Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Supernatural isn't mine *cough* yet *cough cough*. I've decided I need to take a break from binging American Horror Story (I'm on episode 7 of Asylum) and don't worry, Supernatural will always be my main shit right here. Please tell me if it sucks, or if it doesn't suck. Thanks for reading (if you do).

Castiel opened his eyes. Where was he? He felt dazed for a moment and couldn't remember anything. He simply couldn't recall where he was and why he was there. What was the last he remembered?

Cas traced back his steps, hoping for an explanation. He was laying on a warm bed in a very dark room. It seemed military, so not in a regular house. Maybe it was just a domestic room in some sort of facility. How long had he been out?

Last thing Cas remembered, he was on a hunt with Sam and Dean, still inexperienced and a "hunter-in-training". What they were hunting, they still didn't know. Cas remembered them being in some sort of abandoned warehouse, hearing footsteps, then darkness. He saw nothing through his eyes, due to the pitch-darkness of his location. He was wearing nothing but boxers, but something more was off. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't figure that out from his lying position. As he began to get up, the door opened and a bright-white light shone through.

Castiel closed his eyes once again and pretended to be asleep, but felt that this was a mistake when a man walked in and pierced a syringe into his bicep. Moments later, Cas was unconscious once more.

~(*-*)~

"Have you got any leads on Cas?" Dean asked his brother, who was sitting at a coffee table on his laptop.

Sam inhaled and stretched back on the motel-room's sofa. "Nope."

Dean sighed and closed the book he was reading. Castiel had been missing for nearly nine months now. "Where the hell could he be? One minute we're on a simple demon tormenting, then he's gone. Maybe it has something to do with his freaky break-out from Purgatory."

"Dean, we already thought about that. There's no way for us to know for sure. Anyways, it's been nearly ¾ of a year now. Maybe we should just start accepting that Cas might be gone for good."

Dean put both of his hands on the side of his head and ruffled his own hair, then stood up from his seat on a small table by the window. "No, he's out there. I know it." Dean then retired from his research temporarily to go take a shower.

As Dean showered, Sam was left alone with his thoughts.

So, if what we need to do is figure out what captured him, then maybe we need to be more open to other ideas. Maybe it wasn't a demon that we were hunting.

Sam opened a file on his laptop, one containing the information on all of their unsolved cases, though there were very few. It was one of the most recent cases in this file, but it had plenty of information.

Sam didn't expect much, since he had read through it so many times that most of the information was seared permanently into his memory.

Okay, so everyone who disappeared in this town was female, except one gay trans man, mid-twenties. Their only connection was a man named Harold Ringgold. It seemed they were all having an affair with this man. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they're all married at young ages and are already cheating? Maybe it's aimed toward people attracted to men? People with female parts? No, that couldn't be. Castiel is in a male vessel, and the trans man has already gotten bottom surgery.

Sam was certainly becoming frustrated. They had already lost Herold. He wasn't in Hailey, Idaho anymore, that much was certain. After Cas disappeared, Herold practically disappeared from the globe.

Maybe he has been doing the same to other towns, Sam thought.

Almost as soon as Sam began his research, he found results. Only in the past day or so, women were going missing in a town right near Sam and Dean's current location. Herold finally let himself be seen again.

There was more.

In that moment, Dean walked out of the bathroom and put on some clothes as Sam stared intently at his computer.

"Hey, you're sure giving your laptop a look. Did it freeze on some porn?" Dean joked.

"I got a lead on Cas."

Dean put down the towel he was using to dry his hair and leaned behind Sam's shoulders. "What is it?"

"Women have been going missing in Savannah, Georgia. All of them were reportedly having an affair with a man, Malcolm Collins. In the same town, people who disappeared last time emerged . . . And they've all claimed to have been held in a facility and forced to give birth, and their children were taken away from them. And get this-" Sam pulled up a picture of the man who had been the culprit of the affairs. It was the face of Herold.

Dean looked to his brother. "How is it that we didn't find this sooner? But wait, isn't Cas a guy? Do you think . . . ?" He questioned.

Sam's eyes widened. "You think they've been . . . Using him?"

Dean continued looking at the screen, in disbelief of what was right in front of him. After all this time. . .

~(*-*)~

Cas opened his eyes again, but this time he remembered waking up previously. He also remembered that strange feeling last time he got up. Even more significant, Cas remembered the bathroom from last time he woke up. It was at the end of the dark room, but there was light in there.

