Chapter 1

AN- This is the follow up to Why Did the Fallen Angel Fall? Spoilers? Sure. Length? I thought the other one was going to be ~50k and it's well over 120k so…

I read a fic called "Shattered" (in my favorites) that started with the author saying she wanted a Mpreg fic without the Mpreg. It was amazing. Then, I thought that was a really cool challenge and decided to see if I could do the same, but not copy her. Took six months of thinking, but it led to the following:

~An angel baby with no Mpreg, but angels still make 'em, a jealous Dean, and a HEA (Happily Ever After) for our angel-married couple.

Enjoy.

Also, this is a smutty beginning to our two couples. I mean it. Right now.

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Beginnings are always messy – John Galsworthy

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Sam sat in the creaky old truck staring at the little townhouse for a moment.

He'd been chasing after his ex-wife for going on three months now. She had reluctantly agreed to let him take her out every Friday night, which he had turned into staying on the sofa in the townhouse she shared with her cousin. Her cousin was… Well. He was a nice enough guy.

It had been a long trip for him; figuring out that Mrs. Rebecca Rosen Winchester was actually perfect for him had been difficult to get his mind around. She wasn't upset by his job, she was brilliant, she was strong, and she was moral.

That moral thing – Dean just knew she was a raping, demon deal making, bitch who should be sent to hell. But really, she was a girl who made a really bad choice and then corrected it. She didn't sell her soul to keep Sam; she helped kill the demon when she found out it was in fact a demon and not a stupid witch.

Unfortunately, while he had been thinking about the future and methodically slipping Becks into his own twisted apple pie life, she had been seeing a shrink who had convinced her that she had been suffering from a brief psychotic disorder, possible psychosis, and was most definitely delusional.

As usual, Sam had shown up early, but this time Becky's car sat in the drive way. She never got home before six; he hoped she wasn't sick. Not that Sam wouldn't take care of her – he just hated the thought of her not feeling well.

Only one way to find out, the hunter thought as he climbed out of the truck. Dean had bitched about all the miles Sam was putting on Baby. That had led to an argument about how many miles were put on when they were actively roaming around hunting and didn't have a home base. Needless to say, Dean had won, and Sam was driving the cranky truck.

When the weather got warmer, Sam had thought about taking his motorcycle. He was rather looking forward to Becky climbing on the back, wrapping her arms around him, and pressing her body tight against his. Or maybe she would drive and he could press against her. Maybe even snug his hips close to hers.

Sam shook his head to clear it. He had bigger goals than driving her out to a deserted field as the motorcycle vibrated between her legs and slowly got her aching for him. When they stopped, he could just picture her climbing off the back only to climb into his lap. She would wrap her legs around his waist, reach between them and unbuckle his belt, pop the button, and pull him out.

The hunter closed his eyes for a moment as he pictured her pulling her skirt up to reveal her panties with a very clear wet spot. She would push them to the side, and without another thought, she'd lower herself…

Argh. He had to stop doing this. Now he was going to need to go to the bathroom and jackoff quietly before they left. No way could he spend any time with her in the small truck cabin while this turned on without scaring her off.

He was trying to get his ex-wife to not change her last name back to Rosen. He was trying to get her to move to the bunker. Honestly? Sam had decided what he wanted out of life – a secure home, a place to research, a woman who wouldn't freak out about blood stained clothing, and a family.

When he'd shown her the bunker, she'd had a squealing fit over the rooms of items and the library. Then he'd shown her the room he'd prepped for her; that hadn't gone as well.

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"Sam, you can't be serious," Becky had said as she looked in the bedroom Sam had cleaned out for her.

"We could go through the inventory here, set up the phone banks like you said…" Sam heard how needy he sounded. Damn it.

"I am not moving in with my ex-husband. We aren't even seriously dating, and I have a job in Jefferson City," Becky made some excellent points, but Sam had thought of some great points as well.

"Not moving in, more like roommates. You even have your own room with a lock-" Sam stumbled over his words. This would have been easier if Becky still had her crush on him, but that stupid Dr. Katz of hers had neatly helped her get over him. Asshole.

"I would need a lock if I lived with you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. God, she was cute.

"What? No. Of course not. I was just pointing it out. Um… Oh, and we could work together. There are rooms and rooms of artifacts that need to be researched and cataloged," the hunter looked around. Time to pull out the puppy eyes.

"So you want me to quit my job, move in with a new roommate, and work for him cleaning out old rooms while setting up a criminal credit card ring? And stop with the eyes Sam. You aren't a canine." That didn't actually sound as appealing when she said it out loud like that.

