Dean didn't really know how Cas had become pregnant. I mean they were in a relationship and all, yeah... but Cas was a guy. Oh well, maybe it was an angel thing. Dean wasn't really going to question it. Unfortunately, the nurse at the hospital they took him to was.
" Can you run that by me again?" she said tearing her eyes away from Cas' swollen abdomen to stare at Dean like she had just seen a ghost. But there were no ghosts in that building. Dean had already checked.
" Look lady, I don't understand it anymore than you do. But my husband's waters just broken, and we need your help." Dean answered tiredly.
" Um, OK. Follow me." the nurse said leading them down a corridor into a room and having Cas lay down on the hospital bed.
" Dean, dying." Cas groaned.
" Your not dying, Cas, you just going into labor." Sam explained helpfully.
" Dying." Cas insisted.
" Jesus Christ." Dean mumbled shaking his head.
" No, I'm Castiel."
" I got the call, what are you idjits up to now?" Bobby cut in just now walking through the door.
" I'm dying." Cas repeated at the same time Sam had said, " He's giving birth!"
" ohhhhhkkkkkkkaaaaaayyyyyy. Dean would you care to explain this?"
Dean scratched his head in an awkward sort of way. " Um, I may or may not have gotten Cas pregnant." he mumbled.
" So let me get this straight," Bobby said making an ironic use of the word. " You two are like.. goin' out?"
" Yes," Cas confirmed. " And I am dying."
" Your not dying!" the nurse said. " But you are giving birth, and I advise you to stay calm. This should be a fairly regular procedure, though it has never happened before."
" See Cas, your not dying!" Sam said cheerfully.
" Shut up, Sam," Dean said moving to Cas' bedside. " So how you feelin', man? And don't say dying."
Cas just glared at him.
HALF HOUR LATER...
" Push, Cas! Push!" Dean cried, feeling his blood pressure rising.
" Um, like this?" Cas said, shoving Sam over.
" No, Cas! The other push! Like your pooping!"
" But Dean, I am an angel of the lord," Cas said with a frown. " We do not poop."
" Wait, what?!" the nurse said, completely and utterly confused by the situation.
" Oh never mind!" Dean said.
6 TIRING HOURS LATER...
" Um, Cas?"
" Yes?"
" Our baby has wings."
Castiel smiled. " Yes I thought that might happen."
" Well... umm..." Dean stuttered. " Do you wanna hold her?"
" Yes, of course," Cas said reaching his hands out and making little grabby motions. " But we still need a name for her."
" Idjit Jr.!" Bobby said, only half joking.
" No!" Dean cried. " We need something that at least sounds like a girl name."
"How about Mary?" Sam said.
"No."
" Ellen?"
" No."
" Jo?"
" No."
" Maybe we should name her Ashley, cause, you know, Ash."
" God dambit, Sammy! Why do you want to name my daughter after passed loved ones? Cas, you got any ideas?"
But Castiel had fallen asleep.
" How about we name her after me?" Gabriel said popping out of nowhere with a chained up Crowley in tow.
" Gabriel, you're alive!" Sam said pulling him into a bone crushing hug. " And you brought Crowley!"
" Gabriel, we are not naming her after you!" Dean cut in, ruining the moment.
" Well why don't you name her after that dad of yours. What was his name again? John?" Crowley said.
" NO!" Sam and Dean shouted simultaneously.
" I would like to weigh in on this conversation!" Lucifer interrupted, his head popping up through the floor boards.
" Go away, Lucifer! Nobody likes you!" Sam snapped.
" OK, bye. :( "
The nurse who was observing this conversation, promptly passed out on the floor.
" Do you think we should help her?" Bobby asked, nudging her with the toe of his boot.
" Nah! She's a nurse! She'll know what to do!" Gabriel said, and with that he poofed them all back to the bunker.