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Dean let out a sigh of frustration. He was hitting a brick wall in trying to figure out what type of creature was killing people in this town. So far six people had been killed by a wild animal attack, but when he reviewed the corpses in the morgue, the so called animal had only left one set of claw marks on the chest of the victims. There were no bite marks, no additional claw marks anywhere else on the body, nothing that would scream animal attack in any normal setting. And supposedly that one swipe across the chest was enough to kill them, even though the gashes weren’t deep enough for the victims to bleed out.

The deaths weren't caused by any animal Dean had ever heard of, and he wasn't getting any leads on what type of creature could have caused the deaths. Tox screens were completed by the medical examiner, and they had come back clean. The actual cause of death was unknown, so the medical examiner had written them up as animal attacks to give the families closure

Dean had been canvassing the neighbors of the victims for clues, but so far the canvass hadn’t given him any additional knowledge to help him determine the creature or perpetrator that caused the victim's deaths. He knocked on a neighbor’s door for victim #5. A very attractive woman answered the door wearing a very low cut and short dress that hugged all her voluptuous curves. Dean smiled his most charming smile and said, “I'm Dean Winchester, and I am hunting the creature that is killing people in your town. I’m trying to figure out what it is, so I can kill it.”

Dean pressed his lips together so he wouldn’t say anything else, but it was already way too late. The woman had a very evil smile on her lips as she waved her hand, and he quietly walked inside her house as if they were old friends while inside himself he was trying to fight the compulsion spell. She closed and locked the door, and then led him to the basement where she locked him up in shackles that were bolted to the cement wall.

She licked her lips as she looked him up and down. “Are you working with anyone else or are you alone?” she asked. Dean pressed his lips harder together and refused to answer her. She ran her sharp nails up and down his right arm and moved to his chest, flicking his nipples through his button down. She got tired of the shirt being in the way, so she turned her fingernails into claws and tore his shirt to shreds. She toyed with his nubs, flicking, piching, and twisting them, for a while before she stepped back and appraised him.

She must have approved of what she saw, because she made a very satisfied sound. “You are very young to be a hunter. Very young and very pretty. I think your youthful body will work nicely for my plans,” she said as she took in his physique, leering as she looked up and down his frame. “I have to review a few details, and make some modifications to my spell. I’ll be back,” she said, and she kissed his cheek as she left.

‘It had to be a witch, didn’t it,’ Dean thought to himself. He looked at the shackles. The chain that attached the shackles to the wall that held his wrist at shoulder height was only around four inches long, and it looked to be around the same length as the chain that attached the shackles around his ankles to the wall. So he wouldn’t be able to reach his lock pick set no matter how he contorted his body. He looked around the room for anything that would help him escape, and he came up with nothing.

He hit his head against the wall. ‘Think. There has to be a way out of this,’ Dean thought as his head was moving on a swivel, hoping to see something new pop up during his visual inspection that he could use to help him escape.

“There is no way out of this,” the witch said, as if answering his internal monologue as she appeared back in the room. “Those six bodies in the morgue are just the local guys that I let be found, so their disappearance could be explained. The men who were not from the immediate area have never, and will never, be found,” she said darkly. She started taking his measurements with a tape measure, humming and making pleased noises as she went along.

“Get off me! What do you think you’re doing, you bitch. No touching the merchandise,” Dean said trying to flinch away as she measured his leg, her hands moving close to his crotch as she measured his inseams.

She pursed her lips and said, “That wasn’t very nice,” as she completed getting his measurements, as if she was going to sew an outfit for him. She ran a finger along his cock as she stood up, then walked away from Dean and up the stairs.

Dean started thinking about all of men who were from outside the immediate area that she stated that she had killed, and wondered how many of them were hunters. He hadn’t heard from his dad for over two months. Shortly after his dad had left him all communication had stopped. He didn't answer Dean's calls, nor did he contact Dean. What if he got caught by the witch, too? Dean was trying to figure out a way to get more information on the missing men when she came back into the room to see Dean.

She had brought a scale a with her that she set on the floor in front of him, and she told him to step on it. Being in short shackles actually worked in his favor, as he stepped on the edge of the scale and leaned back against the wall. She had obviously never heard of leaning back off the scale to have your weight appear less than it was, as the weight that registered on the scale that she wrote down was fifty pounds lighter than his actual weight. As she went to leave Dean asked, “How many men do you think you killed?”

She smirked and said, “This year so far? Fifty give or take,” then she sailed out of the room with an evil chuckle.

Dean tried not to focus on her answer too much, but his mind didn't listen to him and obsessed over it anyway. He didn't have much else to think about besides her parting words. He couldn’t escape from his chains, and no one was coming for him since Sam ditched him for school, and his dad just flat out ditched him. Hell, no one would even look for him, and there was no one who would care if he went missing. Yep, it was definitely more productive, and a lot less depressing, to focus on the people the witch had killed.

Dean was fighting to stay awake as his head and full body would slump forwards as he nodded off, only to be jerked awake by the taughtness of the chains catching his fall. He felt like he had been chained up in this room for days, although it was probably more like hours. The witch finally showed herself, and she brought a potion with her. “Now you're going to be a dear and drink this, and then we can get to the good stuff,” she said as she came up to Dean and started pouring the potion into his mouth. He purposely dribbled some out of his mouth, and when he went to “wipe" his mouth on his shoulder, he spit a full mouthful of the potion behind him, hitting his back and the wall.

She had turned her back to implement the next step of her nefarious plan, and didn't even realize how much of the potion he managed not to drink. She finished the potion she was working on by pulling a few of his hairs off of his head, and mixing them into the new potion, and then drinking it herself. Dean started to feel woozy, but due to the weakened strength of the potion since she thought he weighed fifty pounds less than his actual weight, plus the amount of the potion he had dribbled and spit out, he was with it enough to be able to tell what the witch was doing to him.

She came up to him and rubbed his cock through his jeans, and as little dean started to lengthen as it responded to her touch, she cackled and said, “Oh, yes. He will do very nicely.” She ran her hands up and down his chest and plucked at his nipples. “So responsive,” she breathed onto the nubs, making them harden and stand at attention as if begging for more. As she started to undo the button to his jeans, Dean couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. “You are gorgeous with curves that I normally would be so down to explore, but I have a rule not to fuck freaks like you. Skanky witches just aren’t my thing. So thanks but no thanks. But really, I appreciate the offer. Now if you could unlock these shackles and let me go, that would be great. I have a lot of weapons that I would love to try out on your ass.”

The witch ignored what he was saying and fondled his cock as she undid his zipper and pulled his jeans down to his ankles, then she stepped back to look him over. Little Dean didn’t get the message that this was a bad thing, and continued to fill out as he responded to her touch. She smiled wickedly and said, “It looks like you are down to fuck this ‘skanky witch’. You can run your mouth, but your cock tells a different story,” she said as her hand started to slowly stroke his length, making his cock get to full mast as it was happily stimulated.

Dean smacked the back of his head against the cement wall, trying anything to get free of the effects of the potion. As she continued to stroke him, her other hand began peel her dress off her body, showing the curves that had been barely contained by the dress. Little Dean squirted a blob of pre-come at the sight, and even big Dean was impressed. He couldn’t help but admire those curves and want to bury his face between those lush breasts, and as the witch bent over to take off her heels, he wanted to fuck that ass until she was screaming with pleasure.

As his brain realized his reactions to her nudity were partly from the effects of the potion he drank, he tried one last ditch effort to break her control. He said, “You’re a piece of work, you know that? You have to magically roofie a guy into wanting to have sex with you. You knew that I wouldn’t, couldn't, fuck a bitch, oh sorry, I meant witch, like yourself without magical assistance, so you doped me up. You are the queen of bitches, aren’t you? That’s why you killed all those guys, isn’t it? Because they dumped your ass after your roofie wore off. The ultimate bitch move, killing an ex-lover-“ Dean couldn’t speak any more as a hand was wrapped around his throat, followed by a spell that silenced his vocal chords completely. At least the sexual assault had stopped for now.

“A bitch am I? I think you just sealed your own fate,” she said as a wicked grin crept onto her face. “It’s a very fitting end to our little rendezvous. Maybe I’m not getting any from you tonight, but you will be getting it,” she cackled as she left Dean alone and headed up the stairs. Dean tried to figure out what she was doing by listening to her movements, but she was silent. She came back to the room a few minutes later with a bronze bowl and some herbs.

She walked over to him and used one of her nails to slice his inner thigh, way too close to his boys for comfort, and gathered some of the blood in a glass jar. She mixed the herbs with his blood, chanting under her breath. Then she made Dean swallow the mixture, chanting the whole time. Dean started to feel a tingling sensation envelope his whole groin area, which quickly turned into a stabbing sensation that engulfed his groin and abdomen.

As the waves of pain encircled Dean, he watched as the witch came over and groped his abdomen while still chanting. His consciousness was blinking in and out due to the pain that was rolling through his groin area, and he was helpless against her malevolent actions. As he felt the blackness of unconsciousness taking over, he thought he heard her say, “We’ll see who the bitch is now.”

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When Dean regained consciousness, the first thing he felt before his eyes even opened was the grass tickling his bare body. As he opened his eyes, he saw he was laying in a field without a stitch of clothing on, even his shoes and socks were gone. He didn’t have any weapons, of course, and the whole lower half of his trunk was still reacting from the aftermath of the witch's spell. His ass was still tingling, and there was residual pain in his abdomen and ass.

His visual check showed nothing amiss, so he sat up then rolled to his knees, as he kneeled getting ready to stand, a large dog came up to him and began growling. Dean stayed still and didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t have any way to fight off this dog. He didn’t even have on clothes to protect his skin from those jaws full of pointy teeth. As he looked around for a weapon he could use to defend himself, he noticed there were more dogs heading towards him. All of the dogs were sniffing the air, and he saw the pink of their cocks peeking out as they started to swarm around him.

A large Rottweiler mix jumped against Dean’s back, making him fall forward so he was on all fours. He went to scramble back upright but a low growl stopped him. As he knelt on all fours, fearing for his life, he felt a tongue lick his ass, and then the tongue moved into his crack, and it seemed to target the pink furl that was tightly closed. As his brain was trying to figure out what was going on, the tongue continued to lick at his furl, as if it was the sweetest treat. As he was kneeling on the ground, being assaulted by the Rottweiler’s tongue, he heard a deep growl, way deeper than any growl he had heard before, followed by yelps. Then there was more growling, the sound of dogs fighting, broken yelps and cries of pain, then what sounded like a jaw crunching on bones.

Dean stayed perfectly still, hoping that he would be ignored or overlooked by the new growling creature. He knew his prayers weren't answered when he felt a very large tongue take over licking his furl, hitting the bull’s eye with the tip of it's tongue, seeming to attempt to open and penetrate the furl. Dean’s brain was busy trying to figure out what the hell was going on as the tongue managed to wiggle its way in and enter him, and it undulated in an opening he hadn’t ever considered using as an egress. The tongue moved inward, and it was filling his channel, licking it and getting it wet with drool as it thrust in and out of him a few times.

He felt the tongue leave the area, and then he was surrounded by fur, trapped and held in position by the creature's arms as a steel rod was slammed into the opening the tongue had been in, and it felt like he was being split in half by the rod. The pain was excruciating, and it jolted his system into a fight or flight mode as the creature's cock was painfully being thrust in and out of him, impaling deeper inside of him with each plunge it took into his channel. Dean felt the cock pistoning in and out of him, going faster, harder, tearing his narrow walls as it’s thickness continued to spread him open.

As the thrusts continued to get harder, deeper inside of him, Dean’s brain recovered from the shock of being entered and the realization that he was being raped made his spring into action. Dean began to struggle, trying to twist his body and buck the creature off of him, while yelling “No! Stop! Don't do this!” The creature didn’t react to his atempts at bucking him off, and kept drilling into him, faster, harder, and he was helpless to stop it. As he was held in position beneath the creature, getting ravaged by it, he felt his channel tear from the force of the thick cock splitting open his narrow channel.

As he was crying out in pain, screaming in agony, he felt a thicker area at the base of its cock being shoved inside of him. It was wider than the rest of the creature's cock, and it was splitting him open as the creature forced it inside of him. As he screamed and writhed from the pain of the intrusion, he felt the creature bite his shoulder, drawing blood from yet another area of his body. The pain seemed to fade as Dean slipped towards unconsciousness, and Dean finally felt nothing as his body passed out from being overwhelmed from all the pain and the blood loss caused by the tears.

When he came to, he felt fur brushing his side, but didn’t see anything there. He blinked and realized he saw a very faint outline of a beast. As he started to scramble away from where the creature was lying, he saw around fifteen mutilated dogs all around him, and remembered hearing parts of the scuffle before the creature had mounted him. As he took in the carnage, the beast stretched his arm and put his paw on Dean’s chest, pinning him to the ground. He felt the large claws lying right over his heart and gulped and laid still.

After the beast stood up and shook his body, he nosed at Dean and used his paws to make Dean move until he had rolled onto his front, and his ass was lifted into the air. The tongue was back, licking, caressing his hole, and Dean knew what was coming next. He tried pleading with the invisible creature. “Please, you don't want to do this! I'm begging you, don't-" and he was mounted and skewered by his cock before he could finish his sentence.

This time, since his channel had already been torn open by their last round, he didn't feel like he was being split in two, although the cock still filled his channel up completely. The thick, long dick of the creature was drilling into him, as if trying to find gold. His channel was still quivering in pain from the last round, and as the creature pistoned into him, the cock was irritating the internal wounds, sending spasms of pain through his body. Dean's body was twerking as it tried to nullify the pain from the previous round where he was split open with that cock.

As the larger part at the base of the creature's dick started to press inside of him again, Dean realized the creature has a knot that he was trying to force inside Dean's ass. As the knot was rammed into Dean's channel, Dean's channel didn’t tear any more this round, so he was able to stay conscious this time. Dean wasn't sure that being conscious was a good thing as he felt the creature's cum being sprayed inside of him. The creature was licking the back of his neck while he pumped his cock and sprayed his cum inside of Dean, keeping his cum locked inside of Dean. Dean tried to pull off of the creature's cock while he was still knotted, and after the pain from that move subsided, he made the executive decision to never try that again.

Once they were untied, he rolled away from the creature. As he looked around, he noticed the outline of the creature was a little clearer. It looked like a huge hound. He was taller than a Great Dane and wider than a Tibetan Mastiff. As he went to stand to attempt to get away from the creature, the hound's front paw knocked him down and trapped him, holding him still. Dean was getting fed up with the manhandling, and he said, “I'm not gonna let you rape me forever. I will find a way to kill you. It may take me a little while, but I will be free of you.” The creature answered his threat by laying down on top of Dean, effectively caging him in and holding him still. Dean tried to push him off of him and failed. He sighed and decided to sleep as movement was out of the question.

When Dean woke up this time, his head was hazy, like he had a bad head cold, and his body felt hot. The creature had moved off of him, and as soon as Dean opened his eyes, the creature had manhandled Dean into being on all fours, and started licking his ass. This time, maybe because of the fever and hazy head he was afflicted with, Dean was feeling little tingles go through his body when the creature was licking and loosening his furl. As the tongue slid into the opening, Dean felt a zing of pleasure, and he startled as if he had been shocked.

The hound noted Dean’s reaction to his tongue pressing in his channel, and he continued to thrust his tongue inside Dean, over the spot, making Dean writhe with wantonness, and a moan escaped from his lips. The hound continued thrusting his tongue, licking and putting pressure on the sweet spot, and Dean was moving his ass back onto the tongue as he breathed, “More,” and, “Oh, so good,” and, “right there.” And as the heat and the feeling of anticipation and need grew in his gut, his movements got more frantic, and he was begging, “Please! You gotta! I need more! Please, just a little more!” And the hound continued thrusting his tongue and rubbing the spot causing pleasurable pings, and as he increased the pressure he put on it, the pings began erupting, and then Dean was coming as he was swamped in pleasure.

As his upper body sunk to the ground, boneless, he felt the hound mount him, and then the hound’s cock entered him, pistoning into him as hard and deep as he could possibly go. But this time, instead of fighting Dean was moving his hips and saying, “Yes!” “Right there!” “Mmmmmhhhh, you're hitting the spot!” “A little harder…. Yes!” “Get that cock in me, make me feel like you're going to break me in half!” “BREED ME!” he cried as he came again. The hound shoved his knot into the hole, tying them together, and continued rabbit fucking him as he came inside Dean, which took Dean higher, and higher, and higher, until he came a third time and whited out.

When Dean came to, the hound was grooming him, licking his body everywhere. As he licked Dean's nipples, Dean felt a zing similar to what he felt earlier when the hound licked inside of him. The hound noticed his reaction to his nipples being licked, and started playing with the nubs, licking and nipping at them, until Dean was humping the air he was so turned on. The hound laid on top of Dean and thrust inside of him, fucking him in the missionary position as he continued licking and nipping Dean's nipples.

