As sleep slowly gave way to wakefulness, Dean yawned and snuggled deeper into the warmth around him. Realizing he was wrapped in Cas's arms, he snaked an arm around his angel, sighing happily as he nuzzled into the angel's neck. After a few silent moments, the hunter became aware of a palm slowly sweeping back and forth across his belly. When he opened one eye, he saw Cas's palm moving in circles over the now small but obvious swell of Dean's belly.
"How long have you been doing that?" the hunter grumbled.
"Not long. Did I wake you?" Castiel asked in an apologetic tone, hand going still over Dean's belly.
"No," Dean groaned as he wiggled onto his back to stretch, unintentionally forcing Castiel to remove his hand. When he'd completed his stretch, he put his own palms to his belly, smoothing them up and down and making a thoughtful noise.
"I'm, what?, about ten-ish weeks now?" he said. "I keep thinking I shouldn't be this big for two and a half months."
"You are basing your assumptions on a normal human woman pregnant with one child-"
"-and none of that applies to me," Dean finished. "I know. I just feel… self-conscious, I think."
"You are beautiful, Dean," Castiel assured, slipping a palm back onto Dean's belly and leaning into his boyfriend to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Dean felt his cheeks flush and mumbled a "thank you" before wiggling away and pushing himself to his feet. "We gotta pick up the cribs today. When I ordered them, they said it'd take a few days."
Castiel nodded and gracefully rose to his feet. "Sam and I can do that. You should rest. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Cas," Dean sighed, pausing in rifling through his dresser for clean clothes to aim a pleading look at the angel. "I can't stay cooped up in the bunker for the next several months. Right now, I just look like I need to lay off the pie; I'm not big enough to arouse suspicion. So while I have the chance, I'm going out. And I feel fine for now."
"That's what you said the last few mornings but a few hours after waking, you vomited," Castiel pointed out.
Dean only made a vague sound of acknowledgment before returning to his hunt for new clothes. Yeah, he still got sick at least once a day but he was still technically early in his pregnancy even if he felt big enough to be further along. But for all they knew, it would linger the whole time (he hated to think he'd spend the next several months getting sick every morning but he knew it happened) and as he toled Cas, he couldn't spend the months leading to the triplets' birth cooped up in the bunker.
"We'll need your truck," he said, gathering his bundle of clothes and moving toward the hallway, intending to go shower. "I don't think Baby's trunk is big enough for boxes that large with the weapons underneath and the backseat is probably definitely not big enough."
"Alright," Castiel agreed, gathering his own clothes and following the hunter. While he technically didn't need to shower, it was sometimes nice to share the intimate moment with Dean.
When they entered the bathroom closest to Dean's room, they left their clothes on the counter and Castiel gathered towels while Dean started the water so it would be warm when they stepped in. As soon as Dean discarded his sleep shirt, he turned sideways in front of the mirrors above the double sinks and trailed a hand down the swell of his belly. It still shocked him sometimes that he was pregnant with angel eggs but at the same time, the thought that the kids inside were Cas's made it less jarring. It filled him with warmth to imagine a baby with Cas's dark hair or striking blue eyes.
Cas's reflection joined his in the mirror, the angel bare chested. He pressed his chest to Dean's back and the hunter leaned into the warmth behind him. When Cas's arms snaked around him, he placed his hands over the angel's, letting Cas explore his changing body.
"Will we be able to feel them?" he asked quietly, curious but unwilling to break the calm atmosphere.
"No," Castiel said, his tone giving away his own disappointment. "Not in the way you're imagining. They might move a small bit inside their eggs when they're more mature which might jostle the eggs enough for you to feel some sort of sensation but you won't feel kicks or hands pressing out for more room. And I won't be able to feel anything from the outside."
"Oh," was all Dean could mumble, disappointed himself that Cas couldn't share this with him. All his boyfriend could do was watch Dean grow bigger. They couldn't share sonogram pictures of their babies or experiences their babies kicking.
Sensing his boyfriend's deteriorating mood, Castiel nuzzled into his neck and pressed kisses up his jaw to his cheek. "It's alright, Dean," he assured. "I don't need to feel them to know they're there. As I told you in the earlier weeks, I can sense their grace inside you. And I can see what they're doing to your body."
