Supernatural - Ailments. Vore Fanfic Part 2.

Supernatural - Ailments. Vore Fanfic Part 2.

Can be considered a sequel to my more recent previous supernatural fanfic.

All characters and most inventions mentioned in this piece of writing belong to the studio/creators of Supernatural. Only my imagination and words belong to me.

Warning, contains soft m/m, non-fatal, non-sexual vore.

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The next two days were agony for Dean, lying around in his bed, watching bad daytime television and trying to keep as still as possible. Most of the time he was hungry, because Castiel would only permit him to eat a few bites of anything at a time, so that it did not smother Sam. But none of the physical complaints were what worried Dean… it was the dreadful feeling of waiting for news… it was like sitting in a hospital waiting room, desperate for news about someone in critical condition, but enough though there was someone who was informed there, they wouldn’t tell him a thing. Castiel was very tight lipped about Sam’s condition at all times, and got snappy with Dean when he was prodded for more information. It became clear quickly that he was growing tired from helping Sam to fight, and whilst Dean did take note of this, he also felt a deep concern for his brother’s health that pushed him to harass Castiel more than could really be considered fair. Even now, he was lying on the bed, trying desperately not to fidget as the television droned at him, some daytime family fight show, where a host tried to solve their problems whilst the guests had a punch up in front of a live audience. This was what people did with their time now? Sam had scolded him for not being privy to normal society… when this was what represented normal, he was very grateful that he had not known about much of it.
As he lay there, feeling little more than fear for his brother, the weight against his insides, which he worked so hard to phase out of his awareness, seemed to grow heavier with his concerns, and he turned slightly on the bed, so that Sam shifted a little, and Dean could go back to ignoring the weight of the only thing settled into his stomach… even for him, a difficult task.

Sam meanwhile, was suffering even more… he was burning up, overheating, and aching all over. In his addled mind, he was drowning in hot lava, clawing to stay above the surface as the heat seemed to scorch his flesh and pour down inside him, creating a heavy, uncomfortable weight in his belly, which dragged him down deeper into the thick, syrupy lava. His arms and legs ached terribly from kicking, and his lungs felt as though he were trying to inhale gravel. How long had he been doing this? Was this real? Was this hell? Had he actually died? Was this to be his punishment for the rest of eternity… it was nothing like what he had been expecting, but at the same time, that could not be considered a surprise… hell was different for everyone. Hell was special for everyone. This was just… his. Hopeless frustration and scorching flesh forever, drowning in thick, scalding magma again and again and again forever.
His eyes shot open and he let out a weak, hoarse shout, struggling against the hot, slick substance all around him, desperate to stay afloat this time, flailing his sore, exhausted feeling arms against the squishy surface.
“Sam?” the voice was loud, rumbling through the area around him, and he shook, wondering who would be speaking to him in his own personal hell. “Sammy? You awake?”
There was only one person who called him Sammy. “D-Dean? Wh… What’s… going on?” he called, his voice hoarse, but as his nightmare faded, he realised he wasn’t sinking… he was very hot, and on something slick and squashy… but it was solid. He was still incredibly sore, every joint aching and stinging as he moved, and his throat and mouth felt as though he had been drinking boiling water. Sore… hot and sore, and as he wiped his face, he realised he was salivating excessively.
“Oh thank god… you’re okay… you’ve been out for two days!”
“Where… am I?” called Sam, wincing as this made his throat burn from the effort, he gently grasped his leg, recalling a severe hurt there, and gasped in pain as his fingers brushed against an open wound. “What happened?!”
“It’s okay Sam… you’re safe, the wendigo tried to munch ya’, but Castiel barbequed it just in time.”
“So… where am I?”
“Well thing is… the wendigo… kinda had demon rabies… which it passed to you when it bit you, so Castiel wanted you somewhere you could heal, somewhere safe.”
“Uhuh…” Sam rubbed his head slowly, trying to remember anything… but his mind was so foggy… he had a terrible headache ontop of all the other hurts… and he was still salivating like a dog with a bacon sandwich.
“So… he… made me… swallow you.”
Sam froze up, assuming that his fever-addled brain had produced that statement for him. “What?”
“You heard me.” Said Dean, not wanting to repeat it.
“I know… I just… wasn’t sure that I heard right.”
“You did.”
“So… I’m…” Sam groaned as he looked around himself and realised where he indeed was… it was so dark that he could not possibly have realised before, but now it was mentioned, the slick, wet surfaces, the heat, faint smell and persistent sounds of heartbeat and breathing… all came into sharp clarity for him, and left the young man grimacing in distaste. He winced as his own stomach heaved, and he let out an awkward belch, making him blink as it brought a flavour to his mouth that he remembered very, very clearly…
He quickly felt at his belly, frowning as it felt firm, ever so slightly rounded and uncomfortable. “Castiel?” he said quietly.
“Sam… you’re awake?” the angel’s voice was soft, a little dreamy and tired.
“Apparently…”
“Then you are getting better… this is good, I was running out of energy… I can ease up a little with it now.”
“Can you… tell me why you’re… inside me?” asked the younger brother, prodding groggily at the angel, not remotely aware how stupid that question actually seemed.
“I had no choice, and Dean gave me permission to do whatever I needed to in order to save you… it was the only way.”
Sam felt his stomach heave again around the awkward lump, not enjoying this added strain… Castiel was definitely bigger than the first time he had been forced to take the angel inside to hide him. Recalling this experience in more detail now, he looked upwards, a feeling of safety coming over him as he realised that his brother’s branded ribs rested above him, though he could not see them, just knowing they were there in his weakened, unwell state made him feel better. “Dean?” he called weakly.
“Hm?”
“Can I have some water please?” despite the salivating, he felt very thirty, and if he had been asleep like this for several days, then perhaps that was why.
“Sure thing Sammy,” Dean’s voice was so soft and gentle, it made him smile a bit, the only time that his brother was nice to him like that was when he was really worried.
Everything slid as Dean moved, and Sam tried not to heave as this happened, the world was confusing and painful enough for him without all being in motion as well.
After a little movement, he heard a wet swallow from somewhere high above him, and he shouted in surprise as he was splashed with shockingly cold water, shivering from the shock of the temperature for a few minutes before the ambient temperature warmed things again and he found the water to be a relief after that, sipping at it, caring little that it was slightly slimy… he was so thirsty that he could look past those shortcomings and welcome whatever water he could get.
There was a little more movement and then Dean seemed to settle again, and Sam sighed, cuddling slightly into the soft floor. Now that his thirst was quenched he just felt very tired… and quickly closed his eyes, dropping off again.

