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Chapter 10
Sam knocked on the motel door this time before entering. Dean was lying motionless on the bed and looked up at Sam when he came in. Sam sat on the opposite bed and stared at his brother. How exactly should he begin?
"Well, what do you want?" Dean snapped. He didn't think Sam would be back so soon. He sure wouldn't have. He would have gone to get some drinks, and made sure he was plenty drunk before he faced his brother again. But then, he wasn't Sam. Sam was always more touchy-feely and able to handle these things better then him.
Sam cleared his throat. "So you and Cass, huh?"
"Sam, please just shut up." Dean said angrily. Sam was gonna start up one of his lectures, like he always did, and he would lose Cass because he wanted to spare his brother's feelings.
Sam gave him a look. What did Dean think he was going to say? "Cass told me that you let him drive the Impala."
"You talked to him? Just now?" Dean asked, and Sam nodded.
"And what's wrong with letting him drive the car?" Dean sat up, sounding defensive.
Sam shrugged. "Nothing. It's just that you're reluctant to even let me drive the car. And you let an angel with no driving experience drive it."
"So?"
"He told me that you ate pies and listened to songs about 'darling angels' on the radio." Sam smirked. This was just so totally unlike Dean.
"You know, if you think this is funny, Sammy, you can leave. I don't need this crap, especially from you, and especially not now." Dean said angrily, looking his brother in the eye. He was done with everything. Why couldn't he put Cass above Sam? Or himself even? It was like a natural instinct to protect Sam, always about Sam. 'What would Sam think about this?' 'Maybe I shouldn't do it if Sam doesn't think it's a good idea.' Well, maybe he should push Sam aside for once, instead of everybody else. He was allowed to be happy, too, for once.
"Dean, I don't think it's funny, I just think it's weird the way you're acting. Like you're in love." Sam avoided Dean's eyes as he said this.
"And what's it to you? It doesn't concern you. Why did you even come back up here anyway? To have a laugh?" Dean said angrily, standing up. He didn't want to be laughed at for falling for the angel.
"No, I just wanted to tell you that I don't care, Dean. Do whatever you want with Cass. It's not up to me how you should live your life."
Dean frowned at him. "Did Cass do something to you? What did he tell you? "
"Well, I saw him in the Impala, and I went to talk to him. He just told me the truth, Dean. I was just shocked to see you two, I guess. But after I talked to Cass, I knew you wouldn't go further with him until I said it was okay. So I'm saying okay, that it doesn't bother me."
Dean still looked suspicious, and Sam sighed. "Damn it, Dean, he didn't do anything to me. He really likes you, you know. He said ever since he pulled you from Hell.."
"Okay, that's enough. How much did he actually tell you?" Dean flushed.
"Oh, enough." Sam smiled slyly. "About you getting drunk, and how you told him how you liked him, and you wouldn't know what you would do without him.." Sam laughed.
Dean pushed Sam off the bed onto the floor. "Shut up about that." But there was a shadow of a grin on his face.
"Now that we got that sorted out, I'm actually kind off hungry, so I'm gonna grab something to eat." Sam got to his feet, and shot a look at Dean. "Cass can come back up and you two can do whatever you were doing before I interrupted."
"No, no. If I am gonna bang Cass, you are gonna be nowhere around." Dean pulled on his boots and jacket. "I'm hungry, too, so we can all go."
"Hungry for an angel?" Sam snickered.
"Stop that, Sammy. I don't appreciate you making fun like that." Dean grabbed his duffel bag and swung it over a shoulder.
"Oh, am I hurting your feelings? You have feelings now, don't you?" Sam commented.
"What is with you, Sammy? You're acting weird." Dean pushed him again.
"Because I just find this whole situation weird, and somewhat amusing. Dean, the guy who can pick up any chick in a bar, and bangs them without a second thought, has feelings for an angel, and a male angel at that, and actually stops to think how his brother feels about it. You actually care." Sam laughed. "It's like I was zapped into an alternate dimension."
Dean pulled open the motel door, trying to act like he was annoyed at Sam, but he was honestly glad to see him, and glad to see him smile, even if it was costing him his dignity.
Castiel was standing there when Dean opened the door, dressed again. He looked questioningly at Dean. Dean nodded at him without a word, and put his arm around the angel.
"Did Sam talk to you?" Castiel said quietly.
"Yeah." Dean squeezed Castiel closer as they headed for the Impala. "And all you need to know is that you're my darling angel, Cass. You always will be."
Sam tried not to stare at his brother and his new angel boyfriend as he followed them to the car. It was just so strange, the way Dean put his arm around Cass and held him like that. Although he told Dean he had accepted it, this would take some getting used to, that was for sure.
