So sorry guys! I just had so much school and ugh, had to get ready for a trip to Boston of all places. Why so far, stupid school, why so far? Why can't we just go to Mystic Aquarium? Why? I love the belugas there!

Then again, i've been there millions of times, so.

This has been long in coming and two days late. Thank Susangel for reminding me a million times like she needs to keep doing to write this. That's the only way its coming along. I saw many of you enjoyed Welcome Home the last part to The Call 'verse. So glad you liked. More stuff that is Destiel is coming. Like with this.

Dean: Took you long enough!

Cas: Dean! That is rude.

Dean: *is sorry*

Gabe: Wow Deano. You are his bitch.

Sam: Gabe! That was rude.

Gabe: O.O *is sorry*

Dean: *leer* I could say the same, Gabey-poo.

Gabe: I.I Only Sam gets to call me that, and that's only in the bedroom!

Sam: *facepalm*

Cas: *facepalm*

Eve: So... about sam... in that bedroom... with you...

Warnings: I find these fun. They is like spoilers. Me wuvs spoilers. Um... demmee see... Um... Sabriel fluff, that is so sweet your teeth ache. Um...Destiel fluff " ". Ditto marks there. See I is smart. Um... OOOHHH! Bobby sob-story. So sad background. Mmmkay. Oh and baby issues. Not that bad though.

Disclaimer: It will be mine. it will. ANd no, i'm not acting like Becky would in this situation, going over breathing techniques when i hear the words Super and Natural together *totally is*.

Read on.

Dean smiled. Sam was asleep in the back, Gabe lying on his lap, his head lolling as they went over bumps. Cas was asleep in the passenger's seat, head leaning into the window. His breath fogged up the glass every time he breathed out and Dean was pretty sure he was going to crash if he didn't stop staring whenever that happened.

He looked back to the road, taking the right exit that would bring them to Kansas. They were on their way to Bobby's. The old hunter didn't know what Dean called the 'great news' and Dean didn't want to waste time over the phone. He wanted to go and see the old man in person. Cas was proof enough all on his own.

He felt slightly guilty dragging his angel across the U.S., suggested that Cas just poof them there, but the angel had looked at him all panic like and said no. Dean could take a hint. Cas might not be able to do that stuff with a baby on the way. He could understand. Now Gabriel, he was just being an ass. Said he wanted a real road trip with his beau and such, complete with cramped sleeping spaces apparently, by the way they were squished together in the back. But Dean had reason to believe that neither one would have complained were they awake.

Beside him, Castiel stirred. He moved around and then shifted in his seat, lifting his head from the window. It was about nine in the morning, the sun streaming through the clear glass. As Castiel opened his eyes, the blue smashing the breath from Dean's chest, the sunlight illuminated him. Cas gave a small smile, his pink lips stretching. Dean knew better.

He pulled over just in time for the angel to lean out the door and throw up whatever he had eaten last night. The sound of his retching and, Dean guessed, the smell, woke Sam up. The younger Winchester sniffed and then gagged, though mockingly, and then shoved his angelic boyfriend off of his lap. Gabriel looked up miffed and then settled back down; no way was he moving.

Dean looked over to see Cas wiping his mouth and nodding his head in thanks as Dean handed him a bottle of water. He knew soon, Cas would need to pee, since his bladder was being a bitch lately. They had lost more time pit-stopping for Cas than they did for Dean's stomach. And that was saying something.

"You ok?" Dean asked him.

Castiel nodded weakly and waved him off. "Just peachy." Suddenly, his eyes widened and his face started to break out into a smile. Castiel leaned back in his seat as Dean got back on the road and basked in the glory he was going through. Dean loved these parts of Castiel's pregnancy, when the baby would send waves of happiness through him. It usually happened after Cas used the bathroom, or threw up, or satisfied a craving. The baby was happy then. But when it was exceptionally strong was when Dean was doing the touching on Cas. He practically glowed and then, Dean could feel what the baby was shooting through Castiel's veins too just by touching his skin. It truly was amazing.

