Title: Reasons Dean is Grateful to His Brother's Werewolf Girlfriend
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam/Madison
Word Count/Rating: 1000 words / PG-13
Warning: mpreg,
Summary: If it weren't for that one love bite that one time, Dean figures things would be pretty different.
Also available on AO3 here.
A/N: Written for a prompt for
spnkink_meme in which someone wanted werewolf!Sam and Sam/Madison and mpreg, because who am I to turn down a request like that?
~~~~~
For Sam, first of all.
Dean’s never going to forget it, that night in the middle of the street, Sam in his arms and some dude Dean’s never seen before high-tailing it in the opposite direction. Dean could swear his heart stopped when he reached around and felt the handle of that knife sticking out of Sam’s back. He pulled it out, because he was way too far gone to think straight, and he yelled Sam’s name, and he shook him more out of disbelief than hope.
Sam groaned about then.
“Sammy? Talk to me, man.”
Sam turned his face up, eyes shuttered in pain, and mumbled, “ ‘s’it silver?” While Dean was still staring at him, trying to process the words, Sam added, “The knife. Is it silver?”
Dean reached over and picked up the knife, bloodied and discarded. Not like he could tell if it was silver just by looking, but he could make a considered guess, based on the size of the wound in Sam’s back and the fact of Sam still breathing. “I don’t think so,” he said.
That was about the time Madison got there, Bobby huffing along behind. She elbowed in next to Dean and took Sam’s face in her hands and kissed him like Dean was pretty sure he’d never been kissed in his life, and Dean almost managed not to resent it.
If she and Sam hadn’t had that little accident in bed a few months back, if Sam weren’t a werewolf with the full werewolf immunities package, Dean was pretty sure he’d be dead.
--
For not leaving another dead girlfriend (or one-night stand, whatever, in Sam’s bizarre brain it’s apparently all the same) on his brother’s conscience.
There’d been a while there where Dean thought they were going to put her down – where he thought she was going to ask to be put down. Then she came up with this once-a-month solo cage match solution, and nobody had to kill her, and that light that had flickered in Sam’s eyes didn’t get snuffed out.
Not that Dean would ever go thinking in girly expressions like that.
--
For being, as it turns out, not too bad a hunter.
She learned her way around a shotgun and a revolver faster than Dean would have expected, but more to the point, she has what those corporate headhunters call people skills. Dean thought Sam was good, but put Madison on the interview and she’ll charm the truth out of any guy, will commiserate with any girl until she can’t help but confess all to sweet, sympathetic Madison.
Then she’ll follow Sam and Dean to the Roadhouse and put Sam under the table, because apparently legal secretaries drink a lot. Can’t blame ‘em, Dean supposes.
--
For making Dean an uncle-to-be.
Here’s the thing. You’ve got your brother and his werewolf girlfriend, and when they make the beast with two backs, it is apparently not a gentle beast, so to speak. Not that you ever, ever needed to know that about your brother, and not that he’d have ever told you except for this one biting incident this one time. Presto chango, now your brother’s werewolf girlfriend has a werewolf boyfriend.
Now you lock them both up when they hit their time of the month. (And don’t think Dean doesn’t say something to Sam to that effect every single time, because such opportunities are not to not be taken lightly.) Then you go hunt up some hentai to keep yourself occupied, and whatever werewolves get up to between dusk and dawn, as long as they don’t kill each other, is really spectacularly not your problem.
Which is to say that when Sam started losing that string-bean, starving college student figure, it wasn’t like there was an obvious conclusion for Dean or any of them to come to. Kid’s metabolism finally catching up to him; maybe Madison should get him to cut out the french fries. Sam bitching about outgrowing his pants was good for a laugh, after which he didn’t bitch about it anymore, at least not to Dean.
The recurring bouts of flu, it seemed safe to assume, were unrelated. Also the backaches; it’s not like Sam doesn’t get thrown around a lot by one evil critter or another.
Presumably there was some moodiness in there, too; not like Dean could tell the difference. Sam might as well be on the rag every day, as far as Dean’s ever been able to tell. The needing to piss every ten minutes was like Sam was ten all over again. Dean figures at least half the reason Dad parked them at Pastor Jim’s that summer was because of the size of Sam’s bladder.
There came a day, though, when all that extra weight Sam was carrying around started kicking. Then there was a week or so of general panic before the eventual conclusion was come to that the kid he was carrying was human or werewolf or some near-equivalent, and that it was Madison’s, and that this revealed more about werewolf reproductive habits than Dean’s pretty sure anyone wanted to know.
Now Madison babytalks to Sam’s stomach a lot, which is nauseating, and then she turns around and gives Dean a look that threatens to claw an eye out if he teases Sam about it. So Dean doesn’t, mostly. At least not in her hearing.
Picket-fence probably isn’t the word, but Sam and Madison are going to stick to the non-epic kind of evil for the sake of the kid. Bobby’s already working on playing some kind of deadbeat granddad, and Dean’s just waiting for this niece or nephew he’s going to corrupt. He has plans.
