Till Death Do Us Part or Creepy Encounters

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The last time they saw Cas, he had bailed on them, leaving them in this cold, damp, light- depraved cave, to give birth to chupacabra babies for the second time. Dean wanted to kick his dad's ass for not including it in his journal that the chupacabra have the ability to shoot a disabling white light or energy from their hands.

Each time Sam or Dean try to get the jump on the little creatures, they wake up a day or two, three sometimes four days later. The last time had been over Dean refusing to let their children suck on his cock for nourishment. A point Sam had once again pointed out to Dean that it wouldn't help and he should put his efforts to better use; namely finding a way out while their providers, as Sam called them, were away getting food.

Since they'd given birth the chupacabra had left their children with Sam and Dean to protect, while they left to hunt for food. When they returned, the first time, in what seemed like hours of listening to the three tiny creatures, resembling Sam and Dean only by downing hair, wail in ear- piercing constant noise, the two adult males had snarled and snapped at them. Fortunately Sam had taken Spanish in school and was getting reacquainted with the language. It seemed that the chupacabra wanted Sam and Dean to let their children nurse on their dicks. Dean had stopped Sam then and there, standing to his full height, as much as was allowed in the short cave, and adamantly refusing to do their sick perversions. They could eat grubs like the rest of the animals.

They wake up days later, a foul taste in their mouths and sore dicks. Sam punches Dean 's jaw as hard as he can .

“What the fuck!” Dean shouts.

Sam sits half- way up, reaching for a warm, half- empty bottle of water and rinses his mouth out. Every time they wake from one of those light flashes, their mouths have a foul taste to it. “I'm sick of you pulling that shit! There are other ways to get your point across without feeding into their need to knock us out,” Sam says, pulling his baby close and carefully pouring a little water in it's mouth. The baby shakes its head and waves its four- fingered hands wildly, spilling the water out of it's mouth, and protesting with gurgled cries.

Dean also grabs a bottle, pushing his two children off him with the back of his hand, waking them both up. “Excuse me, Mr. Sadism. But I'm not going to accept being made into a, bitch,” Dean holds up his hands to stop Sam from interrupting. “I'm not into bestiality, Sammy. If you are that's fine,” he said, pushing his two wailing children to Sam. “Have at it!”

“That's submissive, Dean!” Sam corrects, overly annoyed. “And no thanks, just the same,” Sam says, grimacing at the two tiny Deans. Sam's child was nodding back off in his now crossed legs, letting out a loud burp. “My dick is sore enough. I think little Adam here was feeding off my dick while we were out.”

Dean moves to stand up yelping in pain and grabs his dick. “Fuck!” he shouts, moving closer to the fire and inspecting his dick. “They nearly sucked it off!” Dean barks, then turns to Sam, scratching his back leg. “You actually named that little monster? And after our brother?”

Sam tilts his head and glares at Dean. “Don't talk about him like that, they can hear you,” Sam says, his voice growing louder to make sure Dean can hear him over his two chupacabra babies now clutching at this ankles for him to pick them up. Dean carefully looks around the cave, then flicks the two babies off him with a couple of quick kicks.

“Dean!” Sam shouts. “They're just kids!” Holding his chupacabra to his chest, Sam stands up pulling his boxers back up he walks over and sits next to Dean's children.

“They. Are. Monsters! Sammy. We. Hunt. Them,” Dean says slowly, emphasizing each word.

“They are still a part of us either way you look at it. So stop bulling them,” Sam warns, as their two chupacabra providers re - enter their cave, dragging a dead pig.

Dean glares down at it. “Don't even think about shooting us with that hand of yours, you half pint Frankenstein!” Dean's male, glares back at him, and Sam is sure the thing grimaces and rolls its eyes. Yeah, it's a chupacabra double for Dean. “What say you zap that pig and fix me up some bacon,” Dean says, pointing to the pig and lifting his shredded underwear. “And stop fucking shredding my shorts!” he bellows, scratching his back leg again. All three babies start shrieking louder, and the two males move over to comfort them, Sam's male sitting next to him patting his leg.

“Oh, that's just lovely, Sammy. Got yourself a nice little family there,” Dean says sarcastically.

“Fuck off, Dean,” Sam groans. “I'm just making the best out of a bad situation.”

“I'd love to,” Dean says, hands outstretched. “But my dick is so raw, I can't even touch it.”

“You ' r e just mad because you got two.”

“Yeah, I am!” Dean yells. The two male chupacabra start growling at him. “Let's trade,” Dean says sincerely.

“I'm not trading my kid for yours. Perhaps if you were a little nicer to them they wouldn't be such brats.”

“Will you fucking listen to yourself? You're all okay with setting up house. In a fucking cave,” Dean says, scratching his leg again. “What the...” he says, inspecting his fingers as they're covered in white cakey flacks. “You fucking sick mother fuckers!” Dean shouts at the top of his lungs and starts for the chupacabra, who immediately hold up their hands threateningly.

