Precious Gift

A/N: So I looked back and noticed this story I started. Don't worry, I will finish my other stories!

Pairings: Sam/Dean, Castiel/Tessa, Zachariah/Lisa

Warnings: Slash (Sam/Dean), knotting, mpreg in later chapters.

Also Sam's native language is in italics.

Dean stared at his brother with disbelief in his emerald orbs. There was no room for argument in Zachariah's stern face.

"Brother…" Dean began before he was rudely cut off.

"NO!" Zachariah shouted angrily, "My decision is final!"

The young blond opened his mouth to protest, but closed his mouth without uttering a word. He could not go against his brother. After all, his brother's word was law. Zachariah saw the defeat in his younger brother's eyes and smiled.

"You will marry the leader of the Dragon Clan dear brother," Zachariah stated.

Dean closed his eyes. He did not wish to marry that brute of a leader. The nomadic Dragon Clan is known for their savage ways. This was not the way Dean wanted to get married. But their tribe is at war, and the Dragon people are skilled warriors. They have yet to lose a battle in all their history. If Dean's family did not get the aid of the powerful warriors, then their enemies would.

Zachariah took a few steps closer to his sibling. "If I had to whore you out to the leader and all the members of the Dragon Clan to keep my throne, I would," he whispered in his sibling's ear.

Dean's eyes widened. His brother wouldn't. No wait, Zachariah would; after all he is capable of anything. Zachariah walked out of the room with a male on his pale face leaving Dean alone in the Great Hall.

Dean just stood there as the thoughts raced through his mind. There was no escape for him. He was going to marry Sam, the Rājā or leader of the Dragon Clan. Dean has never even met his betrothed. The young man looked up to the paintings on the wall of past leaders that ruled the Phoenix Tribe. One specific painting caught the blonde's attention.

"I wish you were here father," Dean softly whispered to the painting.

He stared at the painting for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and walking out of the room.

Castiel stared at his best friend with sympathy in his ocean depths of eyes. He watched as Dean plopped down on his bed with a weary sigh.

"I am to meet Sam tomorrow when he arrives," the prince spoke in a quiet voice.

Castiel wished he could help his friend, but he did not know how. The blond lifted his head to look at his beloved friend.

"I don't want to do this Cas," Dean added in a broken voice.

Cas could hear the resignation in his best friend's voice. He may not know how to help, but at least he could be there for his friend.

With his bright blue eyes, Castiel is considered a rarity among his people. With a few exceptions, the people of the Phoenix Tribe have dark brown or jet black hair with matching dark eyes. It makes Dean an exotic rarity among his people with his dark golden hair and bright green eyes like gemstones. Maybe that's why Dean is a gift being given away to the Dragon Clan, his looks made the prince one of a kind. Then again, Dean does take after his mother….

Dean and Zachariah's father was the legendary ruler John. He was a great ruler to his people. He was kind, fair, and just. But he was troubled in his life when love was concerned. When John took the throne, he was married to the future queen, Meg, in an arranged marriage. It was a political wedding between the royal family and the wealthiest aristocrat family. Meg and John were far from being in love. Soon after their marriage, they conceived the heir to the throne. Zachariah was born on the couple's second anniversary. But still the royal couple was not happy. Meg had a lover before she became betrothed to the future king. And it was this lover that owned the queen's heart. Three years after Zachariah was born, Meg ran off with her lover. She left her son and king behind without ever looking back.

For two years, John raised his son alone. But one day changed all of that. A neighboring tribe visited the Phoenix Tribe to work out trade. That is how John met Mary. She was unlike anyone the king had ever met. She was the only daughter of a successful businessman. John was immediately taken by her and her exotic beauty. The two fell madly in love over the course of the negotiations between their peoples. When the trade was settled, John asked Mary to say with him. They did not realize yet at the time that they had conceived a child together. Under Phoenix law, there can only be one queen for the Phoenix Tribe, but the king did not care. His life was not complete without his beautiful Mary at his side. And Mary only wanted John, so she stayed with her lover. Nine months later, Mary gave birth to a beautiful son named Dean. Three years after that, they had another child. This time it was a daughter by the name of Tessa.

Like Mary, Dean got his light hair color and bright gem eyes. He was the spitting image of his mother. On the other hand, their daughter Tessa took after her father. Like the king, she has midnight black hair and deep brown eyes with a hint of grey in them. The royal family was happy and blessed by the gods.

