Chapter Two—Questions

"How do you work this contraption?" Cass asked, walking out of the bathroom in a bra and panties. It had been five days since they had had sex, since Jimmy had been stowed in a secure place, and Dean thought it was about time for the angel to take the test. Dean rolled his eyes and took the tester from his angel.

"Cass, come here," he said, leading him into the bathroom. After showing the angel how to do it, for Dean had experience with that sort of thing after so many flings, he walked out of the bathroom to wait. Cass returned a moment later, holding it up for Dean.

"What does this line mean?" he asked. Dean took the test and smiled widely.

"It means your vessel is pregnant!" he grinned, giving the test back to the angel. Cass smiled, looking down at his stomach.

"Oh. Good," he said. He was surprised when Dean leaned in to kiss him and the test dropped out of his hand and onto the floor. Cass kissed Dean enthusiastically, but then Dean broke it off.

"Wait, I just thought of something. What happens if you do your popping in and out thing? It won't cause it to, I dunno, hurt the kid or anything?" Dean asked. Cass thought about it for a moment.

"I'm not sure. I wouldn't think so, but there really isn't a way to test that…"

"Would any of your angel pals know?"

"I'm not sure. I could ask, but obviously I'd have to teleport to them to ask them," Cass said. Dean thought for a moment.

"Oh God, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," he said, looking grim and sitting down on the couch.

"Why not?" Cass asked, picking up his clothes and dressing. Dean had insisted that he could not wear his old suit, since he was a girl now, but he must keep the trench coat. So, Cass was now decked out in a purple undershirt with lacing at the top, the trench coat, and blue jeans, along with knee-length black boots.

"I don't know. I just, never thought of all the complications. What if we need to fight? I mean we're still hunting. What if you get hurt, or stabbed? What if this is all for nothing and the kid dies?" Dean asked. Cass came to sit next to Dean.

"We can't control everything…" Cass said. Dean sighed.

"Maybe, we should, take a break."

"Take a break?" Cass asked. Dean laughed irritably.

"Right, you've never had a break… We could stop hunting, just until this kid is born, and then—" Dean stopped dead. And then? What was he talking about? And then, there would be diapers, bottles, crying, eighteen years of growing up, birthday parties, friends, school, wait school?

Dean's head began to spin and he clutched it desperately.

"What's wrong?" Cass asked.

"I just had a, mid-life crisis I think," Dean said. "Cass, how on earth is this supposed to work? Are we going to raise this kid as a hunter? Are you even going to be able to stay with us? Shit, why do I always have to make these bad decisions?" Dean looked at the angel, who appeared very hurt.

"Oh shit, Cass, I didn't mean it like that."

Cass shrugged.

"I know you didn't… I'm sorry. We should have never done this…"

"But, I want it so badly Cass," Dean whispered.

"Me too…"

#

Sam opened the door of his motel room and his jaw dropped.

"What the—how in the—Dean what happened to you and, wait, Cass?" Sam stuttered, unable to speak coherently. He was staring at Cass' distended stomach, to Dean, to the trench coat, and back again. Dean held Sam's shoulder and led him back into the motel room.

"Sam, Cass is pregnant," he said.

"I can fucking see that!" Sam said. "But, whose body are you using? How did this even happen?"

"We wanted a child, and we think we've made a huge mistake. We meant to come find you immediately, but we had to finish our case, and, Dean went a little overboard with the alcohol," Cass said.

"How long has it been? This is impossible. I just saw you both two weeks ago," Sam asked, still oddly puzzled by Cass' woman body.

"One week," Dean said. Sam laughed.

"You're joking," he said. Dean's expression changed.

"No I'm not. It's been a week Sam."

"And you don't find it odd that Cass looks like it's his second trimester?" Sam asked, pointing to Cass' huge stomach. Dean's heart fell. He hadn't thought of that.

"Um, no…"

Sam pulled them both over to the computer.

"Sit," he said, gesturing to the worn out couch. They both sat, looking utterly confused.

"You two didn't research this at all did you?" he asked, opening a webpage. He turned the laptop, which now had two tabs open. One was "A look at the Pregnancy Cycle", and the other was "The Lore of Demi-Gods."

"Damn, you're fast," Dean said, taking the computer in his lap and reading the pages with Cass. When they finished they were silent.

"Yeah, there is tons of lore of Gods and men having sex and creating these mutant children," Sam said, looking irritated.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Dean asked irritably.

"Because, there is pretty much no lore on a man and a male angel who takes a woman as a vessel having sex in an attempt to have a half-angel, half-human child," Sam said.

"Okay, it does sound pretty weird when you put it like that," Dean said, defeated.

