When she was finally able to sit, she looked around, noticing the many things those in the health care professions used. It all looked so strange, and she reached for Dean's hand as if to reassure herself she was supposed to be here. The nurse had smiled as she looked at the two before she'd asked, "So what brings you in today?" before practically reading the situation off Dean's face before he opened his mouth.

"We're not completely sure," Dean said, looking over at Cas and squeezing her hand, "Cas just woke up

puking and she says that she's hungry but then she'll get sick again right after. I just don't know

why she keeps getting her appetite back like that," he shrugged, looking back at the nurse.

The young woman smiled, barely shaking her head. "You're here to have her tested, right? You first timers are adorable,l remember when my husband was like that," she noted, watching Dean's cheeks flame at the comment.

'Uh, we're not-" he managed before Cas had interjected, "Wait what test?" Dean facepalmed as the nurse motioned for Cas to stand with a "Just follow me, hun." Looking back at him, she shrugged before following, wondering what the fuck was going on.

Dean paced in the small room, doing his best to be patient but really not feeling all that patient right now. He couldn't stop himself from thinking that this must be it, that Cas must be pregnant. There was just nothing else that made sense. She had the eating thing and morning sickness down, he was sure of it, and Cas never really got sick before now. Everything added up. He could only hope that he was right. It was weird, hoping for something like this. A few months ago, he wouldn't be caught dead even saying that he wanted to have a family, that he wanted Cas. But here he was, pacing impatiently in circles around a tiny room and doing absolutely nothing productive except get himself dizzy.

Stuff like this wasn't supposed to happen to guys like him, especially not for hunters. He just hoped that now with his mind already set with what he wanted, things would turn out right for him and Cas.

Cas came back into the room ten minutes later, the nurse saying something along the another ten" because said test needed time to develop.

She was quick to walk up to Dean and pull him into a hug to stop his pacing, though her heartbeat thudded in her ears. "You really think...?" She tried, voice slightly shaky at realising what probably had happened.

She hated that nervousness had crept into her voice, it made her feel weak. To district herself from the ten minute wait, she looked up at Dean and qave him a small smile, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him soundly, knowing it'd calm him as well.

Dean let himself relax under Cas' hands, leaning into the slow kiss gratefully. Once he had pulled back enough to look at her, he smiled just a bit, "Yeah...l do," he murmured, running a thumb over her cheek gently.

Her eyes shut against his touch and she leaned against him still, arms wrapping around

him with a small sigh.

"Talk about luck... We weren't even trying for that long! God, I love you. You have no idea how much," she whispered into his chest before everything hit again, this /was/ happening.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, the same nurse coming in followed by an older man in a white lab coat. Dean held his breath as the doctor came in, flipping through some sheets on a clipboard.

"So what's the news doc?" He asked, feeling a burst of nerves go through him. The doctor looked up at him as if first noticing he was there and nodded looking down at his papers.

"Well it's certainly not a bug," he murmured, pushing his glasses up his nose, "But Miss Winchester has definitely got something. She's pregnant," he told them, making Dean's heart stop in his chest. He looked down at Cas with wide eyes, even with suspecting the news, hardly able to believe his ears.

"I'm preg-" she paused, the word barely rolling of her tongue before she turned to look at Dean, blue eyes full on Deer-in-the-headlights as she grinned, trying to remember how to breathe when she grabbed for his hand.

"I'm pregnant. Dean. We're /having/ a /baby/!"

She leaned up and kissed him softly before the doctor continued, something about how far she already was (some low number of weeks or so) and next steps and all that before handing each of them a thicker packet 'for light reading', not that she'd heard any of it, being too far lost in thought about what those two little words meant that the doctor had said. And then it dawned on her, the doctor had called her Miss /Winchester/. Surely Dean did that knowing what her reaction would be?

'Cas? Cas, hun, you there?" Dean asked softly, waving his free hand in front of her face.

"Yeah, I'm here. Just lost in thought." She answered.

"Sorry about the name," he winced a bit, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or assume too much, "You needed a last name and there really wasn't anything else that made sense...l mean, no matter what, you're definitely a part of the family," he smiled a bit before pulling her close against him. "l know I

was already kinda expecting, but I can't believe you're actually pregnant," he murmured, kissing her slow and sweet.

When she pulled back to look at him, she saw both the doctor and nurse were taking their leave. "No, it... It fits. Castiel Winchester." Her name rolled off with awe as she stood up and shook both of their hands, saying thank you's before turning back to Dean.

"So...Now what? I totally missed half of what they were saying..."

