Blue eyes brimmed with uncontrollable tears. He had just walked out, stalked off without any warning. Gabriel made a mistake. This couldn't be happening. Dean should be ecstatic, not angry. This was some prank he was pulling and Castiel was going to kick his ass for it.

He knew none of this was Gabriel's fault; his own maybe? He wasn't pretty enough for Dean. Maybe it's all because he's not human. Or because he did not understand anything the hunter said. Or maybe because he had a male vessel and Dean just didn't swing that way.

"Castiel?" a soft voice questioned beside him. It did not hold the constant sarcasm or snark of Gabriel's tone but it was not foreign. "What Sam?" he spoke just above a whisper trying and failing to not fall apart. The disappointment, the sorrow, the hurt that was evident pained the young hunter. Already Castiel had given up and Sam was not going to stand by and watch.

"I spoke to Dean on my way in. He told me what is going on. Congrats," Sam smiled sadly when the tears in Cas's eyes swelled to spilling over. Sam sat next to the seraph, wrapping his arm around the other's shoulders. Boy did his brother do a number on this one, "Cas... Dean isn't walking out on you. Just, this is all so sudden. He does not know how to deal with it and needs some air, okay?"

The angel slowly shook his head in distant understanding. If Dean needs time, he needs time; Cas isn't going anywhere anytime soon. But, some things never left your mind. What if this happens again? What if he is left all alone on this one?

"He looked angry, broken and seething in rage. It is my fault; I shouldn't have ever become attached."

"He loves you."

"Excuse me?" Cas looked at the younger Winchester as though he had sprouted two heads. Sam smiled fondly and moved to face the angel properly.

"Dean... He may not say it but he loves you... a lot. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. He talks about you none stop to the women he tries to hook up with now a days and ends up never getting laid. And the way he defends you? Cas, I'd think he is a lawyer," Sam smiled knowingly, hazel eyes brightening at the look of pure joy written on the angel's face.

A huff came from the corner of the room making Sam almost jump out of his skin, "Hello to you to Sammy," the mentioned man's eyes made his way over to a small blonde form that seemed mildly out of place. He was a bit unnerved that he did not notice him there before now, "It's nice of you to defend your bro and everything but I think I might have to tear him a new one." The archangel wrapped himself up in between the two occupants of the bed, leaning both of them closer to him with soft warm hands.

"G-Gabriel? Uh, hey," the young hunter tinged a slight pink at his pathetic response but managed a huge grin, "G-good to see you!"

Gabriel chuckled at the sight before him as he nested himself into Castiel's bed side, "Long time no see."

Sam laughed lightly looking up towards Gabriel, "I really thought you meant you weren't coming back for good that last time." Sam smirked when it was the archangels turn to blush lightly.

"Can't get rid of me that easy!" Gabe released his captives, giggling like a school girl before leaning over and whispering, "We should get out of here before your brother returns. I don't wanna be in the line of fire."

Sam nodded in agreement, grabbed his jacket, and told Cas they'd be back shortly. Castiel somberly nodded in response before lying down fully on the bed, face buried deep in the pillows.

"You're sure it's just okay to leave him there?"

"Not at all, but my brother can hold his own."

The two men became lumps in the distance. A heavy gloom settled over the angel as he attempted to gain control over his foreign emotions. He stood slowly making his way to the single window. The angel stared hard in the direction Dean had gone, hoping to see him come bounding back over the slight curve of the hill. When he did not, a single sob escaped clenched lips before his knees gave way to soft carpet. His long, thin arms wrapped around a shuddering torso as though they could keep the parts of him the needed to stay up securely in place. One after another hot searing tears fell from tightly closed eyelids onto the black tee he dawned. Soon enough the sobs quieted down to hiccups; that's when Castiel noticed he was not alone.

Two strong arms scooped the figure off the floor and cradled him to his chest. Piano fingers grasped at the shirt in front of them, holding his shivering body to the stable pillar before him. Sweet nothings where whispered into his hot ear and chaste kisses were placed around his face. The moment he inhaled he knew who it was and he was not prepared to let go anytime soon.