Dean had his head thrown back, moaning as the pleasurable sensations kept rolling over him from both the nipple play and from the cock penetrating him and then thrusting that huge dick deep in his channel. As the thrusts got stronger, faster, deeper, Dean brought his legs around the beast’s waist in an attempt to get him in deeper. As he came again he thought, ‘I really love what his dick does inside of me.’

Dean knew he was behaving way out of character for himself, but he wasn't in control. There was this drive inside of him telling him to breed, to be fucked, and he was helpless to do anything but what his body was telling him to do, telling him what he needed, which was the hound’s cock and cum inside of him. Dean was somewhat aware days had passed, and the whole time, besides the short periods he slept, he was being fucked by the hound. He could now fully see the creature/hound. He had black, patchy fur, red eyes, three rows of teeth, sharp, long claws and he was taller than Dean by quite a bit when he stood on two legs and his chest was broader than Dean's by far. He should have terrified Dean, and Dean should have been planning to kill him, but instead all he felt around the creature was a feeling of calm, safety, and being cherished. He no longer wanted to kill the creature, but wanted to be with him, fucked by him, constantly.

Dean was currently in the breeding position, and the hound quickly worked his tongue in and found that sensitive spot inside of Dean. He worked it over, putting pressure on it as Dean moaned and whined, writhing from the pleasure. It was too much and not enough at the same time. The hound removed his tongue from the opening, and Dean whined when the tongue left his passage, but then moaned in pleasure as it was quickly replaced by the hound’s cock.

Dean was speared on the hound's cock, and the hound pulsated in and out of Dean, hitting his spot again and again. Dean was moaning, writhing, whining, and then he was babbling, “Deeper!” “Ohhh, right there, so good!” and “Yeah! Just like that! Own me!” The hound was listening to Dean’s instructions, and his movements matched Dean's directions, going deeper and harder with every thrust. His motions catapulted Dean over the edge, and Dean was coming, his muscles were locking up around the hound's cock, which made him impale Dean one last time, and as his knot locked them together, he bit Dean at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Dean remained conscious as they were knotted together, not passing out from the pleasurable feelings running through his body. The knot rubbed his prostate, which kept him on an orgasm induced high. The hound surrounded him in warmth as he laid over Dean without resting his weight on him. It was like being surrounded by a blanket that was right out of the dryer. Dean could feel the cum pulsing into him, and the feel of it flooding his system gave him goosebumps every time. He craved feeling the hound's cum spraying his walls, and filling him up.

As the knot deflated, Dean went to roll over when he was stopped by a large paw in between his shoulder blades. As he stayed in the breeding position, the hound began eating him out. He wiggled his tongue into the channel, licking and undulating it as he went. Dean couldn’t help but moan as he was rubbing his prostate with the soft but firm tongue. As he slid his tongue in and out, effectively tongue fucking Dean, Dean was squirming and pushing his ass against the hound’s mouth to get that tongue in deeper. As the pressure was building, Dean’s moans got higher and higher until he sounded like a teapot boiling on the stove top as he came with a wail.

The hound removed his tongue and replaced it with his cock, impaling Dean on it, and pistoning in and out of him at an impressive pace, like he was on a mission. As he slammed inside Dean, he hit his prostate, and Dean was howling from the intensity of his orgasm as the hound did not slack off from the brutal pace. In fact, he increased it, jack rabbiting into Dean, his cock going in and out almost faster than Dean could feel it. And as the knot tied them together, Dean roared as he came a third time, and whimpers continued to fall from his lips as the hound kept thrusting in and out even as they were knotted together, as if he couldn't stop the movement of his hips, he couldn't stop breeding Dean.

When they eventually untied, Dean was so strung out from all the orgasms that he couldn't hold himself up, and just flopped over to his side. The hound was sniffing his belly and licking it, his tail was wagging like crazy. As the hound pawed at Dean, as if trying to get him back up on his knees, Dean said, “I can't. I can't move. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. You wore me out.” The hound continued to paw at Dean and he rolled onto his back and starfished, saying, “This ass is staying on the ground. My legs can't move- oooooohhhh" he finished as the hound's tongue wrapped around Dean's cock and then the hound managed to tighten and loosen his ‘grip' by tensing and relaxing his tongue.

Dean reached down and buried his hands in the hound's fur as his dick got harder as the hound’s version of a blow job blew Dean's mind. He was thrusting into the warm, wet grip, moaning, tugging the fur on the hound, tossing his head, and saying, “Just like that, babe" “tighter" “oh, God, yes!” “Fuck! I’m gonna- ahhhhhhh!” as he blew. As he was coming down, panting like he just ran two miles at top speed, he gasped out, “I am going to call you Gene after Gene Simmons because your tongue is long and awesome, and the tricks you can do with it. Mmmhmmm. It is a work of art.” Gene looked pleased at making his mate blow his load. He laid alongside Dean, and rested his head on Dean's chest as they both dozed.

When Dean woke up, Gene was gone. He felt abandoned, like another being had chosen to leave him yet again. He rolled over and was able to stagger to a standing position, feeling like an old man who'd been run over by a steamroller a few times. He had no idea where he was, as the field he had been lying on was surrounded by forest. “Just pick a direction and walk,” he grumbled at himself.

He was hungry and thirsty, and he had no idea how long he had been on that field. As he started walking, Gene came back carrying a basket with a burger, fries, and a few different liters of a sports drink, and as the piece de resistance, a cherry pie. Dean looked at Gene and said, “You're forgiven for not being here when I woke up.” Then he tore into the food and had all of it devoured in a short time, quickly followed by the sports drinks.

After eating all of the food, it hit him that he was exhausted. All of that marathon sex had worn him out. “C'me ‘ere, Gene,” he said to the hound in his sleep deprived state. “I need something soft to lay on so I can sleep.” And he cuddled into Gene and fell fast asleep.

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When he woke up, Gene was still lying under him, cradling him with his body. He smiled and said, “Good morning.” Gene’s tail thumped. “I have to find some clothes to wear, and then find my way back to civilization. Do you think you can scare up some food and maybe some clothes, too?” Gene nodded, and after Dean sat up he took off. As Dean waited for Gene to return, he moved towards the wooded area looking for a weapon of some sort. He found a thick, heavy branch and figured it was better than nothing.

Gene returned with a bag that had a take out meal of a meat lovers omelet and hash browns with a sports drink and- “Is that my duffel bag?” Dean asked, stunned. “Good boy!” he said as he pet and kissed the top of his head. He opened the bag and quickly donned a pair of spare clothes minus shoes. “Man, I miss my boots,” Dean grumbled as he sat down to eat his breakfast.

Gene had gotten him food but no silverware, so he ate with his fingers and wiped his hands on the grass when he was done. He turned to Gene and said, “Can you lead me to my car? You know, where you found my duffel?” Gene nodded then folded his legs so he was laying on his stomach, looked at Dean then looked at his back. He repeated this a few times before Dean understood. “You want me to sit on your back? I can walk,” Dean said. Gene snorted and looked pointedly at his socked feet. Dean grumbled as he conceded Gene’s point and climbed on his back, “I could’ve walked. I might have been slow, but I would’ve made it.”

As Dean settled on his back, Gene stood and started walking, which transitioned slowly into running, once Dean had gripped his fur for stability, and then Gene was going faster than a running pace, more like a gallop. Dean felt like he was riding a dirt bike Gene was running so fast. And the whole time Gene ran with Dean on his back, not a single branch touched him. As Gene wove between trees, he made sure that there was always ample room for Dean.

They made it out of the woods in fifteen minutes, and Dean was pretty sure it would’ve taken him at least two days to walk out of the woods since he didn’t have any shoes on his feet. Gene slowed down to a lope as he went to Dean’s car. Dean almost cried when he saw Baby where he had left her. He pulled the spare key from its hiding place and opened the trunk. He rummaged in the trunk and found a pair of running shoes in there that he put on.

As he stood looking at the weapons in the trunk, he asked Gene, “You don’t know what kills a witch, do you? She’s killed sixty people so far this year alone, plus she tried to rape me, and I’m pretty sure she did something to me that made you rape me, too. Don’t worry, sometime during the marathon sex we had, I had completely forgiven you. And you have more than made up for our beginning. But I have to kill the witch before she strikes again and either kills or tortures then kills another person.”

Gene looked thoughtful, then he seemed to be sniffing her out. “She lives in that yellow two story,” Dean said pointing to her house. Gene took off like a rocket, and by the time Dean caught up to him, the witch was a smear on the floor. “Awesome! Gross, but awesome,” Dean said. “I’m gonna search her house and see if I can find anything that would help me identify all of the other people she killed.” He figured he’d start at the top and work his way down like he did when he helped his dad clear a house.

He walked up the stairs opened her attic door, and saw it was filled with mummified remains. “Oh my God, I think I might get sick,” Dean said as he covered his mouth and nose with his t-shirt. He steeled himself to face the grotesque remains, and went in to see if she had killed any hunters that he knew. A few minutes into the search, towards the front of the room, he saw John's body. “Dad!” he cried out brokenly, tears running down his face. Gene ran up the stairs and was right by his side as he felt Dean’s distress. Dean grabbed at his fur and collapsed in his grief.

He gripped Gene in a bear hug, burying his face in his fur as he cried. His dad might have sucked as a father, but he was still his dad. Gene licked the back of his neck as Dean cried, trying to give his mate comfort. As Dean calmed down he said, “He was a really shitty dad, but he saved hundreds of people with all of the monsters he killed. I don’t even really think he was a good man. He was tormented, and his ghosts ruled his world. But he taught me everything I know about hunting and hustling, for better or worse.” He turned away from his dad and wiped his eyes, and quickly rummaged through his dad's pockets, taking his IDs and weapons. Then he steeled himself and looked through the rest of the bodies. He didn't recognize anyone else in the attic.

He cleared the rest of the house, making sure there were no more bodies or prisoners in any of the rooms. Then he got salt from the kitchen and salted all the remains. He went to the nearest gas station and filled a five gallon canster full of gas, returned to the house, and dumped the gas on the bodies and down the stairs from the attic. He lit a match, dropped it on the gas trail, and then calmly walked out of the house, over to his car and got in.

When he started it, he saw Gene in the passenger seat. “You know I have a rule, a no dogs allowed in the car rule,” he started, then grinned. “But you aren't really a dog, are you? You know, you saved me from all the dogs, and you fucked me very well through my time of need, but you don't have to stay with me if you don't want to.” The dog stayed sitting in the front seat, so Dean took off, heading towards Stanford and Sam.

He was in Millinocket, Maine, just about as far away as he could be from his brother and still be in the continental US. If he pushed it, it would take him four days to reach Sam. However, there was no real hurry to get to Stanford. Dad was already dead, and his body was burning up in the house he lit on fire. Getting there in a week to two weeks versus four days really wouldn't make any sort of difference. Hell, he didn’t know if Sam would even care that dad was dead.

He decided to camp in Rumford for the night. He was tired and his body was sore. He had just finished what he thought was a week long sex marathon, then he had found his dad's body, burned it and fifty plus other corpses, and then he had to make a clean get away. He looked in his wallet to pay for the campground and saw he only had $30. “Damn, I should have looked to see if they had any money on them before I burned them. Or any cash in the house for that matter,” Dean muttered, shaking his head at himself.

Gene disappeared as he set up camp, and Dean wondered if he was being abandoned again, but Gene returned twenty minutes later with a surf and turf dinner and a briefcase. Dean waxed poetic about the dinner and scarfed it down. After he had finished off every morsel, he turned to the briefcase. He fiddled with the locks, and was able to open it up. Inside the briefcase there were stacks of twenties neatly lined up, laying in orderly rows from end to end. Thousands of dollars was contained in that briefcase. “We will have to talk about your klepto ways later, but first I need to thank you for all the help you have given me today. First by feeding me, getting me clothes and carrying me out of that forest, then by killing the witch. And just now you fed me again, and cared enough about me to get funds for the trip, and then some. No one has ever helped me that much,” Dean said as he kicked off his shoes followed by his jeans and boxers.

He was able to get one arm out of his flannel before Gene pushed him down into the breeding position and had his long, thick tongue inside Dean, hitting his magical spot over and over, making Dean writhe on his tongue as the pressure from Gene’s tongue hit him in just the right spot. Dean was moaning and cursing, and his toes were already curling, and they had barely even gotten started. As Gene continued to pleasure Dean with his tongue, Dean's moans were going higher and higher until he sang soprano as he erupted.

Gene wasted no time in penetrating Dean’s opening, his cock thrusting in and out before he was even fully seated inside Dean. Dean's nerve ending were shooting off enough stimuli to keep Dean on an euphoric high as Gene’s cock was brushing and rubbing the bundle of nerves inside Dean, taking Dean higher and higher as the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed Dean and he came again, clamping down on Gene’s cock as his muscles locked and spasmed.

Gene jammed his knot inside of Dean as he came, and copious amounts of cum sprayed Dean’s walls, filling him up. Dean moaned and said, “Why do I like the feeing of you coming inside me so much? It is the best feeling besides actually coming myself.” He moaned as another spurt of come hit his walls. “So, so good,” he mumbled as he started to drift to sleep in his sex haze.

He slowly woke up to Gene stroking his walls leisurely with his cock, just gently gliding in and out. As he became cognizant, he realized he was on his back being fucked missionary style and, oh yeah, that was Gene’s tongue licking his nipples. As Dean’s fingers wove into Gene’s fur to hold his head to his nipples, Dean let out a full body moan. Gene was hitting all his spots flawlessly. Dean was stroking Gene's fur as the sexual tension in his body ratcheted up, and as Gene’s thrusts became harder and went deeper inside Dean, Dean gave a high whine and came, his walls spasming, and the vibrations made Gene’s knot inflate, and he tied Dean and came while lightly growling.

“You enjoyed that too, big boy, didn’t you?” Dean crooned at Gene as he started to come down from his high. “That was an awesome way to begin the day,” Dean said as he kissed the top of Genes head. “Now we have to pack up and get breakfast.”

They packed their campsite up and headed out on the road. Dean pulled up through a drive-thru and got three breakfast sandwiches and a large coffee. He threw one of the breakfast sandwiches to Gene and said, “Eat up.” Gene did as his mate directed even though he didn't need to eat. Dean had the windows rolled down, the music turned up, and he was feeling good. His lover was beside him, not complaining or bitching about his music choice. He couldn’t picture a better day.

They stopped in Littleton, New Hampshire for lunch at a café with outside seating. Dean picked up a paper out of habit and began looking through it as he waited for his order. He heard a small yip, and he looked down and saw a little puppy. “Awwww, look how cute he is, Gene. Should we take him with us?” Dean asked teasingly. Gene growled at the pup, and Dean laughed, saying “There is only one dog allowed in my car, and that’s you, babe.”

Gene didn’t stop growling, and Dean caught on that there was something wrong with the pup. He went through his mental rolodex. “Shapeshifter?” he asked Gene, and Gene nodded his head yes. “Shit. He’s just a little tike,” Dean said. “Let’s take him with us and question him,” Dean said decisively. He told the waitress to put his order to go as something came up, and as soon as he had his order, he picked up the pup with his flannel and carried him to an abandoned house he remembered passing.

Dean led the way with Gene following him. He sat the pup on the floor and demanded, “Change back into your human form.” The puppy changed into a four year old child who started crying.

“I was hungry, and people are nicer to a puppy than a little kid,” the little boy sobbed.

Dean pulled his food out of the take out container and asked, “Do you like cheeseburgers?” the boy nodded emphatically. Dean cut the cheeseburger in fourths and handed him a piece. “Where is your family?” he asked, gently.

“I don't know. I was asleep, and I hurted in my leg, and I cried but no one came. I looked ‘round and no one was home,” the boy said.

“When did this happen?” Dean asked.

“Last night,” the boy replied.

Dean said quietly to Gene, “Do you think you could find the boy’s family and kill the shapeshifters who turned them?”

Gene gave a toothy smile as his tail wagged, and then he was gone. Dean had fed the boy half his cheeseburger and a few of the fries when he heard Gene return. The door opened and there was a woman with another little kid who was around six entering the house. Dean turned to them and asked, “Are you related to this boy?”

“He's my son,” the woman replied.

Dean stopped her from going to him. “He has been turned-"

“I was turned, too, by what I thought was our pet dog. Our whole family was turned. My husband had already accepted being a monster and everything that entails, and began to kill humans, which is why he isn't here,” she said.

“You don't have an urge to start killing?” Dean asked.

“No. I fought with them and said killing was wrong, but they made their plans and executed them. Uh, bad choice of words. They left one of those creatures behind to watch me and my other son because we wouldn't help,” she said.

Dean looked at Gene who nodded his head. “Have you guys eaten?” Dean asked the mom.

“No, they said we wouldn't get to eat until we killed somebody,” she said. Dean handed the remainder of the take-out to the boy, and asked Gene, “Can you get us a pizza or something?” Gene nodded. “Thanks,” Dean said, and kissed him on the head before he left.

