Chapter 1

Dean rushed home to the bunker when he saw the text.

"NOW." It read.

"Not now, not now dammit, please." Dean begged as he started the car.

Sam was loading stuff into the trunk as fast as they could and they sped off down the road. Dean was pushing 70 on a 40 mph road. Sam was holding on for dear life, finding it surprisingly easy to keep his mouth shut. It took 10 minutes.

They threw open the door to the bunker. Cas was on the floor convulsing and Kevin was squatting over him, trying to help but unsure of what to do.

Dean ran over to the angel. "Cas? Cas?" He shouted holding the man's head in his hands.

"Still breathing..." Kevin coughed out, catching his breath, Sam holding him upright.

"Cas, baby, I'm here." Dean choked.

Suddenly the blue eyes were exposed and the two met with an intense kiss.

"Im here Cas. I love you."

"Dean, I love you too." Cas managed. "This was never meant to happen Dean. My body..."

"Will be fine." Dean interrupted. "I promise you that."

"Dean stop." Cas commanded. "You know how this ends." He gave Dean a knowing look. Dean looked at the blood stained trench coat that he still had on. His face hardened.

"Over my dead body." Dean replied. "Sammy!" He yelled, desperately.

Sam rushed over.

"This isn't a natural process Dean." Sam informed.

"Uhh duh. Now shut up and lets do this." Dean yelled.

"Okay, but were going with plan C." Sam said carefully.

"Uhh Sam? Whats plan C? Last time I checked there is no plan C!" Dean screamed.

"C. For C-section." Sam replied.

"Is that necessary? Is it safe?" Dean asked blankly, desperate for a solution.

"Necessary? Yes. I don't see how to get it out besides like this." Sam informed. "Safe? Well..."

Dean looked to Cas who nodded. "Do it." Dean commanded.

Sam, out of options, searched for the right tools. Kevin was frantically looking through any books he hadn't already for anything useful.

Dean cupped Cas's face in his hands. "Why why why did I have to get you pregnant?! Why is that even possible? Our lives will never be normal again, if they ever were." Dean sighed.

Cas looked up at him. "Regardless of how it happened, it happened. But, Dean, even with my grace, I won't be able to survive this-"

"Shh." Dean interrupted.

"No. Dean listen." Cas persisted. "I'm weak. You cannot disregard this." This time Dean did not interrupt.

"Do not make any deals, do not kill yourself, do not give up our daughter. Do what you do best. Hunt things, save people. Forget me." Cas said weakly.

"Sam!" Dean yelled. "No, I will never forget you," He said turning to Cas. "You're not dying! I'm not losing you too, I'm never going to be the same if you do. Wait... Our daughter? It's a girl?" Dean laughed a sad laugh.

"Yes." Said Cas.

"Her name?" Dean asked.

"I like Abigail." Cas suggested.

"Me too." He smiled.

Sam ran over with a giant knife and and even bigger medical kit.

"Do you understand what were about to do?" Sam asked.

Cas nodded and reached for Dean's hand. Sam started slicing, fast but neat and all Dean could manage to do was look into his lover's eyes. He saw all the pain there. He cried with him.

Everything seemed fine, then suddenly Cas jerked. Dean spun around and saw Sam pull out a tiny baby. Smaller than any normal baby should be. Sam handed her over to Dean and he showed Cas. She was glowing.

"Abigail." Dean announced. "It's all over now." He said to Castiel, who was shuddering. A sparkle appeared in his eye as he looked towards his daughter and his best friend/ boyfriend.

Cas looked up at them both. He took a sharp breath. "I'm so sorry." He said. "I love you." And then his head fell back followed by a stream of white light pouring out of his eyes and mouth.

"No!" Dean screamed and fell clutching Cas's head along with his daughter. Kevin ran over reciting spells and enchantments, anything he could think of. Now he was screaming, tears overflowing, pounding on the floor around the angel out of anger.

"Don't leave me now you son of a bitch! Please! Don't leave me!" Dean screamed. Tears were flowing out of his eyes.

Sam was trying to mend Cas, but there was too much blood, not enough time. The grace had disappeared too.

They all crowded around in a circle with Dean refusing to let go of either his mate and his daughter.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me," He said shaking back and forth, clutching Cas's lifeless body.

The traditional smoldering imprint of gigantic charcoal wings decorated the floor. Sam hugged his brother and their favorite profit, rocking them back and forth, as an attempt for comfort.

They sat that way for hours.

Kevin stood up first. "I'm so sorry Dean." He said and went up to his room, slamming the door. Everyone was too tired to sleep that night.

All night the bunker was quiet enough that you could hear the sobs of each family member echo through the halls of the ancient bunker along with the sad song of a nephilim.