"I don't know."

"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" Dean asked, getting a little too aggressive with his gentle angel.

"It said if there's one line, I'm not. If there's two, I am."

"How many lines are there? It's not that confusing, babe."

"There's three."

Dean sat up. Looking extremely confused, he asked, "What? What do you mean there's three lines? Let me find the box."

Dean crawled out of their bed and walked 30 feet to their en suite.

"What brand is it?" Dean yelled from the too-far bathroom, hunched over the trash can.

"Just In Case"

Within seconds, Dean had found the box and run back to his lover.

"Oh my god!" Dean said, finally understanding the third line.

"Dean-" Castiel started, before Dean shushed him.

"No, Cas, shh. Where did you get this?" Dean interrupted, getting antsy.

"I got it from Gabriel. He looked at me and said 'Good luck with that.' Then he chuckled and went off to go mess with Sam."

"I hope Gabriel doesn't get pregnant, too."

"Too? Dean-"

"Cas, you're having my baby!" Dean yelled, smashing his mouth to Castiel's.

Castiel moaned and parted his lips, letting Dean tongue-fuck him.

"I love you so much, Dean."

"Oh Cas. Did I say baby? I meant babies." Dean said, before laying Castiel down on the bed and straddling him, their lips never breaking contact.

"What? What do you mean?" Castiel asked, even though he knew what Dean had meant.

"The box said that for every line, there is a baby. You're having triplets." Dean said with a smile.

"Oh God, Dean...WHAT?" Castiel asked, shoving Dean off of him.

"Now look who's saying the Lord's name in vain." Dean chuckled, playfully.

"Dean! No! I have been playing along with the whole happy idea of having a baby with you, but our child will be a nephilim. And a birth via male at that! It is hard enough on an angel birthing a nephilim. But three?! There is nothing in the history of forever that says an angel can survive that! I could die. Actually, it's not that I could, I will!" Castiel stated, getting off the bed and walking over towards the bookshelf in their room.

Dean grabbed his shoulder but Cas just shook his hand off.

Dean went to interrupt him, but Castiel stopped him. "I am in a male vessel. Birthing a nephilim will cause me to be more human than ever. I will require help from my vessel, but giving birth in a male vessel, more often than not, kills the angel inside of it. There is no way to survive. And if, by some tiny chance, I do survive, how in Father's name do you expect to support not one, not two, but three babies?! And they'll be nephilim, so angels, demons, and monsters alike will be gunning after my babies. Our babies. Dean, our babies are going to kill me. Then monsters are going to kill our triplets. You're going to lose everyone. And I just got you back!"

Castiel started sobbing, and dropped to his knees.

"CAS STOP!" Dean yelled, aggressively. He got down on the floor in front of Castiel and hugged him. He let him go after Castiel's cries hushed to an occasional hiccup. Dean wiped his tears away and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, "You are not going to die. I won't let it happen. We'll get Chuck if we have to. And as for supporting them, I can figure something out. We always have Gabriel. I mean, look around. He made this whole house. I think a triple baby shower won't be too hard. And you know I'll always protect you. So, the same goes for any children we have. I'd go to Hell and back, again, for you. And them."

Castiel stopped crying and gasped. He disappeared.

"CAS? CAS!"

TBC

UWU

~A/N~

Heh, it's getting pretty lit out there. Why don't you come inside?

Hi, my name is McKenzi. But please, call me Drew. I come from the magical land of Season 13. *cries* I've seen so much death. *wipes eyes*

Oh my Cas! I almost forgot!

Next chapter, there will be: Sabriel smut, torture, vomiting, and if you're lucky, Destiel smut. But I am definitely not a fan of pregnant smut. Like, ew.

Ooh and little Gabe is gon' rage quit. Thank you. And see you in a few hours.