The following morning and Dean was attending Castiel in the bathroom, rubbing his back and making soothing noises into his lover's ear as he knelt beside him. His face was grim, lips pressed down into a tight line of worry as he watched hi lover vomit into the toilet, blue eyes closed to the world as though in pain. Dean waited until Castiel was finished, before helping to clean him up, starting the shower and removing his clothes while Castiel stood listlessly in the center of the bathroom.
Dean undressed himself, and stood with Castiel beneath the warm rushing water from the shower head, scrubbing gently at Castiel's body with his hands and plenty of soap. Neither spoke, yet it was clear what was on both their minds.
"What if Gabriel's wrong, Dean?" Castiel asked, large blue eyes turned to his lover's in mute appeal. "What if I'm not pregnant at all?"
"I think it's likely, Cas, or why else are you throwing up unless you're pregnant?" Dean asked, before he handed Castiel a toothbrush laden with toothpaste, without being asked to.
"I don't know," Castiel replied, knowing Dean's words to be true.
"Are you sure you wanted more kids, Dean?" Castiel asked, looking sad, not making any move to brush his teeth despite the sour taste still flooding his mouth.
"Yeah, Cas, I do and so did you," Dean replied, staring at Castiel in worry. "You're still worrying that Gabriel's playing a prank on us, aren't you?"
He wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, chin propped against his shoulder as he stared at Castiel's reflection in the fogged mirror suspended from the wall in front of them. He leant in, pressed needy lips to Castiel's still slightly damp skin, kissing his cheek, his jawline, as his hand massaged the angel's abdomen gently. Castiel's eyes drifted closed and he leant back into Dean's touch, plump lips parted, enjoying the feel of Dean loving him.
"Yes, Dean; I think he is," Castiel replied to Dean's earlier question, gruff voice tinged with uncharacteristic sadness.
"There is a way of checking for pregnancy, you know, Cas," Dean told him, uncertainly, as though not quite sure as to what he was even saying.
Castiel tilted his head to the side, waiting for Dean to continue, unused to human affairs as he was.
"I mean a pregnancy test," Dean told him, coughing into his hand uncomfortably. "Human women use them to find out if they're pregnant or not."
"I would like to test for a pregnancy, Dean," Castiel replied, with one of his slow, deliberate nods at his lover.
"Okay, if you're sure, then pregnancy test it is," Dean said, before he nodded agreeably.
Castiel smiled beautifully, remained silent, while Dean then asked the obvious.
"Who's gonna buy the test kit? We're never gonna get away with walking into a pharmacy," Dean asked, eyes turning shifty, embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head with one embarrassed hand.
"We could ask Elisha to buy it for us," Castiel replied, with a slight smile. "She's a woman, they'll expect her to be with child."
"Yeah, of course, Elisha. Good idea, Cas," Dean said, with some relief, not having relished the prospect of going into a pharmacy for what he privately termed as women's stuff.
Dean left to ask his daughter to go buy the pregnancy test, while Castiel slowly made his way down to the living room in his wake, just walking in on the tail end of Elisha's laughter then subsequent agreement. The young Winchester wrapped her arms around Dean, before transferring the hug to Castiel when he came up to stand by his lover's side.
Dean watched, standing back as he watched his daughter hug his lover, matching dark hair and dark blue eyes catching the light as Elisha giggled happily against Castiel's neck. The angel was smiling, looking happy while with his daughter, pride settling in amongst the happiness in his eyes. Finally the hug ended, with Elisha then leaving them, borrowing Dean's Impala to head into town, to buy the required pregnancy test for Castiel ...
Elisha came back from town some time later, stepping from the shade of the Impala and slamming the door shut with a customary creak, large blue eyes squinting in the sun up towards Bobby's house. Dean was already on the porch waiting for her, ushering her in and towards Castiel. The angel was loitering in the hallway behind the front door, face unusually tense as Elisha walked in.
She handed her father a brown paper bag wordlessly, grinning hopefully at Dean and receiving a peck on the cheek in return.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Dean told his daughter gratefully. "You just saved our asses today."
"Again," Elisha replied cheekily, knowing that she'd done it before and would do it again no doubt.
Dean didn't take any notice of her cheek, just ushered her away asking - "Go get your dad some pie and a beer, El, would you?"
"Sure thing, Dad," Elisha replied, cheerfully. "How 'bout you, Dad?"
This last said to Castiel who was peering into the brown paper bag as though it contained the secrets of Pandora's Box and was about to unleash them onto the world. In a way, it was, but not in the traditional sense.
"Nothing for me, thanks, El," Castiel replied, in distraction, blue eyes shifting up to meet his daughter's similar blue eyed gaze.
Elisha nodded, shrugged her shoulders, then trotted off gracefully; seemingly nothing ever got the human-angel hybrid down. Dean watched her go, before escorting his lover gently to the bathroom, all too curious and eager to find out the result of the test himself. Castiel turned bright, pleading eyes onto Dean, as though the hunter could change the fate of the world if only Castiel stared at him long enough ands Dean offered him a shaky smile of support. He leant in, kissed him, lips lingering against Castiel's needy lips, locked in a gentle kiss of mutual love.