"Making me fat?" Dean grumbled.
"You are not getting fat," Castiel countered with a roll of his eyes and a sweep of his palms down and back up Dean's belly. "No matter how big you swell with our offspring, I will still find you beautiful."
Dean felt his cheeks flush again and mumbled "sap" before turning in Cas's arms, putting his belly between them, and leaning in to kiss his angel, long and slow. He felt Cas's hands move down to his hips and he melted into the touch. The kiss didn't last long before he pulled away, reminding Cas that the water was probably warm by now and they didn't want to let it get cold.
As he moved to remove his sleep pants, his hands were batted away and he gave Cas a bemused smirk as the angel undid them for him. Then he slowly crouched down onto his knees, pulling Dean's jeans and boxers with him. Once he'd gotten Dean to step out of them, he trailed his fingertips up Dean's calves, gently nudging him to widen his stance a bit, then up his thighs, sending shivers through the hunter.
"Cas," he breathed.
"You are beautiful," Castiel repeated before lightly gripping the base of Dean's cock in one hand to guide it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it as he slowly took in the full length until his nose met the underside of Dean's belly where he nuzzled lightly before slowly pulling back off only to repeat until he'd set a steady pace.
"Cas," Dean breathed as his cock responded eagerly, filling out and hardening in the wet warmth of his angel's mouth. He reached down to grip a fistful of Cas's hair though not hard enough to stop him; hell, Dean didn't want to stop him. "Shit, Cas..."
Cas hummed around his cock, whether in acknowledgement or purely because he knew what the vibrations did to Dean, the hunter wasn't sure but it still had him hardening further and trembling as sparks of pleasure raced through him. He had to reach behind himself to grip the counter's edge with his other hand, his breathing growing heavier.
"So hot," he breathed, carding his fingers through Cas's har as he smiled down at him. "Love when you get on your knees and suck me off... You got the best mouth for it."
Cas responded with a firm suck around Dean's cock and the hunter tipped his head back and groaned in response. Then he pulled off to lick at the underside, stroking his hand quickly up and down the shaft. He licked his lips as he smiled up at his hunter before taking Dean back into his mouth and repeating his earlier bobbing and sucking.
"Cas... Cas, I'm 'onna..." Dean panted, trying to warn the angel how close he was around pants for air. "Been too long; not gonna last..."
Either Cas didn't listen or didn't care; he continued sucking Dean off, bobbing his head quicker until he felt Dean coming down his throat. He easily swallowed it all down then slowly pulled off, not wanting to cause Dean discomfort by accidentally overstimulating his sensitve cock while the hunter trembled through the aftershocks.
"Holy shit," Dean breathed with a sated smile as Cas rose to his feet again. "Wasn't expecting that."
Cas smirked as he gathered his hunter into his arms. "I wanted you to see that I still find you sexually attractive no matter how large our offspring make you."
Dean snorted but it didn't hold any real heat. "Remind me again when I'm nine months in and feeling like a whale."
Cas chuckled before pressing his lips to Dean's and gently prodding his tongue into the hunter's mouth, making Dean groan when he tasted himself in his angel's mouth. When the kiss ended, Cas quickly removed his own clothing then helped Dean into the shower, the water thankfully still warm but not hot anymore.
Cas immediately arranged them so Dean was under the spray, his back to the wall and the hunter tipped his head back to wet his hair. He heard the snap of the shampoo bottle being opened then snapped shut and when he straightened again, hands were immediately in his hair, kneading into his scalp and he could feel the lather of the shampoo being worked in. He stepped closer to Cas, away from the spray.
"Cas," he groaned in appreciation, too relaxed at the angel's gentle ministrations to truly protest.
"Head back," Castiel commanded in a quiet, calm tone that Dean was as helpless to obey as if Castiel had went full Angel of the Lord and demanded in that deep, growling voice while flashing the shadows of his wings. He gently nudged Dean back toward the water to rinse.
He sighed happily and closed his eyes as Cas's fingers ran through his hair as the angel rinsed the shampoo out. When they finally retreated, Dean opened his eyes and tipped his head up again, a little confused to see Cas soaping up the washcloth; they did wash each other sometimes when showering together, enjoyed the intimacy of caring for one another, but Cas hadn't even let him reciprocate the shampooing yet.
