If you're still taking prompts, could you maybe do Sam-centric Wincestiel with "I'm pregnant" please? :) (No worries if this doesn't appeal, though! I hope you're having a good day.)
Finally, a reason to make myself write more in this verse! Wincestiel with abo dynamics and smut.
“Sam, I think the condom ripped,” Castiel paused in hismovements above Sam.
“What?” Sam snapped, “Why did you stop?”
“The condom,” the angel moaned when Sam clenched around him.
“Why’d you guys stop? It was just getting good,” Dean walkedback into their bedroom, munching loudly on chips. He settled into the chairnext to the bed.
“Keep going, damn it. Or I’ll flip us over and do it myself!”Sam growled, “And you! Quit eating chips like you’re watching football and comekiss me!”
Cas didn’t want to argue with an omega in heat. Dean droppedhis chip bag.
Weeks later, Sam missed his next heat despite the odds beingstacked against him (over 30, questionable health, and a male omega, the leastfertile). He was regularly being bred by a beta and an alpha (after much angstand longing, Dean finally joined them in more than being a spectator) but Samwas pretty sure it was his last heat that got him knocked up since they alwaysused condoms and that time was the only mishap.
Dean. Oh god. How was he going to tell Dean when the thing betweenthe three of them was brand new?
That night in bed, when things were getting hot and heavyagain, Dean was keeping up a steady stream of ridiculous dirty talk whilefingering both Sam and Castiel at the same time.
“Gonna fuck you, Cas. Gonna breed you and pull out andfinish in Sammy so you’re both full of my come like good little bitches.”
Sam rolled his eyes but Cas groaned and clutched at Sam,pressing kisses to Sam’s throat.
“You like that? You want my knot, you little comesluts?” Samdidn’t know how Dean ever got laid if he talked like that to anyone he hookedup with.
“Yeah, I guess we don’t need condoms,” Sam saidconversationally. “I’m pregnant.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Sam. I am beyond thrilled and honored to have fathered a child with you. But I don’t thinkyou should’ve told Dean like that,” Cas said, petting Sam’s hair as the youngerWinchester went down on him. Dean was holed up in his room, freaking out oreating chips again. Stress eating was one of his many coping mechanisms.
Sam pulled off of Cas’s cock with a pop. “He’ll get over it when I let him breed me. As long as hedoesn’t start with the stupid Casa Erotica porno speech again.”
“I liked it.” Cas blushed.
“I know you did. Congrats, papa. You want a little reward?For being such a good little beta and knocking your mate up?”
Cas bit his lip and nodded. Sam gave him a wicked grin andresumed sucking his mate’s cock.