From the end of chapter 10. Two Doves

My Dearest Angel,

I have a surprise for you when I come home. Wait until you see it! My best buddy Benny and me went and got tattoos. Mine had "Angel" done in real fancy script inside a Valentine heart. There are even two doves, one blue eyed and one green eyed. I think you will like it; the tattoo is pretty just like you.

Gosh I miss you so much, even with the guys it gets so lonely here. I miss your crooked little smile, the way your nostrils flair when you get huffy which is hardly never, and your arms to comfort me at night. The thing I miss the most besides you-know-what is your beautiful blue eyes.

No dirty stuff in this letter Baby, I feel tired now. We are leaving for someplace I can't say in a letter. I'll be fighting then but don't worry, now that I found you I have something worth coming home to.

They called lights out so I have to go. Keep writing so I have a stack of letters to read when I get a break. Also don't forget to kiss the letters, I love your kisses so much.

This war won't last forever but my love for you will.

Love, your one and only,

Dean xoxoxo

After reading the letter Cas went to the broken standing mirror and stood to the side. He had to admit what was happening now especially since at only two months along he had the slightest of swelling to his normally flat belly. Cas wondered how long he could hide the truth.

…..

October 1943

After a half hour of waiting Ellen banged on the bathroom door. "Cas come on, I need to get ready for work!"

Cas was on his knees dry heaving over the toilet bowl. There was nothing left to add to the mess. He gripped the edge of the sink and slowly rose to his feet then flushed the evidence.

"Just a minute Ellen, I have to brush my teeth."

Cas was three months pregnant and still trying his very best to hide his small belly. So far it was working but the boy knew his days were numbered. Cas thought of running away but there was nowhere to go.

Females had a hard enough time being pregnant unwed mothers. Cas as a hermaphrodite would be seen as a freak of nature who was unable to love or take care of a child. God forbid if Dean was found out as the father. It would be definite jail time and a criminal record that would follow the rest of his life.

Cas splashed his face with cold water and quickly brushed his teeth then exited the bathroom rushing past Ellen.

Ellen noticed the oversized shirt he wore un-tucked. Cas had changed his style slowly going from pants that showed off his slender build and neatly tucked in shirts to looking sloppy.

"I have to have a talk with that boy. Something is wrong."

…..

By closing time that evening Cas was tired and dragging his feet. Sinking into a tub full of bubbles was Heaven on Earth. The teenager felt the warmth relax his sore feet. He recalled the foot rubs Dean had given him that magical week they fell in love.

"I wish you were hear Comoara…not only to rub my feet but to be safe and sound in my arms every night."

...

The next morning Cas stood naked in front of the full length mirror slowly running his hands over the swelling from the pregnancy. Cas' torso was smooth and hairless and looked like a girls pregnant body from the pubic line up.

Cas pressed the puffy area around each nipple. He had mixed emotions over the budding promise and the thought of breast feeding. After a lifetime of easily hiding his feminine parts below the waist the thought of bosoms was frightening. He told himself Dean would enjoy them even if they might only be temporary and that made him feel just a little better.

After rummaging through the closet Cas chose a navy blue oversized hand-me-down shirt figuring a dark color would hide his body better. He prided himself on being neat and tidy and hated not tucking it in but desperate times call for desperate measures.

He patted his belly, "I hope you appreciate your mommy looking like a slob."

"Oh my god…I'm talking to it…this is real."

…

Jo waited until the last minute to open the doors. She filled the napkin dispensers as the jukebox played Perfida.

She held her hand out to a tired looking Cas, "Come on Baby Blues, dance with me!"

He couldn't resist. Cas took her hand and twirled Jo then grabbed the lithe teen around the waist and dipped her. The customers waiting the last five minutes before the doors opened applauded wildly. Jo's Diner became like a ballroom when those two danced together.

The pair did a rough tango across the floor and this time Jo spun Cas. She playfully grabbed her big brother from behind with hands resting on his belly. Jo gasped when she felt a firm swell under the baggy shirt.

The song ended with her standing there mouth agape and him dashing for the stairs.

…

The Verdant Hills of Southern Italy

Dean found himself trapped with Benny behind a crumbling wall of an abandoned monastery under enemy fire.

Shelling began from both sides and they took the opportunity to move toward the forest and safety. Nearly there, Dean suddenly felt hot pain run through him. He collapsed to the ground.

Benny yelled for a medic as he went on his belly crawling over to his fallen friend. He held the bleeding young man in his arms, "Brother, say something."

Dean murmured, "Cas…my Angel."