When they reached the car, Dean handed Castiel the keys and smiled, then through his bag in the trunk. Sam stopped his mouth from falling open just in time. The only time Dean would let him drive was when he needed a break, or if Sam was really upset about something. Sam got into the backseat, still in awe as Dean leaned back in the passenger seat.
"Stop at the first diner you see, Cass." Castiel started up the Impala and started down the interstate. They pulled into Lazy Maizie's, a small joint not too far from the motel.
Sam followed Dean and Cass, feeling like a unwanted third party, as they entered the diner and found a booth.
"Pancakes." Dean said to the waitress before she even opened her mouth to ask what they wanted.
"And I will also have pancakes." Castiel smiled sweetly at the waitress.
"Just eggs and toast, please, and coffee." Sam said, still trying to get used to this new Cass and Dean.
"So, Sammy. Are you gonna tell us what happened to you?" Dean asked quietly as the waitress left.
"Well, after I left, I picked up a job at a bar. After a few days, some hunters came by. They knew what I was. They had heard rumors passing through the hunter community. And they forced me to drink a vial of demon blood. A few of their friends had gotten killed by a demon, and they wanted revenge on it. I held though, Dean. I didn't give in." Sam looked up at his brother, feeling like he had betrayed him by drinking some of that vile stuff.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault, Sam." Dean reached out for Sam's arm and squeezed it. He knew Sam felt terrible about what he had done, how he let Ruby mentor him, and how he had released Lucifer. He was angry at Sam, but he was also angry at himself for not pushing Sam to stay away from Ruby, for not helping him. "You didn't want to drink it. They made you."
"I ran after that. I fought them, got away from them, and I ran. I knew that I could never get away from it. Monsters, and hunters, they would always find me no matter where I was. That's why I wanted to come back." Sam said quietly.
"Well, you're back now, so forget about all that shit. I won't let any hunters use you, Sam." Dean felt a spark of fear. If those hunters did get Sam, and kept him hopped up on the demon juice, he would have been used as a weapon. After a while, would he even be the same Sammy anymore? He was glad Sam had called and come back, now that he knew that. From now on, he wouldn't let Sam out of his sight.
Sam smiled weakly. "Thank you. So what did you do while I was gone?"
"Well, we trapped that archangel Raphael, because Cass wanted to ask him about God. He said that God was gone, dead, disappeared, and that he would make sure that Lucifer and Michael fought, because that was God's last wishes. So I'm gonna help Cass find God."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "And how are we going to do that?"
"I have some ideas." Castiel broke in. "There are different items you can use that announce his presence. We just have to find them."
The waitress came back and put down three plates of food and a pot of coffee.
"Man, I am starving!" Dean grabbed his plate of pancakes, dumped a load of syrup on them, and began shoveling them into his mouth.
Sam noticed that Castiel watched Dean before pouring syrup on his own pancakes and eating them.
"So, I thought angels don't eat." Sam said. It was so strange to see Castiel chowing down.
"We do not need to eat, but that doesn't mean that we can't when we're in our human vessels." Castiel replied, licking syrup off the back of his fork. "I actually have grown to like the tastes and sweetness. I don't know if the other angels have tried eating, but it is a most wonderful sensation."
"Whatever." Sam smeared some butter on his toast and chomped down.
"It's on me, guys." Sam said as they walked to the counter to pay after their meal.
"Alright. We'll get the car while you pay." Dean took the keys from his pocket and Castiel trailed after him. When they got outside, and out of Sam's gaze, Castiel grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Dean dropped the keys as he tried to steady himself at Castiel's abrupt and forceful touch.
"Uh.." Sam had stepped outside after paying, but found his path blocked by the kissing couple. He raised his hand to prod Dean on the shoulder, but hesitated. Was this how it was going to be all the time? Every time he turned around, they would be interacting with each other in some way? Sam had never seen Dean act like this before.
"Cass, stop that. We're in public." Castiel's hands had wandered lower on Dean's chest toward his belt, and Dean grabbed them before they could go further.
"So?"
"Dude, you are so horny lately. What is up with that?" Dean picked his keys up, and they headed to the car. They didn't even notice that Sam was there.
"I love you, Dean."
"Yeah, but there's love, and then there's that, whatever it is." Dean gestured to Castiel, who was flushed and excited.
Sam stood stock still; should he follow them, or stay here for a while..or...he didn't know what to do.
"I want you, Dean."
"Yeah, well, you can't have me right now. Not while Sammy's around."