Dean caught his breath as he felt this… for the first time, the warm, heavy weight inside moving properly off its own wishes… felt entirely different. Instead of this uncomfy, indigestible lump… this was warm, moving normally now, even showing him the affection of a light little cuddle… and it just stole Dean’s breath right out of him. He looked around the room guiltily, as though afraid of unseen, watching eyes. Then, once he was convinced there was nobody looking, one hand stole nervously up to his stomach, and settled there to rest.

The next few days were a little more tolerable for Dean, as he was able to eat and drink a bit more normally now, and whilst he wasn’t properly able to leave or travel, he could move around a little bit. To further improve his mood, there had been no more attacks in the town, and no more cases of rabies, or even super-rabies. Feeling a bit safer for this knowledge, Dean found his patience exponentially increased. Sam mostly just slept, but slowly started to eat and move around a little more.
On the evening of the third day, Castiel finally declared that Sam should come out for a little while to have a proper meal and some time to adjust to outside again, not wanting the young man to grow too comfortable in his safe surroundings, he had witnessed people become reliant on it in the past, and he had no wish for the seeds of that to be planted into poor Sam’s brain.
Sam however, embraced the idea of coming out for a bit of air, and after Dean had gone to get them some food, Castiel teleported the younger brother outside, and himself outside as well, but at the same size as Sam, in order to keep a close eye on him, just to be sure the young man was sufficiently recovered.
Sam shivered in the cool air in the motel, dry from the transportation, but shocked from the exposure to cold air all of a sudden. He felt his heart thud far more heavily in his chest as he looked upon the gargantuan form of his brother, looming over the table where Castiel had placed them. “W… Wow Dean… you look bigger from… this perspective,” he stammered.
Dean managed a weak laugh and nodded understandingly. “I do remember that aspect of being that size,” he said, “But it must be worse for you, you’re used to being bigger than me, I was always used to being the short one.”
Dean was just pleased to see Sam upright and looking normal… tiny, but normal, and though his eyes were sunken and tired looking from his immune system’s fight to bring him around, and he only moved his injured leg hesitantly, he was otherwise not in such a bad state.
Dean smiled at this conclusion, reaching out to very gently touch the small man’s back, “I’m… glad you’re alright Sammy…” he admitted quietly.
Sam, whilst he was a bit unnerved by the huge hand, understood the gesture, and managed a weak smile. “I know… thanks Dean.”
The two shared a look for a moment before Dean cleared his throat and bent down to rummage in a paper bag under the table, “Here, I thought you could do with some normal food,” he said, lifting a sandwich up onto the table and unwrapping it.
Sam stared at this daunting sandwich that was a fair bit longer than he was tall, but he DID find the smell drawing him in… a bit to eat would be a good idea. Nodding, he approached the thing and started to examine it, trying to figure out with his little hands just how he was going to go about eating this. After struggling to try and separate an entire chunk, he changed his mind, and ripped off a piece of bread instead, before tearing out some of the meat, adding it to the bread, and then claiming a second bit of bread to put on the top. Satisfied with this, he sat down and started to eat this mega wide tidbit of sandwich. Then he noticed Dean looking down at him with an expression of amusement. “What?” he asked, blushing.
“Nothing, nothing,” replied Dean with a chuckle. “Just entertained by the problem solving involved there… I remember the giant burger.” One of the few things he had enjoyed during his own imprisonment in a tiny form was Sam treating him to giant burgers. Those had been highlights of that time.
