Dean's doing what he does best ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and they don't know what they're missing!
Word Count: 120
"Can't move," Dean whimpered breathlessly as he sprawled on his bed, hands limply kneading the grossly swollen belly protruding over his undone jeans
"I'm not surprised," Sam snorted; "man, you're disgusting."
Dean's abused innards gurgled menacingly.
"I won us a free meal," he groaned indignantly.
"Dean, you do know we'd have paid with a fake card, right?"
"I got a sparkler."
Sam sighed, trying his hardest not to stare at Dean's painfully distended midriff pointing at the ceiling; "yeah, now you've got twins - when're they due?"
Dean ignored him, gazing proudly at his certificate; 'WINNER - Biggerson Bellybusting 54oz Cheeseburger Challenge'.
"Although," Dean croaked, "I think the strawberry peach sundae afterwards might've been a mistake!"
BONUS 'DEAN STUFFING HIS FACE' PICSPAM