The Unicorn
Destiel ... MPreg starts here!
Chapter 3:
Over the next week Castiel healed enough to where he could move around again. Moving his arm or wing on that side hurt though, so he didn't do much with that arm if he could help it, and his wing stayed tucked against his back. He figured the wing only seemed to ache when moving it due to the shoulder being in pain. The movement pulled on his shoulder muscles and that caused the pain. But his brain registered it as 'moving wing is painful stop it' so he didn't really dive deeper into figuring it out. He had no need to. It hurt, so he simply refrained from doing it. Simple as that.
Castiel sighed reaching the kitchen after being in the bathroom he went to the sink and watched out the window where Dean was out chopping wood in the yard. Despite the cooling weather Dean was out there shirtless, a sheen of sweat over his torso that Cas couldn't help but look over. Dean was very well built and was attractive to look at. Wasn't often Castiel ever had such a chance due to his wings being so black. Other elves were never interested in the black-winged Elf who was considered a tainted offspring.
The mating season was over, and it was time to 'get ready for winter', Castiel had no idea what 'winter' was, he's never seen anything like it. That is if Dean described it right. The Elven Vale was always green, always in bloom. But here Dean had explained was something like seasons. Castiel couldn't say he understood it all, but he was curious to see this winter thing. And due to this 'Winter' that was coming Dean was out chopping the wood.
The cooling weather didn't bother Castiel to much, it made his shoulder ache at times, but it'd be those times Dean would somehow notice his discomfort and put a blanket over him and pull him back against his chest as they would sit on the porch steps or couch together. Dean would always manage to maneuver them into such a way that his shoulder would stop aching and he would just feel relaxed.
With each passing day Castiel started to miss the Elven Vale less and less. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he belonged right here in the middle of no where with Dean. Dean who at first raped him under a blind mating haze. Castiel thought it strange, but Elves never really had a 'mating season' they didn't need genetics to get two together to procreate.
But despite feeling he should be home sick, he couldn't bring himself to be. Dean has come to be a big part of his life. Considering how they originally met it was very surprising, but Castiel admitted to himself that he was starting to feel something for the Unicorn. Not to mention seeing the Unicorn use his magic was just breath taking.
The first time was just something small...Castiel was asked to get him a beer...
Castiel went to the fridge, leaning down to look inside, frowning but sighed. Empty. There were no beers in here. Castiel stood closing the fridge once more and went to the living room where Dean was... "Dean, there are none left." He stated simply. To explain why he hadn't had the thing he was asked to go get.
Dean smirked, closed his eyes for a moment and Castiel was surprised to see the strange star-shaped mark on his forehead start to glow. When it faded Dean simply looked up at him grinned, "Go look again Cas."
Castiel huffed feeling a bit upset, would Dean not believe him? But he did as asked by going back out to the kitchen, ready to shout holding the fridge open for Dean to see there was none left, but to his surprise there were more in the fridge now. Castiel was stunned, but he grabbed one bringing it over, then frowned as he thought, pulling the bottle out of Dean's hand before he could fully grasp it and sat down with it beside Dean and opened it for himself.
The look of disbelief on Deans face made Castiel smirk on the inside, but his face remained nuetral. "Use that hocus pocus of yours and get yourself one." He stated matteroffactly, and then downed half the bottle he had. He wasn't to fond of the taste, but he was proving a point.
Dean stared a little longer before grinning and then the bottle vanished from Castiel's hand and into Deans own. Castiel huffed, but didn't complain, he didn't like the taste enough anyhow, but he crossed his arms and pretended to be angry and sulking.
That night though Dean sure did give good sex. Dean said something about 'that was some great make up sex' the next day, but Castiel hadn't been to sure what he meant by that entirely.
Castiel blinked a few times as Dean had just vanished from his sight out the window waking him from the memory. He turned in time to see Dean walking in, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. Castiel moved without being asked and brought a beer to him.
Dean thanked him before he collapsed into the arm chair.
Castiel watched him for a few moments before he moved turning back to the sink where he'd been trying to wash dishes. It wasn't easy with one hand but he had snapped at Dean about not being useless. Castiel then demanded he be allowed to do something around here to be useful.
