I woke up the next morning and immediately had to run to the bathroom. "Cas? You okay baby?" Dean asked kneeling down beside me and rubbed my back as I continued to puke up last nights supper. "Ugh. Fuck morning sickness." I grumbled flushing the toliet and got up to brush my teeth. "I know baby, it'll go away soon." Dean said kissing the top of my head. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Ugh, food doesn't even sound good right now." I said leaving the bathroom to get dressed. "And don't say 'come on you gotta eat'." I grouched pulling on my sweats and grabbed my glasses off the nightstand. I was sitting on the couch with Squirt finishing my episode of Sherlock from the night before when Dean came in with toast. "Dean. I told you I'm not hungry." I said pushing the toast away. "Well dammit Cas! You have to eat. You can't be sick right now." Dean said pushing the toast towards me again.
"Fine. Jesus, you're so annoying." I grouched taking a bite of the toast. "There? Better?" "Yes, actually." Dean said slouching down the couch. I ate my toast just to make Dean happy and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up about two hours later my feet where on Deans lap and he was watching some documentary on cars. "What time is it?" I asked groggily "11:30." Dean snapped back. "What's your problem?" I said sitting up "nothing. Don't worry about it." "Don't worry about it? What the fuck Dean? Tell me what your problem is because I'm really not in the mood to deal with any of your shit." "Fine. You want to know what my problem is? It's you Cas." Dean fired back and I could only stare at him. "I'm your problem? What the fuck did I do?" I asked tears filling my eyes and I cursed my hormones for being out of control.
"You don't seem to care Cas." "What do you mean I don't seem to care? Care about what Dean." "About the baby! You know you have to eat to keep up your strength and to keep you and the baby healthy. But it seems like everyday I have to practically force food down your damn throat!" "Well excuse me for not wanting to eat something right after I finish puking up the last thing I eat. Sorry that the smell of food right now makes me nauseous. I'm sorry that my pregnancy hormones cause me to puke everything to the point where food doesn't sound appealing." I shouted standing up and made my way up the stairs. "Dammit Cas! That's not what I was getting at! What are you doing?" Dean asked after he followed me up the stairs. "
I'm going to stay with Gabe until you can understand what I'm going through. Because the sooner you find out that this is just a stage and that I do care about our child the sooner I can come back home. Until then, I'm not going to stay here and let you yell at me." I said walking past him. "Take care of the cat. If you can even manage that." I said slamming the door. I was glad that it was less than a 5 minute drive to Gabes because the time I got to the driveway I could barely see through the tears. How could Dean think that I don't care about my our child. I got out and knocked on the door; "Cassie! Cassie what's wrong what are you doing here?" Gabe asked bringing me inside.
"I-I I can't be there right now. H-he doesn't-t t-t-t-hink I care about, about the baby." I sobbed into Gabe's shoulder. "Dean doesn't think you care about the baby? Why would he think that?" Gabe asked rubbing my shoulder. "Because, every time I puke, Dean thinks it's necessary to shove food down my throat. I've told him just to let it be for a while to let my stomach settle. And this morning after I got sick he made me eat some toast and when I woke up he was all pissy and said that I don't care about the baby because according to him, he has to practically force feed me every day." I said wiping my eyes and face.
"That's bull shit. He should know that. I'm sorry baby bro." "Thank you, I just want to sleep. I don't feel very good." I said making my way to my old room. I only got up to go to the bathroom and to eat the soup Gabe made me. When Monday morning rolled around I got up and headed to the bakery. "Morning Charlie." I greeted her pulling on my apron. "Morning Cas. What's with the long face?" "Nothing, Dean and I are in the middle of a fight. I've been staying at Gabes since Saturday." I told her, "what? Why? Do I need to kick some alpha ass?" Charlie asked, "no, thank you though." I said chuckling. "Let's just get through this day." It was noon when Charlie came back to the kitchen, "uh, Cas? Dean's here and he wants to talk to you."
I sighed, "tell him to come back here, it's more private." I told her; I turned around to finish frosting the cupcakes for a customer. "Cas?" I heard Dean ask behind me. I turned around, "hello, Dean." Dean looked horrible, there were bags under his eyes and his eyes were slightly red. "Cas, please come home baby. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said the things I said. I don't know why I said them, I was, am worried about you." "Why are you worried about me Dean? I'm perfectly fine. We were at the doctors just the other day, you saw how well me and the baby are doing. What you said was hurtful. So, no I'm not coming home. Not just yet." I said turning back around to the cupcakes holding back my tears; I heard Dean sniffle a little and leave.
The rest of the day I spent with a headache; I returned to Gabe's ignoring the concerned looks from everyone at the bakery. The next morning wasn't any better, I woke up with a headache and I was nauseous but never got sick; I felt sluggish at work and there were a few times I had to stop what I was doing because I was so dizzy. "Cas, maybe you should go home. You're starting to worry me." Charlie said setting a cup of herbal tea in front of me. "I'm fine Charlie, just pregnancy problems. It'll pass, thank you for the tea." I said taking a sip.
"Cas, Charlie's right. If you're feeling shitty maybe you should go back home, and when I mean home, you and Dean's house. Sam was in here earlier, Dean hasn't been to work since you've left and he's in a bad place." Gabe said sitting down next to me. "Alright, fine. But I'm not going back there just yet. I'll go back to your place Gabe and take a nap." I sighed getting up and stumbled a little. "Alright, that's it I'm driving you home." Gabe said wrapping his arm around my waist to balance me. We got back to Gabe's and he left me alone in my room.
"Yell if you need anything." Gabe said before closing the door. I laid there for an hour trying to sleep but something wasn't right. My dizziness went away but my stomach was still doing flips and I was getting hot. I laid there for about 10 more minutes and I could feel the all too familiar feeling of vomiting so I quickly stumbled to the bathroom and began to puke my guts out. I puked for a few minutes before I started getting light headed, I looked into the toilet before I could flush the evidence away and felt panic. I was staring into a bowl of blood; "Gabe! GABE!" I hollered before passing out.