“I'm going to explain what happened to you, and what you've changed into while Gene gets the pizza,” Dean said, and proceeded to do just that. By the time Gene returned with a couple pizzas and sports drinks, the mom understood the basics of shapeshifter lore and what had happened to them.

She was thinking as she ate. She finally said, “We are just going to go home and live in society like normal, the way we were before all of this happened. I will raise the boys not to bite or kill. No hunters will come after us, because we will just be a normal family. Can the boys have kids?” she asked.

“If they want shifters for kids, otherwise they need to adopt.” Dean said. She nodded, drew in a deep breath and said, “C'mon boys. We're going home.”

As they left, Dean smiled. “You know, it felt good not killing everybody for once. I was able to save a few ‘monsters’. I guess it's not all black and white. I mean, look at us. I should have tried to kill you after our sex-a-thon, but instead you’re my co-pilot and partner. It’s time I admitted not all monsters are bad and need to be killed.”

It was early evening, and Dean decided to find a motel to stay in for the night. As they entered the motel room, Dean said, “We finally get to do it in a bed. No more hard ground.” Dean looked at Gene’s claws and said, “I will need to ride you ‘cause those claws will rip the shit out of a mattress.”

Dean started stripping as he headed to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, and then I will be out,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He took a quick five minute shower and was back in the room, climbing onto the bed. Gene was already in position with his dick out, raring to go. Dean straddled him, and ran his hands up and down his fur. “What kind of creature are you, I wonder,” he whispered as Gene's tongue was licking his neck, trying to reach lower, down to his nipples.

Dean lifted himself and slowly seated himself down on Gene’s huge cock. He slowly ground down and lifted his body, building up the tempo as he rubbed his face in Gene's fur on his neck. As the pace increased, he was slamming down on Gene’s dick with more force and a slightly faster speed with each pass. Gene’s cock would impale Dean each time, rubbing his prostate, forcing out moans and grunts and epithets. Dean was swearing under his breath, “So fuckin’ good!” he moaned as he increased the speed and depth of the thrusts.

“Oh babe, I love your cock!” Dean moaned/yelled as his prostate was hit dead on, and then he was coming, and Dean was so far gone, and since his face was already pressed into Gene’s neck, that he bit down on Gene’s neck as his orgasm roared through him. Gene knotted him, and Dean was milking the cock with his walls, tying to get out every drop of cum he could as Gene was spraying Dean's insides with cum.

As Dean started to come down, he saw the evidence of his bite on Gene’s neck. “Fuck! I bit you, babe! Are you okay?” Dean cried. Gene wagged his tail and nudged Dean to show he was fine. Dean was kissing Gene all over his neck and face to show how sorry he was for biting and hurting him. Once Dean finished his reparations, he snuggled into Gene and fell asleep.

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Dean woke up at 8 AM the next morning. He can’t remember the last time he slept ten hours without waking up, worrying over something. He felt freer, less burdened. He didn’t analyze why he felt that way, not wanting to jinx the feeling. He wanted to try to make it through New York today, so they had to get moving. The day was peaceful, just driving his Baby on the open road with his lover next to him.

He tired quickly, so he stopped at a rest stop to eat and rest for an hour, and by the time they reached Buffalo, New York he threw in the towel and got a hotel room. For some reason he wanted to take a bath, and there were rooms with a Jacuzzi tub in the room at the hotel he picked. As he entered the room, he was impressed with how much nicer it was than his normal motel rooms that he stayed in. He stripped as soon as he locked the door and headed to the Jacuzzi. As the water started bubbling, he slipped in and rested his head against the back of the tub.

He couldn’t believe only three days had passed since the sex-a-thon had ended. So much had happened in those three days. He was changing for the better, he thought. He had acknowledged that just being a “monster” didn’t mean the creature was bad. Hell, look at his current partner. That alone should show how much he had changed.

He got out of the water when he was all pruny, and ordered a steak dinner from room service. Gene had just been watching him the whole time as he sprawled over the bed. Dean curled into Gene as he waited for his dinner, and fell into a light sleep. He woke up when the attendant knocked on the door, and Dean took his food from the attendant and quickly ate it. He cuddled back up with Gene and fell right back asleep.

He was still cuddled with Gene in the morning when he woke up. He had slept for a full ten hours again. “Damn. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve been so run down and exhausted the past couple of days,” Dean said, yawning. "I wonder if it has anything to do with the spell the witch put on me."

Dean heard a voice in his head respond, ‘It’s the pups growing in your womb. The work your body is doing internally is wearing you out.’

He shook his head and said, “I must be more exhausted than I thought if I’m hearing voices other than my own in my head.”

The voice replied, ‘You’re able to hear me, Gene, since it has been 24 hours since you bit me. We are mates as I bit you during your heat and you reciprocated when you bit me yesterday.’

Dean gave Gene a side eye. “If it is actually you speaking to me, and not my over active imagination, run in a circle and tell me something I wouldn’t be able to know,” Dean said suspiciously.

Gene got up and ran in a circle. When he got back in bed he said, ‘I’m a hellhound, and I’m invisible to all humans except you. The only reason I’m visible to you is due to our mating bond, and before we were mated, the sheer amount of my cum that was pumped into you during your heat enabled you to see me. You are gaining abilities similar to mine now that we are mated, so you are compatible with me and are able to be my mate.’

“Abilities? What abilities?” Dean yelped.

‘You’re becoming immortal, and you’ll probably get enhanced senses, enhanced strength and speed, too. I don’t know if it will be up to my level or just more than you currently have. And you will only be able to be killed by being stabbed with a consecrated salted iron blade or an angel blade, which I haven’t seen one of those for thousands of years,’ Gene explained.

Dean was stunned. He said, “And what was that you said about a mating bond? Explain.”

‘I bit you on your neck during the last day of your heat. For a hellhound to mate, the submissive gets bit on his neck during his heat, and the submissive has a week to accept the claim by biting the dominant back. You bit me when we had sex in the motel room, so you accepted the mating, and that would have been when your abilities would have began to change,’ Gene explained.

“What does being mated mean to a hellhound mean? What are the,” Dean flapped his hands trying to think of a word he wanted to clarify his question. “Ramifications? Consequences? Rules? Customs? What does it entail?”

‘We mate once and it is for life. I am loyal to you and stand beside you, protect you, cherish you, even love you. I will never leave or desert you. You return that loyalty, and you will breed our pups and raise them to be good hellhounds. You are the bitch, and bitches are normally territorial and ruthless at protecting what is theirs,’ Gene patiently informed his mate.

“I’m the bitch…. That must be what the witch did to me, she turned me into a bitch. I called her a bitch, and she said I sealed my fate. She also said I would get some, so she must’ve meant I was going into heat, and I'd have the need to be fucked for a week or so. And then she put me so far from civilization that I’d starve to death. But you foiled her plan, you gorgeous beast, you,” Dean said as he grabbed Gene’s face and kissed him.

‘You’re OK with being mated to a hellhound?’ Gene asked. ‘I realize now that you didn’t understand any part of what was happening to you.’

Dean shrugged. “I have been permanently changed by that witch, so I’ll only be attracted to male dogs, and I got me the meanest, most bad ass dog around. I’m pleased with my catch. And the fact that you’ll never leave me, had me buy into this mating hook, line, and sinker. Do we have to live in hell?” Dean asked.

‘The pups will need to be birthed and raised in hell, but time moves differently in hell, so although we will be down there for twelve weeks, we wouldn’t be gone for a full day, here,’ Gene explained.

Dean placed his hands on his belly. “I’m really pregnant?” he asked. Gene just nodded.

“We are going to stay here for an extra day, and you are going to tell me everything I need to know about all of this, after you have fucked me so well, that my bones have disintegrated, and I’m just a blissed out blob,” Dean proclaimed. Gene agreed with that plan and strove to make that happen for his mate. He had always been an overachiever.

Day five of their journey began with a round of 69, followed by Dean being pounded into the bed as Gene made sure to take care of his mate, thoroughly. When Dean could move again they got on the road and made it to Hammond, Indiana before the exhaustion won and Dean stopped for the night. They had just started driving the next day when Dean asked, “Is there any way you can let people see you? We’ll pass Bobby’s house, and I should stop and tell him about dad, and I’d like to introduce him to you, too.”

Gene was quiet for a minute then said, ‘If you burn glasses in a holy fire, in other words put holy oil on them and burn them, they should be able to see all invisible supernatural creatures which includes me, but I don’t know where any holy oil is.’

“I do. We are going to visit Pastor Jim,” Dean said.

Between stopping for meals and giving Dean time to rest, and taking the time for a quick pit stop at the dollar store for some cheap reader glasses, it took almost nine hours to get to Blue Earth, Minnesota. Dean knocked on Pastor Jim's door, and Pastor Jim opened it with a warm smile. “Dean! I haven't seen you in years! C'mon in boy! Let's get a look at you! What brings you by here?”

Dean walked inside Jim's house and took a deep breath. “Well, a few different things, really. First, I need to tell you that dad is no longer with us. He was killed when he was hunting a witch. For me to explain everything that happened, I need to use a little bit of your holy oil. Just enough to put a film on ten pairs of glasses I brought. I will explain everything over the next few hours. Oh! And I brought a pan of lasagna from that little restaurant you like, so we can eat as I tell you everything that has happened, because I’m starving,” Dean said in a rush, his words almost tripping over one another.

Pastor Jim said, “I'm sorry about your dad, kiddo. Bring in the lasagna and the glasses, and we'll get the lasagna in the oven, and then head to the rectory for the holy oil.” Dean got the items, and Jim threw the lasagna in the oven. Dean said, “If you have an old pair of glasses laying around, that might be better for you.” Jim raised an eyebrow, but went to his bedroom and grabbed an old pair of glasses, and they headed to the rectory. Dean quickly swiped a film over the glasses and they headed back to the kitchen. As Dean started his tale, he held each pair of glasses over a lit burner, lighting the holy oil on fire.

“So I was on a hunt with six strange deaths that were attributed to an animal attack. I canvassing the neighbors, trying to get info on whatever was killing everyone, when I stopped at a house and the truth poured from my lips. Well, I quickly pursed my lips together but it was already too late. The witch admitted to me that she had killed close to sixty men this year alone, and when I called her a bitch, several times, she got pissed and put a spell on me.

It turned out that she had cursed me into being a bitch, a female dog, and she left me naked in a very remote wooded area to be gang raped by a pack of dogs and die from starvation. Fortunately, Gene came along, killed all the curs that were ready to rape me, and he mated me during my heat. I'll go into that more in detail after I finish the tale about the witch hunt. After my heat ended, Gene brought me food and clothes, then he brought me back to civilization. Gene killed the witch, and as I searched the witch's house for bodies or prisoners, I found the bodies of at least fifty men in her attic, and one of the bodies I found was dad. After I finished clearing the house, I salted all the bodies and poured gasoline on them, and lit them and the house on fire.”

Dean took a sip of water and took a deep breath. Jim looked blown away, and he said, “Son, you know a dog can’t kill a witch, right?”

“Normally, I’d agree with you,” Dean stated. “But this isn’t a normal situation. Part of the witch’s spell, or curse really, made me desire male dogs as I became a bitch, a female dog, in every sense of the word. I put off pheromones that indicated I was in heat. Gene smelled the pheromones, and mangled/killed all the dogs who had responded to my scent.

Within a few hours of waking up in the forest, I legitimately went into heat, as the witch’s spell, or rather curse, had finished changing my internal reproductive parts. While we were, uh, copulating, Gene bit me on the neck and mated me. I bit him on the neck a few days later and cemented our bond. Gene isn’t a normal dog. You know me. I would need something extra badass before I would accept it as my mate. Put on the glasses we prepared,” Dean directed, “and look at me.”

Jim put on his glasses, looked at Dean and almost fell out of his chair. “What is that?” he asked.

“That is Gene, my mate, who is a hellhound,” Dean relayed. “We have mated and are bound together. He will protect me. He won’t leave me like everyone in my life has done, and he will cherish and love me, not take me for granted and use me to get what he needs.” The timer for the lasagna went off, and Dean said as he went to take the lasagna out of the oven, “Just think it over, and ask your questions after I plate our food.”

Dean prepared two plates and brought them to the dining room table. Jim was still was looking flabbergasted, but he also had his professor face on, which meant curiosity and the quest for knowledge was winning over his natural and innate desire to kill anything supernatural. As Dean set the plates down, Jim looked at Dean and asked, “Are you happy?”

Dean was thrown by that question. He had expected being yelled at, maybe a ‘how could you’, not to be asked if he was happy. “I am. I don’t have to worry about when he is going to take off, because that answer is never. Hellhounds are extremely loyal, and we have pledged to be here for each other forever. He is always by my side, and I need that. I need that stability and assurance, and Gene gives that to me.”

Jim’s analytical side started to show as he asked his questions, “What does the bond entail?”

“I’m a guaranteed lay for him, but neither of us can search out a different partner, just like in a marriage. I have gotten some abilities, enhanced senses, immortality, enhanced strength, and the biggee- I will carry our kids,” Dean said, hoping Jim had missed-

“Immortal? You’re immortal. You’re gonna make me drink the communion wine. Don’t think I missed how you snuck that in there. So you’ll never age?” Dean shook his head no. “You’ll be with Gene forever?” Dean nodded yes. “And you’re OK with being a supernatural creature?” Dean nodded yes. “Well, then, I’m happy for you,” Jim said.

Dean tilted his head for a minute then said, “Gene let me know that all of your wardings have worn down enough that they would be ineffective against demons. He also reminded me to tell you that those glasses would work on any invisible or camouflaged supernatural creatures. I made three spares for you, whether you use them or give them to other hunters is up to you.”

Jim was flummoxed because the hellhound had helped him defend against demons. He told Dean this and Dean responded, “He’s not a demon. He is a hellhound, and he has very specific tasks he carries out. He dislikes demons who twist the basic fabric of hell. Plus, you took the news so well about our mating, and cared about me more than the fact that my mate is a supernatural creature, that Gene feels beholden to you.”

Dean and Jim talked for a few more hours, then Dean said, “We've got to go get a hotel room. I’m beat.” Pastor Jim started to offer them a room, and Dean said, “Although the offer is very appreciated, we wouldn’t abuse the offer by accepting. I’m sure you don’t want to listen to what we will be doing before we go to sleep.” Pastor Jim agreed with Dean, and they left on a good note.

When they were situated in their hotel room, Dean said to Gene, “He was so accepting of us. If my dad were alive, we’d be hiding from him because he would kill both of us. Pastor Jim, who watched me a few weeks here and there when I was growing up, was a better dad than John ever was.”

Gene comforted Dean the best way he knew how, and he moved his head to grip Dean’s cock with his tongue, and he gave him the canine version of a blow job. As the tongue pulsated continuously, gripping Dean’s cock tight then slightly loosening the grip, the tight, wet grasp covering every part of the cock including the head, Dean was writhing, lost in the delirious pleasures his mate’s tongue was evoking. Dean gripped the fur on Gene's neck as the tongue stimulated his cock, moaning, cursing, arching his back, and thrusting into the wet heat until he came with a groaned “Fuuuuuck.”

As he caught his breath, he stroked the fur on his mate, wondering how he got so lucky. He asked Gene, “How did you find me when I was in the woods? How did I get so lucky that you found me and saved me? If you wouldn't have been there, I don't think I would have survived.”

Gene said, ‘The woods she left you in happen to be my favorite stomping grounds. I was walking through the woods when I smelled my mate. I followed your scent, and when I saw the dogs surrounding you, getting ready to mount you, I may have seen red and lost control for a few minutes. When I finally was aware of my actions again, I had knotted and bit you. The mating bite started to turn you into my mate, which is why the blood loss you suffered from that first knotting didn’t effect you as severely as it should have. I also believe that is why your heat started, because we’re true mates, and my bite kick-started your heat in order for you to lure your mate to stay by your side, to impregnate you and stay with you.’

Dean nodded, thinking back to their initial session. He wouldn’t call it rape, now, but it was definitely sex under duress, and not a good memory. He curled into his mate and said, “I am so glad that our sexual relationship is nothing like that first time. I would have never accepted you as a mate if it had continued that way.”

“Your body modified itself to be able to accept the girth and length of a hellhound cock, and to accept my knot as well. Within a few hours, your body had adjusted, and you also began producing slick, so our matings became very enjoyable for both of us,” Gene said, looking up and down Dean's body as if he was planning where to attack.

Dean rolled over, stuck his ass in the air and wiggled it saying, “Well, come and get it big boy! Show me what you've got!” Gene mounted and penetrated him, thrusting hard and deep, and he had an almost frantic pace as he thrust in and out of Dean's hole. Dean was moaning and whining as Gene's strokes hit his prostate, and his nerves were zinging, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body with each thrust. As Dean felt Gene’s knot inflating, putting pressure on that bundle of nerves, Dean came with a roar, and Gene followed behind him, letting out a growl as he knotted and bit Dean on the shoulder. His jaw stayed locked to Dean’s shoulder as he continued rabbiting into Dean like he had to breed him, he couldn't stop thrusting into his mate.

