Mpreg!Monday! What about a fic were everybody are like fairies or something, but their society runs like a beehive and Dean is the queen-fairy/whatever who relies on all his workers to take care of the colony while he gets pregnant and has babies? Any pairing/threesome/foursome/moresome you want, I just wanna see Dean pregnant, pampered and protected?
((I must have been on crack when I wrote this but voila enjoy your fairy!Dean I hope you like it.))
There was a low murmur spreading throughout the workforce - The Queen, the Queen is here - and it spread fast, silencing the rhythmic sounds of pitchforks and shovels mining into the vast mountain of the ore than the colony had claimed for themselves in the hopes to find some of the rich rock on which their young ones thrived.
The scent of their Queen pervaded everything first, slowing down the mining because all of the workers were too distracted, almost drunk on the scent of their fertile and pregnant Queen. The sound of his wing beats followed after - he was the largest of them aside from the greater warriors, his build and power obviously great for him to be able to lead and rule such a large colony.
The Queen had six wings, one shaped like a dragonfly’s that had, reportedly, never been seen in use, and four more set at the base of his shoulders and then about an inch lower, the lower pair sticking straight out and fluttering quickly like a bee’s, the second arching up and with the shape of a bird’s although instead of feathers he had thin, beautiful webbing that was always shifting colors. Most of the workers had never seen the Queen up close, but it appeared that that was about to change.
Two names floated out among the many tunnels and caves in the mines, the Queen calling for his next consorts; Castiel, came the first, echoing the Queen’s beautiful song. Ezekiel. Come to me.
The two workers froze, hearing their names. They were in the same cave - one of the deepest in the mountains, in charge of leading the mining efforts and driving out the native termites and ants that they found there, almost the size of themselves. Ezekiel was the first to drop his pick-axe, ebony wings flaring out as he pushed himself up and began to fly towards the source of the song, Castiel in hot pursuit behind.
They followed the sound of their Queen’s song to almost the surface, where the Queen resided with his personal guard and his brother. They were allowed in almost immediately, each fairy knowing one another on sight, so the guards knew that they had been the ones the Queen had called for.
For all the stories and the glimpses of their Queen, he was more beautiful in person. His smile was radiant, and the small shafts of sunlight peaking in from above made his green eyes glow and the purple and blue in his wings stand out even more.
He stood up, dragonfly-buzz of his wings spurring him forward, and cupped their faces, one in each hand. “There you are,” he said, in a voice that was rougher than his song but still magnetic, and when he let them go and turned away both Castiel and Ezekiel were at a loss but to follow. “You spend so much time in the bowels of the Earth - do you even know what time of year it is?”
Ezekiel paused, shaking his head. “The Equinox,” Castiel supplied. Now that he was close to the surface, he could feel the buzz of preternatural power in his bones.
"Yes," the Queen sighed, tilting his head to look upwards. Then, he turned back to look at the two of them, eyes slitted and bright. "And time for me to take a new consort. Or, rather, two new consorts."
Castiel blushed at the idea, dipping his head in reverence, but Ezekiel frowned. “Both of us?” he hazarded, looking with concern to Castiel and back to his Queen.
The Queen laughed. “Of course! There are simply too many eggs to be fertilized by one father, and the strain of it will be very great for me, so I’ll need all the help I can get.” He paused, then, watching them thoughtfully. “You are allowed to say ‘No’, you know. This isn’t an order, but an invitation.”
Castiel was already nodding, pleased and eager to share the honor of fathering the next generation of the hive. “I accept,” he said, placing his hand to his heart and stepping over to his Queen’s side. The Queen smiled, glad and joyful, and pulled him into a kiss.
"And you, Ezekiel?" he asked, turning away to look at the black-winged fairy. Ezekiel chewed on his bottom lip, wings fluttering uneasily, before he rolled his shoulders and lifted his chin, his decision made.
"I accept," he said formally, stepping close for his own kiss which the Queen eagerly granted. Ezekiel smiled, putting a hand on the Queen’s now-flat stomach. "What strength I have, I offer to you, my Queen."
His laugh was like the warmth of sunlight on their faces. “Excellent,” he said, pleased, his eyes glowing with warmth and joy. “We should get started right away, then - the Equinox is almost upon us.”
He pulled Castiel in for another kiss, the spice and sweetness of his scent wrapping around the three of them. It was like his song, coating the back of Ezekiel’s throat and making Castiel’s wings shiver as the two fairies pressed close to their Queen, mouths and hands wandering, and the Queen shivered, letting out a rough breath against Castiel’s neck.
Yes. He’d chosen quite well. They would sire strong children for him - good workers made the best fathers, he’d found, and no one had dug so deep into the mountain as Ezekiel and Castiel.