6 weeks later.
Meg ran her hands over her belly laying in the bed. She could lie, she was growing attached. She wondered if that would go away.
The growth accelerated a few weeks back pushing her closer and closer to giving birth much sooner then they originally expected. "How are you feeling?" Castiel asked when he entered the room hanging his coat on the rack.
"Um, Fat seems to cover it," she said the affection leaving her touch before she dropped her hand.
"You seem… Upset," he said and sat on the bed beside her.
Meg rolled her eyes, "Wouldn't you be?" she said sharply.
Castiel nodded and looked at her, "I understand, but that's not what I meant," he said, "I sense your growing attachment to it," he said.
Meg pushed her hair back, "I don't know what you're talking about," she said avoiding his prodding eyes.
"That is a lie," he said matter of fact.
Meg cut her eyes at him a moment then away, "It's just… these damn emotions!" she said pushing herself up so she was sitting straighter, "They are kind of intense," she said placing her hand where she felt the baby kick. "Feeling it move," she said softly.
"I thought the movement brought discomfort?" he said confused.
Meg half smiled glancing at him through her lashes, "Not always," she said and took his hand, "Feel it for yourself," she said.
Castiel hesitated but allowed her to press his hand to the side of her swollen belly. The angel waited with his hand on the demons belly feeling nothing, "what am I Supposed to-" he cut off ubruptly when he felt the small bump against his hand, "That is… Strange," he said placing his other hand on her belly as well staring at her stomach in amazement.
The demon half smiled, "Pretty cool, huh?" she said watching his face shift from awe to amazement and finally sadness. Meg's face fell slightly.
"It doesn't change what must be done, Meg," he said slowly removing his hands from her stomach.
Meg's eyes burned slightly when he folded his hands in his lap. "But what if it does?" she said in barely a whisper.
"What are you saying, Meg?" he said standing slowly to face her.
"Nothing," she said looking at the clock, "I'm tired I'm going to go to bed," she said wiggling down into the bed laying on her side with her back to him.
Castiel sighed and stood there for a moment before slipping off his black dress coat laying it over the chair. "I'm sorry," he said laid on the bed just behind her resting his hand on her shoulder.
Meg sat up and rolled to face him her wide eyes sparkled with tears she refused to shed, "It's not your fault," she said. "I'm due any day now, it's just all the hormones," she said touching his face. "I miss you, Clarence," she said.
Castiel smiled and pressed his lips to hers softly, "I have missed you as well," he said and pulled her as close as her stomach would allow and stroked her hair softly till she fell asleep. He watched her sleep a while thinking of how aweful she must feel when he felt her body jerk arching her back and she screamed, "Meg!" he said urgently. Her stomach moved in unnatural ways.
"Get it out!" She cried every book flew from the shelves and Clattered to the floor. Castiel lifted her with great care flashing to the room they had prepared "Sam! Dean! It's happening!" he called.
Dean came running in flanked but Sam. "Already we weren't expecting her pop yet," Dean said over Meg screams.
Castiel Helped her out of her bottoms and tried reassuring her, "It's gonna be ok," he said.
"They're gonna kill him!" she sobbed before screaming as her stomach rolled poking out in painful ways.
Dean and Sam exchanged worried looks before looking at her, "Don't think about anything but getting the baby out," Sam said softly andCastiel took his place at her feet he had read every Medical journal about child birth known to man.
"Ok, Meg, You need to push now," Castiel said.
"I can't!" she snapped.
"You must," he said and meg took a few jagged breaths and tucked her chin to her chest and pushed.
"Good, keep going," he said as he saw the baby crown.
Meg sobbed and fell back against the bed before taking a few breaths and pushed again. It took what seemed like hours for the baby to emerge.
Castiel grabbed a towel they had nearby and wrapped the baby in it. "It's a boy," he said softly. He started around to show Meg and Dean grabbed his shoulder.
"You think that is a good idea," he said angel blade already in hand.
Castiel jerked his shoulder from him giving him a look that said don't you dare try anything. He finished rounding the table Meg sat up her body Already healing.
"Thank you," she said when Castiel laid the small bundle in his arms. It wasn't until that moment Meg realized he never cried. She looked down at the little boy covered in blood. His eyes wide open looking back at her with the beep blue eyes. "He doesn't look dangerous," she said running her finger over his velvet soft cheek.
"Yet," Dean said rolling the handle of the angel blade in his grip.
Castiel looked at the tiny infant, "It's different," he said and looked at Dean.
"I knew this was a bad idea," Dean said, "This needs to end," he said and Castiels hand shot out send dean flying back. "You will not touch him," he said.
Sam stood ready. He wasn't sure what he next action was supposed to be. "You ok Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean stood and dusted himself off, "I'm fine," he said his eyes locked with Castiel's. "We talked about this," he said simply taking a few slow steps.
"I know," Castiel said.
"Well I guess now we know the real reason these son's of bitches are so hard to kill," Sam said. "I was reading earlier. It's believed the parents protect the baby till it's grown, I didn't think it was true," he said.
"How about now, Sammy?" Dean snapped.
"It could be possible," he muttered and looked at Castiel, "Whatever you are feeling it's that thing!" he said jabing his finger at the infant.
"That thing is my son!" Castiel helped Meg off the table and into her sweats, never taking his eyes off the boys. "We are leaving," he said
Meg held the baby close to her. She kept him nestled in the crook of her arm. She knew they should be killing him, it was what needed to happen to heretics, but this wasn't any heretic, it was her child.
The swelling she felt in her chest was real to her. The ache in her heart when she thought of those big Blue eyes never opening again was real.
"Let's go," Castiel said
"That thing has to die" Dean said at the made their way to the door.
"Not today" he said.
"You're only making this harder."
"So be it," Meg said and walked out with Castiel, "What the hell are we doing?" She asked feeling slightly panicked.
"I don't know," he said simply and kept walking with her he flashed them out.
**What will Sam and Dean do? Will Cas and Meg be able to keep the baby safe?**