Even now Dean was stealing a little glory, taking hold of Castiel's hand as he got some happy vibes. The vibes got stronger and happier as he did so, and Castiel cracked an eye open and beamed at him. The bags under his eyes from fitful sleep were gone and Dean felt a million times better; it was like the baby could feel its parents tiredness and was trying to make up for it.

"Crack a window, would you Sammy? Those two are making me sick!"

Dean shot Gabe a death glare, which only made the archangel laugh and his brother smile. 'I hate you, you know that?"

"Dean, no fighting with my brother. Please," Castiel said brokenly beside him. And Dean sighed. Because when Cas had that voice on, Dean couldn't deny him. He just couldn't. He shot Gabe an, 'I'll get you later' look and turned his eyes back to the road.

An hour later, Cas squeezed his hand. "Bathroom Cas?" Dean asked, only a little exasperated. He was turning into a rest-stop when Castiel gasped making him turn toward him and said, "N-no."

Dean immediately pulled over, cutting the engine, throwing a glance over to make sure Gabe was getting his angel ass up there. He was. "What is it Cas? Where does it hurt?" Because Dean knew that look. That look of pain. Castiel squeezed his eyes closed. He bit his lip and let out a whimper, making Dean's heartbreak and yell, "Cas. Where?"

"Upper abdomen," he gasped out and Gabriel was there, tearing Cas's shirt open and skimming his fingers over his stomach. His whole abdomen was covered in a giant bruise. Dean felt his heart go into his throat. Was this what an angelic miscarriage looked like? Oh please God no, he thought. Not Cas, not now. Not my family.

But Gabriel's eyes opened and he just sighed. "Thank God," he breathed out.

"What?" Dean said, pushing Gabe away from his significant other and pulling Cas's shirt closed, holding the trembling angel to him. "What the hell is that?"

"His organs are pushing around," Gabriel said. "The baby's growing, which is great, and the body's making room, but his organs are moving around and a small part of his intestine ruptured. He'll heal." And even as he said it, the bruise turned lighter.

Dean sighed in relief, feeling like he was going to cry. That was so close, too close. "Will this happen again?"

Gabe bitch-faced at him. "How the hell should I know? I've never seen a male angel pregnant, Dean. What I'm telling you is on the job stuff, not past knowledge." He made a thoughtful face. "Although, now that I mention it... Sammy, write all this down will you?"

Sam, to Dean's horror and disbelief, got out a notebook and started to scrawl things down. "Why?" he asked, although he had already complied.

"You know," Gabe said, walking out of the car and heading toward the rest stop, "Just in case you ever knock me up."

Sam blanched and Dean just had to laugh. He liked Gabriel.

Sometimes.

Inside Cas hissed as he used the bathroom, which may have made Dean laugh (the fact that he actually needed to use the facilities now, that is) but for the fact that he was in pain. When he came out and Dean went in before he could flush, he saw that there was blood mixing with the urine.

"That is so messed up," he growled. He wanted to punch something.

Castiel rolled his eyes and Dean immediately knew he was in a bitchy mood. "It's not like someone did this to me Dean. It happens."

Dean felt guilt tug at his gut. But someone had done this to Cas. He had. Cas was going to be in pain and then in excruciating pain and it was his fault. But he couldn't find it in him to get too guilty. He was too happy about the result of this. The baby part.

Castiel splashed some water on his face and sighed as the water dripped down. He was pretty hot when he did that, but Dean wasn't fucking him, not while there was a living baby inside of him. They'd have plenty of time to do that when the little guy was sleeping soundly in a crib in the next room. He wasn't risking anything.

Speaking of little guy, was it going to be a girl or a boy? Cas was around two months now. He had shared with Dean that he was probably only going to be pregnant for six to seven months. Did that mean that now that he was at least a third through it, he could tell the baby's sex?