Dean floated on a sexual high as his prostate was stimulated by Gene’s thrusts and knot, plus he had the sensation of his mate's cum hitting his walls. As Gene slowed then stopped thrusting into Dean, Dean gradually came down from his high. And as Gene withdrew from Dean, Dean moaned in disappointment. Gene curled up around his mate, and they drifted off to sleep.

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They checked out of the hotel late, as they knew the drive to Sioux Falls would be a short one. Dean had breakfast at a diner and then they got on the road. As he drew closer to Sioux Falls he grew quieter and more nervous. He finally said, “Bobby is the one I regard as my father figure. Pastor Jim was a mentor, at first to my dad and then to us kids, but Bobby would stand up to my dad and try to let me just be a kid. I'm not sure what I will do if he is disappointed in me,” he ended in a whisper.

Gene leaned against Dean and licked his neck by his ear, a spot he had learned was very sensitive on Dean. Dean laughed and said, “No giving me a boner right before I introduce you to Bobby.” Gene noticed his mate was more relaxed, so mission accomplished.

As they drove through the gates for the scrap yard Dean was quiet. Bobby was waiting on his front porch as Dean drove up. Dean got out of the car and Bobby said, “ ’Bout time you got here. I expected you a couple of hours ago. Give me those fancy glasses so I can see your mate.” At Dean's startled look, Bobby snorted and said, “Boy, did you think Jim wouldn't tell me? The moment your car left the driveway he was on the phone to me, spilling all the details. Now let's see the mutt, see if he is good enough for my boy.”

Dean handed him a pair of glasses, still not saying anything. Bobby put them on and saw Gene leaning against Dean, giving him comfort. Bobby smiled and asked, “He take good care of you?” Dean nodded. “He comfort you without you having to ask for it?” Dean nodded. “As long as he looks after you, he is good in my books.” Dean visibly relaxed and fell at ease. “Now come on inside and tell me all about him, you guys, and anything else you feel like talking about.”

As Bobby walked inside his house, he was thanking his lucky stars that Jim gave him the heads up, so he reacted in the best manner he could for Dean. Just by the way Dean relaxed at the reception Bobby gave him and his mate, he knew his reaction meant a lot to the boy.

As they entered the house, Dean asked, “Did Pastor Jim tell you about dad?”

“Yeah, son, he did. And it is a shame, but not unexpected. You really need a partner when you are hunting, but he was too hard headed to listen when we told him that. Now what is this that Jim mentioned, that Sam and your dad left you?” Bobby asked.

So Dean told Bobby about Sam leaving for college, and the huge row that his dad and Sam had, with Sam storming out of the house and not returning. Dad had left Dean two days later saying they could cover more ground if they each hunted on their own. "I drove to Stanford and made sure Sammy was all right. I made sure he didn't see me, but I saw him moving things into his room and hanging out with people, so I knew he was okay without me looking after him. Then I hunted. I took care of a few ghosts and a ghoul’s nest before I was on the hunt that ended up with my mating Gene,” he finished, as he took a sip of coffee.

“Damn boy, I'm sorry you went through all of that. Why didn't you come here? You know you're always welcome,” Bobby stated.

Dean shrugged. “I guess I figured if my immediate family didn't want me, then no one else would want me either. I didn't want to be a burden to you.”

Bobby moved over to Dean and hugged him. “You are never a bother, you got that? I've said this before and I'll say it again. You are always welcome, and that extends to you and your mate. Got it?” Dean just nodded as he blinked away tears. “Now, I've got chili in the crock pot, and I want to hear about these nifty glasses.” They sat around the kitchen table eating chili and talking the day away.

Dean finally said, “We have to go get a hotel room and be on our way. I’m heading to see Sam to tell him about dad's death. I'm not sure he'll even care, but I figure this is something I need to say in person.”

“Okay, I understand. Just stop by before you pop into hell to have your pups, okay?” Bobby said. Dean stared at him and Bobby explained, “As soon as Jim told me you were pregnant, I started researching. Nothing had any information on pups being born topside, so I did some deductive reasoning.”

Dean nodded and said in a choked voice, “We'll stop by once I leave Sam.” As he took his leave, Bobby clasped him on the shoulder and pulled him into a quick hug. They ended the hug, and Bobby cleared his throat, and ran his fingers through his hair before returning the trucker cap to his head. Dean left knowing Bobby truly accepted his mating to Gene.

Dean was emotionally and physically drained as they checked in, and Gene drew him a hot bath and made him soak his muscles in the warm water before going to bed. Dean felt much better after the bath, and he snuggled up to Gene and fell asleep easily.

It had been one full week since Dean's heat ended, and they celebrated for a little longer and were a little louder than they meant to be. Dean had to tell the hotel security that he had on a you tube video with a dog growling, and his computer was turned up pretty loud. The security guard looked around the room and confirmed there wasn't a dog in there, then he looked Dean up and down suggestively.

With his debauched look, and barely hanging onto his hips sweat pants that didn't hide the current state of his arousal, it was obvious what he had been in the middle of when the security guard interrupted him. As he went to offer his services to assist Dean in reaching his end goal, he felt a menacing presence looming over him. Although he didn't see anything, he scrambled away from Dean's room as quickly as possible. Due to that security guard’s visual perusal of Dean's body, and his resulting lust for Dean, and the fact that he almost propositioned Dean, Gene had to prove his place as Dean's mate, repeatedly. They checked out of the room late, and Dean had to go eat at a diner before he was in the right mind frame to drive.

Due to their late start, they only made it to Gillette, Wyoming before they had to stop for the night. When they had gotten a room for the night, Dean decided to go to the steakhouse next to the hotel for dinner. He dressed a little nicer than normal, jeans without holes and a non-flannel shirt, and walked to the steakhouse from the hotel. The hostess and the waitress both took notice of Dean, and they were hitting on him all night. He smiled politely, but did not lead them on. He still had two phone numbers by the end of the evening.

As he walked back to the hotel, Gene was promising what he was going to do to Dean to prove that Dean belonged to him and only him. By the time Dean was eventually allowed to go to sleep, Gene had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was Dean's dominant and he dominated Dean repeatedly, with much edging, and a lot of begging from Dean. Needless to say, Dean slept extremely well that night.

Dean was still a little sore in the morning, so they didn't celebrate their one week anniversary of Dean mating Gene, completing their bond. Dean noticed the tiniest little bit of pooch in his abdomen that morning while he was taking a shower. He smiled to himself and rubbed his belly. “Hi pups,” he whispered. “Your mom can't wait to meet you guys. Love you,” he said to the pups. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Unbeknownst to him, Gene had heard his whispers and was very pleased that Dean not only had accepted his pregnancy but was embracing it.

They made it to Salt Lake City, Utah before Dean had to stop for the night. They decided to walk around and enjoy nature as they really hadn’t had a chance to do so. Gene decided to pin Dean to a tree, and blow him where anyone could stumble upon them. Dean blew his load extremely fast as the danger of being caught turned him on exponentially.

“Huh,” Dean said when he finally could speak again without panting, “I never knew exhibitionism was one of my kinks. It makes sense, but I never actually realized it ‘til now.” With that sentence, Gene knew there would be a lot more public sex in their future.

The next night, they stopped at a little inn in Soda Spring, California, right next to the Tahoe National Forest. Gene was determined to fuck Dean where the risk of discovery was high. They wouldn't actually be discovered as Gene could sense if anyone was within five miles of their location, but Dean didn’t know that. They went for a hike after a light dinner, and Gene saw the perfect field to enact his plan. His mate helped him in his endeavor without knowing it, as he wore sweatpants which Gene could easily pull down.

Gene led Dean to the open field, then, without warning, quickly depantsed Dean and had him down in the breeding position getting fucked before Dean could even process what was happening. As soon as he realized he was being fucked by a hound, out in the open without even a tree for cover, he was so turned on, he was babbling and on the edge instantly. “Ooooh, pound me with that big, thick dick,” Dean panted, and, “Harder, I want to feel your dick in my throat,” and “Breed me! Put more pups in my belly!” and then Dean was coming so hard he lost his tether to reality for a second.

Gene knotted Dean and marked Dean on the inside as he came prolifically in his mate. Gene licked and nibbled on Dean’s neck and shoulders until his knot went down. As they untied, some of the cum started to drip out of Dean. Dean got a horrified expression on his face and said, “Anyone who sees me will know what I did. This outfit won't hide anything.”

‘Then you had better be stealthy,’ Gene answered, feeling smug. He wanted everyone to see his marks, to see his cum dripping down Dean's leg, and know Dean was taken. Dean was able to make it to the room without being seen by anyone. Once the door was closed behind them Dean admitted, “That was the hottest thing anyone has done to me, ever.” Gene was on cloud nine for the rest of the night.

They were only three hours away from Stanford. They had been on the road for ten days, so Dean washed his clothes, and made sure to dress the way the kids on campus dressed. “We will need to get some maternity jeans for me soon. These jeans are already tight,” Dean told Gene.

‘Whatever you need, we will get,’ Gene replied.

Dean packed up all his clean clothes and they left the hotel. Dean knew Sam's address, and he knew how his brother loved to study in libraries, so he had anticipated a long wait. He had a book he was reading on the grassy field outside the dorm just like a dozen other students so he fit right in. He was surprised to see Sam heading out of his dorm twenty minutes after he sat down. He casually stood up and followed Sam, knowing he'd catch up eventually. He caught up to Sam at the local coffee shop. ‘Perfect, I couldn't have planned this better,’ he thought to himself. He walked over to Sam's table and sat down. “Hi, Sammy,” he said.

Sam looked up, startled. “What are you doing here?” he asked shocked.

“Not even a ‘hi, Dean’? I’m hurt,” Dean said facetiously, but his feelings really were hurt.

“I'm not coming with you for a hunt, Dean. You can tell dad-“

“Whoa, easy little brother. That's not why I'm here. I'm not trying to rip you away from all of this. Um, do you have someplace a little more private that we can talk, though?” Dean asked.

Sam looked at Dean suspiciously, but he must have seen Dean's sincerity because he nodded and said, “We can go back to my dorm room.” He put the few things he had unpacked from his bag away, and stood up from the table with Dean right behind him.

They made small talk about Sam's classes until they were in Sam's room. His side of the room was austere, and Dean said, “After we are done talking, we are going to Target and picking up things for your room. No one should have their room look like this.”

Sam said, “I'm not buying things with your fake credit card.”

“Relax little bro. I have cash,” Dean said. He cleared his throat and said, “Uh, I have two things I need to talk to you about and they are part of the same story. Can you give me a half hour of your time?”

Sam, realizing his brother was serious, and not acting in his normal wise guy self, nodded.

Dean continued. “Okay, so this started aproximately seventeen days ago. I was canvassing an area, and I knock on a door. A woman answers and I am ready to say my spiel when the truth comes tripping out of my mouth. I pursed my lips to stop talking, but the damage was already done.”

Sam nodded to show he was following. “So she waved her hand, and I walked into her house, down into her basement, and stood in front of shackles that she locked me in. I was my normal smart ass self, called her a bitch one time too many, and she decided instead of raping me herself as she'd planned, she'd turn me into a bitch literally, as in a female dog ready to be bred. I was emitting fuck me pheromones and everything, and she put me in a field, naked, and left me there to get raped by a pack of dogs. And as a bonus, she left me in the middle of a forest, and only one direction led to civilization, but I had no idea where I was or which direction to head in to get back to civilization. So, I was screwed, and about to be screwed, literally.

Before she knocked me out, stripped me and left me in the field, she told me she had killed about sixty men this year, okay?”

Sam nodded to show he was still tracking. “What happened in the field doesn't really matter, except just know at the end I was mated to Gene, who saved my life. He brought me food and sports drinks when I was finally cognizant enough to eat and drink, he brought me clothes to wear, and he carried me out of the forest as I didn't have shoes. He killed the witch, and I started to clear the house the way we were taught, upper levels first, basement last.”

Sam nodded. Dean took a deep breath, “You need to know, dad left me two days after you left, saying we could cover more ground if we split up, and I hadn't heard from him since the day he left me. So, I went to the attic, and there were at least fifty embalmed bodies in the attic, and dad was one of them. The witch had killed dad sometime in the two months we had been separated.” Dean paused to see if Sam emoted in any way. He looked as if he was carved out of stone.

Dean went on before he lost his nerve. “I have glossed over a lot of the story, but the part that you need to understand to understand the next part, is that the witch put a curse on me when she made me a bitch. She changed my reproductive parts so I can carry pups, and she made me attracted to male dogs. You know me. I am drawn o the most bad ass being in the room.” Dean shrugged and pulled out a pair of glasses. “Put these on and look at me.”

Sam did as he was told then jumped back. “Dean, what is-"

“Sammy, meet my mate, Gene the hellhound."

“Please tell me this is a joke or a nightmare or-“ the door was opening and Brady, Sam’s roommate stepped in and closed the door behind him without looking in the room. Gene jumped on him while Sam yelled, “What the fuck happened to your face?”

Dean said to Gene, “I didn’t know I could see demons. Cool.” Dean stepped up to the demon and asked, “Why are you wearing Sam’s roommate?”

“I don’t have to answer you,” the demon replied.

“Is Sam’s roommate still alive?” Dean asked Gene. Gene nodded his head yes. “If we did an exorcism could you catch the demon and kill it before he could report to anyone?” Gene grinned ferally and nodded.

“Alright, I’m calling Bobby. Keep the demon trapped.” He dialed Bobby. Bobby answered and Dean said, “Hi, Bobby, it’s Dean.”

“Dean? Oh, son, did telling your brother about Gene not go well?” they heard Bobby say over the phone’s speakers.

“Well, his freak out was interrupted by his roommate coming back to the room, and since Sam was wearing the glasses, we could all see he was possessed by a demon. Gene has the demon trapped right now. Can you read an exorcism, so Gene can kill the demon once it’s left his meat suit?” Dean asked.

“Sure. I’m grabbing the tome that has it now. Hold on.” They could hear Bobby turning pages, then an “aha!” Bobby came back and said, “Is Gene ready?” Gene nodded.

“Gene’s good to go,” Dean reported.

“Here we go: Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare…Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…quem inferi tremunt…Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

Gene disappeared for a second and then reappeared with a satisfied look on his face. “It worked Bobby. Thanks!” Dean let the older man know.

“Call me later, you hear me, son?” Bobby directed.

“Yes, sir. I gotta help Sam with his roommate. TTYL,” and Dean hung up and went to help Sam. Sam’s roommate was out cold. “Maybe we should take him to the hospital. There’s no telling what the demon did while he was riding him,” Dean said.

Sam agreed, and they were able to carry him to Dean’s car and get him checked in and taken back to a room immediately. They weren’t allowed to stay with him, so they checked into a close hotel as going back to Sam’s room was out.

When they were in the hotel room, Sam exploded. “What the hell is going on? Two hours ago I had a boring, normal life. Then my brother comes and tells me he’s mated to a hellhound, and then I find out my roommate is possessed. What the ever living fuck?” he whisper yelled while pulling his hair.

“Your roommate being possessed was news to me, too,” Dean said. “Just breathe. Now I know you, and you probably had a few schools that accepted you with a full ride and you chose Stanford, right?” Sam nodded. “Well, I think you should make a few phone calls and explain you had a roommate from hell, heh literally, and that you are looking to transfer. You will do all the work needed to catch up, etcetera,” Dean said. “While you get your school situation figured out, I am going to get you a hex bag that will keep you hidden from all supernatural beings, and pick up dinner. I'll be back in a couple of hours.”

Dean and Gene left the hotel room, and Dean asked Gene, “Know any real hoodoo practitioners around here, or true white witches?”

‘There is one in downtown San Jose,’ Gene confirmed. They took care of their errands and were back in two hours as Dean had predicted. Sam was on the phone discussing courses, so Dean laid out the food he had ordered for Sam, and started eating his own meal.

Sam ended his call twenty minutes later and sat down to eat. “Yale can get me in, and most of the classes I was in have an online version at Yale. The only class that isn’t virtual the professor agreed to give me a week to catch up. I need to be there in two days, so if we drive-“

“I can’t drive that long, but we can get you a seat on a plane. Was there anything sentimental in your room that we need to get out of there for you?” Dean asked.

“Just some photos in my top dresser drawer,” Sam responded.

Dean looked at Gene and said, “Can you get them and make sure there isn't spellwork on them that could track Sam?”

‘I will get them, and make sure they don’t have some sort of tracker on them,’ Gene said and left.

“Gene is getting your photos. While you eat, I’m gonna book you on the first flight to Connecticut that I find,” Dean said. He looked up the flights on his computer, and booked a flight for his brother. “OK, you are on a 6 AM flight heading to Connecticut. Now, first things first, here are the hex bags. Carry one on you at all times. We need to go clothes shopping, and get you some duffel bags to carry your purchases, a new computer, backpack, school supplies, ugh, we’ll be busy. Let’s go.”