He’s trying to talk them into naming it Dean. No luck so far.
[end]
Original entry posted at Dreamwidth. Feel free to reply here or there. (
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Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam/Madison
Word Count/Rating: 1000 words / PG-13
Warning: mpreg,
Summary: If it weren't for that one love bite that one time, Dean figures things would be pretty different.
Also available on AO3 here.
A/N: Written for a prompt for
~~~~~
For Sam, first of all.
Dean’s never going to forget it, that night in the middle of the street, Sam in his arms and some dude Dean’s never seen before high-tailing it in the opposite direction. Dean could swear his heart stopped when he reached around and felt the handle of that knife sticking out of Sam’s back. He pulled it out, because he was way too far gone to think straight, and he yelled Sam’s name, and he shook him more out of disbelief than hope.
Sam groaned about then.
“Sammy? Talk to me, man.”
Sam turned his face up, eyes shuttered in pain, and mumbled, “ ‘s’it silver?” While Dean was still staring at him, trying to process the words, Sam added, “The knife. Is it silver?”
Dean reached over and picked up the knife, bloodied and discarded. Not like he could tell if it was silver just by looking, but he could make a considered guess, based on the size of the wound in Sam’s back and the fact of Sam still breathing. “I don’t think so,” he said.
That was about the time Madison got there, Bobby huffing along behind. She elbowed in next to Dean and took Sam’s face in her hands and kissed him like Dean was pretty sure he’d never been kissed in his life, and Dean almost managed not to resent it.
If she and Sam hadn’t had that little accident in bed a few months back, if Sam weren’t a werewolf with the full werewolf immunities package, Dean was pretty sure he’d be dead.
--
For not leaving another dead girlfriend (or one-night stand, whatever, in Sam’s bizarre brain it’s apparently all the same) on his brother’s conscience.
There’d been a while there where Dean thought they were going to put her down – where he thought she was going to ask to be put down. Then she came up with this once-a-month solo cage match solution, and nobody had to kill her, and that light that had flickered in Sam’s eyes didn’t get snuffed out.
Not that Dean would ever go thinking in girly expressions like that.
--
For being, as it turns out, not too bad a hunter.
She learned her way around a shotgun and a revolver faster than Dean would have expected, but more to the point, she has what those corporate headhunters call people skills. Dean thought Sam was good, but put Madison on the interview and she’ll charm the truth out of any guy, will commiserate with any girl until she can’t help but confess all to sweet, sympathetic Madison.
Then she’ll follow Sam and Dean to the Roadhouse and put Sam under the table, because apparently legal secretaries drink a lot. Can’t blame ‘em, Dean supposes.
--
For making Dean an uncle-to-be.
Here’s the thing. You’ve got your brother and his werewolf girlfriend, and when they make the beast with two backs, it is apparently not a gentle beast, so to speak. Not that you ever, ever needed to know that about your brother, and not that he’d have ever told you except for this one biting incident this one time. Presto chango, now your brother’s werewolf girlfriend has a werewolf boyfriend.
Now you lock them both up when they hit their time of the month. (And don’t think Dean doesn’t say something to Sam to that effect every single time, because such opportunities are not to not be taken lightly.) Then you go hunt up some hentai to keep yourself occupied, and whatever werewolves get up to between dusk and dawn, as long as they don’t kill each other, is really spectacularly not your problem.
Which is to say that when Sam started losing that string-bean, starving college student figure, it wasn’t like there was an obvious conclusion for Dean or any of them to come to. Kid’s metabolism finally catching up to him; maybe Madison should get him to cut out the french fries. Sam bitching about outgrowing his pants was good for a laugh, after which he didn’t bitch about it anymore, at least not to Dean.
The recurring bouts of flu, it seemed safe to assume, were unrelated. Also the backaches; it’s not like Sam doesn’t get thrown around a lot by one evil critter or another.
Presumably there was some moodiness in there, too; not like Dean could tell the difference. Sam might as well be on the rag every day, as far as Dean’s ever been able to tell. The needing to piss every ten minutes was like Sam was ten all over again. Dean figures at least half the reason Dad parked them at Pastor Jim’s that summer was because of the size of Sam’s bladder.
There came a day, though, when all that extra weight Sam was carrying around started kicking. Then there was a week or so of general panic before the eventual conclusion was come to that the kid he was carrying was human or werewolf or some near-equivalent, and that it was Madison’s, and that this revealed more about werewolf reproductive habits than Dean’s pretty sure anyone wanted to know.
Now Madison babytalks to Sam’s stomach a lot, which is nauseating, and then she turns around and gives Dean a look that threatens to claw an eye out if he teases Sam about it. So Dean doesn’t, mostly. At least not in her hearing.
Picket-fence probably isn’t the word, but Sam and Madison are going to stick to the non-epic kind of evil for the sake of the kid. Bobby’s already working on playing some kind of deadbeat granddad, and Dean’s just waiting for this niece or nephew he’s going to corrupt. He has plans.