“Dean, what?” Sam asks, looking nervously at the chupacabra who moved out of Sam's reach.

“They. They,” he stammered. “They fucking had their sick little way with us again last night. I've got dried come all over my ass and legs!”

Sam moved from cheek to cheek, confirming that he too had been used by the chupacabra again too. “Just don't spaz out, Dean. I'd like to be awake for a little longer. Besides, I think we're going to be giving birth in a few more days,” Sam says, rubbing his protruding belly.

“Great, just peachy. It's not bad enough we have to go through all this pain again, but they knock us out to fuck us without our permission. Tell me, Sammy, are we living the American dream yet?”

Dean paces the room, apparently deciding not to attempt to throttle their mates. I wonder if Cas is coming back this time,” Sam wonders aloud.

Dean glares at him. “I don't fucking care if he does. I'd just assume he didn't and let the birth put us out of our misery.”

“You don't really mean that do you, Dean,” Cas says, making Dean jump nearly out of his skin and squealing like a little girl. Sam starts laughing and the chupacabras start snapping and growling. Cas has once again brought a few pairs of underwear, blankets and couple of pillows.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you to not do that?” Dean shouts, snatching a black pair of boxer briefs from Cas' hands.

Snickering, Sam moves to stand. “Hey, Cas. Don't mind him, he has the pre-labor blues.”

“Fuck the fuck off, Sammy!” Dean snarls.

The chupacabra and Cas' staring match lasts only a few minutes this time, they probably believe Cas isn't going to take Sam and Dean away this time. He moves over to Sam and helps him up.

“Thanks. It gets hard to stand with this belly. How are things topside?” Sam asks.

Dean has wrapped himself in a dark blue wool blanket and pushes a pole through the pig ' s mouth, straight through it's ass and drops it on the fire spit. “Lucifer still reeking havoc?”

“Actually Dean,” Cas says, looking Dean up and down. “You might want to lay down.”

Dean was softly rubbing his belly, the exertion from lifting the heavy pig must have jarred the baby in his womb awake. “I'm fine, been on my stomach for a while, apparently. That one keeps raping me when they knock us out.” Dean is glaring at the one closest him, and then his eyes grow large. A small amount of green liquid rushes down his legs. “Oh, fuck no!” he says nervously.

“Dean! Quick! Lay down,” Sam says, as Dean starts screaming in pain. Cas helps him to lie down, propping his head up with a couple of pillows. Sam corrals their first three kids to the corner out of Cas' and Dean ' s way. Sam's chupacabra, is by his side helping, while Dean's is by him holding his shoulders down.

“Oww! Fucking hurts!” Dean bellows, and blood starts spilling out of him. Cas throws the wool blanket clear of Dean and rips his new underwear off.

Sam turns away when he sees Dean's ass tear wider to let this newest child out. He cringes as Dean's screams rack his nerves, knowing only full well he will again be feeling the same in a matter of hours. As Dean's screams grow, Sam looks back to Dean.

Dean's ass is ripped down his crack, blood spills out of him like a faucet just turned on. Cas is holding his hands at the base of Dean's ass as the small spikes of the baby's head emerges from Dean's ass. Dean's fingers are gripping two stones, and even in the diminishing light of the fire, Sam can see his white knuckles.

“Relax, Dean. You have to focus,” Cas instructs. “Dean, focus. I need you to push, as hard as you can.”

Sam can hear Dean's gurgling cries, but Dean manages to push, because the baby quickly slides out, crying it's first screechy cries of life. Blood and green ooz is still flowing out of the large hole that is now Dean's ass. Dean's breathing comes in gasps, as Cas cleans up the newest Winchester addition before handing it to the eagerly awaiting father. Dean tries to sit up and watch, but moments later his head is wobbling before he passes out completely. Sam muses that the sight and smell of all the blood and amniotic fluid is enough to make him queasy .

“Cas! Is he alright?” Sam asks, worriedly.

“Of course. The baby's fine. And I think it has Dean's eyes.”

“Cas? Dean!”

“Definitely has human eyes. This is fascinating,” Cas says quietly, now holding the child. He examines the baby, intently staring at its eyes. “My father works in mysterious ways. Further proof that he's not abandoned us.”

“Cas!” Sam shouts. “How's Dean!”

“Dean, yes of course,” Cas says, placing his hand on Dean's dick. His hand glows bright white for a few minutes and then it stops. Dean is still passed out, but Sam can see the tears are now healed and the bleeding has stopped. Cas stands and moves over to sit next to Sam.

“That looked bad,” Sam says, softly. His breathing starts to quicken, and he's afraid Cas is going to tell him it's his turn.

“Don't worry, Sam. You're not giving birth today.”