Sam and Dean were able to find a whole new wardrobe for Sam including shoes, at a brand name discount store. Dean was able to shop for a laptop, backpack, school supplies, and personal care items before his body had had enough. He gave the keys to Sam to drive back to the room, as he dozed in the passenger seat.

When they had brought all of the bags in from the stores, Dean washed and dried Sam’s new clothes in the hotel washer and dryer, and folded Sam's new clothes and packed them in the duffel bags while Sam set up his new computer. Once the computer was set up, Sam packed his backpack as a carry on with his computer, school supplies, and two changes of clothes.

Gene finally returned and he told Dean, ‘There were demons hanging all around his dorm. One by one, I got all of them, and then I was able to go into Sam's room. You were right. They had a tracking spell placed on the pictures. So I brought that witch from earlier today, and she was able to remove the spell. Just in case, I made duplicates, and Sam will get the duplicates as we will happily handle any demons that come along.’

Dean relayed the update to Sam, and Sam said, “Why me? First, a demon in my nursery and now this. All I wanted to have is a normal life, and everything seems against me.”

“We will figure it out. In the meantime, keep those hex bags on you. And if you really want to stay hidden, Bobby texted me a symbol you could have tattooed on your body which will hide you from all tracking spells,” Dean said.

“What are we waiting for? Let's go to a tattoo parlor and get that symbol tattooed on my body,” Sam said.

“I'm exhausted Sam. I have pushed my body way past it's endurance levels, and I need to rest. As long as you have that hex bag on you, you should be fine. Find a tattoo parlor before you get to Yale, and wear those glasses every once in a while to make sure that no demons have found you. We need to leave in four hours, so you can catch your flight, and I plan to sleep for those four hours. Gene,” Dean called, patting the bed next to him. Gene laid down and Dean cuddled into him and was out like a light.

Chapter Text

The alarm went off way too soon for Dean. He groaned as he rolled over, and saw Sam was awake, and he noticed a bandage sticking out of his t-shirt sleeve. “You went and got that tattoo instead of sleeping, didn't you?” Dean more stated than asked Sam.

Sam nodded as he completed the passage he was reading on the computer. Dean got dressed as Sam was doing whatever on his computer, and then he started loading the car with their bags. Sam had his backpack packed and was closing the door to their room when Dean came back from loading their bags. “Let's get you to the airport, so you can be at Yale this afternoon,” Dean said to Sam as he opened his car door. Gene hopped in back, so Sam could ride shot gun.

Sam got in the car and said, “So, I know we were interrupted by Brady, and we have been so busy that we haven't been able to talk about your mating with a Hellhound, but, what happened?”

“The spell the witch put on me had me emitting fuck me pheromones, and a pack of dogs were lining up to rape me. Gene killed all of the dogs that were ready to have a piece of me. He told me later that we were true mates, and he saw red when he saw the dogs lining up to fuck me. The spell the witch placed on me, it had me go into heat, just like a real bitch would.

I know I mentioned that not only did she make me emit fuck me pheromones, but she also changed my reproductive organs. I am the same on the outside, but inside I have a uterus, fallopian tubes, the whole female experience. Well, Gene, uh, helped me through my heat, and I am pregnant with Hellhound pups, which is why I get tired so easily, and why I couldn't make the drive to Connecticut in two days,” Dean informed Sam, gripping the steering wheel tightly was the only sign of his nerves at his brother's response.

“I was doing some research on the spell the witch enchanted you with. There is no cure or undoing of the curse she placed on you. You will be forever attracted to male dogs, and you will always be the bitch. Your pups will be part human, so they will be smarter than the average dog, more able to think and to reason through situations, and not just react on an instinctual level. If you have to mate with a dog due to the curse, you could have done a lot worse than mating with Gene. What kind of name is Gene, anyway?” Sam asked.

Dean responded with a devilish grin. “I named him after Gene Simmons because his tongue is a national treasure.”

“Gross, Dean. I did not need to know that,” Sam moaned.

“Hey, you asked,” Dean responded.

“And I am sorry I did,” Sam groaned.

“We are almost to the airport. Gene and I will come visit you in about a week. It took me ten days to get to Stanford from Massachusetts, but I stopped to see Pastor Jim and Bobby on the way, and I spent a day learning about our mating bond, too, so I should be able to make it in a week. Gene and I will do some digging and try to find out why you have demons riding your ass. In the meantime, here is some money so you can buy the things you need for your room, and you can get the snacks you like, too.” Dean said as he handed Sam a stack of twenties.

“Where did you get this much cash?” Sam asked, stunned.

“There are some perks being mated to a Hellhound,” Dean stated. “Alright, we're here. Let's grab your bags and get you on the plane.”

Dean made sure Sam got checked in, before he left his brother to catch his flight. Gene was sitting shotgun when Dean returned to the Impala. “Ugh, another long drive. We'll stop by Bobby's and see if he can do some research into why demons are after Sam.” Dean told his mate.

‘I can do a little snooping in hell, and meet you at Bobby's,’ Gene said.

“It's a 26 hour drive from here to Sioux Falls, so I won't make it to Bobby's for two days. Can you stay with me today and at the hotel tonight, and then go do your reconnaissance in Hell?” Dean asked.

‘As you wish,’ Gene responded.

Dean managed to drive to Rock Springs, Wyoming before his body informed him it needed rest. He checked into a hotel and went to the whirlpool to let the stress from driving get worked out of his muscles. As he was sitting and relaxing in the whirlpool, a beautiful, very curvaceous woman in a very skimpy bikini joined him. As she sat down, a water jet hit her bikini just right, shifting the bikini top so the full nipple was exposed. She took her time readjusting her bikini top, ensuring Dean saw everything. He could appreciate her beauty for what it was, but it didn't affect him in any way. He smiled at the woman and left the whirlpool to return to his room. His mate was waiting for him and pounced on him the moment the door was closed.

“That woman had no right to try to tempt you away from me,” Gene snarled. “I am going to mark you for all to see that you are taken. I have mated you, and you are mine!” He growled as he swiped off Dean’s swim trunks, pushed Dean down into the breeding position, and began working his tongue into the closed furl. He breeched the barrier, and his tongue attacked Dean's prostate, pressing on it, rubbing it, jabbing it. Dean was seeing stars, he was taken so high so fast, and as that tongue continued to pummel that bundle of nerves, Dean came explosively, the white tides going everywhere.

Gene wasn't done making his point, as Dean's orgasm didn't slow down his onslaught. In fact, he seemed even more determined to hit that bundle of nerves with his tongue, causing Dean to cry out as Gene forced another orgasm out of him. Gene removed his tongue from Dean's channel and mounted him, brutally thrusting inside him, and as his hips started pistoning, his dick thrusting in and out, Gene bit down on Dean's shoulder, reclaiming him, marking him, owning him. Dean had never felt so completely owned by Gene, and he reveled in his dominant just taking what he wanted.

As he came a third time from Gene's forceful pounding, his whole system shut down from the pleasurable sensations being pounded into him. Dean rode the high from his orgasm as Gene growled and knotted Dean, his cum splashing Dean's inner walls. As Dean’s channel tightened around Gene's member and knot, Gene came again, filling Dean with his cum, leaving Dean lax and sated. Gene’s need to mark and claim ownership of Dean was sated after proving his dominance to his submissive, showing him he owned him. He got Dean into bed and curled around him, protecting him from any that would want to harm him, as Dean slept peacefully surrounded by his mate.

Dean hobbled to the car the next morning as the ravages of the night before haunted him, and his ass was feeling every inch of Gene's cock's claiming of him. Gene looked very smug at seeing his mate hobble and Dean said, “You had to prove you owned my ass. I better be able to walk when I get to Bobby's, or he'll have your hide.”

Gene said, ‘The soreness will be gone in a couple of hours. The people I wanted to see the proof of ownership took note of your gait this morning. I have to go love. I will meet you at Bobby's tonight,” and he nuzzled Dean's belly before he shimmered and disappeared.

Dean drove to Bobby's taking a couple breaks on the way. He pulled into the salvage yard, and Bobby was waiting for him on the front porch of his house. As Dean got out of the car, he saw a shimmer and Gene appeared at his right side. “Whoa,” Bobby said, “That was trippy.”

“Gene went down to Hell to ferret out information on why demons are converging around Sam,” Dean explained as he pet his mate.

Gene informed Dean, ‘I skulked around all the big players, and Azazel was upset about losing someone. I could not get a good read on why Azazel needed or wanted Sam, just that his chosen one was missing. Then he went on about his brother being MIA as well. It seemed you and Sam fit into his plans somehow, but plans for what, I have no idea.’

Dean relayed the info to Bobby and then asked Gene, “Azazel doesn’t happen to have yellow eyes, does he?”

Gene answered back, surprised, ‘Yes, he does have yellow eyes.’

“Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit! The creature that killed my mom had yellow eyes. So this yellow eyed demon must have done something to Sammy at the same time as he killed my mom. That is why he is looking so hard for Sammy,” Dean deducted.

Bobby thought a minute and asked Gene, “Did you hear anything else? No matter how small or insignificant, it may end up making a huge difference when we research this.”

Gene thought for a minute and said, ‘They called the brother, who I'm assuming is Dean, the righteous man. Other than that, I can't think of anything else I haven't already relayed,’

“The ‘righteous man',” Dean snorted. “Only if they didn’t watch me hustle pool, go through women like water, and drink when I had the money. They must’ve turned a blind eye to a lot of my extracurricular activities.”

“Well, that gives me a starting point to begin my research into this mess,” Bobby said. “You going to go visit Sam and give him an update?” Bobby asked.

“Yep. We are on our way to see him now. I just thought I'd stop by to see you on my way to visit him,” Dean admitted, looking at the floor.

“Well, I'm glad you guys stopped by. Can you stay for dinner, or do you have to get going?” Bobby asked.

Dean glanced at his mate and said happily, “We can stay for dinner.”

After a night of swapping stories and laughter, Gene and Dean retired to a hotel to rest. Dean curled into Gene's fur and fell asleep knowing he was loved.

Dean was woken up in the morning by Gene’s nose snuffling his abdomen. Dean smiled and sleepily said, “Morning! Are you saying hello to our pups?”

Gene said, “They are developed enough now that they are emitting their own personal scents. I think I smell five pups.”

“Damn! You bred me good! Of course, if you think we need more practice…” Dean said as he rolled over into the breeding position and wiggled his ass. Gene picked up the challenge and mounted Dean, ramming his cock into Dean’s opening and pistoning that long dick in and out of him, spearing him on every entrance. Dean was pushing his ass into each thrust, reveling in being dominated by his mate, moaning as each thrust was getting him closer and closer and closer to the pinnacle.

He was almost there when Gene’s knot locked into place, and the pressure the knot placed on his prostate had Dean explode with a high pitched whine. Gene was spraying his walls with cum, and Dean was clamping around him, milking all of the cum out of Gene. Dean’s channel was filled with Gene’s cum, and Dean basked in the knowledge of his mate's fervor and voracity as shown by the copious amount of cum locked inside him.

As Dean caught his breath, he asked his mate, “Did you miss me while you were in Hell?”

“I missed you every day I was down there, and I almost came back to you before I finished my mission several times. I missed your smile, your scent on my fur, and the way your body welcomes and grips my cock in your center, coaxing all the cum it can get out of it,” he ended salaciously, as his knot deflated and he began pounding into Dean again. Dean was boneless from their first round, and was moaning and whining as Gene hit his prostate with every thrust, unerring in his aim. Dean was soaring to new heights, the world a Kaleidoscope of colors, and as Gene locked his knot inside Dean, he bit down on Dean’s shoulder, reaffirming their bond.

As Dean slowly came back to reality, he felt Gene pulse inside him followed by his cum hitting Dean’s walls. “I don't know why, but that is the best feeling,” Dean groaned as his mate was lightly thrusting and continuing to cum inside Dean, marking him with his scent, making his claim known in the basest and filthiest of ways. As Gene’s knot deflated, Dean said, “We need to go shopping for some maternity jeans and t-shirts as all of my clothes are starting to get tight. I am not even sure if they make maternity clothing in my size.” Dean frowned. “I guess we start at Target, and if I can’t find anything there, we'll go to a maternity boutique.”

He was surprised by the selection of maternity clothes they had at Target, and was able to find a few different t-shirts and tank tops to go under his existing plaids, but the jeans… what was with these sizes? What did a 14 correlate to as far as waist and inseam measurements? How did women know their sizes? He finally just picked out a pair of jeans in every size and went to the fitting room to see if they fit. He ended up with a couple of pairs of skinny maternity jeans which fit his legs a little tighter than he was used to, but overall the fit was good.

He also got a belly band to help support his belly as he knew he'd need that as he got larger. He checked out with his purchases, and stopped at a McDonald’s to run into their restroom to change into his new maternity clothes. Gene kept an eye on the bathroom door as Dean changed, to ensure no one would try to take advantage of his mate when he was in a vulnerable position.

It was after noon by the time they got on the road, and Dean was already exhausted from his shopping expedition at Target, so they stopped for the night in Galena, IL. Dean got a room with a hot tub, and he settled in for a long soak with the jets hitting his back. As he stepped into the tub, the heat of the water instantly started to soothe his tired and over-worked muscles. Dean let out a groan as his muscles let go of the tension from the day.

Gene’s ears perked up at the groan, and he came over towards Dean, trying to see what made him groan like that. Dean's head was leaning against the back of the tub and his eyes were closed. He had a look of bliss on his face that Gene realized looked similar to his ‘O' face. ‘Well, since he already looks like he is getting fucked….’ Gene thought to himself as he noiselessly slipped into the water. Dean had his legs spread out and in his relaxed position, his ass was almost hanging off the seat. Gene managed to put his paws on the edge of the hot tub and had impaled Dean on his cock before Dean even realized Gene was in the water.

Dean decided he liked this new position as Gene could pound him hard and deep and play with his nipples, neck and ears. As Gene increased the pace, and his thrusts became harder, all that was heard was Dean's moans and cries and the splashing of water, culminating in a high whine followed by low growls as the splashes grew louder and then the silence broken by soft moans as Gene was pulsing his cum inside Dean, and Dean was moaning with every splash of cum. As Gene leaned into Dean, Dean was stroking Gene’s body. “I like this position,” Dean said. “You can take me forcefully, but I can stroke you, too. Win/win.”

After Gene's knot had deflated, Dean left the hot tub and he grinned as he said, “And doing it in a hot tub means no mess to clean up afterwards, too. Bonus!” Gene shook his head at his mate as they curled up in bed and fell asleep.

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They revisited the hot tub in the morning and almost missed their check out time. Dean had a definite limp to his gait as he walked to his car. They drove a few blocks to a diner, so Dean could eat breakfast before they got back on the road. “We are about 16 hours away from Yale, so we'll be there in two days which is two days ahead of schedule since I told Sammy a week. Not that he'll mind as he is probably going nuts not knowing why demons are after him.” Dean informed Gene as they were back on the road.

They stopped at Cleveland, Ohio for the night, and Gene took Dean to see the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. They were visiting after hours, but when you're a Hellhound's mate, you could enter anywhere at any time without any issues. Gene loved seeing his mate enthralled by all the exhibits of his favorite bands. When they left the Hall of Fame a few hours later, Dean showed Gene just how much he appreciated seeing all the rock memorabilia. Then every good show needs an encore. They fell asleep with Dean cuddled into Gene.

Today was their last long drive. They would be on the road just under nine hours. Dean was tired. His body was tired, and he just wanted to rest. He was 2-3 weeks pregnant with the pups depending on when they were conceived, and his body was working hard developing the embryos into pups. He looked at Gene and said, “I can't do a nine hour drive today. I just can't. We'll make it to White Haven, Pennsylvania, which is five hours away. There is a national forest right there, so we can camp, get you back out in nature, in your element. Mmhmm, yeah, seeing you in your prime, that will be good for you and me. We're doing that. And then we will be at Yale by noon tomorrow, which is still a day early and we’ll probably be there and reaching out to Sam only a couple of hours later than I would have reached out to him if we drove the whole way today.” That decided, he was in a chipper mood as he drove, knowing they would be in the state park in a few hours. Dean would be able to sit and relax while Gene went for a run.

It was beautiful at the state park. Dean picked a site close to the stream, and was fishing while Gene was off running, or hunting, or whatever Hellhounds did for fun. He had caught a string of fish and was cleaning them when Gene arrived back at the campsite. Dean smiled at his mate and said, “Did you enjoy your run? I enjoyed just sitting in my camping chair and catching fish.”

‘I went out and got you more provisions and food,’ Gene answered, giving his mate two plastic shopping bags. One held a cherry pie, and the other bag held maternity jeans and t-shirts, and some tiny panties. Dean held those up and looked at his mate with a cocked eyebrow. ‘They will sit under your belly, so the waistband won't annoy you like your boxers are. And they're satiny smooth, so they will feel really good when you wear them, and they will cover everything they need to,’ Gene said.