"I did not mean to make you cry," the voice that spoke, however, was not strong. It was raw and hoarse, tired and resigned; it was everything the man in front of Cas should not be. The strong body before him was devoid of warmth and comfort but instead screamed, I need the things you are not capable of giving to me right now, I need the same warmth and comfort that you, too, are lacking. A few more tears ran down his face again at the prospect that neither of them was fully capable of grasping this information fully. They were even more broken, even more dysfunctional than before.

"Dean..." the cracked whisper shattered into the silence of the room as soft lips met and consoled one another. The kiss was sweet; it spoke the words the angel and hunter would have never been able to find. It spoke of devotion and apology, loyalty and forgiveness. It told how they were in this together, whether they liked it or not, may as well stay for the cake.

"A baby... I'm going to have a baby..." the statement needed no responding words as the older Winchester laid his forehead upon the divine beings. Both smiled softly at one another when Dean laid his hand on Castiel's taut stomach.

"Yes, yes you are."

Dark eyebrows knitted together when he noticed the deep frown on the hunter's face. Dean's eyes slowly met Cas's and he noted the fear within the green orbs. Castiel lightly touched his face, coaxing an answer from him with no words, "Cas, we are hunted almost every day, what if this just doesn't work? What if something happens? There are things that would love to rip us apart slowly and they would kill one another to have at our kid."

"I will protect the child with my life. We will make this work," determination set in on Castiel's face as he lent back from Dean's embrace, "Nothing will harm him or her," the other male smiled slightly at the mother bear behavior Castiel was displaying.

"What if this isn't right for us?"

"It must be. It happened did it not? We take whatever is thrown at us without looking back."

"Right," Dean motioned for Castiel to follow him back to the bed before plopping himself down, "Then I suppose we should look for a place to stay. No need for eyebrows being raised at a pregnant dude. This is like a definite thing, right?"

The angel rolled his eyes fondly and smiled, "Yes, Dean. The child is not going to crawl out of me anytime soon. And we really do not need to worry, I can conceal the child." Cas rubbed at his belly, wondering how little he knew about angelic pregnancies and locking it away to for a Gabriel based interrogation.

Dean huffed from the bed, "No way, babe. I want to see some pregnant belly. Besides, where are we gonna stash the kid? A motel room?"

Hours of house shopping on Sam's laptop later, both the mentioned and Gabriel walked through the door. Cas lay situated between Dean's opened legs with his head pillowed on the hunters chest and the laptop sitting on his closed legs. Dean's arms where snug at Cas's sides as he typed and clicked on different web pages as his chin lay securely on Castiel's shoulder. It was hard to tell if they had melded into one being or not.

"Well, well, hello boys!" the blonde angel crooned as he waved over dramatically. Both Dean and Cas grunted in acknowledgement at which Sam broke out in a grin. Gabriel stuck his tongue out at being barely acknowledged and plopped down next to the couple, pillowing his cheek on Castiel's shoulder.

"What'cha doin' with my laptop?" the owner of said appliance asked in an uninterested tone before switching on the TV and looking through research papers for their current hunt.

"Looking at houses, apartments and the like," Dean mumbled into Castiel's hair as he looked at a nice little apartment complex not far from Bobby's place, "I figured if I am having a kid, it and Cas would need a good home that wasn't Bobby's." Cas pointed at the kitchen and smiled tiredly, he could really dig that kitchen.

"Fair enough. Anyway, Gabe said he'd be happy to help on this hunt so you and Cas could discuss what's going on," Gabriel smiled proudly at being able to be an asset to the hunt. He contemplated how many secrets adoring looks he could throw at Sam before he noticed on a job.

"Yeah? That's good, could always use the help," Dean replied distractedly, "Can you use a gun?"

Gabriel pouted at the question, "Yes, I can but I have my own super abilities, you know." He stressed this fact by conjuring up a sucker and staring pointedly at Dean.

"Just take a gun, too." Sam smiled lightly at the conversation, knowing that Dean cared whether the angel got hurt or not even if he made it sound like all he cared about was the hunt.