When Dean turned sixteen, the king caught a terrible illness. He spent a year valiantly fighting the disease. But it was not meant to be, and the king's spirit returned to the heavens to be with the gods. Zachariah took his role as the next ruler of the clan. The crown prince had never like Mary, and he believed she was an embarrassment to the royal family. Shortly after taking the throne, he banished her from the kingdom's lands. Having no power of her own, Mary fled back to her birth lands, leaving her children behind. It broke Dean's heart when his mother left. And since then things have never been the same. Cas knew Dean had never gotten over it.

"At least things are better for Tessa," the prince suddenly stated.

Castiel blinked himself away from his thoughts. A small, sweet smile formed on his chapped lips.

"Yeah," he responded in a dreamy voice.

Dean laughed in response. Castiel was not only Dean's best friend, but also his sister's betrothed. Now that Tessa has reached of age, it is Zachariah's duty to find a suitable husband for her. It was a choice between two men who were both from well background families: Castiel and another man by the name of Crowley. Tessa and Castiel always had a thing for one another so it was no contest.

"Lisa gave her approval to our union, and she got our great king to give his blessing," Castiel said with a laugh.

Dean scowled at the name of the queen and his brother's wife. When they were younger, Dean was madly in love with Lisa. She was the perfect representation of their people. She had long silky black hair and chocolaty brown eyes that could capture a man in. They had courted for over a year. Little did the naive prince know that his lover had caught Zachariah's eye. And when Zachariah took the throne, he asked Lisa to be his queen. She did come from the right family, and she loved the idea of being a queen. Now she is pregnant with the future king of the Phoenix Tribe. And Dean was left alone with a broken heart.

Castiel noticed the disdain on his friend's face. "Still can't be in the same room with her?" he asked half-jokingly.

Castiel pretty much knew the answer to his own question. Once when Dean's trust is broken, it is near impossible to ever gain his forgiveness. "Only when it is necessary," the prince replied in a monotone laced with hidden anger.

There was a knock on the door. Dean sat up on his bed, and Castiel turned his body to see who it was.

"Door's open," the blond shouted.

The door opened, and the princess walked inside. Dean instantly smiled at his favorite sibling.

"Hey little sis," he greeted.

Tessa returned the smile with one of her own and gave her big brother a hug. She then kissed her betrothed on the cheek and sat down beside him.

"How are you doing Deanie?" she asked in all seriousness.

Tessa had heard of her brother's engagement from her sister in law. The princess was growing to hate her eldest brother and his wife more and more each day.

"I'm fine Tess," Dean lied.

Tessa raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Like she believed him. The prince noticed the weariness in his sister's eyes. So he put a smile on his face to make everything better.

"Everything is going to be alright," he spoke.

The sadness the young woman felt finally showed on her beautiful face. "Promise?" she really needed to hear it was going to be alright.

Dean grabbed his sister's hand. "Promise," he vowed.

Now only he needed to believe that himself.

Dean closed his eyes. It was his wedding day today, and here he is sitting beside his giant husband. The ruler of the Dragon Clan sat there silently as the ceremony proceeded. His chestnut hair was shaggy except for the long braid that fell down his broad, muscled back. His broad shoulders were set in a pensive stance, and his strong face almost seemed to be locked in a brooding expression. The blond wondered what was going through his husband's mind. Is this what life is going to be like for the prince for now on?

Looking around, the blond was slightly horrified by what he saw. All the members of Sam's clan showed up for the wedding. All around the couple, the members of the unfamiliar clan were engaged in uncivilized acts. Dean watched as fights broke out around him. Some of the strange men even took women and even other men right then and there like animals. The green-eyed male's eyes focused back in front of him and to the side where his brother sat. Zachariah sat on his throne with a blank expression on his face. Lisa sat beside him on her own throne, a hand placed on her stomach swollen with pregnancy. Dean closed his eyes praying to the gods things could go back to normal. Bit who was he kidding. That was merely a hope, a dream, and this is reality.

Before the prince knew it, the ceremony was completed. Sam stood up from his seat and took a step forward. He then glanced back at his new queen.

"Rānī," he barked.