“This little triangle of satin will cover my cock? You're joking, right?” Dean said disbelievingly.

‘Why don't you try them on and see?’ Gene said innocently.

Dean snorted, but he kicked off his maternity jeans along with his boxers, and slipped on a burgundy pair of the satiny panties. “These feel really good,” he moaned as the slippery satin hugged his cock. He rubbed his cock through the panties, letting the silkiness glide over the sensitive skin, and a dot of pre-come smeared on the inside of the panties, calling out to Gene. Gene started licking the panties and the dampness made them cling to Dean's cock, and as Gene’s licks became more enthusiastic, the heat and wetness had Dean thrusting into Gene's tongue.

Dean’s cock poked out of the top of the panties as it filled out, and Dean's ass started leaking slick as Gene continued to stimulate his mate. As Dean was whimpering in need, Gene managed to work his cock into Dean's hole with the panties still on Dean, just pulled to the side far enough that Gene's cock had enough room to slide into Dean's hole. Gene started pounding his mate, and the panties would wrap tighter around Dean's dick as Gene pushed in and loosened slightly as Gene pulled out, and the taut dampness of the panties caressing his cock along with his mate's cock filling his hole, spearing his prostate, had Dean tumbling into his orgasm with Gene following shortly thereafter. As Dean laid there, panting, feeling his mate's cum enter him, he sighed in happiness and said, “I love the panties.”

After spending the night in the tent, sleeping soundly on his mate, Dean woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the conversation he would have with Sam later that day. He texted his brother letting him know they should be at Yale around noon, and to let him know when he was available to meet. He immediately received a response from Sam saying he got out of class at 12:50 and was available any time after that.

Dean and Gene were on the road by 7:30 AM. They made it to Yale by 10:30 AM, but Dean didn't want to talk with Sam until after his class, so they found a little house for rent right by owner outside New Haven, Connecticut, and booked it for two weeks. After dropping their bags inside of it, they headed to campus and found the coffee shop the students hung out at. Dean texted his brother where to meet him after class, then sat down with a cup of coffee to wait.

As he sat there waiting for his brother, he read a book that he had brought along to read. He didn’t notice the number of co-eds who were courageous enough to come up to him to flirt with him, and the number of co-eds who would back away, feeling threatened and not knowing why. Finally, Sam came through the coffee house doors, and Dean grinned and said in a slightly loud voice, “Sam!”

Sam looked over and saw Dean. He smiled and said, “Why don't we go back to my dorm room? I have a single, so I don't have a roommate to worry about.”

Dean agreed, and Sam showed them the way to his dorm room. After Sam closed the door to his room, Dean asked, “How has it been? Have any demons or other creatures found you?”

Sam replied, “I haven't seen anything, and I wear these glasses to every class or function I go to. What did you find out?”

“I believe the yellow eyed creature who dad has been chasing for 18 years is a demon named Azazel who was very upset at losing his ‘chosen one’ and losing his brother, who, get this, is the ‘righteous man'.” Dean paused and Sam snorted. Dean continued, saying, “I know right? I said they must not have watched any of my extra-curricular activities if they consider me the righteous man.”

“So, I'm the ‘chosen one'? But chosen for what?” Sam asked.

“We don't have a clue. Bobby is researching it to see if he can find something on it. Gene and I rented a FRBO house for a couple weeks that is a couple miles away from here. I will keep in touch with Bobby and keep you updated if anything is found. In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be on the lookout for anything hinky.” Dean looked around the room and smiled. “This room is much better than the last one.”

“I used the money you gave me and went on a Target run, grabbing everything I could possibly need and/or want for my room. I even bought a ton of snacks like you ordered. I should be set for a couple months with everything I got,” Sam said.

Dean reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, taking out another stack of twenties and handing it to Sam. “I know you need a winter coat and warm clothes. And, you need money for those late night munchies, or all the coffee you drink at the coffee shops. Just, mad money for you to get whatever you need or want. I know you need to study to get caught up on everything. Call if you need us, we are only ten minutes away, okay?”

Sam nodded, still stunned with the amount of money Dean gave him, again. “We will visit before we leave if we don't see each other before then. See ya, Sammy,” and with that, Dean slipped out of the dorm room and left.

Dean ran to a grocery store and grabbed some eggs, bacon, ground beef, potatoes, hamburger buns, a green pepper, mayonnaise, ketchup and a package of American cheese. When they got back to their house, Dean started to make potato salad. He was thinking about their meeting with Sam, and thought it had gone well. He wondered if Sam would call, or if they would just meet up the last day when he and Gene left. He turned to Gene and asked, “Do you have a home anywhere? I don't want to keep drifting. I want a place to settle down, to put down roots.”

“I only stayed in caves, I don't have home, per se,” Gene said. “I would be happy in a home with you, I would just ask that it is near a forested area.”

Dean nodded his assent. “Do you care if it is in a warmer area than Maine?” he asked his mate.

Gene replied, “Temperature doesn’t affect me, so anywhere you are comfortable is good by me.”

Dean finished cooking his dinner and sat down to eat. He thought for a minute and said, “The Rocky Mountains might be a good place to look for an abandoned cabin in the woods. If we can fix it up with some solar panels, a tankless water heater and an electric stove, that will be all I need. We can use an electric fireplace in the winter to heat it, and due to the shade from the forest, it shouldn't need an air conditioner. If it needs a furnace or air conditioner, I can install that, too. When our two weeks are up here, you should start looking for a home for us. I will need an access road and garage for Baby. That is my only condition.” Gene agreed with his mate's plan.

After dinner, they used the hot tub the owner had installed in the back yard. No one could see into the hot tub due to the trees and pergola with privacy fencing around it so Dean felt comfortable going into the hot tub in his birthday suit, and Gene was very happy with Dean’s decision. Gene watches as his mate relaxed in the water, and as he reached the epitome of relaxation, Gene entered the hot tub and put his paws on the edge of the tub and entered his mate.

Dean moaned as Gene's cock entered him. “I love the way you fill me up so completely,” he moaned. Gene started slowly thrusting into Dean as he nipped and licked his nubs, making the perky nipples stand at attention. His thrusts became faster, harder, the attention he was paying to Dean's nipples became more intense. Dean was moaning and whining, and he was holding on to Gene, his grasp getting tighter the closer he came to the grand finale.

As Gene's knot slid in and out of Dean, catching on the rim, but not enlarged enough to lock inside of Dean, Dean couldn't hold back any longer, and he hid his face in his mate's neck as he exploded. He bit Gene's neck as he came, the white tides pulsing out of him. Gene’s knot locked in Dean, and his cock pulsated as it spurt loads of cum inside Dean, marking him for all to know he was claimed.

Gene laid on his mate as they both came down from their highs, panting for breath. Dean hugged his mate to him, loving the feel of his weight holding down his body. “I'm 16-23 days pregnant, depending on when I actually conceived these pups. Are hellhound pregnancies similar to dog pregnancies in the fact that they are only 8-9 weeks long?” Dean asked his mate.

Gene thought for a few minutes then nodded his head. “Bitches are not pregnant for long. I think 8-9 weeks sounds about right. Then after you birth the pups, we raise them in Hell for 12 weeks, but they only nurse for 4-6 weeks of that. Then six months after you gave birth, you will go into heat again. If you follow the same timetable as Hell's bitches,” Gene explained.

“Wait. I nurse the pups? But I only have two nipples, and I'm pregnant with five pups!” Dean exclaimed.

Gene shrugged. “The first four weeks they feed from the mother exclusively, and then they are given kills to eat along with nursing, and by six weeks they are totally weaned.”

Dean was in a tailspin thinking about nursing his pups. “They could starve. I'd have to rotate them every half hour to make sure they all get enough to eat. This is going to be a nightmare,” he moaned.

“We will worry about the logistics of it when you get closer to delivery. Rest. We had a long week of driving, and your body needs rest,” Gene said as he disengaged from his mate and stood up, giving his mate a nudge to get out of the hot tub. Dean stumbled into the house and fell into bed, and was asleep in seconds with Gene cuddled around him.

Dean slept in until 9 AM, and he felt rested and refreshed. He stretched and grabbed his cell phone to call Bobby. Bobby answered on the third ring. “Y’ello,” Bobby said as he juggled his phone.

“Hey, Bobby, it's Dean. We are in New Haven, and I saw Sam yesterday and gave him the scoop,” Dean said.

“What'd he have to say about it?” Bobby ased.

“The same as the rest of us. What is he the chosen one for? And he snorted when I told him I was the righteous man,” Dean said, lightly laughing. “He is just as lost as the rest of us.”

“Well, I found a righteous man mentioned in regards to the Apocalypse, but it doesn't fit anything. The righteous man is supposed to break in Hell, and as he breaks, the first lock breaks, which starts the whole Apocalypse, but you aren't in Hell, and I haven't found anything Sam could be chosen for in that scenario. I will keep looking, but this is like trying to find a needle in a haystack,” Bobby summarized.

“I think even if I was found, I could no longer be the righteous ‘man' as I am pregnant with five pups. And, I don't believe I am human anymore, either. So whatever they were planning with the two of us, I blew out of the water by being cursed, and then mating with Gene,” Dean said thoughtfully.

Bobby hummed for a second while he was thinking about what Dean said, then he concurred. “I believe you are right about that. So you blew up their plans with the modifications you have undergone with the curse, and then by being mated to Gene, and then they lost Sam on top of that. You know, I wonder if they are aware of your changes? I bet they aren't. The mating bond can't be nullified in any way, right?” Bobby asked.

Dean looked to Gene, and Gene thought for a minute. “If I die before the first litter is born, or Dean miscarries the first litter, we can choose to break our bond. Once he delivers the first litter, then the bond is unbreakable.”

“Well, then you two need to stay hidden and safe for the next couple of months to ensure that bond is unbreakable. And Gene, you take him to a hidden pocket of Hell to have those pups. Once he births the first pup, it is game over for Azazel, but until then, he still has a chance to get his plans back on track, and we don't want to give him any opportunity to do that,” Bobby pointed out.

“Bobby, we are gonna go talk to Sam, and then go bury ourselves underground. I will text you once a week, so you know we are fine, but other than that, I won't be able to contact you for two months. We will let you know when the danger is over,” Dean informed Bobby. They said their good-byes and hung up.

Dean quickly texted Sam asking when he'd be available to see him today as there has been a change in plans. Sam texted back now, so Dean turned to his mate and said, “I am going to tell Sam about this newest update. I want you to go look for a home in the mountains for us. It can be in this area or really anywhere you find us a home with a garage. We will make whatever you find work. You will leave to look for the cabin when I go to meet with Sam, and hopefully you will find one and can return to me in an hour to take me to the cabin you found for us to stay in. We are not letting them break this bond, so we need to take the steps to make sure they don't find out about it until after the pups are born.”

Gene nodded in agreement, and they packed all of their provisions into the car, and Dean went to visit Sam as Gene looked for a cabin for them to stay in.

Sam grabbed Dean from the foyer of his dorm as soon as he arrived. They went to Sam's room to talk, and Dean filled Sam in on his call with Bobby. Sam was pacing and thinking. “So, as long as you can deliver the pups, and Gene stays alive, in six weeks this, whatever this is, will be over, because your part of the plan cannot be fulfilled,” Sam stated, looking at Dean for confirmation that his summation was correct.

“That is what we think. It makes sense, as from what Gene was able to find out from his trip to Hell, they need both of us to enact their plan. So our new plan is Gene and me going deep underground. I will contact Bobby once a week to let him know we are still alright. He will let Pastor Jim and you know, whether Pastor Jim or Bobby will text or call you, or if they will take turns, I don't know. Once the pups have been born, we will send the all clear to everyone. Gene is looking for our foxhole right now, so as soon as I leave your room, the new plan will be in play,” Dean informed Sam, explaining the details of their plan.

Sam nodded to show he was following along. “So you think in six weeks I won't need to wear the glasses anymore?” Sam asked.

“I think in six weeks, you could wear them once every week or so as a precaution, but they won't be needed like they are right now,” Dean answered. “With us going underground, I wanted to give you some more money, as I'm not sure when we will actually be able to stop by again. This way, I know you'll be okay until the end of the spring semester,” Dean said as he grabbed an envelope out of his leather coat and handed it to Sam.

“Be safe, and call Pastor Jim if you need anything or are having any issues. I will be ditching this phone, and I won't be able to give you a new number to contact me until after the pups have been born. So I will not be able to talk to you after today. Love ya, bro. Go make something of yourself.” And with that, Dean headed out of Sam's room, and headed to his mate so they could start the next chapter in their lives.

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Gene led Dean to a cabin he found about three hours west of Sam in the Catskill Mountains. There was a hidden access road to the cabin, which was one great room with a separate bedroom, and a bathroom with a small sink, toilet, and shower. It wasn't luxurious, but it had the basics Dean needed to live. Dean looked around a planned what was needed for them to live in the cabin for 5-6 weeks. He needed solar panels, tankless water heater, and a small washer dryer combo. He already had a hot plate, toaster oven and coffee maker in the Impala trunk, so they had all the cooking implements they needed.

They went to the local library and Dean was able to find a stackable washer and electric dryer for sale by owner online, and set up with the seller to pick those up in an hour. They went to a big box store and bought the tankless water heater and solar panels, then rented a truck to take his purchases home along with the second hand washer and dryer back to the cabin. He returned the truck and picked up bedding and a floor lamp at the local Target, plus a pizza from a local pizzeria before returning to the cabin for the night. He ate some of the pizza, then curled up with Gene on their new bed under the heavy comforter he bought and fell asleep.

In the morning he installed the solar panels and the tankless water heater. “Working all those construction jobs is coming in handy now,” he told his mate. He installed the washer and dryer in the master next to the bathroom, and viewed the cabin to see what else was needed before he and Gene could stay hunkered down for the next few weeks. “We need the fireplace heater as it is getting cold outside and in here, groceries, and then we should be set. Maybe a chest freezer, too, to hold all of the groceries. I will get the fireplace heater and chest freezer today, and tomorrow we will do a huge grocery shopping trip, and then we should be able to hide until the pups are born.”

Gene agreed with that plan and they went back to the big box store and bought a chest freezer and electric fireplace heater plus a small ceramic heater for the bedroom. Dean lugged everything in and plugged in the freezer then put together the fireplace heater and placed it in the center of the back wall between the windows. He plugged it in and turned it on, and he could feel the heat pouring out of it. “Much better,” he said as the room warmed up.

He pulled out the last of the provisions he had bought when he visited Sam, and made a couple eggs with bacon and hash browns for dinner, and then sat on the old couch in the great room curled up with his mate, watching the fake fire and feeling safe. The cabin was feeling like home already.

Before they went grocery shopping, Dean made a list of meals he would make over the next six weeks. Spaghetti and chili were two easy meals, beef stew, pulled pork, tacos, and he could make a pork loin, plus burgers between making all of the big meals. To get his daily fruit, he decided to have plain yogurt with frozen fruit and granola, and the yogurt would have to be changed to vanilla ice cream smoothies once the expiration date on the yogurt was reached. With the shopping list in hand, Dean was able to get everything he needed for the next six weeks. When all of the groceries were put away, both of the freezers and refrigerator were groaning they were so full.

Once the groceries were put away, Dean looked at Gene and said, “Now we have everything we need, and it is just us for the five weeks before our pups are born. Whatever should we do?”

Gene looked at his mate, who was in the process of disrobing, and watched the strip show his mate was putting on for him. First the plaid was peeled off his body, showing off his nice shoulders and arms. Then the jeans were slowly lowered, revealing a pair of black panties. Gene couldn't help but whine when he saw the panties. Dean had a devilish grin as he slowly removed his tank top, leaving the black panties in place.

He stepped up to Gene and said, “Do you like what you see?” Gene whined some more, and Dean responded by rubbing his cock through the panties, the satin showing exactly how turned on he was. Gene couldn't wait any longer, and he moved behind Dean, gently biting and tugging the panties down until his hole was exposed. He then pushed Dean over and into the breeding position, mounting Dean and thrusting until his cock pierced Dean’s passageway. He began pounding into his mate, driving deeper and harder, until he was hitting Dean's prostate with every pass.

Dean was moaning with high keens escaping his lips, as Gene's pace did not let up, and the continual rubbing of his prostate built the tension higher and higher until Gene's knot locked inside Dean, and Dean blew, moaning the whole time. Gene knotted Dean, and was pulsating inside him, spraying his walls with his cum, and Dean moaned at feeling each pulse of cum, his insides milking Gene, enticing every drop of cum to be expelled from Gene's body. Gene engulfed Dean with his body, literally wrapping him in his love, and Dean purred, showing his happiness and contentment with Gene's actions.

The next morning Dean realized he didn’t plan out any activities to keep himself busy for the next five weeks, so they quickly ran to a used book store and bought bags full of books and movies and then bought a TV/DVD combo. He also bought a Drexel and some wood try his hand at wood carving as he knew he wouldn’t be able to just sit around all day.

