he had researched, their baby would soon be making an appearance. His tears came harder as the top of their baby's head appeared at Dean's entrance then dissappeared again as Dean stopped pushing to take a big gulp of air into his abused lungs.
Dean screamed again as he pushed. He wanted to stop, but his body wouldn't allow him to. He had closed his eyes long ago because he didn't want to see Sam's tears. He knew what they meant. Somehow he thought if he couldn't see them then what was happening was just a bad dream.
Sam paused in his stroking of Dean's legs as the top of their baby's head stopped receding back into Dean. Blonde hair. Their baby had blonde hair. He started up again as he felt Dean's thighs tense under his hands. He didn't know what to do other then attempt to comfort Dean and himself.
'If this had happened when it was supposed to, I'd be telling Dean our baby has blonde hair,' Sam thought as the head was pushed that much further out of Dean's body. Sam finally let a sob escape his throat. He knew Dean would truly be broken after this. Nothing in his time from hell could even compare to the torture Dean was going through now.
Dean finally opened his eyes and looked at Sam. The full weight of what was happening fell upon him at that moment. Their baby was going to die and there was nothing they could do about it. He thought they were going to have a family. Sub-consciously Dean had hoped for the happily ever after.
"Sammy," Dean croaked causing his brother to look up at him. The broken look on Sam's had Dean pleading. "Make it stop Sammy. Please, make it stop."
Sam placed his right hand on the side of Dean's tear streaked face. "I'm sorry Dean. I can't," Sam whispered. He glanced back down between Dean's legs and saw the top of the head was out. "You have to keep pushing Dean. I'm so sorry." He wiped away Dean's tears with his thumb as they fell down his cheek.
Sam took his hand away from Dean's face and placed it back on his leg. He placed Dean's legs on the front of his broad shoulders and pushed forward hoping the pressure would help Dean, if only a little bit. It caused Dean to cry out in pain, but the head was forced out almost completely when combined with Dean's push. Sam added more pressure and the head was forced completely out. He mad sure Dean's feet would stay on his shoulders and guided the baby out. He manuevered the shoulders so it was easier on Dean. Sam pressed himself harder onto Dean's legs as Dean bore down. With one final effort, their baby slid form Dean's body. There was no wail or cry.
Dean collapsed back into the pillows as he waited for his body to get rid of the after birth. Sam placed his feet back on the bed, but made sure the bloody sheet kept his legs covered.
"Sammy?" Sam knew what he was asking.
He gave a barely audible answer. "A boy."
Dean stared at the ceiling then closed his eyes as he heard Sam moving around. He heard Sam go into the bathroom, but didn't hear anything for a few minutes until the faucet started running. Sam came back with a washcloth and a bowl of water. Dean was about to open his eyes when he heard Sam say,"Keep them closed Dean." Dean didn't even argue.
Sam removed the bloody sheet from Dean's lap and gingerly picked him up and placed him on the other bed. They still got a room with two beds so people didn't ask questions. Sam sat onthe edge of the bed next to Dean a brougth over the washcloth that he had dipped in the luke warm water from the bowl. He slowly began to clean Dean up starting with his sweaty and tear stained face. He rung the washcloth out and gently wiped down Dean's chest. He rung it out again and brought it down to Dean's thighs, but stopped. There was blood everywhere. It covered Dean's lower half. Sam, beyond gently, cleaned Dean up. When he was done, he looked up at Dean's face and saw that he was asleep. Sam got up quietly and brought the bowl and washcloth into the bathroom. He silently put the items in the sink and turned to the bathtub. He didn't know what else to do at the time, so he had wrapped up there little boy in one of his t-shirts and placed him in the tub. Sam bent down and picked him up. He cradled the t-shirt clad baby against his chest as he slowly and silently trudge out of their motel room.
REVIEW PLEASE! This fic is a lot darker than my other one. Tell me what you think.
On my other story, I'll have it updated in the next couple of weeks.
Chapter Two
Sam's worry became more frantic as Dean slid down in the seat and growned quietly in pain. He unconsciously rubbed his stomach trying to comfort himself.
"Dean?" Sam was desperate to know what was going on with his brother.
Dean lolled his head towards Sam and looked at him through glassy eyes. "Sammy, something's wrong." He shut his eyes and growned in pain again. He couldn't figure out why he was in so much pain.
Sam reached over to Dean and placed his hand on his stomach trying to help sooth him. He felt like he was going to puke when felt that Dean's stomach was rock hard.
"No!" he whispered as he floored the Impala trying to get to their motel that much faster. Some of Sam's panic receded as he pulled into the parking spot in front of their room.
"I'm going to help you to the room, alright Dean?" He didn't wait for an answer as he bolted out and around the car to get Dean. He helped Dean slowly get out of the car and closed the door with his foot. He would let Dean yell at him later.