"So, Cas," Dean said, wrapping his arms around him from the back as the angel looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing one of Dean's plaid button-ups, but there was the slight bulge of his bump. It had gotten marginally bigger over the course of the trip. "Boy, girl? You have a preference?"

Castiel turned around in Dean's arms and looked into those jade eyes. What he was about to say was from the bottom of his heart. "No. I don't have a preference. As long as they have a little bit of you in them, I wouldn't care if they were deformed. They're still yours." And then, as Dean held back the tears that he really didn't want to come out, Castiel added, "And can we get some ice cream? Vanilla. With... ketchup and soy beans on top. Yes. I would very much enjoy that Dean."

Dean cracked up at that, making Castiel scowl. "Sure Cas. Sure." Castiel ripped himself away from Dean and the hunter rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..."

"I don't see what you find so funny, Dean. I just want something to eat. And I happen to want that. Is there anything wrong with that? I don't think so. If you have a problem with what I eat, then tell me Dean, tell me so I can stop and make it better for you, because that's hat I strive to do because-"

Dean shut him up with a kiss. "No Cas. I don't have a problem with your food. Eat what you want." He kissed him again. "I love you anyways."

Castiel scowled and then kissed Dean. "Fine." And he walked out. Dean shook his head. What a pain.

But he was his pain and Dean would deal with him a thousand times over.

Dean made his way out of Kansas at about two that after noon. They were headed straight for Nebraska and after that they were straight on a route for South Dakota and straight for Bobby. In the back, Sam and Gabe were playing a half-assed game of 'I Spy' in which every answer was tree. Dean couldn't help but snickering as they spoke. It went something like this:

"I spy with my little eye something brown on the bottom and green on top."

Gabe blinked. "Um... tree?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah. You're turn."

"OK. Let's see you get this one Winchester. I spy with my little eye something... with a vertical log."

Sam snorted and said, "Let me guess. Tree?"

"I hate you. Your turn."

Sam shook his head. "Um... ok. I spy with my little eye something... something bushy on top and... really straight and narrow on the bottom."

Gabe screwed up his face. "Well, Sammy, if we're talking about your dick, then we should also add-"

"STOP!" Sam exclaimed, eyes wide, hands over his ears. "Tree, tree! It's a god-damned TREE! Jesus Gabriel."

Dean was laughing in the front. Beside him, Castiel was happily slurping up his vanilla ice cream slathered in ketchup and sprinkled with soy beans. Dean tried not to gag. But he looked so happy, so Dean let it go. Although, the woman's face when Dean had ordered it at the last rest stop was priceless.

Her response had been: "Expecting father?"

To which he replied with a goofy smile: "You'd better believe it. Otherwise, those words would never have come out of my mouth."

But Cas was happy and he was almost done and the bruise was almost all gone and he seemed a little rounder up front as weird as that sounded, now that the baby had more room. And anyway, Cas was happy.

Did he mention that? That Cas was happy?

Because that was really his main goal. To keep his pregnant angel boyfriend happy throughout this whole ordeal. And he would keep that as his main goal until he was holding a little bundle of human/angel baby.

By four o'clock they had stopped only once for Castiel to throw-up and pee. Dean saw this as a good sign, that maybe this stage was falling to the past. He hoped so. Castiel looked like he really needed a good bath anyway.

By six o'clock, Castiel was falling asleep again and Dean was itching for some cuddle time, though he wouldn't admit it. So he pulled over into a rest stop's parking lot and switched with Sam and Gabe. He helped Cas into the back seat, letting him stretch out and lay his head on Dean's lap and Sam and Gabe sat up front. His music was abruptly changed to something more New Age-ish, but Dean couldn't complain, not when Cas's sweet breath was puffing on his jeans, his hands curling into his shirt and his body moving up and down as he breathe in out finally in a steady sleep.

