Oh, Sh*t by mandylynn4 for sammysmitten

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Title: Oh, Sh*t
Pairing: Sam/Cas/Jimmy
Rating: R for language
Any warnings: Canon-compliant violence, magical dub-con of sorts, mpreg

~*~

“Oh, shit.”

Generally speaking, when Dean said, “oh, shit,” there wasn’t a pleasant outcome. Sometimes, they’d be on the verge of running out of gas or he’d said something completely out of line to a group of folks who could probably bench press both of the Winchester boys at the same time. Most of the time they came out unscathed. Nevertheless, that particular phrase always meant trouble.

“Oh, shit,” he repeated, but this time, he was turning to run.

Sam felt a shudder go through his body and then his feet were moving. He back-pedaled and spun around, starting a sort of shuffle run towards the door to the house they’d broken into. He could see that it was still open and moonlight was spilling across the worn beige carpet of the entryway. Behind him, Dean and Cas’s footsteps sounded distant, but rapid.

Sam glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still following and screamed as a bolt of energy pierced his spine. Instantly, he dropped to the ground. Pain shot through every crevice of his being and sparks of color obscured his vision. He could hear the muffled shouts of his brother, but couldn’t see him. He panted and gasped for air. His hands clawed at his belt, trying to find a weapon to no avail.

Before his vision became dark, he finally caught sight of Dean and Cas. He felt his forehead crinkle in confusion, though, when he realized that they weren’t alone. A dark figure stood beside Castiel, hovering over the three of them. As the figure’s face became visible into the moonlight, Sam finally lost consciousness.

The other man was also Castiel.

~*~

“Dude, come on. Wake up. It’s been six hours now.”

Sam groaned and tried to sit up, but strong hands held him still. His head pounded and his limbs felt like jello. His rib cage ached, as did his stomach. He repeated his groan, but didn’t try to move again. He blinked up at his brother, wincing at the bunker’s lights above. “Why am I in the library?” he asked, confused. “What happened to my bed?”

“Stay still, Sam.” Cas came into view, concerned. He held out two fingers. “I’ll try to fix this. Again. Maybe now that you’re conscious…?” He pressed the pads of his fingers to Sam’s forehead and clenched his eyes shut in concentration. Sam closed his own in response. A sharp scent like ozone filled the air, but Sam didn’t feel any differently. After a few moments, the angel made a calculating noise. “Dean….”

Dean huffed in exasperation, expression hard for Sam to read. “Yeah, I figured.” He turned and looked around, searching. “Have you found anything?”

Cas’s voice came from across the bunker, off to one side. “Not yet. But I’m not sure what it is that I’m looking for exactly, either. This whole thing is just-”

“I know. Just….keep looking.” Dean slid a hand down his face. “Just stay still, Sammy. We’ll get this whole thing figured out. Your bed’s just gonna have to wait. Cas rigged up a real nice comfy spot on the table here and you’re gonna stay put, you hear me?” Without waiting for Sam’s response he looked at Cas, who was studying Sam’s left arm intently. “You keep trying to heal him. I’m going out. We need more supplies. Call me if anything happens.” He chewed his full bottom lip, brows furrowing more. “Anything else, I mean.”

Sam heard his brother climb the metal stairs and exit the bunker quickly and with determination. Something serious had happened - that much was apparent. But it was stranger that Dean shared no details with him. Then, another oddity prickled at the back of Sam’s mind. Sam squinted at Cas. “Cas?”

“Yes, Sam?”

“Are you…?”

“I’m here. We’re trying to figure out what it is that happened to you. It’s strange.”

“I got that,” he said, irritated. He tried to turn his head in the direction he’d heard Cas’s voice a moment ago. He hissed as the throbbing pain intensified. “I mean, did you learn to throw your voice, or…”

Cas’s eyes widened. “Oh! That.” He gestured behind him. “It appears that your condition is not the only thing that was affected when we went into the darach’s house.” He cleared his throat and turned. “Jimmy?”

Sam gaped in fascination as another man stepped up to the table, nearly identical to the angel who’d stood in the same spot moments before. His stomach lurched as he took in the other man’s face - same shock of dark hair, same scratchy unshaven jaw, same chapped lips. It was as if Cas had placed a mirror image of himself in front of Sam, the only difference being the tattered trench coat on the angel. He swallowed thickly. Cas clapped a hand down firmly on the other man’s shoulder. “This is Jimmy. I believe you’ve met.”

