Sam returns later the next day. He knocks on the door to the room we are converting for the baby. "I couldn't find him" his head is hung low and his eyes don't meet ours.
"You pray to him?" Dean asks working a wrench to put together the crib.
"Yea, a bunch of times. Nothing at all." Sam replies.
"Damn it, Cas" Dean mutters under his breath.
"Sounds like he doesn't want to be found." I add "what if I pray to him?" I speak up. Dean's head turns sideways to look and me and his eyes are wide with disagreement.
"Not gonna happen" he says then turns his head away as if that's the end of the conversation.
"Why not? He has something we want and I have something he wants, we can make a trade-" I suggest. I don't get very far into explaining before her interrupts.
"No! I'm not sticking you with needles to find more grace. How long did it even take him before he got the amount he did!" Dean argues putting the tools down with force.
Sam speaks up "it could work, Dean" Sam agrees with me.
"Thank you!" I smile to the younger Winchester.
"Are you kidding?" Dean looks at me angrilyz
"I'm suggesting we do it as a trap.." Sam counters. I nod slowly agreeing because that wasn't really my idea but anything to get Dean on board. Me and Sam spend the next 20 minutes convincing Dean to go along with the plan.
He reluctantly agrees "only we have to wait until those bruises are gone. We don't exactly know much blood Castiel took out and I know your body needs to heal from it. And if anything seems to go wrong with you or the baby, we stop instantly, got it!" He looks at us waiting for an agreement.
"Sure!" I smile, happy he's on board.
"Fine." Sam agrees.
"Now, can we finish this baby room? There's like 3 months left." He looks between the two of us. We smile and start the room again.
The bruises from the blood drawing take about 2 weeks to heal. "So tomorrow then?" Sam asks after he looked at my arms, the bruises basically all gone but one teeny mark.
"I guess" Dean agrees "remember what I said, if anything goes wrong.." His eyes wide
"We stop" I finish his sentence "I know." I grab his arm to assure him. He smiles a fake smile and leaves Sam and I alone.
"He has a plan for trapping him?" I ask Sam.
Sam answers "Yea, basic enough. And a back up plan too." He adds on to telling me.
"Back up plan?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
"If it comes down to it.0 He tries to be vague about it.
"Sam, what's the back up plan?" I push further, wanting to know.
He sighs "I'm only telling you because you're the only one who could stop him from going through with it."
"Sam!" I semi yell "just tell me!"
"If things don't work out, he's going to kill Castiel with the blade." He tells me.
My eyes grow wide "he can't do that. He can't kill him!" Sam shrugs at me like he has nothing else to say so I leave him and look for Dean.
I find Dean, hands in head, sitting on the edge of our bed. I go over and kneel in front of him. My growing belly making it a bit difficult to get down.
"Dean" I whisper his name, he doesn't respond. "You can't kill Castiel" his eyes look to me after I say that.
"Sam" he growls his brothers name under his breath.
"You can't kill him, he's family!" I say again a bit louder this time.
"No, no. You're family. The moment he touched you he was no longer my family" Deans arms are tense when he says this.
"He's only trying to help" I defend him.
His shoulders tense up again as he lifts his head to look at me "that wasn't helping. He put you and the baby at risk. I won't let him do it again. I'll protect you and him." He leans down to touch my stomach "And if that means I have to kill Castiel, so be it" he says determined.
"I don't want that to happen. Castiel is still the same person. He's trying to save his family too. There was a time when you were helping him with that." I remind him.
"Until I had to save my own." He responds back.
"If this is his grace, doesn't he deserve to have it back?" I ask him, curious to what he believes about it all.
"Not if it's going to hurt you or the baby" he says directly. I nod my head. I know I can't talk Dean out of it yet. So I just have to make sure my plan works. I get back up and kiss him gently on the lips. He barely kisses me back.
