Okay I know I am supposed to be working on another chapter for A Plan Backfired. I blame this wholly on Max, my muse.

Max: It ain't my fault. Stop blaming me.

Me: It is too your fault. Stop screaming new ideas in my head.

Summary: Sam and Dean are married to their respective angels and are very happy. Then something takes away their happiness. Can they get it back? Post the the Apocalypse that never happened. (Sam never went to the pit. Lucifer and Michael are in their respective places.)

Warnings: Language, Slash, and M!Preg.

Note: This is my first attempt at a destiel and sabriel. Please review and tell me what you liked, or didn't like, just don't be too harsh on me.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It wasn't the sun pouring in through the window that woke him this morning. It wasn't even the soft kisses Cas presses onto his lips when he wants Dean to wake. It was the sound of Cas retching in the bathroom. Dean was pretty sure angels don't throw up.

"Cas? Baby, you okay?" Dean asks sitting up in bed.

Cas walks out the bathroom wiping his mouth on a rag. "Yes, Dean. I am fine. I'm sorry for waking you."

"Cas, what's wrong? I may not know a lot, but I'm pretty sure angels don't go around puking their guts out."

Cas hesitated. He didn't want to tell Dean; he was afraid of how Dean would react to the news.

"Baby? Talk to me. If you're sick or something, tell me so I can help you. Remember we said we wouldn't keep secrets from each other?"

Cas nodded. He remembered that as one of their vows when they got married last year. But he was unsure of how Dean felt about kids.

"So tell me."

Cas hesitated and fidgeted then sighed. "I'm pregnant."

Sam was downstairs making pancakes, the sweet, buttery kind that he knew Gabe liked.

"What is that smell?" Gabe asked coming in the kitchen.

"Morning, babe. I'm making your favorite pancakes."

"Please stop, I think I'm gonna be sick," Gabe announced and rushed to the bathroom.

Sam looked crestfallen. He heard Gabe throwing up in the downstairs bathroom and was confused. He wondered what was wrong with Gabe. First he doesn't want pancakes, and then he was throwing up? Something wasn't right.

"Gabriel? Are you feeling okay?" Sam asked as Gabe reentered the kitchen.

Sam was hoping that Gabe would tell him that he was okay and that it was just something he ate last night or something weird like that.

"No, Sammy, I'm not okay."

"What's wrong? Babe, are you sick? C'mon, let's get you back to bed," Sam began to usher the archangel back to bed.

Gabe stilled Sam, "I'm not sick, Sammy boy, I'm pregnant."

So not the answer Sam was looking for.

"Did you just say you're pregnant, Cas?"

Castiel nodded, "I did. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I know that was not something you wanted to hear. I know that you don't want to have children-"

"Whoa, wait a minute, who said anything about me not wanting children? Cas, I've always wanted a family. Ask Sammy. I admit this is a bit weird, like how can an angel even get pregnant? I mean you're a male, so like, how does that even work?"

"Through my grace. I just thought you would be angry with me."

"There's no way I'd be angry with you, babe. True, we've only been married for a year, but I for one, think we deserve this. After all the shit we've done, we deserve to have a family and be happy."

Cas smiled that billion dollar smile that Dean loved so much, "Thank you, Dean."

Dean shook his head, "Don't thank me, baby, we deserve this."

"I wonder how Sam and Gabriel will take this."

"They're gonna be happy, but babe, I gotta go. You need anything before I leave?"

Cas shook his head, "No, just be safe. I love you," he kissed Dean deep on the mouth.

"I love you too, Cas."

"Are you serious? Gabe if this is one of your tricks, it isn't funny."

"No tricks. I promise. You don't look happy. I thought you wanted to have kids."

"I do it's just I'm confused as to how this happened?"

"You know Sammy boy, for a smart nerd, you are completely dumb sometimes. It happened through my grace."

"Yeah, okay, but how? I mean you're a male, I'm a male. How the hell does that work?"

"An angel's grace allows for many things to happen including allowing a male angel to get pregnant."

"Wow. This means, I'm gonna be a dad?"

Gabe nodded. Sam smiled that smile Gabe loved see, the one where his mouth reached both sides of his face and his dimples were on full view.

"Dean is gonna freak out."

Gabe nodded and looked at the kitchen clock. "Babe, you gotta go or you're gonna be late."

"You need anything before I go?"

"No, I'm good. Have a great day," Gabe said kissing Sam fully on the mouth.

"Mmm. Will do," Sam murmured.

Gabe pulled back and Sam bounded out of the house to Dean's car.

Dean was already waiting in the impala. Sam opened the door and slipped in the passenger seat. Before the door was shut the boys turned to each other.

"Dude, I gotta talk to you."

"Dude, I gotta talk to you."

Sam giggled like a little girl. "You first, Dean."

Dean shook his head and started up the car. "No, go ahead, Sammy."

"Dean."

"Sammy."

"Gabriel's pregnant."

Cas's pregnant."

Dean and Sam looked at each other in shock.

"Did you say that Cas is pregnant?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, you just said Gabe was pregnant."

"Uh-huh. Wow, what are the odds of that happening? Both of our angels are pregnant."

"Yeah." Dean noticed that they were at Sam's job, "I'll pick you up later, right?"

Sam nodded, "Sure, you wanna meet for lunch, later?"

"Uh, sure. One o'clock?"

Sam nodded and got out of the car. Dean watched Sam enter the building and then drove to Bobby's Salvage Yard.

Gabriel and Castiel sat across from each other in Cas and Dean's house.

"Cas."

"Gabriel."

"Oh, my."

Cas nodded, "Indeed."

TBC...

Sorry this first chapter is short. So what do you think? Trash it?