"Uh, yeah...me too," he chuckled a little nervously. "Guess we were a little overwhelmed," he held

up the papers that were handed to him brightly, "Still got these," he said, flipping through them a bit. "Looks like we've gotta get an OB/GYN for you and get you started with the right diet and vitamins," he murmured, frowning a bit at the papers, "Looks like it's not all cravings."

'Oh. Diet? Yyaayyy..." It was sarcastic, though her smile stuck. "What's it say about me anything? It's gotta have how much longer of a wait we've got till mini's here... And what about sex? Better yet, what're we telling your brother?" She wondered, eyes wide.

"You've got nine months of pregnancy and...sex is fine," he told her, flipping through the papers, "Won't hurt the baby or anything like that..." He suddenly stopped, looking up at Cas with wide eyes, "Sorry, but I seriously just can't get over the fact that there's a baby growing in there.../our/ baby," he said in awe, looking down at her stomach.

When he met her eyes again there was a fire in them, and they were glowing softly as she

kissed him again, his hands absentmindedly coming to rest against her stomach as he walked, soon enough her back was against the wall with a low whine.

"Oh, baby, you're /bad/. This is a doctor's office... And we just/ got the news," she gasped as his lips

ghosted across her face and throat, head burying in the crook of her neck.

"If you wanna take me, take me back home and we can annoy Sam while we're at it... God, you're

such a good brother, you're going to be the best father ever!" It was a pant now as he bit down against her collarbone, hand against her stomach trailing low to hook fingers in the belt loops of her jeans to pull her close.

"Ah, Dean-please, not here," it was another whine from the girl, she trying to pull away from the wall to distance them. "Home... Or atleast a drugstore so we can pick up those vitamins." She offered. 'Or home cuz I wanna scare Sammy..." Came the afterthought.

"Dean... Baby, you even listening?"

Dean pulled back from her with one last kiss, releasing her from the wall.

"Let's go," he said, voice deep and a bit raspy with how much he needed Cas right now.

He took her hand in his and interlaced their fingers, pulling her tight against his side as they left the office. Any bit of distance between them right now just felt like pure torture, and he couldn't keep from glancing down at her flat belly every so often, part wild lust and pure awe for what they had managed to do.

She let a shudder pass through her at how tight Dean had pulled her against him as they left,

she knew the tone of his voice by now, and that suggestion sheld made before they left the bunker was still rattling in her head.

Dean helped her get in the car carefully, feeling incredibly mindful of everything that could

possibly harm Cas and the baby now that it was official. He quickly strapped himself in and

headed straight for the nearest drug store on the way back to the bunker for the vitamins. He was already planning on what to do with her when they got back.

Sam briefly crossed his mind but Dean quickly forced it away for a bit. Telling his brother could wait until after they celebrated.


As soon as the two got into the store, she beelined for the pharmaceuticals, eyes widening at the aisle's

collection. "Uh... Fuck, there's so /many/! Can I just- this looks OK, right?" She commented, holding up a bottle labeled prenantal with a shadow of a pregnant woman on the front.

'Or- Ooh, gummie ones!"

"Go for the gummies," Dean offered, picking up the bottle, "It's what l'd choose," he smirked a bit before leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

"Can't believe we're actually doing this."

"Feels good, hm? What else is all on that list? I'm getting candy next - still want those chocolate chips," she laughed, resting her head against his shoulder. "And tonight? I know you, news like this week take

awhile. Knowing you you have something /planned/..." She teased, winking.

It was fifteen minutes before he found her again, arms full of candy and the exact kind of stuff she probably /wasn't/ supposed to have.

"Dean, babe, can you grab that?" She asked innocently, reaching for the top shelf, where a giant probably six pound Hersheybar sat.

"We can give that to Sam with a note or something, saying he's gonna need the sugar high to handle the mini whenever it's here… Speaking of which, nine from now is... October."

'Er, wait... Yeah, it's October, right? Fuck, it's not anyone's birthday already, and if it's near Halloween- godforbid the Winchesters are stuck in a hospital on Halloween instead of salt and burning graves..."

She sighed, free hand rubbing her stomach absentmindedly.

'Or- fuck, I could make you boys stay home... I mean I want this whole thing to be as intimate as possible, having it at home seems easiest."

"Are you sure you'd be okay with that?" He asked her, a bit surprised. He had thought home births

weren't something that was still done. Usually, he only saw those in movies from the 1700s or something.

"Why not? We've got time to read up on it. It's not like you're gonna chicken out with helping, lord knows you've both seen enough blood times over," she was nearly laughing as his arms wrapped around her, face nuzzling into her neck.