"Fine! I'll take a stupid gun." Gabe switched the focus from him, sticking out his lounge and pointing to Cas. Looking down, Dean noticed the divine's dropping eyelids. Smiling softly, the Winchester moved the laptop over to the bedside table and sat back on the headboard allowing Cas to recline further in a laying position, head buried in Dean's lap.

Resting his own eyes shut, the hunter had the fleeting thought that they were like one big family before dropping off into a deep sleep.

Dean woke to soft humming. The warm kind, thick as honey and sweet as syrup, that made you just want to curl back further into the sheets and sleep. It reminded him of a home, dusty and worn with years of life under its roof. He laid further back into the pillows sighing contentedly. The humming ceased for a minute, debating whether it was safe to continue. Evidently deciding that it was, the humming started again as a soft gurgle then claimed its earlier life, a throaty sort of thrumming.

The hunter smiled softly finally awake enough to place a tune and voice. He could hear the click of the keyboard being pressed upon, the quiet muttering of the morning news. More distinctly he could pick out the soft purring of Hey Jude near his ear; could feel the soft, warm weight of the body to his left.

"Who taught you that one?" Dean ground out through his gruff sleep laden voice. He felt rather than saw the angel turn his head back towards him just as he felt those blue eyes bore into his skin until he opened his own eyes.

Cas turned his head back towards the laptop in front of him. He had borrowed it this morning from Sam to look at a few houses in Bobby's area, "I remember your mother singing it to you when you were very young. I like it so I figured the baby must like it too." Dean smiled at this revelation, enjoying the prospect of Castiel always being there. No matter how creepy that sounded.

"Babies got good taste then, huh?" he questioned, rubbing his hands over Cas's now slightly pudgy belly. It had only been eight weeks since they had found out the news of the pregnancy but boy was the angel starting to fill out… very early for being a novice as they had discovered. Dean was starting to feel grateful that they kept Gabe around to answer questions such as those; it was like having their own personal walking baby book.

The couple had extensively questioned Gabriel over angelic pregnancies after reading a bit on their own. Considering he had been there for the birth of many an angel, it was a good figure that he could be of major help. They had learned the swell of human emotion in the beginning came from estrogen attacking his system all at once to compensate for his bodies lack thereof. Which lead to the discussion of, 'Cassie will also feel the pain and uncomfort a woman would in her second through third trimester… tenfold… and much earlier'. But for now, it was all fatigue and throwing up excessive amounts. No pain, no weird cravings (although Dean was positive Cas dipped his burger in a milkshake) and absolutely no mood swings.

Castiel did not seem to appreciate the thought of gaining any weight at all. He especially did not enjoy when Gabriel informed him that he could not always eat burgers, the babe needed some sort of nourishment and yes that meant drinking water too. It sufficed to say that the angel had managed to consume twice his weight in burgers that night before decided to fast for the next nine months. He had not even looked at a burger twice since then.

Dean ran his hands once more over Cas's swell before he kicked his legs over the size of their king sized mattress and stood. He looked around momentarily for his boxers, not minding the way the cool air of the motel clung to his skin in the sticky August heat. Castiel looked up momentarily, met Dean's bare ass, and quickly looked back at the computer screen. The hunter quirked an eyebrow at him as he pulled the cloth up his legs and slipped on a shirt, "Cas, you should be used to this by now."

"I should be, but I am not," the angel grumbled back staring intently at the screen. His eyes lit up as he looked over the information for a beautiful Victorian style home that he figured needed a good refurbishing, "Dean, how do we plan on paying for housing?" he asked softly, smiling at the little house.

Dean chewed on the thought for a bit. He often thought of the many ways he could illegally pay for the house but always ended with the conclusion that, that was no way to raise a child, "Odd jobs, most likely. Sammy and Gabe can handle hunting together for a while. Figure they'd like that arrangement anyway, things with them are getting a little weird," Cas smiled a bit at that, "I could probably get a job as a mechanic and hunt locally for a while now that I think about it."

