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The Beginning of The Omegaverse

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Dean knew the end of the world was here. Dean wasn’t the type to get depressed; he was usually known for his cheery and upbeat attitude, actually; but hey, the end of the world would do that to a guy.

Dean felt numb and hopeless, sitting {silently?} in the middle of the room. The breaking news coverage had interrupted his favorite show and he couldn't seem to rip his eyes away. His gaze remained glued to the TV as he watched the last woman on the entire planet take her very last breath after delivering a son.--What brought about this feeling of hopelessness was his favorite show interruption is Dean felt numb siting in the middle of the room. His eyes glued to the TV as he watched the last woman on earth take her final breath after giving birth to a son. It was all over nation--

From one moment to the next, women didn't exist anymore.

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---It had started with a few women and girls coughing. No one thought really thought much of it. Doctors ruled out the flu, strep, and allergies over and over for those first few days and weeks.However, after a week and blood coming out of their ears followed by blindness, vertigo, then death it was taken much more seriously. Especially when they found it wasn’t contained to the U.S., No one could figure out what it was or how to cure it. All that was found was that it only effected women. They labeled it the Plague Virus because it spread so fast that within 20 years the entire female population was wiped out.--
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Suddenly, females were experiencing bleeding from their ears, loss of vision, vertigo, and then death. Somewhat belatedly, concern spread. Reports from all over the world confirmed it was completely planet-wide. The US decided to call it "the Plague Virus" and that was basically the total extent of anyone's knowledge. In the years that came after, the only thing that became readily apparent was how rapidly and unstoppably it spread. By the 20th anniversary of the first deaths, the last human beings with a double X chromosome were gone.

In short, the end of humanity was obviously near.

Most people thought it would be some long, drawn-out ending while young boys became men and lived out their lonely lives. Dean knew better, though. For the past few months he had developed strange pains in his lower abdomen that have been gradually getting worse with time. It was clear to him that he wasn't the only guy dealing with this; He saw other men wincing or doubling over in pain nearly every time he was in public. It seemed the Plague was beginning to wipe out men the same way it had eradicated women. Dean never heard anything about it on the TV or the internet, but he still knew. Guess it was the government being merciful and keeping people from total despair, from knowing that in a short time all humanity would be extinct.--It was him suffering from this. Everywhere he went he would see a guy doubled over in pain clutching their stomachs they same way Dean did.--

Dean held off going to the doctor as long as he could but the pain became unbearable. He knew there was nothing the doctor could really. But that didn’t matter if he could get something - anything - to relieve the pain, hauling himself into the doctor would be worth it. Leaving his tiny apartment, Dean was soon met with a booming voice.

“What do you mean you’re not coming over, Dav?”

Dean turned to see the man that the voice belonged to, his neighbor Arthur Curry, a hulking guy with shoulder length dreadlocks, a surfer’s tan, and a body covered in tribal tattoos. A complete contrast to Dean who usually wore sweaters and baggy jeans.

Dean didn’t pay him much attention.

“Oh, come on I know it’s sad about the last woman, but we gotta keep moving forwa- AH!!!”

Arthur doubled over, his hand clutching his stomach in a sickeningly familiar fashion. Dean tried to go back and help the man but was too slow as Arthur put his cell phone back up to his ear while clumsily jamming his key into the door. He groaned out loud and then said, “No man it’s nothing . Just that stomach thing acting up again.”

Watching the door shut behind his neighbor, Dean’s dread grew.

He hoped he was wrong, but it seemed like "it" was spreading through his apartment building.

 

*****

 

Castiel had heard the news about the last woman dying when he walked past a few men gathered around a TV in the reception area. Ever since his girlfriend, Meg, passed away from the Virus he had devoted his life to finding a cure for it. He has spent years relentlessly working and has watched thousands of women die. The biggest and almost only thing motivating him now is keeping as many men alive and healthy as possible.

Humanity must live on, he supposed.

But that wasn’t important right now. Entering his next patient's room , Castiel was met with that strange throbbing sensation around the base of his cock that had been plaguing him off and on for months. “I’m Dr. Novak. What seems to be troubling you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Wow, you get right to the point,” The attractive younger man said a little jokingly, trying to settle his own nerves down.

“Oh, sorry I’m not much of people person.” Castiel looked apologetically awkward, “So…how about that weather out there? I hope it wasn't inconvenient to your journey over here to see me for...?”