“Well, I am glad to see you eating confidently now Sam,” said Castiel. “This means that I can leave you for short periods of time now, I will check back of course, but I do not need to remain here all the time, and there are things elsewhere to which I should attend.”
Dean went very still, frowning. “Wait…” he said, “You can’t leave Sam yet… he needs the help to recover… look at him! He looks awful.” He shot Sam a look, “No offence.”
Sam shrugged, pretty much ignoring the statement.  But Castiel frowned at Dean, “I don’t need to babysit him Dean, his system is recovering well!”
“What if he has a relapse. He needs your help! Please, don’t leave him yet.” Dean didn’t like the idea of begging Castiel to stay… but he wasn’t willing to let go of Sammy’s primary lifeline.
“Look, Dean, I know you’re worried about your brother, I understand… but there’s things I need to…” He shouted in surprise as Dean suddenly gripped him, the hands gentle, but very strong.
“What on earth could be more important than this?!” said Dean, holding him firmly, “You can’t leave yet, stay with him a few more days, please.”
“Dean he’s not in any real danger any more!” argued Castiel, squirming. Given he could have just teleported himself away, but he preferred not to expend the energy for no reason.
“Castiel, a few more days. Until he is stronger.” Dean’s tone was very firm, and Castiel softened slightly, feeling an underlying wave of concern for Sam.
“Look... I should really…” he did not get to finish the sentence, too shocked as Dean suddenly interrupted with a quiet statement.
“No, you can’t leave yet.” Insisted Dean yet, and acting on an instinct, he stuffed Castiel into his mouth.
The angel struggled in shock, astounded that Dean would be desperate enough to keep him that he would do this! Clearly he did not enjoy having passengers, so the fact he was willing to try and force Castiel to stay using this really hit home for the angel just how desperate Dean was to save his brother.
A thunderous swallow squeezed the place around him and he was squashed backwards with force, Dean’s fingers pushing at his legs, trying to stuff him inside with urgency. He could have stopped this immediately, by teleporting away… but he realised just how much the older brother wanted his protection for Sam, and he relented. He couldn’t leave when Dean was demonstrating such sincere concern for his sibling. He closed his eyes and went limp. He could do with a few days recovery under the symbols of protection anyway. He was barely having to give any energy to Sam any more, so it would just be a period of time where he could recover for himself… he could think of worse things. The flesh before him gave way and he felt himself shoved and stuffed downwards roughly, the muscles straining and struggling around him to a point where he could almost hear it… Dean was really that desperate.
He held still for the older brother, understanding now, and not wanting to make this hard for him. He was surprised Dean had managed to come up with such a… predatory solution to the problem, but it had worked. Not because of the force demonstrated, but because of the concern and desperacy involved in taking such a route.
The walls were slick and tight around him as he was forced downwards, around the curve of the throat and into the throat properly, restricting the windpipe with his sheer size, but Dean clearly did not care, as there was another hard swallow, and he was squashed downwards so firmly. Sighing, he gathered his powers a little, and spoke directly to Dean’s mind. “Fine, if you are insistent enough to do this… I will stay for Sam… but only for a couple of days.” He felt the flesh go tense around him as Dean received this message, and then there was another awkward swallow, as Dean realised that there was no going back from this point.