Castiel slowly and quietly arose from his bed. The first thing he took notice of was the weight that wasn't there before. In fact, he felt nauseated and dizzy the moment he stood. Maybe it was a side effect of the drugs they'd administered. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Cas leaned his head back in an attempt to relieve his dizziness and then looked down. He was wearing blue scrubs similar to the ones he wore when he was landed in a mental facility a few years ago. That wasn't the absolute first thing he noticed, though.

Where Castiel's normally flat stomach was meant to be, there was a large amount of rounded fat on his abdomen. Cas frowned and stared for a moment, then lifted his shirt and looked in the mirror. There it was, rounded and covered in stretch marks. There were a great of healing stitches across his middle. Worried it was internal bleeding of some sort, Cas poked at his distended stomach and found that it wasn't particularly squishy or hard, somewhere in-between. It also didn't hurt, so Cas wondered what it could be. Then, Cas felt something move inside him. He stood shocked and in surprise.

Just then, loud footsteps could be heard from the hallway and Cas rushed back to his bed, as fast as his newly discovered paunch allowed him to. He laid back down and pretended to be asleep. About two or three people walked in and pulled a chair out beside Cas's bed.

There was indistinct whispering for a moment before Cas felt his shirt rise and someone placed their hand on his stomach, and pushed down slightly.

"Dr. Mendez, it seems as though they're in position. He might be ready for the inducers."

Cas nearly frowned. Inducers?

"Yes," a crisp, kind-sounding old man, Dr. Mendez, said. "Just take some measurements and do a standard check-before we begin. . ." his voice trailed off. "Castiel, open your eyes."

For a moment, Cas stopped breathing. He began to panic. In the end, he opened his eyes slowly and looked towards the old man. He remained completely still.

"How bad is your nausea, Cas?" He asked. Cas didn't approve of Dr. Mendez using his nickname, especially in the smug tone he possessed.

Cas didn't move his eyes from the mutual glare of the doctor. This lasted for a moment before he broke the silence with a completely different tone.

"Castiel," he said slowly. "Would you like to know what you're doing here, or would you rather we administered the inducers now?"

Cas broke the stare. He sat up.

"That's what I thought. Now, let's try that again." He has switched back to his kind demeanor. "How severe is your nausea?"

"It's . . . Moderate . . ." he replied. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening to him and he needed to know now.

"I see." Dr. Mendez scribbled something on a clipboard and looked up at him. "Castiel, you want to know what that lump on your abdomen in?" He pointed towards it.

Cas nodded. There was a long moment of silence, at least in the mind of Castiel, and the air seemed to be filled with suspense.

"You're pregnant," he breathed out, as if it was no big deal. "Those stitches are from giving you a temporary uterus and making other necessary changes to your body. You now have a second 'hole' that will be used as a birth canal when the need permits. After that, it will close and your body should return to normal."

This news hit Cas like a brick wall. Pregnant? Why? When? How? Impossible . . .

"Take a moment, if you need," the nurse said sympathetically.

Cas looked forward and into the distance, contemplating what he had just heard. Who were these people and why were they doing this? Cas needed to get back to Sam and Dean. Judging by what he'd heard, it seemed as though he'd been unconscious for over nine months. Wouldn't they have given up looking by now? Right now, he needed to observe his situation.

"Who are you?"

The doctor smiled. Momentarily, his eyes flashed pitch-black, but then back to his normal unnerving pale blue eyes. "Take a guess."

Cas was incredibly worried about his setting, but remained in his calm composure. "Why? Was this under the order of Crowley?"

The nurse and Mendez chuckled viley. "Why would Crowley order this? That sap can't even pin down a long haired moose and a misfit with daddy issues. No, this was our idea. We needed to take action for Crowley's weakness. We needed to create something never-before seen. An army of hybrids. As you know, we've kidnapped about seven women. All of them were impregnated, much like you, with cambions. You wanna know why you're our special guest?" The nurse asked.

As realization dawned upon the angel, he began to shake his head, unable to comprehend it. "No, that's not possible."

"No, it wasn't. That's why we made it so."

"I won't survive."

"Maybe not. That's not our concern."

Castiel frantically looked down at his abdomen and touched it, still not completely sure it could even exist.

"Look at it all you want. The truth is, you're stuck here until you give birth to the Nephalem. Sam and Dean won't be saving you this time. You're trapped."

~(*-*)~

Sam drove this time. It had been a long time since he's driven the Impala. Tonight, however, Dean needed to sleep. He's been getting very little sleep, less than usual now, ever since Cas disappeared. He'd been so desperate to find him, and finally, they have a real lead. Now, he can sleep.

I'm excited about this one! What do you think so far? Are they too OOC? Feel free to complain about anything I did wrong! This is an open website, after all! Next chapter will be up next week, hopefully!