Dean let out a surprised laugh, “Just some pains in my stomach Doc.”

“Do you often laugh when you’re in pain?” the dark-haired doctor tilted his head and shot Dean a half-smile.

“No, it was just that the way you said 'what brings you here?' was cute.” Dean flushes almost imperceptibly with a smaller, less cocky smile.

An answering (very much needed) smile grew on Castiel’s lips, “Why yes I suppose it could have been I guess.”

It might not have been much, but any form of joy on such a horrible day was very welcome.

“Anyway Doc, I’ve been having these weird pains in my lower abdomen for a few months now and they are definitely getting worse.”

“Why didn’t you come in when you first started having these pains?” the doctor asked with a slight frown.

With that perfectly reasonable question, any casual happiness that had been starting to shyly bloom in Dean's chest quickly vanished as melancholy overpowered it. “It… wasn’t that bad until now…”

Castiel didn’t want to pry, and to be honest he wasn’t sure he wanted Dean’s answer. “Ok… What are the pains like?”

“Sharp, like someone’s stabbing me in the stomach.”

“Do you have any other symptoms?”

“Well, for the past few days I’ve been getting really hot for no reason, but I didn’t really think too much about it.”

“Ok, I’d like to run some tests and give you a sonogram to see if there is anything unusual.”

Dean was hesitant, “Couldn’t you just give me some pain medicine or something?”

"I'm not comfortable prescribing pain medication right now for new patients without a very thorough evaluation and search for any possible reasons that may be curable. There's too many people who've suffered loss and the last thing they need is to self-medicate depression with narcotics that I prescribe. I'm not against them when needed but I've only just met you and we have no idea what is going on." he laid his hand on Dean's shoulder, with an apologetic frown marring his forehead. "I will do what I can, and I'm not ruling out helping you with the pain but it's not that simple. It'll be much faster if you can consent to the tests and cooperate openly with me."
Dean glanced sideways from under his lashes at Castiel's hand still resting on his shoulder and was mildly confused how a simple gesture was making him feel calm so suddenly. He lifted his lashes and looked into the doctor's eyes quietly before he nodded slowly. Dr. Novak nodded back and smiled.

"Good, let's begin with a regular physical examination if you can remove your shirt for now. I'll call lab in to draw blood after I'm finished." Dean sighed and stood up to strip his sweater over his head, avoiding the doctor's face. Castiel gestured back at the table, "take a seat again please."

Forty-five minutes later, there were no more answers than there had been when Dean walked in.

*****

All the tests that the doctor had ordered seemed to drag on forever. It was so pointless. Nothing anyone could was going to save him. He might as well just get something to take away the pain so Dean could pass in peace.

Laying back on the doctor’s table, Dean lifted his shirt and twitched as Dr. Novak squirted a weird gel on his stomach. “Sorry it’s kind of cold.”

“No Problem Doc,” said Dean, ”So do you do a lot of these?”

“Quite a few actually, yes.”

“Really?!”

“That, surprises you?”

“Well yeah, every time I see one of these things on TV,” He points the sonography machine, “It’s always on a pregnant lady.”

“You watch a lot of medical shows?”

“Just old reruns of Dr. Sexy.”

Dr. Novak practically rolled his eyes at the name.

“You don’t like Dr. Sexy?!”

“It’s ALL RIGHT...it’s just when you’re a doctor and watch medical shows you see all the inaccuracies.”

“Oh, you’re one of those people!” Dean laughed as Castiel placed the wand into the cold gel on his stomach.

“Those people?” Castiel kept his expression stoic as he spread the gel across his belly with the wand.

“One of those people who think that if a show isn’t 100% accurately portraying something you should be offended by it.” Dean slid a small laugh and wink at the doctor to soften his words

Dr. Novak chuckled, “Not really I just find it ridiculous. They didn’t even know where the tibia-“ Dr. Novak’s hand stilled and clenched the wand, eyes widening alarmingly fast, staring at the monitor. “What is it Doc?”

He didn’t respond.

Dean shifted uncomfortably,

“Uh, DOC?!!!”

He snapped out of it, “Oh…sorry, sorry I just… think this machine isn’t working right.” Dr. Novak nearly bolted out of the room leaving Dean totally confused. What was the virus doing to him?

Striding back through the door the doctor took him to the next room. He proceeded to do the same steps as the previous sonogram, only to end up even more baffled than before.

“Doctor, seriously, tell me if there is something wrong.”