Dean smiled, not able to help himself and kissed Cas's temple. He then lifted his shirt again to check on the bruise. It was a fading yellow color and for that he was grateful. His gaze got sidetracked to Cas's abdomen. Yeah, it was definitely bigger. The smooth skin was curved, the belly button popping more and a dark line was forming that passed through his navel and disappeared beneath his pants and went up to Cas's mid chest. Sam had told him that that happened to pregnant woman. He had ignored why. Oh well.

Dean swallowed loudly and then placed his hand flat on the medium sized bump. He pressed down slightly, looking around, feeling around more like. Instead of an actual thing, he felt warmth emanate from it and he felt this gush of happiness. Cas shifted in his sleep, a small smile coming to his face as he pressed it further into Dean's lap.

"You know, if it was anyone but you, I'd call them a creeper." Dean looked up to see Gabe peeking at him from over the headrest of his seat.

"Aw, bite me," he said half-heartedly. He couldn't seem to be really mad, not when this was happening. It felt amazing.

"Huh. You're really happy, aren't you?" Dean nodded. "Good. So is he." Gabe motioned to a sleeping Cas.

Dean smiled. "Then at least I'm doing something right," he said.

"Hey, man, you'll be a great dad," Sam said from his place in the driver's seat, passing yet another toll-booth. They were getting close to South Dakotan state lines. "You worry too much. I mean, look at how I turned out."

Dean burst out laughing and Gabe smirked. "Oh yeah, Sammy, you turned out like a charm. Started the Apocalypse, dated a demon bitch, drank her blood-"

"Ended the apocalypse, ended that demon blood thing, ended that demon..." Sam said and then in a whisper so Dean wouldn't hear, "Ended that relationship. I didn't think you were much of one to hold grudges Gabe."

"I'm not," the archangel protested quietly as Dean was lulled to sleep by the movements of the car.

"'Cause if you wanna go at it, I could always bring up that stupid pagan goddess-bitch, what was her name? Kali." Sam almost spat the name.

Gabe chuckled. "Yeah, you could. But you won't. 'Cause you're Sam Winchester. The guy who helped save the world. And me, as a matter-of-fact. So count your blessings, kiddo."

Sam pretended to count on his fingers. "I only count five."

Gabe raised an eyebrow. "Five?"

Sam nodded. "Five."

"I'm curious."

Sam smiled. "Well, there's Dean, obviously, with the fact that he's happy and with someone he loves starting a life of his own. Then there's Cas, an awesome best friend to have and the love of my older brother's life, the one thing that makes him happiest. There's the baby those two are going to have, the thing that's really more a miracle than a blessing but a blessing nonetheless." He paused. "How many was that?"

"Three," Gabe said. "Two more to go."

"Ok then. Then there's Bobby, the father I never had, but always wished I would, though not in the way it happened, the great guy who helped raise me and Dean and was a real sport about it, who helped us even when we being pains in the ass, and even sold his soul for our cause."

"Oh wow, Sammy, you're breaking my heart," Gabe said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "Could you spare me the theatrics and get onto number five please?"

Sam smiled softly now. "Blessing number five is the most important."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. Its what's been keeping me going for a while now, what I dream of, what makes me happy when I'm down. It's the blessing that I thank God for every single day at every chance I get and pray that I won't ever lose just as much. Because honestly, without this blessing, I don't think I'll be able to live."

"And what is it?" Gabe asked, his eyes strangely watering, a cotton blocked feeling in his throat.

"You."

The car was silent and if Dean smirked a little in his sleep, no one really noticed.

And then, "You know, if you weren't driving, I'd probably have attacked you by now?"

Sam smiled. "I know."

Gabe nodded. "Good. But as it is, we have a dozing righteous man in the back sleeping with his pregnant angel boyfriend and they happen to be our brothers and niece/nephew and I'd rather not make you crash. Precious cargo and such."

Sam blinked. "Dude. Weirdest sentence ever."

Gabe snorted. "Tell me about it."

Morning hit and Dean woke up to a face full of angel. Horny angel as it seemed since Cas was literally forcing his tongue down Dean's throat and moaning as he rutted against him.

