Chapter 1: Woops
Hey, I am back all you little bitches and bastards. (Don't worry, its a term of endearment). I decided to go somewhere new with this one and I want you tell me honestly what you think. Review and stuff! Oh, and if you have any ideas for future chapters, which, by the way will go month by month chronologically, please tell me, I love new ideas. There will probably be about 11 chapters by the end. Anyway, love all of you!
Castiel supposed that he realized he loved Dean shortly after he though Raphael was going to kill him after trapping him. Dean had taken Castiel to a den of inequity, and he had realized there that he did not want to fornicate with a random woman who had issues with her father, but rather with the hunter who laughed with him with his sparkling green eyes and crinkled grin. And as it turned out, Dean also fell for the angel that fell for him. While they hid it from one another for awhile, it became too much.
Luckily, they felt the same way for each other and they eventually got together. A hunter and his angel. Or an angel and his hunter. However you looked at it, they belonged to one another. It was always the two of them. Except when something impossible happened, as it usually does for the Winchesters. But none of them expected what happened next.
It started one day when the trio were in the Men of Letters bunker watching television. Castiel had become very attached to many of the shows, such as Sherlock, or other cop shows. He was lying against Dean on the couch, while Sam was in the library trying to figure out something about their latest hunt.
Castiel suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, one that prodded him to fly to the restroom immediately in order to throw up the contents of his stomach, which was mostly bile. From outside, Castiel heard Dean pounding on the door, asking what was wrong.
"Cas! You ok?! Cas! I'm coming in!" Dean yelled as he came in. He took in the sight if the angel crouched over the toilet, puking his guts out, hot tears threatening to fall.
"Dean, you do not need to witness this. Please wait in the main room for my arrival." Castiel said weakly, barely finishing before he choked up another stream of bile. Dean shook his head and knelt down beside Castiel.
"No way. I gotta help you. Is there anything I can do? Get you a towel? Or something to drink to get the taste out of your mouth?" Dean asked, rubbing circles on Castiel's back. Castiel just nodded. Dean understood and he got up and left to the kitchen to get him some milk.
When he went back to the bathroom, there was no one there. Instead, he found the angel on the couch where he was before. Dean furrowed his brow.
"Cas, what happened? Are you okay now?" Dean said as he sat beside Castiel, allowing him to snuggle into his side again.
"I do not understand what happened, but be assured Dean, I am perfectly normal now." Castiel assured him, stroking his thumb with his own lazily.
"Do angels get sick?" Dean asked with concern. Castiel shrugged.
"No. But I am not most angels, so it may be some sort of human sickness that is lightly effecting me. Do not concern yourself with it. I am sure it is nothing." Dean snorted.
"Hell yeah you aren't most angels. You just so happen to be mine." He grinned, stretching his freckles widely, leaning forward to press a kiss to Castiel's forehead. Castiel sighed in contentment and closed his eyes and somehow, fell asleep in the embrace of his hunter.
"Cas? Cas, wake up babe." Dean nudged Castiel's shoulder with his fingers.
"Wait, have I fallen asleep?" Castiel asked as he shot straight up. Dean looked at him and nodded.
"Yeah, is that not a good thing?"
"No. That means that there is something wrong and I need the sleep to fix it." Castiel replied, much to the shock of Dean.
"Do you feel like there is anything wrong? Like, any angel senses that are off?" Dean inquired as he knelt down to be eye to eye with Castiel. "Tell me everything."
"There is something. I can feel an addition to my Grace. Almost like it is there, plus some more. It feels uncomfortable, but not painful. Dean. I'm scared." Castiel admitted as he looked at his hunter with azure eyes. A pair of emeralds met them with concern and love.
"Don't be Cas. I've got you. Whatever this is, we can handle it. Right?" Dean asked as he pulled him into a hug. Cas nodded into his chest, fighting stinging tears. At that moment, Sam walked into the room holding an open book in his hands.
"So, I think we are up against a woman in white, because a-Cas? Dean? Are you guys okay?" Sam asked, dropping the book and jogging over to the pair.
"Sammy, it's Cas. We...we don't know what is going on. He fell asleep earlier and just before that he puked his guys out. He said that there is something in his Grace." Dean said, looking at his monster of a brother. Sam immediately dropped to his knees and looked into Cas' eyes.