"Cas, you don't have to- Let me do your hair first," he said, reaching for the shampoo but before he can get his hand on it, Cas batted his hand away.
"Dean," he said in that almost sigh that meant I've got something to tell you but it makes me uneasy to admit and I don't know how you'll take it and am scared you'll think badly of me. "You're my mate. And you're carrying my offspring. It's… instinct to want to care for you. Please. Let me wash you."
Dean can't say no to that tone or the almost pleading look his boyfriend gave him. So he drops his hands and nods. "Okay, Cas. If it makes you feel better, have at it. I just didn't want to be selfish," he said, switching position with Cas so he was opposite the water while the angel washed him.
Cas's smile in return was a mix of relief and affection. He raised the soapy washcloth and started at Dean's neck and shoulders, working down his arms and chest in slow, small circles. His touch became even more gentle and careful when he reached the soft swell of Dean's belly. Dean pressed his hands into his lower back and pushed his belly out slightly, welcoming the touch.
Cas washed over his belly and hips with tender touches. Then he gently tugged Dean against his chest and began to wash down his back. Once he was satisfied Dean was clean, he abandoned the cloth and set to kneading out any knots he felt in the muscles down Dean's neck, shoulders, and back. He did find a few and as he deftly worked them out, Dean leaned more heavily into him and groaned in satisfaction.
"Shit, that feels good," he murmured as tension he hadn't even noticed he was carrying melted away.
When Castiel finished, Dean was a boneless weight against his chest though the angel didn't mind. He pressed a kiss to Dean's temple then gently nudged him back toward the water to rinse away the soap. When he was satisfied Dean was clean, he reached back to turn off the water.
"Cas," Dean attempted to protest, reaching to turn it back on though Cas gently grabbed his hand to stop him.
"The water is getting cooler," he said. "You shouldn't stay under it. I am fine, Dean. I am happy to bathe you and make you feel good."
"Next time," Dean grumbled because he wasn't going to completely submit without a token protest.
"Next time," Castiel agreed with a chuckle.
Cas picked up one of the soft, fluffy towels and gently patted his hunter dry then helped him step into his boxers and jeans, frowning worriedly as he watched Dean pull the button together then zip them up.
"We should get you new pants," he said. "Those seem like they barely fit."
Dean nodded as he tugged on his t-shirt then pulled his flannel on. "We can do that while we're out," he agreed. "I have another extra errand I want to do while we're in town anyway."
"What's that?" Cas asked as he pulled on his own clothes.
"A surprise," Dean said cryptically, winking at his boyfriend. "It's for the nursery. You'll see it soon, promise."
A couple hours later, after breakfast and making plans for their errands, Cas and Dean piled into Cas's truck while Sam followed with Baby for the trip to the neighboring town. This way, Sam and Cas could do the heavy lifting and Dean could have a vehicle run his other errand with. It didn't take long to find the baby store Dean had ordered the furniture from and they found parking spots beside each other.
"You two go in and get everything," Dean said, hopping out of the truck and holding his hand out for the keys to the Impala. "I can't lift any of it anyway and I have another errand to run."
"I thought you only needed new clothes," Sam said, brow pinching in confusion as he passed Dean the keys.
"I do," Dean assured him. "But I have a surprise for the nursery I need to go get. I'll be back."
Sam nodded and they agreed to meet back there before going clothes shopping, and Dean slipped into the Impala.
"I won't be long," he called through the open window before backing out and exiting the parking lot.
He used the maps app on his phone to find the office store he'd found through Google Maps on his laptop a few days ago. They offered printing even poster size and even said they'd laminate for him. As he climbed out of the car and made his way across the parking lot, he reached his hand into his jacket pocket for the flash drive he'd sneaked out of Sam's laptop case. He'd put it back once he cleared his design out of it.
As he stepped into the air conditioned store, he glanced around, hunter's training kicking in as hey surveyed the area. For just after ten in the morning, the store was mostly empty save for the teenage boy standing behind the counter at the computer. As Dean watched, the kid pushed his black, thick-rimmed glasses up his nose.