Dean broke away and chuckled when Cas whimpered at the loss. "Morning sunshine," he greeted, pushing some of Cas's hair out of the way. He realized that they were in South Dakota, outside a diner. On a sticky note in the front in Sam's handwriting was a note saying: Inside. Come in if you wake up. Dean shook his head, kissed Cas quick and went to get out of the car, but the angel kept a firm grip on him.

"Dean." He looked into Dean's eyes. Castiel had hot waves of desire going through him right now and felt like he would explode if he didn't get off on them.

Dean saw where this was going. "Cas no. The baby..."

Castiel rolled his eyes, suddenly sassy. "I'm not asking for that. Just... something quick. Anything. Even if you just kiss me for a while." Yes. That would help. Actually, that's all he really wanted right now, that would be enough.

Dean looked into those eyes, got lost in blue and then sighed. Truth was, he still couldn't say no. "Yeah, ok." He leered. "C'mere."

It is safe to say that it was more than just kissing.

Gabriel rolled his eyes at what he saw coming in through the diner door. "Here come the stragglers."

Dean had a huge grin on his face, tucking his shirt back into his pants and Castiel was rocking a full body flush. Either way, they both looked satisfied. As they sat down, Sam grimaced and said, "Did you guys just have a quickie in the backseat?"

Castiel may have been blushing, or it may have been his flushed skin, but either way Dean answered, "One that is none of you god-damned business and two, it's my car."

Gabe scrunched up his nose. "That was answer enough for me."

Sam just rolled his eyes and said, "And I thought Cas was supposed to be the bitchy one."

A chorus of, "Hey!" went up. One from Dean, one from Cas, one from Gabe.

"I am not bitching," Dean bitched.

"I do not bitch," Castiel bitched.

"That was my line!" Gabe bitched.

And Sam just laughed and laughed and laughed as everyone ignored him for the remainder of the morning, all wearing his patented Bitchface.

They reached the salvage yard the next day and as Gabe magicked there things to Bobby's front porch, Dean took a deep breath and knocked. He was pretty nervous now that the time had come to actually tell Bobby that he was an expecting father. For a dude angel.

Crap.

"Maybe we shouldn't have-"

"Don't even Dean," Sam answered just as quick. "Its Bobby. I'm sure he's seen weirder..."

"I doubt it." And then the door opened.

There stood Robert Steven Singer, all 5'11" of him. He had a baseball cap on that said Budweiser and a plaid button up that was way well-worn, a few tears here and there, a few more grease-stains that were nearly acceptable. He squinted at them and smiled.

"You idjits, took you long enough to come for a visit." He started off by hugging Dean, very manly, and then moving onto Sam. He started in surprise when he saw the angels though. He knew all about their relationships with his 'sons', and was alright with that and respected them (read: Castiel). His eyes flicked from Gabriel to Castiel who was in another of Dean's shirts, which was enough to set Bobby's internal alarms off already. Pair that with the slightly tired look, the way he had one hand pressed to his back in a backache and one to his head in a headache and Bobby was sure he knew what was wrong, although it was kind of hard to believe because: hello, man. "Are you pregnant?"

Dean and Sam's mouths fell open as Gabe cackled and Castiel, looking a dash embarrassed mumbled out, "Yes."

Bobby rolled his eyes and looked at Dean. "And I expect you're the baby's daddy?" Dean nodded. So did Bobby. "Idjit." He sighed. Then he looked at Castiel who looked like he was suffering and Dean who looked like he was in shock. "Well c'mon, boy. Get your prego angel inside, he looks like he's about to drop."

Dean looked to Cas and saw that it was true, that the angel probably just wanted to take a nap and practically tripped over himself getting to him. To everyone's surprise, he picked Castiel up, bridal style and carried him in as Gabe cracked, "The honeymoon they never had."

Bobby snapped back, "Get the damn bags in Gabe."

Gabe rolled his eyes, as Sam just blinked and his boyfriend levitated all their bags inside the house. There wasn't much, but enough that Gabe didn't really grab them all, leaving one or two for Bobby and Sam to pick up and bring in.