Dr. Novak looked down with overwhelmed eyes at the man who already looked resigned, “I’m going to have to get a second opinion on this.” The ashen doctor again flew out of the room while Dean frowned. Knowing that something was killing him and having a doctor run away metaphorically screaming were not quite the same thing and he couldn't help but be worried.

Dr. Novak came storming back into the room accompanied by a slightly older Asian man. “Mr. Winchester this is Dr. Shin he’s going to be looking over you as well.”

Not giving Dean time to respond Dr. Shin rolled his eyes at his apparently deluded coworker and spit out, “You do realize what you’re saying is nonsense right.”

Castiel clenched his jaw for the 5th time in the last minute and tried not to roll his own eyes or tell the older doctor to shut up.

“Just look for yourself!” he settled for gritting out.

Dr. Shin reluctantly sat down in the the chair in front of the ultrasound machine, “Mr. Winchester, my colleague just informed me-”

“Just look at the images!” Dr. Novak commanded.

Dr. Shin begrudgingly agreed, placing the wand back on Dean's lower abdomen. Dean watched on as the skeptical Shin soon became just as dumbstruck as Dr. Novak had seemed.

“Mr. Winchester…” Dr. Shin mumbled, “are you... a man?...”

What?...

“Of course I’m a man.” Dean responded.

“Have you always been a man?”

“Yes,”

“Come with me.” Dr. Shin ordered.

“Why?”

“Just come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what’s going on.”

Dr. Shin was visibly struggling to find the words around his shock and irritation when Dr. Novak butted in, “On both of the sonograms you appear to have a uterus. We need to do a more thorough examination of your abdomen and internal organs.” Dr. Shin glared daggers at the younger doctor for being assertive and didn't add anything.

Dean gaped at the two men and fought rising hysteria. “Wait, what?”

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Arthur Curry was set for a usual guys night with pizza, beer, and a hockey game on his flat screen.

Nothing was going to bring this night down.

Opening is front door he expected to see his friends ready to chill instead he got, “Come on I’m taking you to the doctor.”

“No way man.” Said Arthur.

“Man, you’ve been having these pains for months,”

Arthur made his way over to his ratty old sofa, stuffed a slice of pizza in his mouth, “sorry, bro not doing it.”

David stormed over, “you think your health is a game?! I’m not gonna watch you die!”

“No, now come sit your ass down grab a slice.”

David sat next to him in a huff, “You don’t get how serious this could be you could be your appendices, a hernia, a gastrointestinal disease-”

“Dave, last time I checked you didn’t go to medical, sit your ass down and watch the game.” Turning on the TV on what was a supposed to be a hockey game were images of the last woman on earth dying. Arthur turned off the TV and was silent, “well… that was bummer…”

“Yeah…” said David, “that’s why I want you to get help.”

“Dave, trust me it’s nothing.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s like the pain in your dick you’re always moaning about.”

“That’s different I got checked out and the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with it.”

“Yes, but he told me to keep an eye on it and if it get’s worse to come back to him. You haven’t seen anyone.”

“Sorry, mom I’m an adult now.” Arthur laughed, “I don’t need you to hold my hand until I get better.”

“But-“ Arthur was surprise at the sine of David concern turn to complete curiosity as his head started spinning around the room, “What’s that smell?”

“uh… what smell?”

“That amazing smell. Damn I can’t describe it?”

Arthur took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, trying to ketch the smell, “I can’t smell anything.”

David leapt up overenjoy, “It smell’s like life!”

Arthur wasn’t sure how his friend went from an overbearing worry wort to an elated guy with a smile plastered on his face and raging- “DAVE!!!”

David looked down and found he had a raging boner straining through his jeans. Embarked he grabbed a pill from the sofa covering the erection.

“Dav, don’t put my pillow over it!”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

“Going to the fucking bathroom and take care of it! Just don’t make any noise!”

David bolted to the bathroom leaving. While Arthur made a second attempt to watch TV. It had been a few minutes normally those interruptions only last a few minutes. Turning the TV back on he saw nothing but pictures of the last woman’s (or the former last woman’s) son. Arthur quickly flipped to the next station only to find that it’s station had been interrupted to inform the public that the last woman had died. He flipped the next channel and same thing. Coverage over the last woman dyeing. Then he changed to the next channel, then the next one, the next one, then the next one, then next one. He repeated this cycle over and over hoping to find something to watch that wasn’t over the last woman.

