Title: Qué será, será.

Fandom: Supernatural

Setting: Season 5

Character(s): Dean, Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Bobby

Warnings (For this Chapter): Hurt/Dying (Sad)

A/N: this took longer than it should have. First, I was unmotivated, then me and my friend almost drowned at a beach, and now there are Bush fires about 45 minutes from where I live (And I have a "friend"[my crush!] lives down that who I haven't heard from) (I live in Tasmania, Australia, Google it)

But anyway, I'm back, and I'm in the writing mood again! So Here is Chapter 2 of Qué será, será!

Read, Enjoy, Review!

Chapter 2: Downhill.

"Sammy." Sam jerked awake as his brother tapped on the window of the impala.

"Dean" Sam said in a daze, as he opened the Door and stepped out of the.

Sam looked around, he must have been out of it for an hour, and the last thing he remembered was staring out the window and wondering what the hell Gabriel was talking about.

And then there was the little girl in his dream, he didn't know what that meant either.

"Earth to Sam" Dean waved his hand in front of Sams face, "can you read me?"

Sam smacked his brother's hand away from his face and got out of the impala.

"Having a naughty Dream were we?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"No, I was..." Sam decided he wasn't going to tell Dean about his dream. Any way he put it, the fact he was dreaming about a little girl, would just sound wired. "I wasn't dreaming about anything. It was a nice dreamless sleep."

"Yeah well, whatever." Dean could tell his brother was lying, he knew him better than that. But he decided to let it drop. The older Winchesters main worries were up in the bed room with Cas.

The Winchester boys walked up to house together. "So how's Cas doing?" Sam asked his brother as they walked in to the study where Bobby was sitting.

"He's OK, for now... I think." Dean said as he leaned against the door frame, Sam sat on the couch. "He's really pale, has a fever and is sweating like crazy"

"But he's alive" said Bobby.

"Yeah. Cas said the most dangerous part with the laying of the egg." Sam Said "He'll be fine Dean"

"I'm gonna go check on him," began Dean "And maybe take a nap" Dean Turn and walked out of the room.

~ Qué será, será ~

When Dean Got back to his room, he glanced over at Castiel, who was still asleep on the queen sized bed. The angel was still lying on his back; Dean guessed he was still too exhausted to even move. His eyes left the sleeping figure of Cas, and slid to the bassinet. He walked from the door way to the side of the bassinet, placing himself between the Bassinet and the bed.

Dean moved some of the blankets so he could see the smooth, glowing shell of the egg. It was now a brilliant French Rose Colour, and still glowing with a gold tinted glow. Dean placed his hand on gently on the small section of the shell not covered by the blankets. He smiled. The shell felt warm, and he could feel, something fluttering from the inside, never in his life has he felt something like this, but he knew immediately what is was. Dean closed his eye at the connection he could feel to his unborn child.

"Dean?" He heard whispered from behind him. Dean opened his eyes and turned around to find Castiel awake and looking in his direction. Looking in his direction, Not, looking at him. The angel seemed to be have a hard time focusing his gaze.

"Hey, Cas." Dean took his hand off the egg, and covered it back up. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on the side of the Angels face. "I thought you were asleep." He said as he stroked the angels face. Even as this close distance Cas was still having trouble focusing on Deans face and he seemed to be fighting very hard to stay awake. "Did I wake you?" Cas shook his head in an answer.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked taking his hand away from the angels face and taking the angels hand instead. "Bad" was all he got from the angel. Dean could have figured that much out for himself, Dean felt his fever, and Cas was very pale. Panic rose up in dean like a fire, he knew Cas needed to rest, but Dean was terrified to let him drift into unconsciousness for fear that he would never wake. Panic mixed with fear must have shown in Deans eyes.

"Dean... I'm... I'm gonna d..." the angel said in a voice that was barely there. Dean cut him off

"Don't say that, you don't know that" Dean said, trying so hard not to breakdown or start sobbing. He took one of the angel's hands and held it in both of his. "What'll I do if you die, Cas? Do you think I could function let alone raise our kid without you?" Cas' eyes started to close, Tears streamed down the hunters face. "Don't you dare die on me you son of a bitch!"