He’s trying to talk them into naming it Dean. No luck so far.
[end]
Original entry posted at Dreamwidth. Feel free to reply here or there. (
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Date: 2013-01-27 07:39 pm (UTC)Bobby’s already working on playing some kind of deadbeat granddad, and Dean’s just waiting for this niece or nephew he’s going to corrupt. He has plans.
He’s trying to talk them into naming it Dean. No luck so far.
SO ADORABLE. ♥
I really like the format of this, how it's from Dean's POV (and it's so in-character, I lllooovvveee it, like Dean teasing Sam every month) and highlights all the positives about the relationship. You make me want more Madison! You make me want to see where Sam/Madison could have gone! The actual episode certainly didn't do that...
My other favorite lines:
kissed him like Dean was pretty sure he’d never been kissed in his life, and Dean almost managed not to resent it.
that light that had flickered in Sam’s eyes didn’t get snuffed out.
Not that Dean would ever go thinking in girly expressions like that.
whatever werewolves get up to between dusk and dawn, as long as they don’t kill each other, is really spectacularly not your problem.
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Date: 2013-01-28 12:03 am (UTC)I actually have very few Madison feelings! But then I was thinking about this prompt and the possible consequences of Sam being a werewolf, and suddenly the scene in AHBL popped into my head and this fic happened. And for some reason, it was never in any but Dean's POV.
I am so glad you enjoyed! I should have known you'd like the happily ever after aspect. :)
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Date: 2013-01-28 01:42 am (UTC)Me, too, although I certainly had a lot of angry!feelings on this episode when I watched it (it was also the first SPN episode I ever saw any part of). I actually associate the actress more with a different show, so half the time I'm thinking of her as Mia instead of Madison.
And for some reason, it was never in any but Dean's POV.
That's how I've felt about some of my D/B drafts, where there's no question that it's in Sam's POV.
I should have known you'd like the happily ever after aspect. :)
Alllwwwaaayyysss. :D I found this gif the other day and have decided that no other gif sums me up quite so well:
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Date: 2013-01-28 02:20 am (UTC)Shippy fic from the POV of a third party is so much fun!
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Date: 2013-01-27 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-28 12:04 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
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Date: 2013-01-27 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-28 01:12 am (UTC)I (still bitter) have quite a lot of Madison feelings, which sometimes take me by surprise, but it means that something like this is extra joy-inducing.
Hm, now, I'm doing het at rocksalt, and when this came up on the kinkmeme I thought about it, but wondered if the Dean POV might not make it less appropriate for that tag; would you mind if I recced the Sam/Jess one where they're getting interested in desperation kink? Because that is another in my mental list of "things I should have recced earlier in the month because oh wow, it's nearly February, where is the year going?!"
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Date: 2013-01-28 02:25 am (UTC)I am pretty predictable in my interests, honestly. If I hadn't written it, then you can bet I'd have been right in there commenting on it. And I am delighted to induce a little joy in your day!
Let's see, do I mind if you rec a fic of mine. Hmm. I'm going to have think about that... :D
Although I feel I should point out that you did already rec the Jared/Gen werewolf thing this month that I wrote, and I don't know if you want to repeat authors. But if you don't mind that, then rec away! I never got around to posting it to any of the comms because I was shy about it, seeing as it is like 5x kinkier than anything else I've ever written. But I think I'm mostly over the shyness now. :)
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Date: 2013-01-28 03:19 am (UTC)Also love for the Scandinavia And The World (ish) mpreg icon. I can't remember the actual comic artist's name right now, just that one strip they do, but I thought the series that image is from was awesome :).
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Date: 2013-01-28 04:08 am (UTC)I loved that art series! And as soon as I saw it, I knew I needed an icon. Talk about relevant to my interests! :D
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Date: 2013-01-28 12:47 pm (UTC)Loved this line - "Then she’ll follow Sam and Dean to the Roadhouse and put Sam under the table, because apparently legal secretaries drink a lot. Can’t blame ‘em, Dean supposes."
I always look forward to your het and wish there was more like this in the fandom.
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Date: 2013-01-28 05:54 pm (UTC)(Have you seen
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Date: 2013-01-29 02:28 pm (UTC)Do you mind if I friend you? I do love writing and reading slash but still need a regular dose of het.
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Date: 2013-01-29 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-01 04:15 am (UTC)And I am so glad you liked the fic! :)
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Date: 2013-01-30 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-31 09:41 pm (UTC)That was awesome!
The end of Heart always angered me SO MUCH, I refused to watch the episode again even though the love scene was so HOT, and Sam was so adorable, and there was crying! I always thought--so NO ONE ever thought to just lock them up once a month?
This is much better. This, I like.
And I also really like the style--sort of a dear-diary from Dean. And god, him as an Uncle? This is a marvelous idea. Well done!
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Date: 2013-02-01 04:18 am (UTC)Anyway, I am so glad you liked! :D