 

*****

 

It took David a long time to jerk off. God, he never experienced anything like that. David had always been very in tune with his senses when it came to sex. That’s what drew him to his late wife, scent was always a small part. She smelled amazing but this scent over through his whole body and turned him on in ways he never knew existed and it was so strong couldn’t stop the constant state of arousal.

Damn it, he need to get Arthur to a doctor then get he hell home. David was going to put his foot down to Arthur. He wasn’t going to let Arthur off the hook. He’d get him the doctors if he had to drag him kicking and screaming. David marched through the door. His fists clenched read to drag his ass out the door as he left the bathroom.

However, he wasn’t expecting to see his friend siting on his ratty old coach eyes glued to the television in a hypnotic trance as images of the last woman flickered as the remote clicked on and of, “Arthur?” he said as he sat next to Arthur, “it’s almost unbelievable isn’t it? That after us it’s over.”

Arthur shut off the television snapping back to reality in angered manner, “I don’t want to think about that man!... I just don’t…”

David knew he had to tread lightly if he wanted to get any where with his friend, “why do you always got to be so difficult?”

“I’m not difficult.”

“Oh, yes you are!” David bursts out laughing, “You’ve been difficult the entire time I’ve known you. Hell, the first time we met you tried to punch me.”

“Only because I was new to school and had to fight the biggest guy there to claim my turf.”

David roles his eyes, “We were in high school, not prison.”

“Even so was a good plan!” Arthur laughs.

This smartass was lucky David liked him otherwise he would have been gone along time ago. Hell, he should have been gone right then and there. That smell was driving him crazy. He knew he needed to be there for his friend but what could he do? That delicious smell was everywhere and… it was coming from Arthur…

Yes, Arthur. He didn’t know why he hadn’t realized it before but Arthur was clear now it was coming from him that sweet, delicious smell that could bring a man to his knees in lust. God, he need to bread him.

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINK ARTHUR WAS HIS LIKE HIS BROTHER!!! HADN’T THOUGHT ABOUT HIM THAT WAY SCENCE-

His train of thought was lost at the sight of Arthur doubled over clutching his stomach. David stands up while clutching his friend close to his chest. “David, put me down!” He painfully moans. He didn’t pay any attention to that. Arthur was in his arms now and wasn’t just the smell anymore. It was everything about. They way his dreadlocked hair pressed under his chin. The way his hands rested on his arms. The thing that got him going the most was the fact that there was few layers of clothes separating their bodies.

“Ah… David…” he moaned, “Take of pants!”

David didn’t even take the time to think about the fact that if Arthur was in his right mind he would never have asked him to do that. He toast Arthur onto the coach like he was nothing and ripped off his pants, tearing them in the proses. As his under ware, jeans, and shoes fell to the ground. As Arthur had one leg over the back of the sofa leg bent is foot on the ground. There before him was a sight, David had never seen.

Arthur’s hole was leaking out a clear fluid that had his legs and the cushion beneath hm soaked. “David, my body feels weird… you were right… take me to a hospital…” His words feel on deaf ears. Each passing moment David mind slipped further and further our of his control.

Not thinking, he ran his fingers across the slick on his legs then held it close to his nose. There it was that scent that drove him crazy. He couldn’t help he had to try it he pressed the slick against his tongue and it was sweeter then candy.

With that David mind hand only one thing on it. He was going to fill Arthur with his seed and wasn’t going to stop until Arthur was heavy with his child.

 

*****

 

Arthur’s felt like it was on fire. He was hot, sweaty, and felt something leaking out of his ass. Empty he didn’t know what was going on. Fuck, he couldn’t stand it, “David please take me to the doct-“ He opens his eyes to find David’s in between his legs, “David what are you- huh?! AH!!!” He yelled as his felt David’s warm tongue lapping at his aching hole, “DAVID!!! DAVID!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!” He his breathing became hoarse as his friends tongue penetrated his twitching hole, “No… stop it…” his resistance soon subsided as David’s greedy tongue ate him out. The empty feeling was replaced with want. As Arthurs composure soon left him, “David… ah… more…” His friend complied as he unzipped his pants and out popped his huge pulsating cock burst out of his jeans.

His body jerked as he felt his friends cock slid inside of him. Fuck, that felt good. David began violently pumping inside of him, Arthur’s body began riving in pleasure, “Yes! Yes! Oh, God I love you.”

Arthur came as he felt David bairy his face in his neck and bite down.