Sam lets out a heavy sigh he hadn't known he was holding. “Good. I... I think I'd like to sit with Dean for a while. Can you keep me company for a while?”

“Of course,” Cas says, looking at Sam. “Day after tomorrow.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “What's the day after tomorrow?”

“That's when you'll give birth,” he says in his monotone, staring pensively at the fire.

They watch as Dean's chupacabra brings their newest child over to Sam. Sam hands his baby chupacabra to Cas, and takes the newest family member in his hands. The thing is shrieking like mad, and Sam rocks it gently in his hands as the father walks over to Dean and covers him with the blue blanket. Sitting down next to his head, it's head resting in it's hand and a looking sullenly. Sam almost bursts out laughing, his snickering only awards him an angry glare from the father.

“Anyway,” Sam says, breaking the nervous silence. “What's happening topside?”

“Lucifer has burned out his host body, and has since taken three bodies all of which weren't strong enough for him. He's burning through people trying to find you, but the longer it takes him the harder it is on him. He's getting weaker by the moment.”

“What happens if he can't find me?” Sam asks, a sense of hope outlining his words.

“I'm not sure. He's causing all kinds of pain and suffering, but I think ultimately he'll have to return to hell to regain his strength. He never counted on it taking so long.”

“And what about Michael?”

“He's still safely in heaven waiting for Lucifer to take your body,” Cas says, giving Sam a small smile. “I'm sorry you both have to go through this again.”

“Ah, say, Cas,” Sam starts, a sudden thought coming to him. “Are you leaving us down here, so Lucifer can't get to me?” Cas' expression weakens slightly, Sam notices. Dean starts to snore, wonderful .

“I suppose it could be a part of it...only, a small part Sam. It would be far to cruel to take his,” Cas says, pointing to Dean's chupacabra who was now tearing a chunk out of the pig over the fire. He puts it in his mouth and starts chewing while moving back to sit next to Dean's head. “...children from him. I know it's not the life you had before, but you don't have to stay underground. I'm sure they will compromise on a more suitable location. Although, for the time being, and while you're pregnant, it would be wiser to stay where you are.”

Sam felt anger rising up inside him. Cas could have ended this at any time, made Sam feel bad for their chupacabra mates. And for nothing... but Sam momentarily forgets his angry musing and watches as Dean's chupacabra crawls up Dean's chest and opens Dean's mouth. Sam watches in pure disgust as the chupacabra chews a few more times and opens its mouth over Dean's. The now liquified raw pork oozes from its mouth and into Dean's. The chupacabra gently tilts Dean's head up to, apparently allow the liquid to moved down into Dean's stomach.

“Ugh!” Sam groans. “What the fuck is it doing?” Sam makes to stand, but Cas holds him down easily with his right hand.

“He is feeding Dean while he's out. Dean has used up a lot of nutrients in his pregnancy that need replenishing .”

“Cas,” Sam says incredulously, his voice rising. “It's puking in Dean's mouth!”

“No it's not,” Cas says calmly. “They are mammalian, not aviary. To feed their young they chew the food until it's rather viscous and then let it ooze into their child's or in this case, Dean's mouth. The babies can't eat solid food until they're about two or three months old, so they have to be fed in this way.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kotter,” Sam says, holding his hand to his mouth, trying to keep the bile from erupting from it. “But they've been feeding them our sperm, while we were out. And Dean is right, that if fucking sick.”

“Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. It would be nutritionally viable, although I'd caution against their sharp teeth.”

“Cas! We don't allow it, they hit us with that knock out light and let the kids feed on our dicks,” Sam nearly shouts.

“They might try having sex with you while the babies are feeding, it should produce more semen for the babies,” Cas says thoughtfully, rubbing his stubbly chin.

“You are one sick fuck, you know that?” Sam says, swatting at Adam who had woken up and was now nuzzling Sam's boxer covered dick, his spaghetti like tongue snaks through the opened fly and laps at the head of Sam's dick. “Stop that!” Sam demands loudly. Adam immediately starts crying and Sam hands him off to its father. His eyes narrow, Sam points to the pig roasting over the fire, swatting Dean's two chupacabra as they start nuzzling his dick too. “They are old enough. They can have that if they're hungry!”

Sam's mate, looks at him with its head tilted to its left side.

Sam sighs heavily. “Ya estan grandes!” he snaps, and his mate stands and takes Adam and Dean's two children over to the pig roasting over the fire. Sam isn't sure but he would swear his mate was grumbling about it. “Yeah? Deal with it. It's about time you do some of the feeding,” he snaps angrily.

“For you it wouldn't be much of a problem,” Cas says, still on the subject of nursing. “... being you only have the one child at present. Dean however, he will need to produce and ejaculate at least double the amount of semen to sustain both of his.”

“Cas?” Sam says.

Cas looks at Sam, eyes open giving Sam his full attention now. “Yeah, Sam?”

”Shut the fuck up!” Sam yells.

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