Dean stood by as Castiel took the test, pissing on the small stick held between long fingers, before setting it to one side to prove. Finally, after two minutes, they both leant over the fragile wand, eyes riveted towards the small indicator curiously. As one they turned to face each other, disbelief clear in their eyes, despite knowing the outcome without the aid of an indicator.
"Dude, you're pregnant," Dean stated unnecessarily.
"Yes, Dean, we are," Castiel replied, pride, happiness, joy brightening his eyes and curling his lips into a pleased smile at his lover.
Dean pressed kiss after kiss against Castiel's soft, pliant mouth, pleased despite earlier misgivings about having more children with his lover. His hands travelled over Castiel's back, cupping his ass and drawing Castiel closer still to his body, limbs slotting neatly together as though they were two halves of one whole. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, slender hands travelling up to rest on Deans back, long fingers caressing his lover in gentle patterns.
"I love it when you're pregnant, Cas," Dean growled against his lover's ear. "You're so hot."
Castiel didn't reply, just shuddered, moaned against Dean's body, lips parted into a sensuous pout at Dean's words. The hunter leant in and kissed Castiel's cheek, nipping gently at Castiel's ear with questing teeth, dick hard and insistent against the angel's thigh. His hands, his mouth, his dick showed Castiel his intent to want to make love and Castiel smiled, executed one of his slow nods.
"Please," he said, wanting Dean to take him, to make love to him, to further seal their love and the children growing inside his body.
Even though he didn't understand how it could have happened, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Both Dean and he had agreed to have more children and this was their chance. Both knew that they didn't know how many other chances they would get. Dean started to undress, fingers hasty yet confident in removing his clothes, eyes resting on the angel slowly stripping before him, revealing inch upon inch of perfect skin, until they both stood naked. Their gazes were locked on each other's naked bodies, dicks curling up towards their abdomens in matching states of flushed arousal.
Dean closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth urgently against Castiel's, before turning the angel round to face the wall behind them. Castiel leant one forearm against the wall, supporting his weight against his arm, one hand splayed against the hard surface. He shuddered when he felt the hunter lean in, dick pressed hard up against his naked ass as Dean pressed a kiss that lingered against the nape of his neck. He moaned Dean's name, need thick and heavy in the tone of his voice as he started touching himself at the feel of his lover so close to him.
Dean saw what Castiel was doing, started rutting heavily against Castiel's body, moans working from both their throats as they rocked and rutted against each other, bodies writhing in sinuous time against the wall. Dean's breath was harsh in Castiel's ear, blasting in wet, hot bursts against his skin and he shuddered, almost came at the feel of him so near, so aroused, so eager for him.
Dean finally pulled away, and Castiel's hand dropped away from his dick with an effort, climax just out of reach as he turned to look at his lover over his shoulder. He watched as ghis lover spat into his palm, smoothing his saliva over his fingers quickly, cheeks flushed with arousal at what they were about to do. Dean looked up, smiled crookedly at Castiel when he caught him staring with abstract need stamped across his face, before he closed the distance between them once mroe, bodies slotting together as he kissed Castiel's tempting mouth once more.
"I wanna fuck you, Cas," Dean murmured, voice intimately low.
Castiel moaned, eyes closed, pretty mouth parted as Dean leant in to steal a kiss from him once more, tongue sliding between the angel's lips gently. Dean fucked his lover's mouth with his tongue, hard, insistent, wanting to take him hard, fuck into him urgently. The thought of the angel heavily pregnant with two kids turned Dean on, made his blood sizzle in his veins, his dick achingly hard between his legs.
Castiel felt the soothing, cool touch of Dean's saliva covered fingers touching his hole, stroking gently against puckered muscles and circling against his ass gently. Castiel turned his head slightly, lips pushing into perfect pout, Dean's name heavy on his lips as he moaned for the hunter behind him. Dean leant in and nibbled gently at the angel's exposed neck, teeth marking the skin, lips sucking bruises onto the angel for all the world to see. Castiel's eyes fluttered open for the briefest of instants, staring blindly, loving the feel of Dean's finger easing into him, the feel of Dean's mouth soothing him by pressing kisses, sucking bruises still onto him, teeth biting down and marking him still further.
The angel pushed his ass towards Dean, spreading his legs wider in invitation as the hunter pushed another finger inside him, stretching him still further and widening him, preparing him in readiness for his dick. The hunter groaned against Castiel's soft skin, eager to be inside his lover and fuck him, to fill him with his seed and his dick, to receive pleasure from loving him.
Quickly he eased his fingers away from Castiel's loosened hole, pinched his lover's ass when he complained at Dean leaving him, soon replaced by aroused cries when Dean eased his dick inside Castiel instead. Castiel gasped, an urgent note lingering in his moans as Dean slid his dick inside him, so much larger than his fingers had been, filling him with a snug fit that was so pleasurable, so arousing and beautiful. Castiel shifted, wrung a moan from Dean's lips at the shift of pressure and tension on his achingly hard member, before Castiel pressed back into him, demanding that Dean should fuck him.