So Dean gave him the simplest thing he could without Castiel glaring at him. Really, he first suggested dusting.
It took longer than it would for someone with two fully working hands but he finished up soon enough. His shoulder was killing him by time he was done and soon he left the kitchen and moved sitting on the couch despite wanting to flop into it much like dean had the arm chair.
Dean looked over at him and Castiel noticed huffing a bit as he looked off to a side.
This made Dean frown and ask, "Whats wrong?"
Castiel blinked a few times. What was wrong? He tilted his head frowning more as he thought about it. "I do not know, I just feel strange Dean."
That made Dean frown more, and it made Castiel's stomach twist up painfully at that look. Dean didn't need to be worried about him.
Castiel couldn't stop it, his eyes started to water and he got up excusing himself quickly before Dean noticed hopefully. Washing his face in the bathroom sink as best he could with just one hand he frowned staring at the mirror. What was wrong with him? He's been nostalgic and moody all day. Going from happy to sad, to pissed, and god forbid turned on.
A knock on the bathroom door had him frown more and look towards the door, "What Dean?" he pretty much snapped without meaning to.
Dean frowned more on the other side of the bathroom door, wanting to growl and curse and break the fucker down. "What the hell do you think Cas? I'm worried about you ya shit!"
Castiel frowned, "You do not need to worry about me Dean I am perfectly fine." He lied smoothly. Least he thought it was smooth.
Dean heard the waiver though and sighed, letting his head thunk against the door. "Cas, just talk to me, please? Don't just hide in the bathro-"
Dean did not squeal when the door opened abruptly making him fall forward. Falling into Cas who cringed from the pain. Dean was sputtering pulling back quickly, "Shit shit sorry, sorry!"
Castiel gritted his teeth. "I. Am. Not. Hiding. Dean." He ground out before he stormed past him to go to the other room, where he promptly got into the bed against the wall, his back to Dean.
Dean frowned more, something was really wrong with the winged elf, but he wasn't sure what. He was pretty sure male unicorns couldn't get pregnant... but he wasn't a male unicorn. He took a deep breath, walking over.. "Cas, can elves get pregnant?"
"Of course they can!" was Castiel's snapped answer, not turning to look at him. "I didn't grow from the ground you idiot!"
"Cas." He snapped angrily, getting the smaller male to at least to turn and look at him with his own glare. "I meant MALE elves you dumb shit."
Then a wave emotions went over Castiel's face that made Dean want to get in the bed and just pull him close, so he did just that, cooing softly as his hand went through Castiel's forever looking bed head. "Cas, it's all right, shh, shh.. Just talk to me, okay?"
Castiel shook as he pulled his head away from Deans shoulder, taking a deep breath.. "Elves, are mostly male, females are rare if ever born at all... our bodies adapted to that ages ago... Males get pregnant just as easily as any woman would if they're carriers... and I.. I'm..." He couldn't finish that looking down as a few tears escaped his eyes. He was useless! He never once thought of it, he should have! Now he was going to have a child the father wouldn't want! His wings were black, they were abnormal, frowned upon! He started to cry harder thinking of the threats others had made if he ever had a child, how they'd take it and kill it on the spot while forcing him to watch!
Castiel started shaking even more, but two strong arms came around him. Dean's fingers gently moved going through the feathers of his wings, "Shh Cas, it'll be alright. Everything will be fine. I can add onto this place, make it bigger, we'll have no problem raising a kid here."
Castiel's head snapped up and he stared at Dean. "You... you wont kill it?"
Dean made a face, "Why the fuck would I kill my own kid? I mean, yea it wasn't planned, but it's still mine!"
Castiel started crying all over again and Dean started wiping the tears away shsshing him gently and Castiel shook his head, his hands lifting to rest against Deans on his own face as he smiled. "I was... I was always told they'd kill any children I had... My wings are black... tainted..."
Dean frowned, "I love your wings Cas... Those other elves were idiots."
Castiel smiled gently giving a faint nod and couldn't help burrowing in against him. Castiel didn't know when, but he fell asleep like that.
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There's three, bit happier than the last two, yea?