So, in hindsight, Sam figured he had completed fucked this up when he didn't talk about the possibility before bringing her here. He might have been more successful if he had convinced her to actually get serious about their relationship first.

"Look, thank you for the offer, but I'm going to pass," Becky sighed. "For now. I like you Sam – you know that. But we aren't…"

"See, that's where you're wrong Becks; we are." Sam had simply headed to the door and waited for her to follow.

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Sam gave a brief knock before opening the door. Becks' cousin, Simon, had told him to come on in whenever he got there. Simon worked weird shifts; the dude was great in general, but a real butt when woken up.

"Becks?" he called softly not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping off a bug. He heard a noise from upstairs and decided to go ahead and check on her. There was soft music coming from her partially closed door. He couldn't place the tune, but there was something else.

The closer he got the more familiar the sounds became. There was a steady rocking of bedsprings, the panting moans, and the quiet little noises that he remembered so well. It was obviously a… personal moment. The only question was if it was a private personal moment, or a social personal one.

Sam paused at the door. He was mostly sure it was just Becks inside. If it wasn't – if it wasn't, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Punch the guy? Beg Becks to dump her little afternoon delight? Cry? Well, most likely all three.

But.

But if Becks was doing what Sam thought she was… There was pretty much no way he was going to come out of that room without at least kissing her. He wanted to kiss up her thighs and lavish her clit with his tongue.

His hand pressed against his hard cock. Damn it – all he could think about now was kneeling between her legs and tasting her again. Pushing his fingers into her body and grinding against her supple skin. Lord, he could just picture the sight she would make laid out under him, hair spread over her pillow, face flush, and panting as he slammed his dick into her over and over until orgasms overwhelmed them both.

Becks hadn't been very loud when he'd woken her up that one morning in Vegas, and she wasn't exactly loud right now. Sam wondered if he could get her to moan and scream his name loud enough for the whole damn street to hear.

He nudged the door slightly and through the crack he saw Becky laid out in the reflection of a mirror. From his angle, Sam saw her leaning against some pillows, legs spread wide, and her small hand moving rapidly between her legs.

Unless he was mistaken, Becks was pretty damn close to finishing up. Her eyes were closed, but he saw her reach over and pick up a vibrator from her side. A small blue toy that she quickly rotated the end of to bring it to life.

He closed his eyes for a second before snapping them open. He didn't want to miss a second of this. Holy crap – Becks turned the thing on and started sliding it between her folds, over her clit. The sound she made… Somewhere between a groan and a swallowed cry.

Her hand sped up a little as the little blue toy disappeared in her body. The moan – Sam had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. Her hips rolled as they rose off the bed, and Sam braced himself against the frame of the door.

SHIT.

All movement in the bedroom stopped as the frame creaked under his weight. Her eyes were opened wide and Sam watched as she quietly reached until her pillow and pulled out a wicked small 9mm Glock.

"Leave or I shoot. Five seconds. One. Two," Becky called out in a clear voice. Her hands were steady, and her grip was perfect. Sam couldn't help but feel proud until he saw her thumb push the safety off.

"Three."

"Fuck, Becky – It's Sam," he called nudging the door open as he moved to the cover of the wall and crotched down low. If she fired, she'd most likely be going for a chest high shot; his best course of action was to have his body out of the way of her likely firing path.

"Sam? What – Get out," she yelled, the fury in her voice slicing through him like a knife.

Of course she sounded irate. He'd just watched her masturbating and got caught. People like that usually went to jail. Or they got broken up with. Damn it.

"Shit. Becks – so sorry. I came up because I was worried when I saw your car in the driveway this time of day," he started babbling. He didn't want her to refuse to see him again over this. He just kept explaining himself from the hallway.

"And then you were, ah – and I didn't know what to do," he trailed off. Fuck that sounded weak.

"You could have turned around and left!" she snarled.

"I should have. Honey, I am so sorry. Please Becky – don't kick me out. We're good together, right?" Sam smacked his forehead. He always sounded so fucking stupid. In his head, he had these awesome reasons they made a great couple, and when he tried to get it out his mouth… it came out as whiny needy bullshit. He was a really intelligent man who did amazing things in his life. But try and get him to talk to this one woman who had him at point stalked him? He acted like a kid in middle school trying to get his first kiss.

"Sam," Becky frowned at him from the doorway. She was looking down at his crotched form. "Get up."