~ Qué será, será ~

After Dean had gone upstairs, Bobby had gone to his room to see if he could get a few hours shut eye after driving all night. But Sam, Sam just sat at the kitchen table, thinking about what Gabriel had said.

Normally, Sam wouldn't give anything the Gabriel said a second thought. But Sam having that dream about the girl straight after his encounter with the archangel couldn't be a coincidence.

The dream felt like back when he had his visions because of the yellowed eyed demon, it felt real. It was real. But Sam hadn't have Vision since the Yellow eyes was killed, and that was years ago. Gabriel must have done something to him when he touched him.

Maybe the girl in his dream was the girl the Trickster was telling Sam to protect.

Sam didn't trust Gabriel as far as he could throw him, but, if that girl was out there somewhere and she was in danger, Sam had to try and help her. The only problem was finding her if she even dose exist. And even if she exists it's not like they have a list for kids born with different coloured eyes. Still Sam was sure there couldn't be that many people out there with it. Sam got out his laptop and did a quick search.

The condition was called Heterochromia, and as far as Sam could tell, about 1 out of 400 children are born with it, and then there is a small percentage who acquire it after birth though an injury or illness. And a majority of Cases it was one eye a lighter colour then the other. If this child was out there, she was going to be really hard to find. And Sam had no idea where to start looking or even if she was real.

Damn Gabriel, why couldn't he just give a straight answer for once in his life?

~ Qué será, será ~

Dean was half laying half sitting on the bed in the room he shares with his angel; the angel was lying on Dean's chest and was fast asleep. Dean's arm was draped around Cas' shoulder, his hand resting over the angels heart, making sure it was still beating.

Dean was no Doctor, but he knew that Castiel was getting worse. His temperature was rising higher and higher, His skin was so pale, Dean could see the veins running through the skin on the angels face. As the hours slipped away, Cas was slowly going downhill, now, 3 hours after Dean had let him drift off to sleep, His breath was shallow, and barely there at all. If Dean had to Guess (which he really didn't want to), Cas, his angel, his loyal friend who would follow him to the ends of the earth, his partner who gave up everything for him and his lover, would be Dead within the hour. And there was no way in heaven, hell or some god damn place in between, that Dean was going to let that happen.

Dean carefully lifted the angel off of him, and gently placed him on the bed. He really didn't want to leave Cas alone, but he didn't see any other option, he wasn't about to let the angel die. He slipped off the bed and walked to the door where he paused and looked back at the sleeping angel on the bed. "I won't let you die" he whispered to the all but silent room, before he disappeared out the door.

Dean walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen where he found his brother sitting at the table looking at something on his laptop. Dean slumped into the chair across from him.

"Hey, Dean" Sam said as he looked at he closed his laptop and studied his brothers face. Dean look like he hadn't slept in a week, he eyes were red (Sam would be he'd been crying, not a good sign), "How's Cas?"

"Cas is dying" Dean said he eyes staring at Sam's closed laptop.

"What? Are you sure?" Sam asked sitting up more in his chair

"He's barely breathing, Sam" Dean said, his eyes not moving.

"Dean..." Sam said, his voice dripping with sadness

"We've got to something Sam" said the older hunter as his eyes snapped up to his brothers face. Sam could see the fear of losing Cas written all over his brothers face. "We can't let him die."

"Dean, what can we do...?"

"I can't lose him Sammy" Dean put his head in hands. Sam thought about a way to save Cas, and then it hit him.

"Dean, what about and angel?" Dean took his head out of his hands and look as his brother as if he a suggested they drive the Impala off a cliff.

"Why would any of the God squad help us? Help him? They hate us!" Dean Said.

"Well, what about an angel who's not exactly fond of the god squad?" Sam asked. "One who might be interested in helping us, Or, at the very least, doesn't want him to die"

Dean thought for a moment before he spoke "And who would that be?"

Sam took a deep breath; He knew Dean wasn't going to like it, even if it was the only option on the board right now.

"Gabriel"

A/N:would you guy like Gabriel/Sam to be a thing in this story. I'm debating to get them together or not... Let me know in a Review or a PM