"I think that is the best way to go, Dean," the angel's lips parted in a huge grin. Dean's own lips parted in the same fashion when he bent to peck his other half on the lips. Castiel lent in gently just as Dean was pulling back. The hunter snorted, pecking his angel softly on the lips a few more times just as he liked and announced the need for them to shower.

Dean let the water run through the tap until it was so hot the entire bathroom was filled with steam. Cas was rubbing some of it off of the mirror from where he sat on the cheap fake wood counter top. It was obvious that he was attempting to look at his stomach no matter how hard he tried to hide his intentions. The blond often caught him doing this, although Castiel would play it off like he was doing no such thing. It was oddly cute to the Winchester

The angel muttered something about the water being so warm that it would scorch their skin just as Dean was fixing the temperature. He laughed softly while he shed his dirty shirt and boxers. Kindly he helped the angel out of the shirt he had stolen from Dean and briefs that could probably use an extensive washing. Really, the angel needed to buy more than the underwear he had begun with. It was probably time they went out for a thrift store shopping spree.

The couple stepped under the almost boiling stream of water. Whatever Dean's obsession with sweltering showers was, Castiel was desperate to find out and put an end to. Every time he left the shower he was red as a lobster and it was not from the mind boggling sex they managed to have in the tiny baths.

He scowled lightly at the wall, wondering if Dean would notice if he used telekinesis to make the water bearable for himself. The angel decided it was just not worth it and relaxed his back further into Dean's chest. The hunter snaked his arms around Cas's midsection, his hands rubbing lovingly over his soft pregnant belly. Castiel did not mind the affection Dean constantly showed his stomach. He clearly understood the paternal need to be close to what is and would be his. However, the angel could not understand the continuous worship their unborn child received on Dean's part. It was normal for Castiel to always have his hands on his swell; but Dean? The angel almost put it down as yet another obsession.

"You're so beautiful, Castiel," Dean slurred offhandedly into Cas's unruly wet hair. Castiel turned in his embrace, catching his lips in a sweet kiss. He nuzzled his head under the hunter's chin before cracking a tiny smile, "You are the beautiful one here, Dean Winchester," the angel spoke back, using his full name as a retaliation of the use of his own.

Dean lifted Cas's face towards him, admiring his lovers mixture of soft and hard features. He captured the other's lips in a hard kiss that threw all the affection and trust he had for the other into one big pot of 'I love you'. Castiel tangled his hands through the hunter's hair as he tilted his head for better purchase on his lips. The hunter's hands dropped down to hold his hips possessively.

Dean nipped at the angel's chapped lips. Castiel opened almost immediately for the blond's tongue to invade his mouth. The slippery appendage brushed and lapped at his teeth and gums, coming down for short dance with the timid tongue that called that mouth home. Slowly it coaxed the other to tangle with it in a slow dance of passion that had the angel gasping excitedly in the hunter's mouth. Cas placed his hand over the print on Dean's bicep and grabbed lightly at the strong muscle he found there. Dean pulled off slowly, resting his forehead against Castiel's as he smiled down at wide blue eyes.

"What do you say we get out of here?" Castiel thought he never nodded so quickly in his life. The warm water was beginning to make him feel faint and he could use some of the stale motel air-conditioning.

After both boys had dried off and dressed they laid spooned on the creaky bed looking through more houses after bookmarking the one Castiel was claiming to be 'The one, Dean.' Dean had already decided if they ended up with the Victorian he was going to spend many hours repainting the son-of a- bitch. He desperately hoped the angel could find a house that was perfect as it was, although he may be able to talk the real-estate agents to a lower price if he had to fix it up.

The hunter and angel shared a long, lazy kiss; content to slowly lap at one another's mouths. Soon enough they abandoned the house shopping to heavy petting and a long afternoon of drawn out moans and sated gasps.

Notes:

What even are chapter endings? They make me want to tear my hair out.

I am thinking this one will go a little slower than a written sex scene off the bat, helps give the story a bit of dignity, don't you think? Also drag it out a bit more, but mostly give it some modesty. No reason to throw naughty bits out there yet.

I think I have some good ideas on the new baby, I don't have a name or gender but I figure when the time comes you lovely people would enjoy some say.