Involuntarily, Sam’s throat made a squeaking sound. Bile rose into his mouth. Then, his eyes rolled back into his head. For once, the darkness was blissful.

~*~

When he awoke the next time, Jimmy was sitting beside him, head bowed as he studied a book in his lap. The hunter assumed it was Jimmy, anyway. Sam watched him read for a few minutes, between long eyelashes and steady breaths. He’d never truly looked at Cas before, but now he looked over all he could see without opening his eyes more. The way this man held himself Sam was completely convinced it wasn’t the angel at all. The curious strain of his neck as he read from the opposite page, the slow and delicate swipe of his eyes across the words, the relaxed curve of his shoulders. Sam sucked in a breath at the magnitude of what it might possibly mean that Jimmy Novak was back on Earth.

“He’s awake,” Cas’s voice came from across the room.

Jimmy’s head snapped up, eyes raking over Sam’s body perfunctorily, and he placed the book carefully down on the chair next to him. He grasped Sam’s wrist between his thumb and fingers firmly, casting his eyes down at a watch on his other arm. “How are you feeling, Sam? Your heart rate appears normal.”

“Better than earlier, I guess,” he admitted. He tried turning his head and was relieved to feel no discomfort there. His stomach still felt like lead and his back ached, but overall he was much better off. “Feels like something died in my mouth, though.”

“Oh!” Cas strode forward, offering a glass of water with a straw. “Sorry.”

Sam took several mouthfuls of the crisp liquid and sighed. “How long was I out? Where’s Dean?”

“It’s been a few hours. Dean said he’s chasing the darach. Seems like she’s headed west.” He put a hand up when he saw Sam’s distress at this. “Don’t worry, though. She’s gotten what she wanted and now she’s just returning to her nest.”

“What she wanted?”

Cas and Jimmy exchanged glances. It unsettled Sam to no end. Jimmy put a hand on his chest lightly and leaned forward. “Cas told me that he’s not the best with his people skills. So he’s asked me to help you understand what’s happening.” He took a deep breath. “I know that my very existence is pretty disconcerting. We’re fairly certain that she didn’t realize she was hitting an angel with her spell when she sent that second bolt of energy. It unravelled Cas from Jimmy. It really is me here and a duplicate of my body that’s encasing Castiel’s true form. The thought behind it was to separate you and Dean, since she knew that without each other, you’d literally fall to pieces.” He paused, looking at the angel with concern. “The first bolt of energy that struck got you, though. We think that she wanted to bind herself to one of you. One bolt binding. One bolt separating. With her bound to you and Dean being completely separated from you, she had a chance at working some pretty horrific stuff. At least that’s what Cas has determined from all these things we’ve been researching. I don’t know much about witchcraft or the supernatural, but I know that the part of the spell that separated Castiel and I? Scary stuff. And the part of the spell that hit you? Well….”

Cas moved forward abruptly. “Sam, you’re pregnant.”

Jimmy slapped his hand to his forehead. “Now I see why you told me to tell him.”

“It’s the truth,” Cas told his human counterpart matter-of-factly. “We can’t wait to tell him since he’s been growing since yesterday. A rapid growth rate that most certainly means he’ll have to deliv-”

“Castiel! Do you want him to pass out again?”

Sam blinked a few times, looking from Cas to Jimmy in confusion. “What?”

“The darach. She bound some sort of magical creature to you. It’s housed in your stomach, so it appears as if you’re pregnant. But that’s just not possible. We’re not sure yet what it is exactly….”

Sam started to sit up and found it difficult to bend. He cursed and looked down his body. His midsection bulged where toned muscles used to be. “What the-”

“I know it looks bad.”

“Bad? BAD?” Sam’s voice rose in hysteria. He groped at his belly with both hands, digging his fingers in to see if he could feel the edges of the thing inside him. “I’ve got something growing inside of me and no one knows what it is or how to get it out of me...and you’re saying it looks bad!”

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Jimmy grappled with his hands, trying his best to keep Sam from prying too deeply into his flesh. He was no match for the hunter, though, and Sam flung him aside easily. Jimmy fell to the ground with a displeased huff. “Stop, please,” he pleaded from the floor, “Castiel, help him!”

Cas moved quickly, effectively trapping Sam’s wrists between his strong hands. “Sam, stop!” he commanded.