He stood up slowly and noticed the gun wasn't in her hands. So, at least getting shot was off the table. That had to count for something, right?

"I'm going to take a shower. You can – just don't come in the bathroom, ok?" Becky didn't actually look that angry as she'd sounded earlier. Walking back into her en suite bathroom, she closed the door and he heard the tumblers as it locked.

Looking around, Sam noticed Becky's room for the first time. He'd never been in here; there was the usual dark wood furniture that looked handed down. Out of date with dings and small scratches, but enough to tell him it had a history.

There were panties lying on the floor next to the nightstand. The same ones that had been on her body earlier today… He glanced at the door trying to make up his mind. He could go downstairs and use the facilities there.

Or he could sit on Becks bed, listen to her showering, and jack off in her room. Sam reached down and picked up Becky's panties. The pink scrap of cloth rested in his hand; it would have taken a better man than Sam to resist bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep breathe. Becky was known for taking long showers…

Sam popped the button on his jeans and hastily unzipped them. It was the work of a second to get his cock in his hand. He could smell the faint scent of his Becks and it made the often relived memory of their all too brief honeymoon replay with startlingly clarity.

Waking Becks up by crawling up between her legs and kissing his way to her cotton covered center. He'd pushed her gown up and pulled panties very much like the ones in his hand down her long legs.

It may have been the potion that drove him to Becky, but slipping his tongue between her folds and licking her slit… Sam's hand sped up as he felt his orgasm speeding up from his balls. Lord, she'd tasted like heaven to him.

"Oh," was all her heard before he snapped his eyes open and saw Becky watching his hand.

It would have been nice if he'd been able to say something witty or seductive. Anything really then what actually happened as he scanned his Becks' body wrapped up tight in a towel.

"Ugh," Sam grunted before coming over his shirt. Becky raised an eyebrow and walked around the bed to get some clothing from her dresser. She didn't even look at him before shutting the bathroom door behind her again.

Sam closed his eyes and fell back against the bed. He was a fucking idiot; that really about summed it up. Now he was going to have to drive back to the bunker tonight or maybe go to Dean's. He tucked his dick back in his pants just before a shirt hit his head.

"I thought you took longer showers," Sam grumbled.

"I usually have more business to attend to. Come on Sam – get changed so we can head out, ok?" Becky asked with a small smile.

So… When in doubt, just go with what your woman says. John Winchester had told them once a long time ago. Dean had been fighting with a girl and didn't even know why. John had just shook his head and offered that gem of wisdom. Personally, Sam had found it to be fairly affective.

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Castiel looked at his beloved and held in a sigh. Sometimes, Dean was very difficult to follow. As Sam would say, no idea where this crazy train is heading.

"Dean, you want to have sex without touching each other? We have done that once. We watched each other: it is called masturbation McSexy pants," the angel pointed out helpfully.

"Dude, we aren't even gunna' be in the same room. It'll be better than regular sex. And no. You can't call me McSexy pants Cas – You seriously don't have to have a nickname for me. You've just about exhausted them all babe –"

"How is this better than sex? I am not sure you understand what I am asking for. I want you to bend me over the side of the bed and wreck me. And I will find a nickname – don't force your negative nelly attitude on me,"

"Look, I'm sorry okay? Of course you will find a nickname. Just go next door," his hunter urged him. They had been married now for fourteen weeks and two days and Dean still explained this was the 'honeymoon' period of their relationship.

"Phone sex? Because I enjoyed that Baby Cakes," Cas thought he might be able to support some phone sex. The last time they tried phone sex ended with Cas flying to Dean.

"No – trust me?" Dean begged. "And I'm just gunna' pretend you didn't bring up Baby Cakes, ok?"

Cas smiled and nodded before winging away to the basement. Dean had shown him all manner of physical pleasure, and when he said he wanted to try something new… Cas was not sure he could think of anything they had not tried at least once, much less something that required distance.

There was a sudden pressure on his lips that lasted only a moment before it was gone. A gentle caress down his chest came next, and was followed by a tweak to his nipple.

Ah, the bond. Dean wanted to play with their mating bond; they hadn't done anything like this in the past, but it certainly held a degree of interest. Cas pictured Dean in his mind and palmed his growing erection.

The flash of arousal flickering from Dean was all the confirmation the angel needed that he had figured out Dean's plan for tonight. Castiel paused for a moment; angels who bonded rarely experienced pleasures of the flesh. This may very well be the first time a mating bond had been used like this.

