AN: FIRST CASTIEL FIC
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Harder Than It Looks
anonniemoose
Word Count: 530
"My God." You snuggle your way into your husband's arms who holds you on the crappy motel bed next to the two arguing brothers. "Are they at it again?" He smiles and nods gently into your hair, his hands instantly going to your swollen belly, stroking it gently.
"Deanna!"
"Samantha!"
"Deanna!"
"Samantha!"
"Neither!" You call over the top of them. "I am not naming my daughter after either of you." Cas chuckles at your outburst. "In fact, every suggestion made by you is specifically what she is not going to be called!"
A beat of silence as you slowly relax into Cas' hold before-
"Sarah!"
"Jessica!"
"Sarah!"
"Jessica!"
"Sarah!"
"Jessica!"
"Sarah!"
"Jessica!"
"No!" You shout once more. "Shut it, the both of you!" You struggle to sit up, your heavily pregnant stomach getting in the way. "Not Deana, not Samantha, not Sarah, not Jessica, not Impala, not Yura and definitely not Dean-Is-Way-Better-Than-Sam-So-Suck-On-It, as I have seen written all over my note book, thank you Fuckwit." You glare at Dean. "No more name suggestions." Cas starts to rub your back, knowing that the removal of the knots and kinks will relax you. "We clear Winchesters?" You cross your arms as the boys nod slowly with small smiles. Lying back into Cas' arms as your stomach grumbles.
"What do you want, beautiful?" Cas murmurs into your ear as you shrug.
"Not to be pregnant." You grumble. "It sucks." You groan as your stomach rumbles again. "Burgers, fries and ice-cream-garlic-and-cheese pizza." You decide and with a disgusted look and a flash, he is gone to get your craved dinner. Silence rings out once again throughout the motel room as Dean and Sam continue to research on their beds before….
"Ellen!"
"Mary!"
"Ellen!"
"Mary!"
"SHUT UP!"
Two weeks later, in Bobby's house (after several grumbles how it was his house, not a hospital), you give birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, with Cas holding your hand as a trusted sister of his assisted in the birth of the blue-eyed, Y/H/C coloured locks and a small dusting of freckles across her nose as she yawns massively, her little hand refusing to let go of yours.
"So, Y/N, what's she gonna be called?" Bobby asks as he looks down at her with a slight smile.
"Yeah, Deanna, Sarah, Mary, Impala, Hannah or not Dean-Is-Way-Better-Than-Sam-So-Suck-On-It?" Dean asks with a smile.
"Samantha, Jessica, Ellen, Anna, Charlie or Yura?" Sam asks with a small glare over to his brother and you sigh as you look up to Cas.
"What do you think?"
"It's up to you, Y/N." Cas smiles down at your daughter, the bright blue eyes investigating everything, taking everything in with a careful gaze. You think for a minute before you hear the quiet chanting.
"Michelle."
"Lucy."
"Michelle."
"Lucy."
"Zip it." You glare at the two arguing brothers. "Really? I'm not stupid. I am not naming my child after Michael or Lucifer, you dumbwits." Everyone around you chuckles lightly before you look down at your child once more with a small smile.
"So, what will it be, Y/N?" Dean asks. Your smile widens as you whisper her name for the first time.
"Robyn Marie."