As he was driving back to the cabin, they passed a garage sale, and he stopped to look at the items. He found a few tapes to add to his collection, and a guitar with beginning guitar books. He had always wanted to learn, and now he had the time on his hands to do so. There was also a small three shelf bookcase which he grabbed to hold all their books, and possibly had enough room for the DVDs. He purchased the items and brought his finds to the cabin, and started to fill the bookcase with their books.

After walking around shopping all morning, Dean was ready to sit down and watch some movies. He cued up the original Star Wars Trilogy and settled in for the afternoon. Gene cuddled up with his mate on the couch, protecting him as he watched his movies and relaxed.

The next two weeks they fell into a routine. Dean would either practice guitar or his woodcarving in the morning, then when his body was tired after lunch he would read and watch the movies and TV shows he had on disc. Gene would leave in the morning for a few minutes, and Dean just figured he was patrolling the property, making sure no one was coming on their property close to their cabin. After two weeks Gene confessed to his mate about his daily activities, ‘I run down to hell every morning for a day or two to make sure both of you Winchesters are still hidden from the demons, and so far, they have no clue where either of you are.’

Dean was mad at Gene for lying by omission and for putting himself in danger. “You realize that if they had figured out where I was, and what happened to me, the easiest thing for them to do to rectify the situation is to off you. Do not do something so stupid and reckless again! These pups need their father and I need my mate! I am glad they have no idea where I am, because I am not leaving this cabin until I go into labor, so they will not be able to find me, and they won't know I’m mated to a Hellhound and figure out how to delete our bond. Even Baby is put away, hidden in the garage, so there is nothing sitting out in plain sight that would be an identifier for them to find me. Now, you are staying at home with me until I start my labor, capische? If you need to leave and run or hunt, so be it, but no more running back to hell.” Gene nodded his assent.

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Dean rolled over in bed, groaning. He had about two more weeks to go, and his stomach was getting huge! Gene still desired him as their sexual escapades would give testimony to, but moving around was getting harder to do. He felt like a beached whale with all of the machinations he had to do in order to get out of bed.

He itched his stomach, gearing himself up for the ordeal, when he felt a nub and a zing as he scratched the nub. “What the hell?” he said as he lifted his t-shirt. He started uncomprehendingly at the eight nubs on his chest and upper stomach. “Gene, do you see the extra nipples on my body, too, or am I hallucinating?” Dean called out to his mate.

Gene padded into their bedroom from the great room and said, “You definitely have eight nubs. Your body is preparing for the birth of our pups. You will now be able to feed all of them.”

“Well that takes away one worry I had, but now I look like a freak! Who else has eight nipples on their body? How on earth could this be attractive to anyone? I can never wear tight t-shirts again. Heck, even loose t-shirts might still show off the nubs. I might only be able to wear sweatshirts and sweaters,” Dean said as he started to hyperventilate.

Gene knew he had to do something fast to stop his mate's spiral, so he went up to him and licked a row of the nipples, and continued licking and nipping them until he heard heavy breathing from his mate and not the hyperventilating that he had been doing. He pushed him down so he was laying back on the bed, and continued to stimulate the left side of his chest, his long tongue able to stimulate all four nubs at once.

As he continued laving the nubs, he manhandled Dean until his ass was at the edge of the bed, and then, without breaking his attention to the nubs, he impaled Dean in a modified missionary style. He was pounding into Dean, his long cock thrusting in so hard, you could hear the skin clapping. Dean was moaning, holding Gene’s head to his chest as he wrapped his legs around Gene, egging him on with “Faster! Oh, god! Right there!” and “GeneGeneGeneGene GENE!!!” as he exploded, his hands digging into Gene's neck as his back arched and his cum flew everywhere.

Gene continued to thrust into his mate, while he licked his nubs, and then moved higher to his neck and ears. As he gave one last hard thrust, he knotted Dean, causing Dean to come a second time. Gene continued rabbit fucking Dean while they were knotted, and he continued stimulating his nipples and his sensitive spots on his neck.

He could feel Dean’s channel tightening around him, feel Dean milking his cock, as his thrusts drove his mate towards another orgasm. Dean's body locked up as it exploded a third time, his channel clamped tightly around Gene's cock, and Gene came vociferously, spraying Dean's walls as he pulsated inside Dean. Fully spent, Gene kissed his mate until his knot deflated. Gene laid down next to his mate, cuddling him as Dean tried to regulate his breathing.

When Dean could finally talk, he looked at his mate and said wryly, “You know, you can't always distract me with sex.”

‘It has worked so far,’ Gene answered smugly.

Dean blew a raspberry, then he conceded the point. “Be that as is it may, there will be a time when sex won't work as a distraction technique. What I said before you distracted me still stands. I cannot go out in public anymore unless I am wearing a sweatshirt or a sweater. I may be able to get away with a t-shirt with my leather jacket over it, but my time in the public eye is now severely limited. Prior to this, I knew as my pregnancy progressed, I wouldn’t be able to leave our property, but now I am further restricted. I love you, and I love the fact that I'm having your pups, but this complete exile from society is going to chafe.”

Gene thought for a minute and said, “We can get a glamour spell. It can hide your nipples and your pregnancy from everyone. Only those in the know would be able to see the changes.”

Dean mulled it over for a minute. “That would work. Because as much as I love being alone with you, there are times I just want to eat at a diner, or go to a bar, or go poking around in store, you know?” Dean replied. Dean thought for a moment and asked, “Could they glamour you, too? So you can eat with me at a diner, or hang out at a bar with me, or hold hands with me as we walk around a store? So people will stop hitting on me, or will hit on me less, if they can see I'm taken.”

Gene thought about it for a minute. “If we can find a powerful witch, I believe they could give me a physical appearance for others to see, but you would still see me as a Hellhound. Are you ok with not being able to see my human visage?”

Dean smiled and kissed Gene saying, “I am in love with YOU. I don't need to see a fake illusion of what you could look like as a human when I can see the real thing. I just don't want to be seen as alone out in public when I'm not, I have you.”

Gene nuzzled into Dean’s neck and said, “First thing, after you have had the pups, we will find a witch to perform two glamour spells for us. I, too, would like everyone to know you're taken by me,” he growled as he manhandled Dean into the breeding position and speared him on his cock, pummeling his backside, ramming his dick inside Dean, and Dean was moaning, cursing, and crying out to his mate.

“Oh, fuck! Just like that! Harder! Make me remember you own me! Yes, right there!” Dean babbled as Gene's thrusts kept getting stronger, deeper. Gene was pummeling Dean's prostate, each thrust nailing that bundle of nerves and sending sparks of pleasure through Dean’s system. He locked up as he came, clamping around Gene, and Gene howled as he knotted Dean, the tightness of Dean's channel milking him, squeezing every drop of cum from his body that it could get.

As he pulsated inside of Dean, Dean sighed and said, “This is where I belong. Impaled on your cock and boneless from you fucking me.” Gene came again just from his mate saying that. He couldn't stop himself from rabbit fucking Dean after that announcement. A statement like that just revved Gene up, and he was almost mindless in his lust for his mate.

He bit his mate on the shoulder as his thrusts hit home, and Dean wailed as he came again, but still it wasn't enough. Gene needed to own Dean, to make it known once a for all that they were mates, and Dean was his submissive. He gripped the back of Dean’s neck with his jaw, and thrust with all his might, impaling Dean, making him cry out with each thrust. As Dean came the final time, Gene thrust in Dean and his knot locked them together, and Gene came so hard that he whited out, which had never happened before.

As Gene came back to himself, he looked his mate over, frantic in his worry that he had harmed his mate with his animalistic mating. Dean looked at him with a content smile and said, “I don’t know what happened there, but we need to do that again. Just, not right now, because I don't think my ass could take it.”

Gene responded, “I think I was jealous of my glamoured self, and I had to prove to myself that you are mine.”

“Well, you can get jealous any time you want if you react like that,” Dean informed his mate as he snuggled further into Gene, and closed his eyes.

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The next week Dean’s stomach grew as the pups put on weight, preparing for birth. Gene and Dean were snowed in their cabin, and Dean appreciated the snow as it would make it almost impossible for the demons to find them. Dean was getting more nervous as his delivery date approached. He was down to the last few items to eat in the freezer, and as he counted down the final days, the dread in the pit of his stomach grew. He asked his mate, “How will I get into Hell? We can’t even leave our cabin right now.”

“If I want to go to Hell, a portal will open to Hell right in front of me. Since we are mated, you will be welcome in Hell with me. I will open the portal to an empty cave I know about. If they have figured out we are mated, they would not be waiting to ambush us there. And as added security for you and the pups, we will not enter Hell until the first pup is starting to breach, so we will arrive in Hell right before the first pup is born. And once he is delivered, our bond is permanent.” Gene explained.

Dean nodded his understanding. “So you and the pups will only be vulnerable for a minute. I like that the risk to you is minimized. I won’t be able to walk at that point, so how do you plan on bringing me into Hell?”

“I was thinking you could lay on our comforter on the floor, and I’d drag the comforter with you on it into Hell. Does that work for you?” Gene asked his mate.

Dean nodded. “Maybe place a couple of our blankets on top of the comforter, so the cave floor is as comfortable for us as possible.” He said thoughtfully.

“Whatever you want, after you have delivered the pups, I can leave Hell and get it for you. I already planned on leaving to get you food,” Gene stated, revealing he had been thinking about the logistics of the birth, and the time after the birth when they would be in Hell with their pups.

“But isn’t a few minutes here a full day there?” Dean asked fretfully.

“I’m a Hellhound. If I want to stay on Hell time I can. Don’t try to think too hard about it. Just know I’ll never be gone for more than five minutes. I wouldn’t let you be unprotected for more than that. The first thing I will grab for you once the pups are born is a demon killing knife. Lilith has one she gave to an underling, and I know where it is hidden,” Gene said with a knowing smirk. “Once you have that, you won’t be completely vulnerable when I’m gone.”

“It’s nice to know you are making plans for the birth, and afterwards, too. It makes me feel, oh, I don’t know, cared for? Maybe. Cherished? Just, it shows you care,” Dean said as he turned red with embarrassment.

“Dear heart, you are my mate, my life-long companion, my one and only, my love. Of course I am planning on the best ways to keep you safe. If something happens to you, I would be devastated. You are it for me. You’re mine and I’m yours,” Gene exclaimed, not understanding how his mate could doubt his love.

“It’s just, my dad was supposed to love me, and he was constantly putting me in danger. Sam supposedly loved me, but he was always running away from me. I have never had anyone worry about me before,” Dean said, trying to explain.

“I will do anything to make you happy. I think I need to show you that,” Gene said as he pounced on his mate and pulled down his maternity jeans and panties. He wrapped his tongue around Dean’s cock and tightened and loosened his grip, producing a cross between a hand job and a blow job. Dean held on to Gene’s head and neck as his synapses fired with the pleasurable explosions as that tongue tightened around his shaft. Dean was moaning, and gripped Gene’s fur tighter as he tried to hold back his orgasm. Dean failed as he tumbled headfirst into an explosion of pleasure. His legs gave out, and he was held up by leaning on Gene’s head.

When he could get his brain to animate his vocal chords, he was just able to say, “Wow!” If the pleased look Gene was wearing was anything to go by, he understood the layers that the wow encompassed.

About three days before his due date, Dean's lower back was killing him. His back was cramping from the weight of his stomach, and the belly band was not helping at all. He was rubbing his low back as he paced, trying to relieve the back pain. As he made yet another lap around the cabin, he felt liquid running down his legs. “What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. As he stood there stunned, he was wondering what just happened. Did one of the pups kick his bladder and make him pee himself?

As he stood there trying to figure it out, a sharp pain hit his lower abdomen. “Oh, fuck! Gene, I think I am in labor!” he wailed, trying to breath through the sharp pain. "I think my water just broke, and I'm starting to have contractions.”

Gene had been watching Dean pace all morning, and he knew his mate was in labor. He told his mate, ‘Let's get the blankets on the floor in the bedroom, and put anything you want brought into Hell on the blanket as well.’

Dean, even though he was in active labor, couldn’t leave the mess he made on the floor like that, so he wiped the floor up before heading to the bedroom. He had his first active labor pain as he reached the doorway, and chanted, “Shitshitshtshitshitshit,” until the pain had passed. He managed to get the comforter on the ground and top it with the blanket that was on the bed along with the throw from the back of the couch before another labor pain hit him.

He attempted to breathe through it as the online Lamaze class he took taught him, and it did help slightly. After the pain passed, he grabbed the two jugs of water, puppy shampoo and a bowl and placed them on the blanket. He leaned on the bed as he breathed through another labor pain, and then grabbed the baby washcloths and towels, a bowl, and the scissors to cut the umbilical chords. All of the supplies gathered, he stripped off the wet clothes and fell onto the blankets in the breeding position as that seemed to help the labor pains the most.

Gene added a six pack of sports drinks and a box of protein bar to the blankets, along with underwear and lounge pants for his mate, and then stayed by him, licking him and letting Dean squat and lean on him, and grasp his fur as he breathed through the pain. After about two hours of active labor, Dean said to Gene, “I really need to push.”

Gene moved his body so Dean could lean on his rump as he watched the birth canal. When the first pup was about to breach into the world, that is when he would pull the blanket into Hell. As Dean pushed, Gene kept his eye on Dean and the progress the pup was making. As soon as he saw it crown, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, and he moved Dean to the breeding position, opened a portal into the abandoned cave in Hell, and dragged the blanket into the abandoned cave. They made it just as Dean finished pushing the pup into the world. They looked at each other with relief knowing the bond was permanent and could not be broken.

‘You did it love. The pups are safe and our bond is unbreakable now,’ Gene said as he nuzzled his mate. He went over to the pup and moved it so it was next to Dean, and started licking and cleaning it.
There was a feeling of displaced air, then Azazel was in the cave with them. When he saw Dean had already birthed a pup, he snarled at Dean, “You have ruined everything! I will kill your mate and pups, so you will be in agony from their loss forever!”

As Azazel took a step toward Dean and the pup, Gene attacked. Gene was moving so fast that Dean couldn't tell exactly what he did to Azazel but the end result was that Azazel's body was in tiny pieces, and he had been unable to smoke out of it, so he was dead. Dean had just birthed pup #2, and was starting to bear down to push out pup #3 as Gene grabbed the comforter and dragged them through a series of portals.

The last portal he made, he threw and heavy rock through it, then moved the comforter with his loves into a cave just around the bend from the final portal he had manifested. He looked at the comforter and saw four pups next to Dean, and he was bearing down to push the fifth and final pup out. Gene manhandled Dean into a squatting position, and as Dean held on to Gene, he pushed out the fifth pup. Gene helped Dean to lay on his side and he licked the worst of the afterbirth off the pups, then handed them to Dean. Dean would help the pups latch on to his teats for their first feeding.

After all the pups were cleaned and feeding, Gene explained, “I portal hopped us through several areas of Hell, so if any demons were after us for killing Azazel, they would have a hard time following us. I made the last portal go to the 7th circle of Hell, so if they were die hard supporters of Azazel and managed to follow us through all of the portal jumps, they will be stuck in that realm for centuries. Just in case, I will stand lookout for the next couple of days before I get you the demon killing knife and go topside for supplies.”

Dean just nodded his head then fell asleep as the pups nursed. Dean woke up after a few hours, and he cut all the umbilical cords and bathed the pups in the bowl they had brought with the distilled water. He drank a couple sports drinks and ate a couple protein bars then fell back asleep. Gene didn't let his guard down for a minute. He was protecting his family, his loves, and especially his mate.

Once he was sure there wouldn't be any demons on their tail, he portaled to where the demon killing knife was hidden and grabbed it, returning to his mate and pups in under a minute. He stayed by them, cleaning the pups and his mate as they slept. Dean moaned and opened himself for his mate's tongue, welcoming it's attention. Gene continued to clean his mate, but didn't move to do anything else. He knew his mate wasn't up to it right now. He was still exhausted from birthing the pups, but Gene was happy to know he was still welcomed by his mate's body, however unconsciously he responded.

Dean awoke to Gene nudging him on the side. ‘I am going to go get you food and more sports drinks. Do you need anything else?’ Dean shook his head as he wasn't awake enough to talk. ‘The demon killing knife is next to your right hand. I shouldn't be more than five minutes.’ Gene took his leave, knowing his family would be okay for the few minutes he was gone.

He grabbed Dean a surf and turf platter and a twelve pack of sports drinks, plus a Dunkin' box of joe. He returned to see his mate pick up a pup and look at it's belly before putting it back on a teat. Gene set the food and drinks down and asked his mate, ‘Why are you looking at the pups bellies?’

Dean smiled at his mate and said, “I was looking to see if they were boys or girls. I wanted to know the sex of my kids.”

‘Oh,’ said Gene. ‘What did we have?’

