*Knock, knock
"Go away; I don't care what you're selling!" A gruff voice was heard on the other side of the door.
"Patrice? It's Sam Winchester."
There was silence, then the door swinging open. A short woman in her late 50s appeared wearing an apron and smelled of fresh food that had just been cut.
"Sam Winchester, what brings you here? And who are these two fellows behind?"
"This is my brother Dean and our friend Castiel."
"Well hello friends; come in, I just started dinner."
"Thanks." Sam smiled. The three followed Patrice in and took a seat in her kitchen.
"Give me a few seconds to stir and then I'll be right there." Patrice called out as she quickly rushed to the pot that was bubbling.
"How are you holding up Cas?" Dean grabbed a small bin from the corner of the room and gave it to the angel.
"The food is overwhelming."
"Try not to focus on the smell so much." Sam stood as Patrice reentered the room.
"Is he okay?"
"That's why we came to you for help. I know you've helped non humans before. Cas is an angel and we don't know what he's sick with."
"An angel huh? Aren't you supposed to play the harp and have heavenly lights shine on you from above?" She took a seat next to Cas and felt his forehead.
"No temperature. Nausea, correct? Does the smell of my cooking overwhelm you as well?"
Castiel quickly nodded.
"Any other symptoms that you can think of?"
Castiel looked at and Dean and Sam. "Um…"
Patrice looked at the hunters.
"Could you boys give us some privacy for a few moments?"
The Winchester brothers made their way into the kitchen.
"Never thought Cas would be embarrassed about his symptoms." Dean smirked as he took a whiff of the dinner.
"It's no laughing matter Dean. Hopefully she can figure out what's wrong."
"So how did you know she's helped monster before?"
"I read about her from Bobby's old journals. They worked together and helped one monster who was sick. Didn't say what kind it was but I assume if they helped it, it was friendly. I came one time to help her with a mission; this was when you were in Purgatory."
"Ah." Dean leaned against the wall.
"Do you find yourself urinating frequently now?"
"Yeah, it started a couple days ago. I just thought from the missions we were doing that I didn't get the chance to use a restroom often."
"This question is going to be a little more personal but you don't have to answer completely."
"Okay." Castiel nodded.
"Do you have a sexual history? When was the last time you had intercourse?"
"Um…" Cas found himself blushing. He stumbled on his words before he finally got an answer out. "About two months ago."
"Sorry for prying, but it will help me figure out what's wrong. Since you're not human I have to consider all possibilities."
Castiel nodded.
"Come on, dinner is almost ready." She helped the angel up.
"Alright boys, there's still extra in the pot so have at it. I'm going to make a quick run to get some supplies and then we'll see if we can figure out what's wrong with poor Castiel." Patrice grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
"Wow, she's already on it."
"She works fast, that's for sure."
Castiel slowly ate his food, keeping the trash bin nearby.
"You don't need to eat it if you don't want you."
"I don't, but I'm very hungry after throwing up all day."
"Here, let me get you some water so you stay hydrated." Sam stood up and opened a cabinet to grab a glass.
"So what kind of questions did she ask?" Dean glanced at the angel.
Castiel kept quiet. Dean shrugged and went back to eating.
"Here you go Cas."
"Thank you Sam."
Before Sam took his seat, he smacked Dean across the shoulder.
"Ow!"
After dinner, the boys cleaned up before Patrice got home. Castiel was holding as best as he could to not vomit.
"At least it's not consistent anymore." Sam watched Castiel take a seat back on the couch.
"I'm home everyone." Patrice carried a bag full of small boxes from the pharmacy. She took it to the bathroom, and then came out with a cup.
"Castiel dear, I will need you to pee in this cup."
Castiel carefully stood up, then made his way into the restroom, taking the cup with him.
"What did you get exactly?" Dean asked.
"Just something to start out with. Hopefully this is the problem and that he's not too sick."
Dean didn't understand why Patrice wasn't being specific about what she got from the store; what could she have possibly bought?
Castiel exited the restroom, leaving the cup behind. Patrice then headed into the restroom.
"This will only take a few minutes."
Sam watched Castiel who was surprisingly calm. Dean on the other hand, couldn't sit still and kept staring at the clock. It was strange that he was so worried for the angel. Or maybe he was just impatient.
Suddenly the door opened.
"Sam, can you come in here for a moment?"
"Sure." He quickly stood up and rushed over into the restroom.
"What's wrong?"
Patrice kept her voice low. "Well, the good news is that he isn't sick."
"And what's the bad news?"
"Well, it depends on how you all take it. For many people, it would be great news, but I'm sure this wasn't planned."
"What wasn't planned?"
Patrice sighed and handed Sam a long white stick.
"Castiel is pregnant."
"W-what?" Sam whispered.
"He did tell me that he had an encounter only a couple months ago."
Dean. Sam looked at Patrice. "What do we do?"
"We tell him of course."
Sam sighed and nodded. "Okay."
Sam opened the door and walked over to Castiel.
"What is it?" The angel asked.
Sam handed him the white stick. "You're pregnant."
Dean quickly stood and backed up. "Excuse me?"
"I'm…pregnant? But, how? I'm a male."
"That's what I thought too, but do angels even reproduce?" Patrice asked.
"No, they shouldn't be able to. What does it mean?"
"I don't know, but that's why you've been sick. I don't know exactly how far along you are but if I could guess, it would be about 7-8 weeks along."
Dean hadn't made a single sound or movement since standing up.
How could Cas be pregnant? There's just no way! Unless… no… then that would make me…
"So what do we do?" Dean finally spoke.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I mean, do we keep the thing or…"
Sam's face froze. "Oh."
Sam couldn't believe it. Sure, there was no way they could raise a child with the jobs they had; and given the fact that there was no way it should have been conceived in the first place. But the fact that Dean's response was completely selfish. Should we keep it? He didn't even ask how Castiel felt about the whole ordeal.
"Well, Castiel isn't really that far along. That could give you some time to figure out some things." Patrice broke the silence.
"Like what?" Castiel asked.
"Well for starters, why were you able to get pregnant? Unless you somehow altered your vessels reproductive organs, this was no accident."
"She's right. We could go back to the bunker and hit the books. But Cas,"
"Yes?"
"It's your decision what we do in the end." Sam nodded.
"My decision?"
"It's your body dear, well sort of." Patrice sat next to the angel and held his hand. "If you do decide to keep it, I will provide a list of things that you will need to stay healthy."
Castiel nodded and looked down.
"We should get going now." Dean grabbed his bag and quickly exited the house.
"Dean!" Sam rushed out as well.
Castiel stood up to leave, but Patrice stopped him.
"Castiel, if you ever need any help, call me okay?"
"Thank you." Castiel smiled before following the Winchester brothers.