Sam wriggled against the restraint for a few minutes before slumping against the table, defeated. “I’m cool. I’m fine. Let me up.” When Castiel released his hands, he raked them over his face. “Fuck.” He cast a glance down at his stomach once more and sighed. “Are you okay, Jimmy?”

“Fine.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s not a problem. I understand. This whole thing has been…”

“For what it’s worth, Sam,” Castiel interjected, helping Jimmy up from the floor. “At this rate, your problem will correct itself by tomorrow.” He looked sadly at Jimmy. “Still not sure what will happen to you, though.”

The three of them were quiet for a long moment. When the phone in Cas’s pocket rang, they all jumped. He fished it out of his coat pocket and pressed speaker, so they could all hear.

“Dean?”

“How’s Sammy?”

“He’s awake.”

“That’s good.”

“Hey, Dean,” Sam said. “You have a lock on this witch?”

“She’s in my sights. Cas, did you get Sam taken care of?”

“I...he’s not healed. Actually, he’s probably bigger than when you left. The growth rate is-”

“Call Crowley. Hell, skip Crowley and get Rowena in on this pronto. We can’t just let this thing try to claw it’s way out of Sam.”

“You know what it is?”

“No. But we don’t know that it doesn’t have claws, Sammy. Make the call. I’ll be back soon.”
The line went dead. Cas wasted no time in dialing Rowena’s number. Within minutes, he had her location and teleported out of the bunker. Jimmy stared at the now empty spot with exhaustion in his eyes. Sam levered himself upright and slid down off the table gently. His enormous midsection caused him to wobble slightly. Jimmy put a hand out to steady him.

“Have you eaten?”

Jimmy shook his head. “No. But I could definitely eat. It’s been awhile.”

“Great. I’m finally hungry.”

~*~

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry, dear,” Rowena said between laughs, hand clasped over her mouth to try and stifle the giggles. “But I’m afraid you’ve got quite the conundrum.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.

“Can you fix him?” Cas demanded.

“It’s not that simple. What this darach has created, we cannot vanquish. Equally, I can’t just smoosh the two of you back together and make it work. Lord only knows where you even popped out from.” The red-haired witch smiled slyly at Jimmy, who took a step closer to Sam.

“What do you mean we can’t get rid of it? Why not?”

“Easy, there, Samuel. Don’t want to set yourself into labor now. Not exactly sure how we’re getting the wee little bugger out of you.”

“Even more reason to use a spell or something to just make it vanish!”

“Yes, that would be the best thing. It’s got to be evil if it’s part of some black magic, right?”

Rowena giggled again. “She’s not using black magic. She was using a defense spell. It was just inadequately placed. Had she actually hit Sam and Dean as she was supposed to…”

Sam let out a whine of pain and held onto the edge of the kitchen counter. “Less talk, more action, Rowena. This thing’s growing.”

“I’m not about to kill-”

“Do something!” Jimmy begged, taking Sam’s hand in his. “He’s hurt and that thing is hurting him!”

“If it’s demonic, that would explain why I couldn’t heal Sam earlier. There’s not really a choice here,” Cas said, almost to himself.

“I don’t care what it is, it’s getting bigger and pretty soon it’ll have nowhere to go but out. Last I checked, I wasn’t equipped for anything this size to evacuate-”

“It’s human! It’s human and it’s technically part yours, part Castiel’s, and part this-” she gestured at Jimmy, “-whatever he is. The darach certainly got her lines crossed when she ran this one. Bloody amateur.”

The room buzzed with Rowena’s declaration. Sam stumbled back into the wall, throat closing in panic. Jimmy squeezed his hand and stared down at his stomach in awe.

“Human?”

“I’m willing to help you get her out of there, but I’m not killing an innocent babe, even if it was magically produced.”

“Her?” Sam wheezed.

Rowena rolled her eyes. “Yes. Now, if you could just-”

Sam screamed in pain once again and his stomach seized up in a visible contraction. Jimmy held tight to his hand. Cas stepped back and Rowena clapped her hands three times. Her voice rose in a chant. Bright light streamed from Sam’s belly and all three of the men had to shield their eyes. Sam felt a jolt of static electricity - then, there she was.

A miracle with dark curls, wailing from the chill in the kitchen air.

Dean wheeled around the corner, gun drawn. “Sammy!” When he saw the baby, he stopped and looked up at the group in the kitchen. “What the-?”

“Congratulations, Dean! You’re an uncle?”

“Spell?”

“Spell,” Sam confirmed. “And these two are the other dads.”

“Oh, shit.”