"What do you think the color of the walls should be, babe?" Cas asked Dean as they walked through Lowe's.

"I don't know. This is why I said we should have asked for the gender." Dean said rubbing his swollen middle.

"Gabriel can tell you. If you really want to know."

"Yes, I really want to know."

"Then call him."

"He can tell over the phone?"

"Yes, he is an archangel. I bet he already knows what the babies name is. No you're not going to ask him what the name of our child is."

Dean dialed Gabriel's number and put the phone up to his ear.

"If you're going to ask about the gender, it's a girl."

"How—"

"Sammy owns me some money."

Dean hung up after hearing Sam yell across the room. "We're having a little baby girl."

"Does this mean we can paint the nursery pink?"

"Hell no! This may be my little princess but there no way in Hell that I would paint her nursery pink or purple or yellow."

"You're really cutting down the options."

"Good."

"How about a light green or teal?"

"I like teal." Dean smiled. He turned around to almost run into another customer. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, watch it buddy." The man yelled.

"Hey, how about you calm down. Can't you tell I'm fucking pregnant?" Dean yelled back.

"Didn't you see me walking here?" the man replied.

"If I did I would have gotten out of the way."

"Hey, that's enough. Come on Dean." Cas tried to break off the argument.

"Yeah, you better walk away you faggot."

That triggered something in Cas. He slowly turned around towards the man. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

Cas walked over to the man. "I don't think I did. Cause if I did you just called my boyfriend a faggot. If he's a faggot than what are you?"

"Whoa, man, calm down. This fight is just between me and your boyfriend."

"No, if you can't tell my boyfriend is 7 months pregnant with my baby daughter. It's my job to keep them safe. Next time you call someone a fag I think you should think about what you call yourself when you get something shoved up your ass behind your wife's back." Cas walked away with Dean.

Dean's eyes were wide and a little shaky. Ever since the incident Dean has been different. He tries to cover it up. He tells everyone he is fine and the same Dean he was before the incident and barely remembers it. Cas knew Dean's triggers but a average bystander wouldn't. It's the little things. If you grab Dean's arm or wrist is when he starts to panic. He has become very claustrophobic and doesn't like long car trips anymore, he blames it on the baby pressing his bladder. Dean can't lay in a bed longer than needed, he also blamed that on the baby pressing on his back. Sam didn't even notice. Sam actually believed Dean didn't really remember the attack and was perfectly fine, but Cas could see inside Dean's soul.

That guy Crowley hired to torture Dean did a number on him. One thing that has majorly changed was Dean and Cas's sex life. Dean was raped repeatedly for over 24 hours, Dean and Cas's sex life plummeted, in fact there was nothing. Dean and Cas definitely tried millions of times but if Cas ever got close to Dean's tight entrance, Dean would instantly go stiff and then his boner was gone.

Dean walked to the car as Cas bought the paint they decided on and was shortly behind Dean. Dean got in the car as Cas put the paints in the trunk. Once Cas was in the driver's seat he looked over at his boyfriend. "Are you ok?"

Dean was silent for a few moments, then spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, let's just get home."

"Tell me what upset you. It wasn't your fault. That guy was just a asshole."

"I'm fine Cas, that guy was a douche."

"Dean…"

"Cas, I don't wanna talk about it. Can we just get home please?"

Yeah, Dean was perfectly fine. They drove home in silence. Dean went straight up bed when they finally did get home. Great.

Sam and Gabriel came over a few hours later. Dean was still up stairs. Cas had gone up a few times but Dean wasn't talking. His head was under a pillow and curled up as much as possible under the sheets.

"So what happened?" Sam asked when they entered the living room.

"We were at Lowes looking a paint colors for the nursery when Dean turned and almost bumped into a man. The man was way out of line. He ended up calling Dean a faggot. I told the guy out and then we left. Dean looked upset but said he was fine. Now he has been laying in bed for the past three hours."

"Well, he's going to have to get up sooner or later because you know Dean even with his iron clad bladder, that baby still presses it pretty damn hard, so Dean will have to pee sooner or later." Gabe said.

~Dean's POV~

Dean laid in the bed terrified. Usually his panic attack happen at night when Cas is asleep and Dean had been startled awake by his own nightmare. Dean had tried so hard to hide the panic attack in the car and had to get up to the bedroom fast.

At first his was just in the bed to calm himself down and then he would make his way down stairs again, but once he was calm he had fallen asleep. He woke up with a full bladder and on his back. That when he baby decided to pressed down on Dean's bladder and stay there. It was like the attack all over again.

Dean went into a paralyzing panic attack. He couldn't stop it. Once it was over and Dean's breathing hitched, tears brimmed his ear lids and he covered his face with his head.

Dean hated to feel weak, and everyone had been saying that he was strong and he was doing so well for what had happened to him, but in reality Dean was cracking under pressure. Dean was actually weak and fragile and just putting on a brave face for his boyfriend and brother for their peace of mind.