Dean, very red in the face, as much from embarrassment at his actions as from the lack of oxygen, felt a moment of deep relief as Castiel’s voice confirmed that he was to be staying. However, the relief was short lived as he realised he still had a huge, dry, uncomfortable lump wedged halfway under his collarbone, and followed up with another swallow, trying hard to force Castiel deeper. He beat his fist lightly on the table as he worked hard to get the angel deeper, exhaling in a loud exclamation of relief as the bulge slipped away into his chest, allowing him to breathe again, though awkwardly. Then he realised Sam was staring at him, slack-jawed at what he had just seen.

Sam was astounded… he had watched the little argument, feeling warm and flattered at Dean’s concern, but his good feelings had turned to astonishment as Dean had gone ahead and stuffed the tiny angel into his mouth and started to force him down. He watched his brother strain and struggle to swallow Castiel, wincing slightly as he saw the bulge travelling down Dean’s neck, painfully large and slow… it was frightening to watch, but he was fixated, unable to look away.
He almost felt the relief as Dean managed to get Castiel deep enough, and felt a moment of fear trill through him as Dean looked at him, and he blushed bright red. “Uh… I… Um…” he stammered.
“You… got a problem with that?” Dean asked, his voice thick and awkward.
“Will you eat me if I say yes?” asked Sam quietly.
“Yeah,” replied Dean.
“Then no, nope, no problem here,” confirmed the younger brother, going back to munching on his sandwich innocently.

Dean gave a nod at this, and leaned back in his chair as he felt a deep strain just above his belly, and winced as he was forced to swallow to alleviate it, causing Castiel to spill down inside heavily. He gasped softly and pressed a hand to his stomach, surprised at how this felt, he had thought that he was adjusted to the feeling of having someone inside, but apparently not… his stomach pinched and squeezed around the heavy lump, shocking him. Perhaps the initial shock was just because the first time he had felt it, he had been distracted fleeing for their lives… this was the first time he had had a chance to really feel it.

Castiel sighed, straightening his tie and wiping a strand of saliva away from his face, “Humans, have terrible manners.” He moved, shifting himself to go and sit further from the entrance, fairly sure that Dean would be polishing off the sandwich when Sam was done. At least he had more space to stretch out in here than he had had in Sam… he had chosen to remain quite a heavy meal for Sam so that he could spare the energy from any extra shrinking to help save the man… but now he was free to be whatever size he wished inside Dean. This gave him an idea, and he got a slight smile on his face, “I agree to say an extra couple of days Dean, but there are consequences for consuming an angel. Allow me to show you.” He folded his arms around himself and closed his eyes, giving off a burst of intense cold into Dean’s stomach.
Dean, who had been starting to feel pretty satisfied with himself for getting Castiel to stay, found his eyes shooting wide at the angel’s statement. Then he shouted in surprise as he suddenly felt as though he had swallowed a crisp winter morning. Wrapping his arms around himself, he winced, the air in his stomach had expanded in the cold, and he let out a belch, the cold air also chilling his gullet on the way up, and making a puff of steam from his mouth. “Ohhh… oh now you’re not playing nice Castiel…” he said, shivering and starting to massage his belly  to reintroduce warmth to it. The process had not actually hurt at all, just felt cold and uncomfortable.
“You’re the one who thought it to be a good idea to eat an angel.”
“I just wanted you to stay for Sam,” muttered Dean, sulkily rubbing his belly.
“I know, I know, but still, enjoy the consequences.”
Looking sour, Dean belched again, but knew there was no point in arguing, it would only further reward Castiel’s petulance.

Sam meanwhile, buried his sniggering in the sandwich.

To Be Continued...