Trying to keep Dean awake until the medic got to him, Benny asked questions. "Tell me about your Angel."

Tears flowed from Dean's rich green eyes cutting paths through the blood spray on his face. Delirious from the pain he murmured, "I love him so much. I wanna go home to my Angel."

The medic arrived just as Benny whispered in Dean's ear, "Don't say anymore about him little Brother."

The medic glanced at Benny who was holding his own bleeding arm. He tossed Benny a packet. "Soldier, pack that with sulfa power pronto. This boy needs attention first. He's in a bad way."

…

Ellen and Jo did the closing up that night and afterward both went straight to Cas' door and Ellen gave a firm knock. "I know you're in there honey so open up. We need to talk."

The door slowly opened and the teenager peered out at them, "Talk about what?"

"The fact that you've been sick a lot and you seem to be...well, swollen."

Jo chimed in, "And you dress crappy now. What's with the sloppy shirts? If you're getting fat it's ok Cas."

Cas gave a sigh of defeat, there was no way to hid anything from the two determined females. He slowly opened the door and ushered them inside.

Ellen took the rocking chair and Jo sat on the bed. Both looked expectantly at the boy in the oversized bathrobe.

Cas undid the belt. "If I tell you a secret about me do you promise to still love me and not think I'm a monster?"

Ellen reached out and touched the sleeve of his robe. "Nothing could make us think you were a monster or stop loving you. Cas you know you're my boy."

He pointed to his crotch, "I have both."

Ellen leaned forward staring at where he was pointing but Cas was covered up. "Both of what?"

He cast his blue eyes downward as a blush rose in his cheeks. "I'm male and female…down there. I'm what you call a hermaphrodite. I was told I am rare because I get monthlies like a girl and everything works."

Jo's big brown eyes widened to the size of saucers, "You gotta be kidding us!"

Cas frowned at his little sister, "Well I'm not showing you to prove it. Everything looks normal except it's sorta crowded. Sometimes I don't know which part I'm going to pee out of."

Ellen sat there with her mouth open as her mind worked on fitting the pieces together.

He opened his robe and dropped it to the floor. Just in boxers with the waist band sitting his under gut, Cas rubbed his belly. "I'm pretty sure I have a baby in here. I figure I got pregnant the very end of July when I lost my girl virginity to Dean."

That snapped Ellen out of her shock, "I will keelhaul that rascal!

Jo, always ready to say something inappropriate asked, "You still have your boy virginity then? You know…your butthole."

"Yes."

Ellen snapped, "Joanna Beth Harvelle shut your trap!"

Cas defended Dean to Ellen. "It wasn't his fault. Dean didn't know this could happen and neither did I. How could anyone know?"

Jo also defended Dean. "Mom its true, Dean is crazy for Cas. I just know he'll do the right thing."

Cas shook his head sadly, "I can't put that on him. Dean's life will be ruined forever. I have forty six dollars saved up so I can leave. I don't want people to know what kind of person you have working here."

Ellen softened her tone. "You mean my loving boy and loyal employee? They can all suck eggs for all I care."

It was pure bravado on Ellen's part. She knew it was true what Cas said but she was determined to figure something out. Ellen got up and grabbed his face turning it from side to side, "You are pretty…I notice you don't get stubble by the end of the day anymore."

"No Ma'am, I don't get a beard anymore since this happened." He touched a nipple, "I'm even getting puffy little boobies for milk I guess."

A smile crept across Ellen's face as a crazy idea came to her.

…..

Dean's eyes slowly opened then shut again. A female voice gently called to him. "Private Winchester, time to wake up."

Dean forced his eyes open and saw a young nurse smiling down at him. He mumbled, "Why do I feel woozy?"

The nurse dabbed his forehead was a cool, damp cloth. That would be the morphine."

He closed his eyes again. The effort to keep them open was too difficult. "I thought I died."

"Close but no cigar handsome. The doctor will check on you in a bit."

"Where am I?"

"London."

"Where is Benny?"

"Who?"

"My best buddy…Benny Lafitte."

"Worry about yourself Private Winchester."

"Nurse…what's wrong with me?"

She looked over his injuries with concern but didn't want to upset him. "Wait for the doctor and he can explain."

TBC

A/N- The discovery of Sulfanilamide greatly affected the mortality rate during World War II. American soldiers were taught to immediately sprinkle sulfa powder on any open wound to prevent infection. Every soldier was issued a first aid pouch that was designed to be attached to the soldier's waist belt. The first aid pouch contained a package of sulfa powder and a bandage to dress the wound. One of the main components carried by a combat medic during World War II was sulfa powder and sulfa tablets.