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Warnings: non-graphic birthing
Word Count:2,060
Spoilers: None

A/N: Guys, I am SOOOOO sorry for the delay. Most of you don't know, but I have very debilitating type of OCD. It makes me very tired, very often, inability to concentrate well, and just other things that make writing hard sometimes. Once again, I'm so sorry, I'm hoping to get the next chapter out sooner.


The rent was due tomorrow and everyone was stressing. Castiel was trying to cheer Sam up, rubbing his head against his knee.

"Not now, Cas," Sam said, gently batting him away and going back to balancing the check book. Cas, not to be defeated, trotted into the living room where Dean and Gabe were looking over pawning some things. He hopped up on the couch and set his head in Dean's lap.

Dean nuzzled his head against Cas' hair before going back to his work. Cas, unsatisfied, lifted his head and nuzzled it under Dean's chin.

"Later, baby," Dean said. Cas made a low purring noise.

"Now…"

"How about you go take a nap, and we'll play afterwards," Dean said, smiling and kissing the top of his head. Cas kissed Dean's jaw. He hopped off the couch and took his bed in between his teeth and dragged it into the library to lie down.


Castiel woke up a few hours later to a dull cramping sensation below his stomach, and his back and hips felt achy. The cramping in his abdomen started to get worse over the course of the next minute. Cas curled in on himself, the stomach cramps painful like nothing he had ever felt. His breath came slower and shakier; it felt hard to get the air out.

The babies were coming; Cas knew it almost immediately. Tears came to his eyes as the pain increased for a few more seconds. Cas was unused to pain, never having really experienced it before, and he was scared and alone, and unable to call for anyone when he could hardly breathe through the pain. As soon as the wave of pain subsided he got up and walked slowly into the living room, not wanting to invoke more pain.

Dean and Gabe were looking at the T.V, enraptured in some program.

"Dean!" Cas cried out suddenly. Both Gabe and Dean looked up suddenly at him. Cas never spoke the few words he knew in English unless it was important.

Dean was immediately off the couch. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

He made a few chirping sounds. "The babies, I'm in labor."


Dean adjusted the bed a bit to make Cas more comfortable. Dean had his wings splayed wide around Castiel and himself to give them a little privacy from Sam and Gabriel sitting two feet away. Dean gently put a hand on each of Castiel's inner thighs and spread them apart.

Cas was sweating and whimpering in pain, his face twisted in agony.

"It's okay Cas. Only one little baby left, and then you're done."

"He doing okay, Dean? Need some help?" Gabe asked.

"No, I think we're good."

Cas nodded, gritting his teeth. He bore down, and gave a hard push.

"Keep pushin' Cas, you're almost there."

Cas drew in a heavy breath and let his head fall back against the bed.

"How's he doing Dean?" Sam asked, peaking around Dean's wings.

"Great. Heads out, just one or two more pushes, and then we're done. How are the others?"

"They're perfect. They're already sitting up, chirpin' away."

Dean smiled. Angel babies were smaller than human babies. They were about the size of a newborn teacup puppy; they could fit two of them in the palm of their hands. Angels didn't cry at birth like human babies did either. They were usually very alert and wide awake, sometimes they chirped. Most of them could sit up on their hands and knees a few minutes after birth. And Dean and Cas' babies were exceptionally noisy, they had been chirping ever since the first baby came out.

"Alright, Cassie, last push," Dean said quietly. Cas pushed with all the energy he had left. Dean gently took the baby's head in his hands and helped guide him out the rest out the way. He grabbed the last baby blanket and wrapped it around the little one; he was easily the smallest of them all. He placed the sixth baby on Castiel's chest. It was the first one he had held so far. Dean placed a comforter over Cas' bare legs, then lowered his wings.

Cas was exhausted, barely keeping his eyes open, but he was the happiest Dean had ever seen him. He held the little angel tight to his chest, little blue eyes looking back into the blues of Cas' eyes. Cas smiled and the angel let out a small chirping noise. The little angel was unlike the others, not attempting to sit up; he was just content lying on Cas' chest. Cas gave a small chirp back. He looked over to the other little angels, already cleaned by Gabriel and crawling around each other on the small mat they had set up. Castiel reached out towards them and Gabriel slowly scooted the mat over to Cas so he could look over his other babies.

Sam came over to Cas and dabbed at his sweat drenched face with a cold cloth.

"How you feeling Cas?" Sam asked.

A few short coos to Cas from Dean, a few short chirps from Cas.

"He's ready for a nap," Dean said.

Sam smiled. "You deserve it. You did amazing Cas." Cas nuzzled his head against Sam's wrist.

Dean lay on the other side of the mat and watched the babies. They crawled all over each other, little wings and feathers still damp from Gabriel cleaning them. Their little wings were no bigger than his pointer finger. They were all beautiful, and they were theirs. Cas took the baby he was holding and set him down with his brothers and sister.