"So, this is really happening?" Bobby asked, gesturing to where Dean was lying Cas down on a couch, a pillow under his head, all fluffed up, an adoring look in both their eyes as Dean slipped under him so Cas was laying on him, Dean's hand on the bump that was now visible to Bobby and, he noticed, quickly turning from a bump into a baby belly.

"This is really happening" Sam replied.

Bobby shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Idjit."

Sam nodded and Gabe laughed, "You're telling me."

For once, Dean was the one sleeping, not Cas. In fact, the whole house was sleeping except for the pregnant angel. He was sitting on the couch in the study, laying back and running his fingers up and down his full stomach, feeling pulses of grace entwined with soul flicker through him and run through his blood. It was quite beautiful.

He jumped though when he heard a noise come from the stairway. It wasn't Dean or Sam, he'd have known by there souls if it was. And it wasn't Gabe, he'd have been able to tell by the grace. No, it was...

"You idjit, what're you doing up boy?" Bobby came and sat at Cas's feet.

Castiel shrugged. "I was having trouble sleeping and was not willing to wake Dean up because of it."

Bobby shook his head. "Hey, that's what he's here for. You're having a baby. It's a joint responsibility. You can wake that idjit up whenever you want to."

Castiel cracked a smile at Bobby's, but he noticed something haunting in the older man's. "How did you know?" Of course, he was asking how Bobby had guessed when it wasn't a sane possibility, normally.

Bobby sighed, caving at the softness of Castiel's voice and the fact that he was expecting. "My...my wife, Karen... we were young when she died but... before the incident... at least a year before..." He sighed. "She was pregnant too."

Castiel sucked in a breath. He hadn't known, Dean had never said. But he was having the feeling that Dean didn't even know either.

"She was... beautiful. Glowed like the sun too. You kinda do too Cas, although I'm guessing your brighter on the angel spectrum?" Castiel nodded dumbly. So did Bobby. "Anyways, she was looking like you just around her third-fourth month. Things started going wrong then." He looked away, his voice getting thick and heavy. "Miscarriage." He shook his head. "You know... we never could get her pregnant again after that. We tried, but... well, it didn't work. And then the demon came and... well you know."

Castiel nodded. That much he did.

"Whenever I saw her, I always felt that other presence in her. The baby. I felt it in you too. I bet Dean feels it," Bobby continued. "It's kinda like I get a second chance this time around, though not with my own. I'm gonna make sure Dean gets his family."

Castiel sat up, tears streaking down his cheeks and he blamed his crazy hormones. He took Bobby's hand, saw that the hunter had been crying too and placed it over his stomach. The baby sent a bolt of happiness through them both and Bobby's eyes widened. The baby liked him, recognized its grandparent.

"It's your family too, Bobby," Cas said as the older man gazed down at him in amazement. "You've made a great father to them." Dean and Sam he meant and they both knew it. "You'll make an amazing grandfather. I know it."

So? Was that worthy? Almost 4, 500 words, just seven words short of it actually. But good though, right? I mean, I've been listening to crappy classic music while writing this, babysitting my little cousin. Cas's 'craving'? Well, that was what was in front of me on the table. My uncle was cleaning out his fridge. Yeah.

Also. Like my Bobby story? I always wondered why he didn't have kids when it was obvious that he was good with them and liekd them (Dean adn Sam Wee!chesters, duh). So this is why.

Also, some Sabriel sappiness? Yeah, huh? 8D

Eve: YES!

Gabe: *harumph*

Sam: *smile*

Cas: That was sweet.

Dean: *clawing eyes out* I'm blind, I'm blind! *looks at everyone* And i was FULL-FRONTAL!

Cas: I was horny.

Me&Eve&Dean&Sam&Gabe: O.o Did he just say... OMD.

Dean: You still feeling it? *leer-eyebrow wiggle*

So before this gets out of hand... what say you guys?

Review?