Dean screamed out in pain and collapsed to his knees as he gave way to the pain. Liquid ran down his legs as Sam helped him stand back up. He and Sam stared at eachother in shocked horror. They knew what that meant. Their baby was coming a month early.
Sam gave up helping Dean and just picked him up and carried him into the room. He set Dean down gently and stripped him down. Sam placed a sheet over Dean's legs so he couldn't see what was going on.
"SAMMY! IT'S TO EARLY!" Dean cried as the urge to bear down engulfed his whole body. Sam ran his hands up and down the inside of Dean's legs trying to comfort him. He knew it was to early, but Dean's water had broke so there was nothing he could do about it. He cried silently as Dean screamed out in anguish as he bore down again.
Sam looked down at his watch, Dean had been pushing for close to 45 minutes. According to what he had researched, their baby would soon be making an appearance. His tears came harder as the top of their baby's head appeared at Dean's entrance then dissappeared again as Dean stopped pushing to take a big gulp of air into his abused lungs.
Dean screamed again as he pushed. He wanted to stop, but his body wouldn't allow him to. He had closed his eyes long ago because he didn't want to see Sam's tears. He knew what they meant. Somehow he thought if he couldn't see them then what was happening was just a bad dream.
Sam paused in his stroking of Dean's legs as the top of their baby's head stopped receding back into Dean. Blonde hair. Their baby had blonde hair. He started up again as he felt Dean's thighs tense under his hands. He didn't know what to do other then attempt to comfort Dean and himself.
'If this had happened when it was supposed to, I'd be telling Dean our baby has blonde hair,' Sam thought as the head was pushed that much further out of Dean's body. Sam finally let a sob escape his throat. He knew Dean would truly be broken after this. Nothing in his time from hell could even compare to the torture Dean was going through now.
Dean finally opened his eyes and looked at Sam. The full weight of what was happening fell upon him at that moment. Their baby was going to die and there was nothing they could do about it. He thought they were going to have a family. Sub-consciously Dean had hoped for the happily ever after.
"Sammy," Dean croaked causing his brother to look up at him. The broken look on Sam's had Dean pleading. "Make it stop Sammy. Please, make it stop."
Sam placed his right hand on the side of Dean's tear streaked face. "I'm sorry Dean. I can't," Sam whispered. He glanced back down between Dean's legs and saw the top of the head was out. "You have to keep pushing Dean. I'm so sorry." He wiped away Dean's tears with his thumb as they fell down his cheek.
Sam took his hand away from Dean's face and placed it back on his leg. He placed Dean's legs on the front of his broad shoulders and pushed forward hoping the pressure would help Dean, if only a little bit. It caused Dean to cry out in pain, but the head was forced out almost completely when combined with Dean's push. Sam added more pressure and the head was forced completely out. He mad sure Dean's feet would stay on his shoulders and guided the baby out. He manuevered the shoulders so it was easier on Dean. Sam pressed himself harder onto Dean's legs as Dean bore down. With one final effort, their baby slid form Dean's body. There was no wail or cry.
Dean collapsed back into the pillows as he waited for his body to get rid of the after birth. Sam placed his feet back on the bed, but made sure the bloody sheet kept his legs covered.
"Sammy?" Sam knew what he was asking.
He gave a barely audible answer. "A boy."
Dean stared at the ceiling then closed his eyes as he heard Sam moving around. He heard Sam go into the bathroom, but didn't hear anything for a few minutes until the faucet started running. Sam came back with a washcloth and a bowl of water. Dean was about to open his eyes when he heard Sam say,"Keep them closed Dean." Dean didn't even argue.
Sam removed the bloody sheet from Dean's lap and gingerly picked him up and placed him on the other bed. They still got a room with two beds so people didn't ask questions. Sam sat onthe edge of the bed next to Dean a brougth over the washcloth that he had dipped in the luke warm water from the bowl. He slowly began to clean Dean up starting with his sweaty and tear stained face. He rung the washcloth out and gently wiped down Dean's chest. He rung it out again and brought it down to Dean's thighs, but stopped. There was blood everywhere. It covered Dean's lower half. Sam, beyond gently, cleaned Dean up. When he was done, he looked up at Dean's face and saw that he was asleep. Sam got up quietly and brought the bowl and washcloth into the bathroom. He silently put the items in the sink and turned to the bathtub. He didn't know what else to do at the time, so he had wrapped up there little boy in one of his t-shirts and placed him in the tub. Sam bent down and picked him up. He cradled the t-shirt clad baby against his chest as he slowly and silently trudge out of their motel room.
REVIEW PLEASE! This fic is a lot darker than my other one. Tell me what you think.
On my other story, I'll have it updated in the next couple of weeks.