It was apparent very early that despite his small size, the little one was a menace. As soon as Cas set him down he reached out with his little hand and pulled on his sister's wing.

The girl started crying her little heart out and Dean immediately split them up, giving the girl to Cas and Dean holding little grumpy.

"Okay, well, it looks like you two got it under control for now, so we'll give you guys a little time alone," Gabriel said in Enochian. He and Sam picked up the dirtied towels and things before leaving Dean and Cas to spend some time with their babies. It didn't take Cas long to calm the baby down before he put her back with the rest of them. Dean kept Grumpy separated from the rest of the babies while he helped Cas change into a pair of sweat pants and a loose hoodie. They then proceeded to have a conversation in Enochian.

"Have you thought about names Cas?"

Cas nodded. He reached out to pet the tawny wings of the angel with blue-green eyes and soft blond hair.

"Michael?" Cas asked. Dean nodded immediately.

"It fits him."

"How about this beautiful girl right here?" Dean asked. The little girl had a tuft of bright red hair and beautiful hazel eyes.

"What do you think?" Cas asked.

"I've always liked Anniel. And we'll call her Anna for short."

They named the sandy blond baby with blue eyes, Balthazar. The one with black hair, soft yellow eyes, and black wings to match, Crowley. Cas liked his eye color, it was something new. They had trouble coming up with a name for the fifth baby, an active little boy with brown eyes and hair, and wings to match. In the end they decide on Samuel Gabe Winchester Jr. Dean was shocked by the color of his babies' wings. They were colors he'd never seen before on any angel. Anna had blood red wings to match her hair. Balthazar had baby blue wings, and they were by far Dean's favorite.

Then it was time to name the little trouble maker. His hair was a dirty blond and he had big blue eyes like Cas. His wings were another weird color, black that flared out to red at the tips of his middle wings and full blown blood red and the end of his wings.

"What about this one?" Dean asked quietly, holding the mostly sleeping baby.

"Lucifer," Cas said almost immediately.

Dean gave Cas a weird look. "Uhm…Cas?"

"He's not like the other's Dean. I have a feeling he'll live into the name," Cas said, looking at Lucifer and getting tired himself, letting his eyes drop.

"Okay, if you say so," Dean said quietly.

That's when Balthazar started crying. Dean looked over at the clock. It had been about two hours since the first baby was born.

"I think they're hungry," Dean said quietly. Cas shifted so he was lying on his side. He pulled up his hoodie to reveal his six teats. All the little angels crawled forward immediately, latching on to a teat and beginning to feed. Lucifer tried to feed but all the teats on the lower half of Cas' body were occupied and Lucifer couldn't reach the top ones. Dean gently pulled the crying angel away. The other angels fed for about fifteen minutes before they started to pull away and fall asleep on their mat.

Lucifer was sobbing heavily now. Dean handed him to Cas who laid on his back and put Lucifer to the top nipple on his chest. Lucifer sucked hard on the nipple, almost biting Cas. He mellowed out after a minute or two and slowly began to fall asleep while feeding, and Cas fell asleep with him.


Dean had been in an out for the past half an hour. He slowly opened his eyes from a restless sleep. He saw Cas fast asleep with Lucifer on his chest. All the babies had fallen asleep as well. Dean gently moved Lucifer from Cas' chest to the mat with his siblings. Dean eyed the box of diapers by the library desk. Carefully without waking them, he diapered them one by one, and then surrounded the mat with a big blanket.

Dean threw a blanket over Cas and them climbed in beside him. Cas stirred a bit and rolled into Dean's arms before they both fell into a long awaited sleep.


Their days were in a strict schedule after that. Cas would wake up at seven to feed the babies (Lucifer being fed on his own), then they would be awake for a good four hours (one or two feedings in between that time), crawling around and flapping their little wings. Lucifer would usually sit a good ways away from his brothers and sisters and refused to crawl or acknowledge his wings were even a thing. Every once in a while he would play with Balthazar, the only one he seemed inhostile to. Then they would take a nap for an hour or two. Another feeding. More play time, and then sleep time, various feeding times throughout the night. And of course, multiple diaper and cloth changes.

Lucifer was a lot like Cas. They knew he could crawl or play with his wings, but he chose not to. He liked being fed by himself, even though they knew if he tried hard enough, he could feed with the others. And he just didn't like anyone but Cas, Dean, and sometimes Balthy. All the others got along well together, carefully grabbing at each other's wings in a sign of friendliness.

Lucifer wanted none of that. He was a menace. When they tried to put him in with the others he would pull feathers, hit, bit, scratch, yell. So they stopped trying all together and just let him stay by himself and do his own thing. Which usually consisted of flying under a pillow and staying there 'til everything was quiet again.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!

Reveiws are better than laboring angels!

Lot os love
~July Falconeri