"Um, excuse me," Dean said gruffly as he stepped up to the counter.
Immediately, the kid straightened and grinned at him. "Good morning, sir, what can I help you with?"
"Listen, uh…" Dean glanced down at the kid's nametag. "Max. I, uh… I need a poster printed."
"Sure thing!" Max chirped, clacking away at the keyboard. "What's the name you put the order in under?"
"I, uh… Didn't know I had to," Dean admitted, pulling out his flash drive. "I made it up myself. I just need you to print it.
Max frowned as he eyed the little stick in Dean's hand. "I'm not really supposed to accept orders that way. Viruses, you know? But…" he said, looking around the empty store. "My boss isn't even here and you look like you aren't tech savvy – no offense!" he quickly added.
"None taken," Dean said, a reluctant smile curling his lips up; the kid wasn't wrong.
Without another word, Max held his hand out for the flash drive. He put it into his computer and when it opened, he turned the screen for Dean to see. "Only thing on here is an image labeled 'poster'," he said. "That the one?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's it. It's, uh… for my kids' nursery," he admitted, resisting the urge to touch his belly.
"That's sweet," Max said then opened the preview, his smile growing as he looked over what Dean had put together. "You know, sir, this looks pretty good. You're better than I thought you were. And that saying is sweet."
"Thanks," Dean mumbled, scrubbing at the back of his neck.
"So, do you want it laminated or framed or both, or…?" Max asked, trailing off to let Dean answer.
"I wanted it movie poster sized and put in one of those black frames that has the white around the actual image instead of the image filling the whole frame."
Max hummed thoughtfully and clicked away at the computer a moment. "Okay, wait here a sec," he said before jogging out from behind the counter and disappearing into one of the small aisle of office supplies. When he returned, he held a large frame in his hands, exactly like Dean imagined. "How's this?"
"Perfect!" Dean agreed with a grin. This was going better than he'd thought it would.
Max laid the frame on the counter and typed at the computer. "Do you want it laminated?"
"Do I have to if it's going in the frame?" Dean asked.
"I would just in case you ever want it out of the frame. Keep it protected better than if it's just paper. Plus, it'll look glossier and clearer than just printed paper."
Dean nodded his understanding. "Okay, do that then."
"Alrighty," Max said, elongating the word as he fell into his work a moment. "Okay, one poster sized image, laminated, and framed, plus the cost of the frame… and I can have that done in about an hour. That cool?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I've got a couple other errands to run."
"Great, I'll have it ready for you!"
Dean nodded his thanks and left the store. When he got back to the baby store, Sam and Cas were loading the bed of Cas's truck with the three crib boxes. When he stepped out of the Impala, before he could say anything, Cas quickly closed the distance between the two, gently clasped Dean's cheeks between his palms, and pressed his lips to the hunter's in a passionate kiss that was just this side of publically acceptable.
"What was that for?" Dean asked with a chuckle when the angel finally broke the kiss.
"I love the cribs you've chosen and Sam explained to me what those things made of soft material in those packages are used for and I like it so far," Cas explained. "You did a great job picking out items to furnish the nursery with."
"I had this idea of painting the triplets' names on the walls above their cribs – after they're born and we can actually name them. Then I won't be pregnant anymore and can do the painting."
"I didn't know you could paint," Sam said curiously from where he'd been letting the couple have their moment.
Dean shrugged. "Never needed to except for devil's traps and other warding symbols which don't give much leeway for showing off skills."
Sam made a vague sound of agreement to that.
"I think painting the fledglings' names on the walls over their cribs is a wonderful idea," Cas praised, slipping his hand down to clasp one of Dean's.
Dean grinned proudly at the praise.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is still more to do with the nursery, lol!
I've also got a vague idea of something that I want to do later in the fic that falls under "deals with his regular life with a belly full of eggs." To me, "regular life" equates to "hunting" no matter how domestic life in the bunker can get. So… I've got something planned. ;)
And I also know what I'm doing with the part of the prompt that said Dean has to make a nest. But that doesn't come til near the end of the pregnancy.
Not sure how to fit in the bonus of Dean gaining temporary or permanent abilities of the species he's carrying but I'm trying to think of something...