Firm fingers caressed the arch of his wing even though they weren't visible in this dimension. A few pinions on the tip were carded through Dean's invisible fingers.

With a small bolt of happiness, Cas felt a firm pull on the feathers. Lust surged through his system; he could feel his cock starting to fill with blood. Dean was forever thinking of new things to do, and this one was almost beyond the realm of imagination.

Strong hands started caressing Cas' chest. Less erotic and more soothing. Dean always liked to just touch; fingers linked, legs pressed together in a booth. Sometimes nothing more than trying to smooth his hair out. Any contact – it was like a touchstone. His hunter might claim to hate cuddling, but he sure loved to touch and snuggle a lot.

Dean! Cas managed to send up the link as he felt strong hands dig into his thighs before pushing towards his crotch. There was pretty much no way to mistake the full, hard erection that all but begged for contact.

A deep moan ripped from Cas' throat as he felt the unmistakable feeling of lips starting at his knee and trailing up the inside of his thigh. Oh good Grace… Castiel may not have been very experienced in the arts of sexuality, but the things Dean could do were nothing short of miraculous.

"Dean!" Cas called out as a phantom finger slid across the head of his cock.

Like that baby? Dean sent. Cas could almost hear the laughter through their connection. All the practice they had put in to testing the boundaries – it appeared Dean had a very specific reason for it all.

How are you doing this Dean? Cas asked feeling a bead of pre come pearl up on his head. He rushed to get his pants open knowing it would not take long at the rate.

He felt a… he was not exactly positive, but it felt like a tongue. A tiny lick across the head of his cock that felt so real Cas let loose with a wicked moan. Invisible fingers rolled his balls causing the angel to thrust up into the empty air.

It was up for debate if this was pleasure or torture. Cas was leaning towards the torture end until a finger ghosted over his hole. No lube, no prep, but then again, since nothing was actually entering his body, none was needed.

A gasp was ripped from the angel's throat as that finger pressed firmly in, opening him up. No burn, just sensation. A second finger joined the first, and it felt like they were trying to open him up. Cas quickly took himself in hand and started to strip his cock.

Dean! Cas sent to his hunter. The response was a hard bite on the neck as those clever fingers found his prostate. The angel jerked harder and spilled over his hand.

Holy – fuck! Baby, came the thoughts from Dean as their link shared the orgasms from both men.

Love you, Dean murmured. A kiss ghosted across Cas' cheek, trailed across his jaw and a final one was planted just under his ear.

And I love you as well, the angel returned.

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Becky quickly washed off the embarrassment in the shower. So Sam walked in on her. Big deal. He'd seen her naked before; nothing new there.

Grabbing her soapy poof, she tried to work out how she was going to handle this whole thing. Maybe this would be good. Maybe it would help Sam see her as more than a friend.

Or maybe it would embarrass him into running away.

Becky hated the endless running in circles that her love life had become. One day, she'd be sure Sam wanted to be friends. The next? He was trying to get her to move in to help with the family business. The day after? He'd watch her lips as she talked and lick his own.

She was positive she'd caught him a few times staring at her breasts. They weren't that much, but she was pretty damn proud of the perky things. Plus, at times, Sam couldn't keep his eyes on her face.

Every once in a while, it was nice to be objectified.

Then, there was Sam's tent when she saw him in the door way. That was mighty impressive pole he'd been sporting. Men didn't get that hard over women they weren't at least a little interested in sexually.

Right?

So now it was her move. Play it cool – don't get all maiden shy or whatever. Frankly, if seeing her get off got Sam to make up his mind about where he wanted her… Yeah, she could handle that.

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Dean shuffled through the papers on the kitchen table. He knew they'd jotted down some notes about Sam's new car. Well, the new car Sam wanted. Dean was still trying to convince the princess that airbags were overrated compared to a steel frame that would cut through a stupid plastic car like a hot knife through butter.

Princess Sam disagreed. Of course.

Dean stopped and picked up a small folded booklet. His heart stopped and then started double time.

Holy. Shit.

The Mechanics of Angel Reproduction – A guide to creating a new angel

Cas… They were going to make a baby. He knew something like this was possible. Dean was going to be a Daddy!

Finally, everything had fallen in place. Well, as long as Dean didn't have to be the one that carried the baby.

Dean couldn't wait to talk to Cas when he got back from his Heavenly duties.

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AN –

Afternoon Delight – song by Starland Vocal Band. Pretty suggestive lyrics

Pinion – a type of feather