Dean murmured and started thrusting into him, hands gripping Castiel's ass in their tight, insistent grip, filling Castiel and finding pleasure in sinking into his lover, gripped tight and pleasured by him in turn. Castiel fucked back onto him eagerly, eyes blind and staring, lost in the swirl of emotions coursing through him.
Dean's hands slid around Castiel's waist, following his hip bones around, fingers skimming up towards his abdomen. The angle of his thrusts shifted, hips rolling deeper into his lover, as his fingers dug into Castiel's abdomen, manipulating the flesh, knowing that his baby was growing inside there, even now. Castiel was helpless before him, responsive, giving over everything he had, everything he was, giving Dean everything just because he wanted to.
The angel felt Dean's hand slide downwards, grip his aching dick between blindly grasping fingers, hand slowly starting to pump at Castiel's dick, pleasuring him in time with his own thrusts into him. Castiel whimpered, a purling whine of Dean's name hitting the wall in front of him as he fucked himself back onto Dean's cock, then forwards into Dean's hand, loving the double pleasure afforded him by his lover.
He didn't try to fight his orgasm when it crashed through him, rendering him helpless to anything but the pleasure and his climax claimed him in red hot embrace. Castiel came, covered Dean's hand and the wall before him with the spurting strands of his release, remnants of his love pulled from his body as he cried out Dean's name, eyes shut tight from the force of his pleasure.
Dean felt Castiel's orgasm tighten his body, ripple through him, making his already tight channel an even tighter fit around his cock and he lost control, started thrusting deeper inside Castiel until he achieved his own climax, spurting deep inside his lover and filling him with his release. Dean rested his forehead wearily against Castiel's back, whimpering out his lover's name, hand still wrapped around the angel's soft cock. His other hand rested lightly against Castiel's abdomen, touching him in swirling sweeps of gentle fingers, making Castiel purr beneath his stroking contact.
Dean smiled at the vibrations working through him from Castiel's body, continued to rub the angel's abdomen slowly, making Castiel purr loudly with pleasure. Dean finally drew away, soft member pulling easily from his lover's ass, allowing Castiel to turn, face him, drape his arms around his neck and claim his mouth in a needy kiss.
Castiel smiled against Dean's full lips when he felt his lover respond to the kiss, hands clutching at his neck and massaging over where his wings would sprout, sending shudders of pleasure through him. Dean knew the right places to touch him, to make him feel good and he was glad, grateful that Dean was his lover, the father of their children.
Finally, they dressed slowly, hands reaching out to touch each other at odd moments, fingers catching and caressing at each other as their gazes locked, faint flushes creeping across their cheeks whenever they did so. When they were no longer naked, Dean cuddled Castiel close, staring down into his lover's eyes, hands resting gently against Castiel's ass, fingers massaging him smoothly.
"You alright?" Dean asked, quietly, smiling down at his lover gently.
"Yes, Dean. I am with you," Castiel replied, with one of his enigmatic smiles that meant the world to Dean.
Dean smiled, nuzzled Castiel's neck affectionately and smiled at the rumbling chuckle that sounded in Castiel's throat at the contact. He repeated the gesture once more and made Castiel's rare laugh sound again. He felt The angel's arms shift and move around him and Castiel repeated his gesture, nuzzled his neck in turn, brushing his lips tenderly against Dean's neck.
The hunter felt good to be alive in that one moment, holding the one he loved in tender arms and to exchange loving gestures while no one was around to interrupt their time together. Eventually, he sighed, pulled away reluctantly, before guiding Castiel from the room, downstairs once more.
Elisha was the first to look up expectantly, soon followed by Sam, who looked up and over the tiop of his laptop eyebrows raised in question.
"Gabriel was right, Cas is pregnant," Dean replied, holding Castiel close to his side and grinning proudly at his brother, his daughter, then Bobby as the older hunter came rolling through from the kitchen.
"Congratulations," Bobby said, with a proud grin. "Now can you help me wash up?"
"What? No way," Dean replied, looking aghast at the older hunter.
"You helped make the mess, Dean, now help me clear it up," Bobby said, insistently, looking as though he wanted to get up out of his chair and beat Dean if he could.
"You gotta set an example to your kids, Dean," Sam remarked, quietly, trying to hide behind the meager cover of his laptop to n o avail.
Dean glared at him, before sighing hugely, then gesturing to Cas to sit down.
"You'd best rest, sweetheart," he said. "You're carrying my children. Elisha, come help your dad clean up."
Elisha stopped playing with Caelum, stood and dusted her hand free of chalk dust and crayons before joining her father in the kitchen with Bobby. They set to clearing away the dirty dishes, inane chatter about upcoming hunts, impending babies and Sam's deal with Gabriel abounding in their conversation.
-tbc-