"How do you feel right now?" Sam asked cautiously. Castiel looked down at his stomach.
"Extremely hungry, actually. I really want a cheeseburger right now. Dean?" Castiel said in a small voice. Dean cupped his face and smiled lightly.
"You got it babe." He planted a small kiss on the top of his head as he got up, then went to the kitchen. Castiel laid down on the couch and sighed. He felt his eyes flutter and he dozed into unconsciousness for the second time that day, despite Sam's protests.
Castiel woke up to the smell of fresh burgers and smiled. He swung his legs around to the floor and got up fluidly. A sharp tug in his abdomen sent him to the floor. Sam, who had been in a chair nearby, rushed to the angel's side and helped him up.
"Cas! What was that?" Sam asked once Castiel had steadied himself.
"I am unsure. But I felt a pain in my stomach and it caused me to temporarily lose feeling in my legs. Apologies." Castiel murmured before shuffling to the kitchen. He arrived to the smell of bacon and grilling patties. The stove was full of pans; one for the hamburger meat, one for bacon, one for the toasting buns and one grilling onions. Dean barely acknowledged Castiel, but shortly after he arrived, Dean placed a plate with a nearly perfect burger in front of him. Dean sat across from Castiel, looking smug and completely proud of the food, especially when Castiel moaned in pleasure after only one bite.
"This...is VERY good. It makes me...very happy." He said in between bites. Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, better than White Castle?" He joked as Castiel nodded furiously. After the burger, Castiel was back in the pantry, scouring the shelves for more food.
"Don't we have anything more? I have always wanted to try an Oreo. I have heard that they are 'milk's favorite cookie'. Though it confuses me on how an inanimate object can have a favorite anything." Castiel muttered as he sat back down to a laughing Dean. The hunter got up and took Castiel's hands and led him to his room. Together, they lied down on the mattress and Dean held Castiel. He laid on his chest, fingers entwined on one hand while Dean played with Castiel's hair and Castiel traced the planes of Dean's muscular chest. They were blissfully unaware of the surrounding world in that room, they only felt each other.
That was, until Castiel felt another movement in his abdomen.
"Dean!" Castiel gasped as he sat up, straddling Dean's hips. Dean's face melted into a look of concern as he put his hand on Castiel's stomach. Beneath his hand, something...fluttered. Both could feel it and they looked at one another in shock.
"Is that what you feel against your Grace?" Dean asked, gaping at the angel's stomach. Castiel nodded.
"I think I might be able to figure out what it is. I am going to need your help though." He stated as he got off of the bed.
"Anything."
"I need all of my Grace, and there is a small portion in you. So, if I am to figure out if something is inhabiting my body, I will need your portion of Grace as well." Castiel explained. Dean inhaled sharply and subconsciously put a hand over the scar on his arm from Castiel when he raised him from Hell. Castiel laughed without humor.
"Do not fear Dean, I would not dream of taking your mark. It is my claim to you. No, instead, I...I need to mate with you." He finished sheepishly. Dean felt his eyes widen as he took in what the angel had said.
"Do...do you mean like, sex? Because we have already done that. What do you mean by 'mate', Cas?" Dean asked as he got up from the bed. Castiel looked at the ground.
"It means that I would bind my Grace to your soul for all of eternity. Basically, we would be each other's forever. But I could not possibly take that from you." Castiel said as he turned to leave. Dean caught his arm.
"So, we would get angel married?" Dean asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he pulled Castiel towards him, sliding his hands around his waist. "Because that sounds wonderful."
Castiel pulled away violently and turned to glare at the hunter with anger in his eyes.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I MEAN? If we do this, not only would be bonded for this lifetime, but your soul would literally be binded to mine until it withered away when I did. Which won't be for another three millennium!" He shouted at Dean. Dean straightened and turned his smile into a tight line.
"Cas. Listen to me. I want to be with you forever, no matter what. And if this means that even after I die, we are together, that sweetens the deal far more. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. And nothing will ever change that. Okay?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded with saltwater tears streaming down his cheeks.
"The process is not overly complicated. I just need to reach into your mind and once I am in, you need to give me permission before I can perform the bonding. But, I need permission from someone besides you." Castiel said, going through a mental check list. Dean furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who would you need permission from? Isn't it my soul?" Dean scoffed. Castiel nodded.