"And realistically it's not like I'm gonna die from it, humans have made medical advancements to prevent that." She was smiling now, trying to catch what was falling from her hold, being she hadn't grabbed a basket.

Dean caught the bottle of vitamins easily in his hand, keeping it cradled in his hand. "Yeah, I know. Guess I'm just already worrying about you," he chuckled a bit nervously.

"I'll be fine, I promise. When have I ever gotten hurt when you're around?" It was rhetorical, not needing an answer. "Baby I can see the look, I know you want to get home. I'm ready, so- if you are, we can go."

"Always ready for you, baby," he told her quietly, taking the rest of the items out of her hands to head up and pay for them. He was still feeling that itch under his skin to touch Cas, get her safely in his bed and let her know just how happy he was about all of this. But first things first, they had to get back.

She turned to him and smirked as they checked out, lips barely cracking into a grin as she climbed back into the car, she knew what Dean was thinking.

"You're close to just throwing me in the backseat and just fucking my brains out, aren't you?" It was a suggestive purr, hands running through her hair out of habit. "Or home, yknow just pin me against the kitchen counter while Sammy's in the library..."

Dean sent her a heated glance, looking at her sideways from the road, "Maybe, think l'd prefer just the room this time though. Don't wanna risk anyone seeing you like that. That's only for me," he practically growled, his voice going deeper with arousal.

Her cheeks flamed, a smooth strawberry crush flooding her skin at the thought of once again being pinned to Dean's bed, nails clawing into pillows and sheets. "See, I know you too well. And afterwards we can get pizza or something. Well, we can bribe Sam with food after we break the news," she grinned, laughing softly.

Dean hummed his agreement, "You think he'll be surprised?" He asked, trying to picture his little brother's reaction to the news. He already knew they were together, but a baby? There was no way he could've guessed that."

"It'll be interesting… Can't wait to see his face when he realises we're serious. He's never had a normal shot at family life, this is the closest he'll get to any of it. Still think we should preface it with 'Uncle Sammy' watch the colour just drain." She

giggled as they hit a red light, she leaning in to kiss him.

By the time they made it into the garage and managed to get out of the car, Cas had wound herself so tightly against Dean's frame and had been teasing him with needy, open mouthed kisses so much so that he nearly /was/ about to pin her to the hood had it not been for Sam calling from inside.

"About damn time you two are back - called around, somebody else got on this case before I

could leave. Figures. Did you figure out what's wrong with Cas?"

"Uh, yeah," Dean shared a smile with Cas. "You wanna do the honors or should l?" He asked, leading her inside the bunker.

The minute Cas and Dean got into the main living area of the bunker, Cas took a deep breath

and looked at Sam - who thankfully was leaning against the counter already. She

was nearly giggling as Dean nodded, telling her to go on. "Uh... Uncle Sammy, you might want to sit down."

Dean watched with a grin firmly fixated on his face as Sam's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?" He asked in almost shock, looking like he those last words Cas spoke to him weren't computing.

Dean couldn't help but laugh, "You always wanted a normal life, right? Well now you're

gonna be an uncle. Can't get much more normal than that."

"I-wait. Stop." Both hands were up and San was nearly sliding down the wall, bracing himself as he put his hand into his hair. "Gonna be a- fuck, you two aren't just together, she's- I'll be damned, Cas, you're pregnant?!" She grinned as Dean walked forward to wrap his arms around her waist, hands forming

a heart against her stomach.

"Wanted to break the news quick and painlessly, hope that's OK?" She added, watching realisation flood Sam's features as he picked himself off the floor, his smile mirroring Dean's own.

"Almost got a heart attack so maybe not painlessly," Sam joked making Dean laugh out loud, clapping a hand down on Sam's shoulder. "But I'm really happy for you guys. Can't say I'm not surprised but...it makes sense. I'm glad you're getting the chance for a real family life," he smiled and Dean just couldn't help but pull Sam into a tight hug, trying to hide his suddenly itchy nose by sniffling a few times. Completely manly like of course.

Cas laughed just watching the two, before she remembered how fucking /eager/ Dean had been to get her home. "Well now that that's out of the way, we were thinking, pizza for dinner and maybe a movie? Later of course because De-" she grinned and cut herself off at the wink he'd done, she already

turning to walk to their room as the boys dropped their hug.

"Might wanna head somewhere soundproof for a bit, Sammy!" Dean called back to him, quickly following after Cas. "It's celebrating time," he laughed when Sam furrowed his brow in disgust at him, looking like he wanted to bitch about it. But he was already in his room with Cas, watching her with a smirk.

"Finally."