Dean blinked and stood up. He had no idea what was going on. In front of the couple there was a mattress. The blond looked back to his brother who had a knowing smirk on his face. Tessa and Castiel looked at one another with matching worried expressions.

"Rānī," Sam called out once more.

Dean noticed his husband's hand was outstretched. Gulping, the prince took the offered hand.

Dean noticed now everyone who attended the wedding focused their attention on the couple. Panic started to flood the blond. What was going to happen now? Once they were beside the mattress, Sam turned back to his Rānī. He pulled the shorter male into his arms. Dean tensed as he felt his husband pull on the belt that held his robe together. The prince bit his bottom lip. No they weren't, not yet; not in front of everyone. He is shaking in fear wen his husband pushed away the clothing that covered his naked body. Dean closed his eyes. It was like he could feel everyone's eyes staring at him, judging him. This was not the way it was supposed to be.

Tessa saw the utter fear on her brother's face. She stood up intending to aid her brother, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. She glanced to her right at her betrothed.

"Castiel," she chastised, "I have to do something. Look at Dean. He doesn't want this."

But all her betrothed did was shake his head.

"There is nothing you can do Tessa," he replied.

Biting her lip, the Phoenix princess sat back down with a scowl on her face. Cas turned his head to look at his love right in the eye. "It is tradition. The Rājā must claim his Rānī in front of his whole clan to prove that no one else is allowed to touch the Rānī," he explained.

Tessa shook her head. She knew she had no right to go against the ancient customs of the Dragon Clan, but it did not mean she had to like it.

Dean felt the hard line of Sam's erection ride the crease of his ass. "No, please," he pleaded.

It did not even seem like the Rājā heard him. Dean turned his head away from his new husband. Was it not obvious he did not want this? Damn Zachariah for forcing him into this. And damn Sam for not even giving Dean a choice. Without realizing his actions had done, Dean bared his throat to his husband. Sam immediately latched on and bit down. Dean cried out as the teeth broke through skin, but his cry was drowned out by the applause form Sam's people. The blond male tried to pull away, but the hold was too strong for him as his husband drank his blood. Sam grabbed his queen's hips in a bruising grip.

"Stop," Dean whispered.

Once again, Sam gave no inclination of hearing his Rānī. He rolled his hips against his bride one more time. Dean is almost positive that it will not fit inside of him. With a sudden push, Dean is on his hands and knees on the mattress. He glanced back at his husband and sees the Rājā studying him. Then Sam is on his knees behind him. All that Dean can think about is that he does not want to be taken like some kind of animal, some bitch in heat. He tries to crawl forward, but there is a feral growl from Sam and a hand on the back of his neck pushing him low to the ground. The only thing Dean tries to do now is prevent himself from crying.

Tessa is not sure if she can watch this. She glances at the members of the Dragon Clan. They are all licking their lips in anticipation at their Rājā's claim. Tessa cannot help but feel sick. She then glances at the two thrones that her rulers sit upon. Lisa has closed her eyes and tuned out her former lover's anguish. Bitch. Zachariah has a sick smirk on his face. The bastard probably knew what would happen the whole time and never gave his brother any warning.

Dean feels like he is caged within the hard muscles that make up the Rājā. He has yet to stop shaking underneath the larger male. Continually running through Dean's head is that the Dragon leader is about to take him and more than likely without a care that he will hurt Dean. Sam kicked out his bride's knees and Dean is further lowered to the soft mattress. He steels himself by taking a deep breath and gritting his teeth for the pain that is to come. He wished he was a woman who is capable of producing natural fluids to ease what he is about to endure. Dean screams as Sam penetrates him. The Dragon Clan shouts for joy. The blonde's hands squeeze the mattress until his knuckles are white. It hurts so much, and he desperately wants to away from the agonizing pain, but there is nowhere to run.

Sam growls as he bottoms out inside his Rānī. He grips the submissive male's hips tighter as Dean's body convulses. His Rānī has a lot of fight, and he likes that. The powerful warrior then bends over his queen and releases the brutal hold on Dean's hips to take his hands in his, slotting their fingers together. There are tears running down Dean's freckled cheeks. He feels so owned, used and dirty. There is so much pain and it is hard to breathe. He can feel his husband's breaths and pants above him, and Dean still feels like nothing more than some bitch in heat to mount. Maybe that is all he is to Sam. Another sob escapes the green-eyed male as Sam pulls out slowly only to thrust back in harshly. Again and again it happens as the Dragon leader sets up this brutal pace inside of him.