"So, do you know anything about it? Have you gone to a doctor?" Sam asked nervously.

"Of course we haven't gone to a doctor Sam! And, now with what you've said, we shouldn't even go to a hospital when the kid's born. Why is it so far along when its only been a few weeks? Cass doesn't even know if he can use his angel mojo without hurting the kid."

"That's technically not true," Cass interjected.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I've cured these irritating migraines and stomach flu that I've been having," Cass said.

"You haven't even told me about your morning sickness? Shit Cass!" Dean said angrily, standing up and walking to the other side of the room. Cass looked defeated.

"It's okay man, he's just nuts," Sam whispered.

"I am not nuts!"

"Whatever you say," Sam said… He looked back at the laptop and then at Cass.

"Cass, I think you should at least try to zap somewhere. Who knows, maybe you can induce labor."

"Was that a joke?" Cass asked. Sam frowned.

"No," he said.

"Oh. Well, I suppose I could try. Dean thinks that it will hurt the baby though."

Sam turned to Dean.

"Cass can do whatever he wants Dean. You don't control him man."

"I know Sam, I just don't want something to happen and have this all be for nothing!"

Sam nodded. "I know, but we should try." Dean sighed.

"Fine, but I'll be the first one to say 'told you so' when it fails."

Cass stood. He looked around for a moment, and then with a flutter of wings, he was gone. He reappeared a second later, completely fine.

"Cass," Dean said, going forward to hug him. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine Dean," Cass said.

"Good."

#

"I can't stop eating these delicious things," Cass said as he stuffed his face with burgers. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I guess that's one symptom you're not immune too. But watch the seats man," Dean said, always looking out for his Baby.

"I am," Cass said. "You want one?" he asked, pulling out a burger for Dean. Dean shrugged and took it.

"Why not?" As Dean ate he thought excitedly about when this would all be over. It had been four months now, and Cass was huge. They had been on several cases, but mostly the angel just hung back. Dean treated him like glass that would break at every minute now that he was carrying another life inside of him.

"You know I've been feeling it kick inside my stomach," Cass said through his bite of burger. Dean grinned.

"Really?" he asked. Cass nodded.

"Don't you think we should start thinking of names? I mean we can't just call it 'it'," Dean laughed.

"One moment," Cass said, and he was gone. Seconds later he reappeared, still eating, with a baby names book in his hand. He flipped through it, although he had already absorbed the contents with his mind.

"Do you want to go through boy or girl names first?" Cass asked, looking at Dean.

"Where did you get that?"

"A gas station," Cass said. Dean nodded. "Um, do girl names," he said.

Cass flipped through the names, occasionally saying one that he liked. Dean made a list on a piece of paper.

"Okay, so we've got Joanna, Ashley, Kate, Eliza, Ellen, Bailey, and Samantha for girls. Any of those scream 'pick me'?"

"I like Ashley and Bailey somewhat," said Cass. Dean shook his head.

"I dunno, now that I think of it, all of these seem really clichéd. I mean, Samantha is pretty much Sam, and Ellen just reminds me of Ellen and Jo. Besides, Ashley sounds like a prostitute to me, and Bailey is just too plain. We need something unique!"

"Okay, let's keep looking," Cass said.

#

After three more weeks of motel rooms, low grade hunts of wendingos and skin walkers, and plenty of alcohol for Dean, he had forbade Cass from having any, they finally decided to go to a doctor. Cass had insisted that they should see if the child was healthy, or even still alive…

"This will feel a bit cold," the woman said as she smoothed the gel over Cass' stomach. Cass didn't feel cold at all though, and just observed the interesting process.

"Do you want to know the sex?" the nurse asked, looking over at Dean specifically.

"Cass, what do you think?" Dean asked, unsure.

"I think I'd rather not know," Cass said with a shrug. Dean nodded in agreement. The nurse looked oddly at them and their nonchalance, but nodded.

"Okay then. Well, it looks perfectly healthy and has a very strong heart beat. You should both be perfectly fine. How many weeks has it been again?" The nurse asked. Dean froze. They hadn't thought of this. It had only been two months, but Cass was so far along that it looked like six or seven.

"Um, we actually switched doctors. It's been six months, but our records haven't been transferred," he said quickly.

"Oh, alright then. Well, its perfectly healthy," she smiled.

Dean nodded.

"Thanks," he said. When the got out of the office they immediately called Sam.

"She said its healthy," Dean said.

"Did you find out the gender?" Sam asked.

"We decided to wait."

"I'm really happy for you Dean," Sam said, smiling from the other end of the phone.

"Thanks Sammy," Dean said. He did feel truly happy, other than wanting Cass' old body back… He had never pictured himself having this, and now that he was going to, it felt incredible.