Dean was 30 weeks pregnant. Just over 3 months since Cas's death. Alex and Alexis had just started getting over his death. The twins close friends parents know about Dean being pregnant and being a guy. The same goes with Riley's friends parents. Riley was still mornings and so was Dean. They buried Cas in Bobby's car lot. Dean wouldn't let them cremate Castiel's vessel. Jimmy Novak was dead as well. Dean let Riley miss a week of school. Gabe had casted a spell on Dean that whenever he was in public he wouldn't feel pregnant or look like it. He didn't go outside much.

For the first week him and Riley just laid in bed. Lexi and Alex stayed over at Sam and Gabe's. Once it reached the end of the first week Dean woke up by Sam gently shaking his shoulder. "Dean, you have to wake up. Set a good influence on Riley. I know you're hurting but Riley has missed a week of school."

After that Dean moved throughout the house. Gabe helped them out with the food and the money since he was an archangel. Dean couldn't work due to his condition.

When Dean hit the 30 week mark in his pregnancy Sam stayed at the house with Dean. It was normal for woman pregnant with triplets to go into labor at 33 weeks. Alex and Lexi were back staying at Dean's house again.

Dean was sitting on the couch when Alex and Lexi came running into the house with huge smiles on their faces. "Daddy!" Lex yelled running up and plopping on the couch beside Dean.

"Hey, baby." Dean said.

"Do you think I could have a sleepover, Daddy?" Lexi asked.

"Um…baby…Do you think that's a good idea with Daddy in this condition? Who is the girl?" Dean asked.

"Don't worry Dad. It's Tyler. Tyler Thompson." Lexi said.

"Oh, well, I guess it would be ok. When do you want to have this sleepover?" Dean asked.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday." Lexi said.

Dean smirked. "Well, you're cutting it close. Alright, but you have to promise me something."

"What?" she asked.

"You can rough house. You do not want Daddy to get any kind of stress. Even through Uncle Sammy is staying with us for a while doesn't mean you can rough house. Can you do that for me, baby?" Dean asked.

"Of course, Daddy." She said rubbing Dean's very swollen belly. "How much longer until they get here, Daddy?"

"Well, I don't know, sweetie. It could be anywhere in between 3 more weeks to 10 more weeks." Dean said.

She smiled and props her head on Dean's shoulder and continues to rub Dean's belly. "I can't wait to see you guys. It has been a roller coaster for you three since Papa went to Angel Heaven. He loved you guys just as much as he loved me, Alex, your older brother, Riley, your oldest sister, and Daddy. Don't cause him too trouble."

She hoped off the couch and ran upstairs to join Alex in his room. Dean slowly pushed himself off the couch and slowly made his way upstairs. He knew that he was going to go into labor within the next few weeks because it had started to open again. With the twins it opened exactly 3 ½ weeks before he went into labor.

Since Dean had so much time on his hand for the last few months he had been researching like crazy to figure out why Crowley would killed Cas out of the blue. After coming up with jack shit he decided to summon him.

After all the kids were off to school and Sam went shopping for the babies Dean got the herb mixture ready and set the seven candles. He took his blade and cut into his hand and let the blood drizzle onto the herbs. He held a box of matches in his hands. "Et ad congregandum… Eos coram me" He lit the match and threw it in the herbs.

"Oh, It's nice to see you again, Squirrel."

Dean turned around and just looked at Crowley.

"Wow, Dean, I thought you would get a little upset about Cas but I think you have let yourself go a bit."

"Shut the fuck up, Crowley. Why did you kill Cas?" Dean yelled.

"Oh, Dean. I loathe you, Moose, and feathers. There was a reason why I killed the bastard." Crowley said.

"Why? Cas didn't do anything to you. He hasn't been hunting in years." Dean said.

"Dean, calm down. Stress isn't good for a woman in your condition." Crowley smirked.

"Listen to me to heartless son of a bitch. You have 5 seconds to tell me why you killed my husband or I'll say to exorcise you." Dean said.

"oh really? I don't see any devils trap in this fancy house?" Crowley looked around.

"Since Cas and I started a family, we have come up with very unique way to set up devil traps. You have landed yourself into one of my favorites." Dean smiled.

"I don't see any trap anywhere." Crowley looked around in frustration.

Crowley was standing in the middle of the room at this point. He knew he was in a trap because his powers were useless. He just couldn't find the damn thing.

Dean smiled and cut the lights and shut the blinds. He looked up at the ceiling.

"A glow in the dark devils trap painted on the ceiling. I am impressed, Squirrel. Must say I have underestimated you." Crowley said.

"Tell me why you killed Crowley now, or I'll send your ass straight to hell or I'll take this little demon killing pick sticker and stove it up your ass." Dean said.

"He was trying to shut the gates of Hell for good." Crowley blurted out.

"What?" Dean asked.

"He was trying to shut the gates of Hell. I had to put an end to it." Crowley said.

"You could have talked to him first. If you didn't know He has three children and three more on the way." Dean said.

"Yes, I see that. I'm sorry for your lose. Send Moose my love." Crowley said.

"You do know I have an archangel up my sleeve. You are going to bring Cas back and he won't try to close the gates of Hell if you stop bring demons after us. We aren't hunting anymore." Dean said.

"Why would I do that?" Crowley said.

"Do you know how it feels to lose somebody you love? You know how it feels to tell two 8 years old that their father was killed? How about when a 12 year old girl comes running into your arms and telling you that she watched her Papa get murdered? What about having to deal with having to carry three of his kids by yourself and raise the other three of his kids? It hurts like Hell. IT hurts worse than Hell. I know that for a fact. I have been there. I spent 40 years there. If you don't bring him back I will send you directly to Hell. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200." Dean said.

"I can't bring an Angel back." Crowley said.

"Can't or won't." Dean yelled.

"I can't. I'm the King of Hell/ crossroad demon. He's an Angel. That's way above my pay grade." Crowley said.

Dean just stared at him. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

"What are you doing? I gave you what you wanted." Crowley yelled as he flinched.

"I have been meaning to do this for a while." Dean said. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,"

"You need me. I can help you." Crowley said.

"I don't believe. I never will. I can find something else." Dean snapped. "te rogamus, audi nos."

Black smoke left the vessel which held Crowley. The body fell to the ground. That's when he decided to call Sam.