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Chapter Nine—Castiel POV

Dean drove like a crazy person. Music loud, banging on the steering wheel, and driving at least fifteen miles over the speed limit. And in a black Corvette, that was not a good idea. Surprisingly, we had never been pulled over for speeding. Even if we did, the Novak name went a long way with, well, everyone. I didn't say anything to Dean; I knew he was nervous. Suggesting to go see Jo and talk about adoption was a big step for him. I took his hand, a silent gesture of comfort, as we pulled into the parking lot.

He was jittery the whole time we were in the waiting room. The OBG/YN was a strange place to be because, for the most part, women were here. Omega men usually either didn't Mate, or mated with an Alpha female. There were significantly male/male relationships. It wasn't as if it was unheard of, but we were still getting glares and dirty looks. I wrapped my arm around Dean's shoulders protectively and glared down the women whispering amongst themselves.

"Dean Winchester-Novak?" the nurse called. We stood, and all the eyes in the room were on us as if we were famous. Granted, my family was a big deal in New York, but seriously? Was it necessary? I took Dean's hand and let the nurse lead us back to an examination room. There was a bed in the middle, a sink and cabinets to the right, and a chair on the left side of the bed. After a moment of hesitation, Dean hopped onto the bed and I sat in the chair. "Jo will be in with you shortly," the nurse said kindly, shutting the door on her way out. As soon as the door closed, Dean relaxed and I took his hand.

"Maybe something's changed," he whispered hopefully. "Maybe I can have kids after all." I didn't say anything; I didn't want to encourage or discourage him. My thumb was making soothing circles on the top of his hand as Jo walked in.

"My favourite couple," she said with a smile. "What can I do for you today?" Dean glanced at me.

"We'd like you to examine Dean again," I replied. "Just to see if anything has changed." She nodded and went to the other side of the bed.

"Take your shirt off, please," she asked kindly. He did and she asked him to lie down as she pulled the ultrasound machine to the side of the bed. The machine buzzed to life and she spread the gel over Dean's stomach. He tensed, and I squeezed his hand. Jo was looking at the monitor while moving the tool over Dean's abdomen. She had a puzzled look on her face.

"What is it?" I asked her calmly. She glanced over at me.

"It seems . . . that the pills I gave him have restored a normalcy in his womb." She turned the monitor off. "Everything looks . . . normal." Dean looked over at me.

"Does that mean . . ." Jo was wiping the gel off his stomach.

"It means you should be able to bear children." Dean lit up. I had never seen him more happy, not even on our wedding day. Jo pulled me aside as we were leaving. "Miscarriages are a definite possibility, Castiel." I nodded and went after Dean.

He didn't stop smiling the whole way home. Even when we got inside, he was still lit up like a Christmas tree. Sam had called and Dean told him the good news. His brother, next to me, was the most important person in his life. And, of course, Sam insisted we celebrate sometime soon. Dean mumbles assent and hung up so that we could eat dinner. He didn't touch his heat suppressants, so I knew we'd have to go to the lake house soon. The thought made me smile. Dean was so happy. And so was I.

While Dean and Lucifer did the dishes, I pulled Balthazar up into the upstairs hallway. He gave me a knowing look, and I looked down at my feet.

"She said its possible," he whispered. "That's a start." He patted my shoulder and went back downstairs. I sighed and went into the bedroom to pack for the lake house. It was only seven and we could get to the lake house by eight. Dean came upstairs right as I finished with our bags.

"We're going now?" he asked.

"Might as well," I told him with a smile. He kissed me and grabbed his bag. Insisting on taking the Impala and driving, Dean made it to the lake house in forty-five minutes. As soon as we got out of the car, I couldn't keep my hands off of him any longer. I wanted him, and soon. If we don't get inside soon, I'm going to take him on the hood of his car. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and led me to the door, bags forgotten in the car. He was horribly slow unlocking the door, but when it finally opened, I knew something was wrong. There was a smell hanging in the air that I couldn't place right away. And then the door slammed behind us and a figure stepped into the light from the window.

"Hello, boys." Crowley.