"Yes, but the ceremony is much like human marriage in that it needs a witness and I need a blessing from usually the father, but in this case, your brother will do." Castiel explained, weary of what Dean was going to say. Dean began to laugh.
"Nice. Well then, lets get hitched!"
"No."
"Come on Sammy! Why are you so against it? Are you homophobic or something? You have been fine with us so far! How is this any different?" Dean requested. Sam shook his head and stood from the table.
"Of course not Dean, its just...this is your soul we are talking about. I don't want you to just throw it aw-" Sam tried to explain before getting pushed against the wall.
"Don't you dare say that I would throw it away. For once, I want to do something that I want. Something that will make me happy! Cas is what I want, and you can't see that. Why? You are the one who practically forced us to admit our feelings to each other, so what's your problem now?" Dean asked, fury rising in his voice. Instead of looking scared, or even sticking his ground, Sam started laughing.
"Dean, calm down. I just wanted to make sure you were serious. I didn't want you to back out as soon as I said no. But, of course I support you! Your my brother. Even if you are a jerk sometimes." Sam said with a smile. Dean was taken aback and let go of Sam immediately. Castiel poked his head in the room and made his way inside.
"Sam, will you give us your blessing?" Castiel asked as he took Dean's hand.
"You better you little bitch." Dean warned, all anger gone from his voice. Sam widened his grin and then frowned.
"How am I suppose to do this? Just say it? Or...what?"
"You say 'I, Samuel Winchester, give my blessing to my kin, Dean Winchester and Castiel, Angel of Thursday, to mate their souls for all eternity.' I will handle the rest." Castiel clarified. Sam scoffed.
"Kinda formal, but okay." He repeated the line as Castiel placed his hands on Dean's shoulders, Dean automatically followed suit. Castiel started murmuring words in Enochian as his eyes blazed an electric blue.
"Ica alalare balgen a baeouid enai. Commah iheh eshera cahnit." Castiel said, beginning to get louder. Dean felt a light touch at the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream. He saw Castiel standing in front of him, everything blanked out besides the two of them in Dean's mind. The angel had two wings sprouted from his back, each one was a deep black color, glistening with sheens of violet and emerald. They spread out widely as Castiel smiled. Dean felt his jaw drop as he got closer to Castiel. He reached out a hand and stroked the length of the appendage, causing them to shudder delicately. Castiel moaned, but grabbed his hand.
"Dean, focus. I can only do this for so long. I need you to let me into your mind completely. No restrictions, no secrets. Okay?" Castiel asked. Dean felt his throat close, but he nodded as the entire world burst in color. Memories flew by him, both good and bad, and Castiel took in everything with wide eyes. With a final heave, Castiel swung his gaze back to Dean and placed his hand on Dean's forehead. "I hereby bond us now and forever. Dean Winchester and Castiel."
Dean flew out of the dream and fell to the ground, landing on his back in the bunker, same as Castiel. His eyes danced with the lights as Sam came over to help him up.
Dean. Are you okay?
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean responded to Castiel. Sam looked at him.
"I didn't ask." Dean laughed and before he could tell off his brother, he heard Castiel again.
He can't hear us. Now that we are bonded, we can speak to one another through our minds.
So, he can't hear anything?
No.
Well, that is incredibly convenient. Dean thought, winking at the angel that was already up. Castiel rolled his eyes as Dean laughed again.
"Did I miss something?" Sam asked as he looked between the two.
"Obviously. Well, it worked. And now, Cas, lets find out what you have inside you." Dean said, getting serious once again. Castiel nodded and closed his eyes for about a minute. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. Suddenly, his eyes flew open.
"That...that is impossible! That can't be!" Castiel shouted, now pacing. Dean felt a string of foreign disbelief and anger course through his head. It only took a second to realize that he was feeling Castiel's emotions, not his own.
Cas! Cas, what's going on? I can feel that something happened. Just tell me. Dean pleaded.
"It seems that something I thought utterly impossible has just come true. Dean," Castiel said, looking into the hunter's eyes with a sad look. "I am carrying a nephilim." Sam nearly fell over and Dean just stared at his new mate.
"You...your, pregnant?"
WHAT? Didn't see that coming. Haha, jk. Anyway, thanks for reading so far, I will have the next chapter out shortly.