“Three girls and two boys,” Dean answered.

‘You're sure we had three girls?’ Gene asked his mate, stunned.

“Positive.” Dean replied. “Why?”

‘Girl Hellhounds are rare. To have three girls in one litter is unheard of. We will have Hellhounds lined up to meet the girls, hoping to be their mates,’ Gene said.

“When will the suitors get here? How old will the girls be?” Dean asked.

‘They will get their first heat around six months. The suitors will start coming by the girls at around the time they turn four months. That is when they start emitting their scent,’ Gene said.

“Damn, the females mate young!” Dean exclaimed. Then he noticed the Box of Joe and he squealed, “Coffee! You do love me!” as he poured himself a cup of the ambrosia. He breathed in the coffee, just taking in the smell. Gene watched his mate, amused, as Dean took the first sip. A look not unlike his ‘O' face crossed his countenance. Gene felt his libido stir, and he talked it down as his mate would not be ready for sexual pursuits this soon after giving birth.

After Dean drank some of his coffee, he asked, “So how will our daughters pick their mates. Don't tell me the first male to get his cock in them gets to claim them. I might have to shoot someone if that is the case.”

Gene said, ‘They pick the same way I picked you. The smell will draw the suitors, and our daughters will pick the suitor who smells right.’

Dean nodded. “So they get the final say. I can live with that. So our sons most likely won't find a mate for a long time since females are so rare, right?”

‘The likelihood of them finding a mate is almost nil. That is why we will have hellhounds clamoring to meet our daughters,’ Gene said sadly.

“Well, shit. I would've saved that spell if I had known my sons might need it,” Dean said.

Gene just looked at his mate. “I would have made sure their possible mate would agree to the mating first,” Dean grumbled looking away from Gene, embarrassed he knew him so well.

He noticed the carryout container and grabbed it, opened it up and moaned. He ate the stuffed crab and steak, moaning all the while. He glanced at his mate and saw little gene peaking out at him. He took the potato wedges and sucked them in his mouth like he was deep throating them. He spared another glance at his mate, and Gene was staring at his mouth, transfixed. There was a dish of crème brulee for dessert, and Dean made sure to lick his spoon after each bite and moan. Gene was holding himself back, so as the final tease, Dean got in the breeding position.

Gene lost his control with that move, and mounted his mate and had him impaled before Dean was fully planted in the breeding position. Gene was out of control, thrusting fast and furious, his teeth latched to the back of Dean's neck as he growled.

Dean was emitting uhhs with every sharp thrust, and he was pushing back, trying to get Gene in deeper, harder. Dean was being sent higher and higher with every thrust until he was wailing as he came. He muscles locked up as he came, locking around Gene's member, forcing his knot to inflate and lock inside Dean. Gene exploded, spraying loads of cum against Dean's walls. Dean purred, feeling his mate fill him up with his cum, and loving every second of it.

As Gene came down, he was horrified at what he had done. As they untied and he slipped out, he was whining, and he said, ‘Dean! Are you ok? I lost control, and you just had the pups and were probably still sore, and I can’t believe I was rough wi-‘ lips slammed on his snout as arms encircled his neck, and then a tongue coaxed his out to play. After a few minutes, Dean moved back, smiling at his mate.

“First, I teased you until I broke your control. I knew EXACTLY what I was doing to you. Second, I was healed from giving birth a few hours after I pushed out the last pup. Hellhound healing is awesome. Third, I am a 22 year old human with a very high libido. I don’t know when bitches normally have sex with their mates after giving birth, but this bitch is ready for his mate now. The pups had just finished feeding, and they don’t need to eat again for a few hours, so I wrapped them up in the blankets and I took advantage of that down time. You did everything right. Everything I wanted and more. Understand?” Dean explained as he looked in his mate in the eyes.

Gene peered in his mate's eyes and saw he was telling the truth, and his anxiety over possibly forcing his mate into something he didn't want left him. ‘I was afraid I forced you like when we met,’ Gene said lowly not meeting his mate's eyes.

“Babe, you have blanket consent from me. If I am ever, truly not in the mood, I will let you know, but you have to understand, I am a 22 year old human male with a naturally high libido. I would have sex 24 hours a day if I could. Just because the pups were born, the basic wiring of me is still the same. I love sex. And sex with you is immensely better than any of the one night stands I had before you came along. Therefore, I love sex with you and want your cock inside me as much as possible, at all times, understand,” Dean explained as his hand drifted towards his mate's cock, and then he was massaging his mate’s balls by the end of his explanation.

Gene nipped one of his teats and milk came out. He suckled that teat, and Dean moaned, feeling his hole get wet as his mate stimulated his nipple. This was so different from when he fed his pups. Then he felt love and contentment. Gene was causing him to feel like he could come from the nipple stimulation alone. His hand went to stroke his cock, and Gene slapped it down then held his arm in place with his paw. ‘Mine,’ he said as he went back to Dean's nipple and nipped it, bringing forth a deep moan from Dean.

Gene flipped his mate over and speared his tongue inside him, just slightly brushing that bundle of nerves, not enough to get Dean off, but enough to drive him insane with need. Dean was whining, tears rolling down his face from the orgasm denial, as Gene continued to tease him. Dean was begging his mate, “Please, Gene! I can't take any more! Oh, your tongue…. Just one hard rub is all I need! Ugh! Pleeeease!!!!”

On the last please, Gene impaled Dean on his cock, and he thrust two times and Dean was coming with a wail, his insides quaking with the force of his orgasm, and as Dean's muscles clamped around Gene, and his insides vibrated along Gene's cock, he came with a roar, thrusting as hard as he could without ripping his knot out of Dean. Dean’s bones felt like jelly, and as his mate kept thrusting inside of him, hitting that tormented spot, the sparks of pleasure continually flooded Dean's system until he was coming, arching his back, screaming his release, and as the last drop flew from his cock he flopped down, gasping for breath, completely and utterly sated. The mates curled around each other and laid as one.

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Dean had just finished feeding the pups when he thought of something. “Gene, you said we only had to be down here for 12 weeks with the pups, but the girls won't get suitors until four months and mate until six months. What happens with the pups until then? Do they go to a pack area or something?”

‘They are on their own. We let them loose on their own at twelve weeks. If they can survive until they hit the year mark, they will officially be a Hound of Hell or a Hellhound as you know us,’ Gene informed his mate.

“I don't think I can agree with doing that,” Dean said. “So, is the reason we are down here twelve weeks so we can let them loose in the wild at that point, or do they need the atmosphere of Hell to develop?”

Gene thought about it for a minute. “I don't know. That is just what has always been done.”

“Well, your mate is human and misses all of the human comforts and entertainment on earth. So, we are going to go back to our cabin, where we will call everyone and let them know the pups were born, and Azazel is dead so the danger has passed, and everyone should be safe. We will go see Sam and let him meet his nieces and nephews, then talk to Bobby and see if we could raise our pups on his property. If he doesn't feel comfortable with us raising our pups there, you will find a cabin for us to make our home. Either way, after we are settled in, you will find a practitioner to complete the glamour spells we talked about. Our pups will be raised with us on earth, and they will not be starved to death or eaten or whatever other dangers lurk here in your thunder dome.” Dean stated firmly. “The pups just ate and are asleep on the comforter, so bring us back to the cabin now.”

Gene listened to his mate and opened the portal to their cabin in the Catskills. They turned on the fireplace heater and placed the pups in front of it to keep them warm. Dean got out his satellite phone and called Sam. Sam answered with a hesitant, “Hello?”

“Sam, the pups have been born, and Azazel is dead. You should be safe, and demons should no longer be after you,” Dean said in a rush.

Sam let out peal of laughter he was so relieved. “School is letting out for Christmas break. Why don't I meet you and spend break with you and Gene?” Sam said.

“I was just gonna call Bobby and see if we can raise the pups on his property. It’s a long story. Can you give me two hours before I tell you for sure where we are going to be for your break?” Dean asked Sam.

“Of course. I have a final first thing tomorrow morning, so I can't leave until lunch time tomorrow, anyway,” Sam said.

“Do you want me to call you after I get off the phone with Bobby, or tomorrow after your final? I remember how you studied for your finals,” Dean stated, grimacing at the memories.

“You can call me today as I only have one final tomorrow. I'm gonna run, talk to you in a little,” Sam said.

“Ok, bye,” Dean answered and hung up. “Sam wants to be with us for the holidays, so if Bobby won't take us, we will need a two bedroom, one bathroom place. Ugh. I mean, I'm happy he wants to see me, but it makes everything a little more difficult,” Dean informed his mate, and then he dialed Bobby's number.

“Singer residence,” Bobby answered.

“Bobby, it's me, Dean. We have had the pups, and Azazel is dead. The demons should not be after us anymore,” Dean said in greeting.

“Dean! Glad you’re alright, boy. Gene okay, too?” Bobby asked.

“Yep! We are both back on earth with our five three day old pups,” Dean stated.

“I thought the pups had to be born in Hell, didn't they have to be raised there, too?” Bobby asked.

“The only reason Gene could give me for staying in Hell for twelve weeks was that we left the pups at twelve weeks to let them possibly starve to death or be killed, and that is NOT gonna happen to my pups. Gene couldn't say if they needed the atmosphere of Hell to develop, so you could say we are experimenting,” Dean relayed to Bobby.

Bobby harrumphed then said, “You should bring the pups here. I could help you by cooking meals, or watching the pups so you can rest. It is times like these you need your family. I might not be blood, but I'm still your family,” Bobby said.

Dean had a huge smile on his face as he said, “Would you mind if Sam came over for the holidays, too? He just asked to spend the holidays with me.”

“The more the merrier,” Bobby responded. “I will clean out the heated shed for your family. Do you want a bed or just the largest camp cot or even a mattress that I can find covered in blankets? Would the pups fall off a bed?”

Dean had tears in his eyes as he answered, “The camping cot with blankets is probably best. We will bring our blankets, too, so the bed will be nice and plush.”

“Sounds like a plan. So, I'll see you in three days about?” Bobby asked.

“We can't leave until tomorrow afternoon, after Sammy's last final, so late on the third day, early on the fourth day. We'll call you each night and let you know how far we made it, so you have a good idea about when we will be there,” Dean planned out.

“Ok, son. Get here safe. Talk to you tomorrow,” Bobby responded.

“Bye, Bobby,” Dean said as he ended the call.

“Bobby offered to let us stay with him, and he's setting up the heated out building for us, and adding a camping cot with blankets for us and the pups. This is more than I ever expected,” Dean said in one breath to his mate, as he started to get overwhelmed by his remaining family showing that they cared about him and his little family.

Gene snuggled with his mate until they heard little mewls, then Dean moved over to the little nest to feed the pups. Gene loved seeing his mate feed their children. To see his kids suck at the teats, and know they were getting their sustenance from his mate, their mom, warmed his heart. He left the cabin to get his mate food, and to see if the Impala and the access road would have to be dug out for them to pick up Sam the next day.

They left the next morning after they fed the pups. Dean started the car before the pups ate, so it would be nice and warm when they placed them in the back seat. Dean put both of the bed pillows in the passenger side well, one to block the space under the front seat, and one on the floor to give the pups a soft bed. He placed one of the throw blankets the pups laid on over the pillow, then he brought the pups out of the cabin in a covered basket. He moved them from the basket to their little makeshift bed, and they curled around their siblings and slept. They had already packed everything else in the trunk, so they headed towards Yale to pick up Sam.

They made it to New Haven, Connecticut, and texted Sam to let him know they were in the area when he was ready to leave. Then Dean moved to the back seat and moved the pups up onto the bench seat so they could feed. Gene had picked up baby shades for the side windows, so no one could see his mate feed the pups. Sam texted back that he was ready to go just as Dean had laid the last pup in their bed and moved back to the front seat.

As they drove up to Sam's dorm, he walked out to meet them. He threw his bags into the trunk and Gene moved to the back seat as Sam climbed in the passenger seat. He looked behind him at the bed and couldn't see the pups or Gene, so he took the glasses out of his inner coat pocket and got his first look at his nieces and nephews. “They are so cute. What did you have?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean moved into traffic and then answered, “Three girls and two boys. Gene said girls are very rare, but as they let their kids fend for themselves at three months, I wonder if the girls just perish on their own. I mean, I always did better if I had family around me. Maybe girl Hellhounds are the same.”

Sam pursed his lips in thought. “You might have something there. You know, your kids are going to be smarter than normal Hellhounds. Gene is very intelligent and so are you. I could see the two of you, or some of your kids, leading a Hellhound revolution. Just because something has always been done, doesn't mean it's right.”

“Yeah, well right now all they are doing is going after the tittie bar. In about two and a half hours we need to stop to get gas and food, and then you will be driving as I go to the back seat to feed the munchkins. I figure if you take over driving, we can probably drive for nine maybe ten hours today, so we could conceivably make Bobby's by 8:00 tomorrow night. Are you okay with driving the Impala?” Dean asked Sam.

“I am definitely okay with driving her, but you have never given up control of her before. I'm surprised you're letting me drive her now,” Sam responded.

“She will always be my Baby, but I have actual babies, and their wellbeing has to come before her. I know you can drive, and you are a good driver. It is time for me to relax a little bit. Besides, I'm married to a Hellhound. I am sure the leather is going to get sliced at some point. It is inevitable.” Dean said and shrugged his shoulders.

Sam stared at his brother and said, “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?”

“The last few months I had a shift in my priorities, and unfortunately, Baby came in last. That’s not to say I don't love her, and I will do my best to keep her mint, but washing and waxing her comes after taking care of my pups and mate," Dean said pragmatically. “Now, tell me about your semester. Did you make any friends?”

They talked about Yale for the next couple of hours. Dean stopped at a gas station two hours and twenty-two minutes later. He filled Baby's gas tank, got a snack for himself, and then laid across the back seat as he picked up the pups and helped them latch on to his teats. Sam's eyes got big when he noticed the new additions to Dean's chest. He didn't say anything, but he looked into the rearview mirror to check out his brother nursing his five pups a lot more than necessary.

Dean fell asleep while nursing his pups, so Sam let him sleep and drove for five hours, until he had to pull over to get gas. Although he was as quiet as possible, his brother woke up when the nozzle went in the gas tank. He rubbed his eyes, placed the pups on their bed and went into the gas station for a bathroom break and refreshments Sam presumed. Dean came out of the gas station with sports drinks and a bag which Sam assumed held junk food. To his surprise, it held grapes and a few wraps. “I bought you a couple wraps since you haven't eaten in a while. If you want some grapes help yourself. I can drive for a couple hours and then we'll only have ten hours on the road tomorrow.” Sam gratefully moved to the passenger seat and ate the wraps Dean bought him.

They stopped at a hotel and got a two-bedroom suite. Dean brought in the basket with the pups snuggled inside, and he and Gene took the pups into their room while Sam crashed in his bed. The next morning, Sam knocked on the bedroom door to see if Dean was ready to go, and the door swung open when he knocked. He saw that Dean had made a nest on the floor, and slept there with the pups and Gene. He was nursing the pups, and he looked so content nursing his kids, that Sam felt guilty for intruding on that private moment. Dean made eye contact and mouthed fifteen minutes. Sam nodded and left the room.

He went down to the free buffet breakfast and grabbed two to go containers loaded with scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and he buttered two English muffins for each of them. He got a carrier for the cups, and got 4 cups of coffee. He brought everything upstairs just in time for Dean to open his bedroom door. Dean saw the food and coffee and just about squealed in joy. They quickly ate their breakfasts then got on the road to Bobby's.

They pulled into Bobby's at 8:00 that night. They saw an unfamiliar car there, so Dean waited in the car while Sam knocked on the door. The door opened and Pastor Jim was at the door. Dean and Gene exited the car, and Dean loaded the pups into their basket to bring them inside the house. By the time Dean entered, Bobby and Pastor Jim had their glasses on. Dean pulled back the blanket and both Pastor Jim and Bobby melted. “Can we hold them?” Pastor Jim asked.

“I think so. You are the first person besides me to do so, so they might fidget at first,” Dean said. Both Bobby and Pastor Jim were right in Dean's face waiting to be handed a pup to hold. “Geez,” he said to Sam and Gene, “the grandpas sure are pushy. Here you go,” he handed a puppy to Pastor Jim, “and here is one for you,” and he handed a pup to Bobby. “Uncle Sam, come here and hold one of your nieces or nephews.” Sam came up and gingerly held a pup. Dean held the last two pups in his arms so no one was left out of snuggle time.

“Look how sweet the little tikes are. I just want to cuddle all of them,” Pastor Jim said while cooing at the pup in his arms.

“This one has Dean's impishness. You can see it in his eyes,” Bobby said while smiling down at the pup in his arms, completely infatuated.

“I can't believe I am actually holding my niece,” Sam said in awe that his brother handed him his child to hold and dote on.

Dean leaned against Gene and smiled. His family would help him and Gene raise their pups, and they would determine the right way to raise the pups, together.