Sam breathes in his new Rānī's scent. It is not what he wanted. He smells no pheromones on his Rānī, no desire to mate. And that simply will not suffice. If there were to create an heir, his Rānī must be an active participant. Sam licks up a line on the back of his bride's neck and over the bite mark he delivered. He changed the pace and angle of his hips to make them shallower, so they are merely rutting now. Sam knew his Rānī is a virgin and unused to being mounted and claimed. Be he will learn and love it.

Dean gasps at the feeling of such fullness inside of him. Then Sam is bucking up against something inside the blond that makes sparks fly. Dean bites his lips as his own manhood is awakened and filling with blood at such a pleasurable sensation. He never saw the smirk on Sam's face as the pleasure took hold of him. Sam continues to hit that spot inside of Dean causing him to whimper and moan in pleasure.

"Oh yes. Please right there. Again," he cries in passion.

Once again Sam buries his nose in his Rānī's neck. The potent smell of arousal is hard to miss. He is pleasuring his new queen, good. Dean is the queen since he is the woman. He will carry Sam's seed; there is no question of gender involved at all.

"Rānī," Sam whispers as he lets go of Dean's right hand to feel his new queen.

He runs his hands down the submissive male's chest and stopping at his bride's stomach. Sam imagines it filling with his heir, and his thrusts become harder. But Dean pays no mind for he is too lost in his own pleasure now.

There is only the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the beautiful moans of Dean combined with Sam's heavy breathing. Sam hauls himself onto his knees and cages his lover in the circle of his muscular arms. Dean's legs fall on either side of his husband, and his erection is on display for all to see. For everyone to know the Rājā is pleasing his Rānī so well. Dean rolled his head back onto Sam's shoulder as he whimpers at the pleasurable sensation consuming him.

Sam turned his head to whisper in Dean's ear, "Rānī… So beautiful and so responsive. All mine. Take my seed and swell with my child Dean."

The Rājā knows his Rānī cannot understand him, but it does not stop him from understanding his name. Dean glances into his husband's eyes and sees a warmth there that he had never seen. The blond lets out a breathy moan as Sam's hand wraps around is pulsing cock. Dean shudders and his expressive eyes flutter close. Still so beautiful and responsive as he rolls his head back onto his husband's shoulder. It did not take long before Dean was done. He came with a scream that was pure ecstasy. His muscles tighten deliciously around Sam's thick cock inside of him. The green-eyed male never felt this kind of pleasure.

Without giving his lover time to recover, Sam throws his queen back into the position they were in before. He was greedy with his own pleasure now. His thrusts were back to being brutal. But Sam could not help it. He felt this animalistic need to fuck his Rānī raw and see the beauty full carrying Sam's son.

The pleasurable haze was gone for the blond, and the fear and pain returned. He felt this pull on his entrance causing his muscles to tear and bleed. Gods, what in the world was going on?

All the men of the Dragon Clan watched with rapt anticipation. They all knew what was happening and what it signified. This is what they were all waiting for. Meanwhile, Zachariah just laughed at his brother's expense. He felt no symphony for his little brother.

Sam pushed his ready knot inside of his queen. There was a pained scream from Dean, but it was drowned out by the louder cries of joy from Sam's people. He had finally claimed his Rānī as his own. He moved his pace to a simple rutting. It would not take much more for Sam to fill his queen up.

Tears had returned to Dean's eyes.

"Please, it's too much," he cried.

He thought he felt before, but it was nothing compared to the fullness of having Sam's knot inside of him. Why hadn't Zachariah warned him about this? The blond just wants to rest and escape this pain, but any movement he makes pulls the knot painfully inside him.

"Shhh Rānī," Sam mutters as he drapes himself over Dean to make it a bit better for him. "Have patience, it will be over soon," he continued as pushes some of the sweaty blond locks out of his lover's captivating face.

Dean whimpers as he feels the first squirt of Sam's cum fill him up. From stories he heard, Dean knows that that is just the first of it. So this was his fate. How could the gods be so cruel? Dean does not even want to think what lies ahead of him in the future.

A/N: So what did you think? Is things going to get better for Dean?

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