"But I need you!" Castiel moaned and pushed Dean against the side of the Impala forcefully and pressed his lips against Dean's again.
"What is with you? Even I'm not that bad when I see a hot chick. How can you be so frigging horny? You're coming onto me all the time." Dean pushed Castiel gently away, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but not eager to do it in the the middle of a parking lot when Sam could be out any minute.
"Well, I suppose some of it has to do with..well, it's angel mating season."
"Wait, what?" Dean was surprised. What the hell was angel mating season? He thought God created angels.
"Yes. Every fifty years, angels go into heat, as you would say. If they haven't chosen a mate yet, then they search relentlessly until they've found one. I hadn't found anyone, of course. I was convinced my angel soul mate was not out there. Sometimes it happens, it's rare, but it happens that angels don't find mates. But now I know that was because I was not looking for an angel. I was looking for you." Castiel tugged at the collar of Dean's jacket, trying to pull it off, but Dean shoved his hand away.
"So how long does this mating season last? Will you go back to normal when it's over?" If Cass was like this forever, how the hell would he be able to stand it if he couldn't take it now?
"It started after we trapped Raphael and it ends in a week. I am afraid when it's over I will not be so inclined to act like I am right now, but I will still love you." Castiel reached for Dean's belt buckle, but Dean pulled his hand away.
Dean sighed in relief. So he just had to deal with a week of love-crazy Cass, and then he would go back to normal Cass.
"Can I have you now that I told you about the mating season?" Castiel looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.
Dean looked at him skeptically. "Cass, we're in the parking lot of a diner in broad daylight, there are people everywhere." He gestured around and then spotted Sam, still standing by the diner's door, glancing nervously around, anywhere but at them.
"Oh, great." Dean muttered. He knew this was making Sam uncomfortable, not to mention himself. He waved his arm in the air to get Sam's attention and gestured him over. They had to get moving on this whole God-finding thing. He didn't have time to deal with Castiel.
"But the whole point is to mate and reproduce! This is the way we build up the ranks. I will not be able to rest until I've done so. I must reproduce. It is instinct, and I cannot stop it. I will be pulled to you every moment of every day. As it gets closer and closer to the end of the season, it's like torture. I will get worse, Dean. It's unbearable."
"Wait, reproduce?" Dean looked shocked. "How the hell would you do that? I mean, your vessel is a male, and so am I.."
"It doesn't matter. I will be able to adapt this body to my needs, to accommodate a growing child."
Dean stood in silence for a minute, contemplating this thought, and he didn't even pay attention to Cass, who was playing with his clothes again. By this time, Sam had come over, but stood a few feet away, still not wanting to get involved with anything that was going on.
Dean shook his head as he came out of his thoughts, and pulled Cass's hands off him again, shoving him into the back seat of the car. He didn't understand this right now, he would have to just deal with Castiel until next week, and hopefully he wouldn't give in. He couldn't even think about having a kid right now; it was just too much with everything that was going on.
"Sam, let's go!" Dean got into the car, and Sam reluctantly followed.
"You know, if you two need some time alone, I could crash at a different motel for a few days," Sam said awkwardly. He hadn't heard the conversation going on between his brother and the angel, but he had noticed Castiel's amorous pursuits on Dean.
"No, we're good." Dean pulled out of the parking lot. "We need to find these things that can locate God, and..."
Castiel placed his hand on Dean's neck and reached under his shirt. "Cass, I swear to God, stop. You're driving me crazy."
But Castiel kept going, and Sam looked the other way. There was definitely something going on here.
Dean stomped on the brakes, and skidded to the side of the road. His nerves were shot; he couldn't take it anymore, when he just promised himself he would wait it out. "Sam, you drive, I'll get a ride. We'll meet in the next town. And Cass, you stay here!" Dean slammed the door shut behind him, and Sam slipped into the driver's seat.
"Dean!" Castiel whined after him, and Dean mouthed, "Stay there!"
Dean rubbed his forehead as the Impala pulled away. Frigging Cass. What the hell? It was convenient for him that right after he told Dean how he felt, the mating season began. Dean wondered briefly if Castiel even loved him, or if he was just saying that to get laid. But he felt guilty for thinking that; he knew Castiel was telling the truth about how he felt. But now he finds out that the angel has to reproduce during the mating season, or he'll have to deal with this for another week? With Sam around? He wasn't sure how that would even work, what would happen to the kid? They couldn't drag a baby with them everywhere on their hunts. But then, it would be part angel, so Dean guessed it would have some powers to protect itself.
The thought of a pregnant crabby angel made Dean shudder. And what would he do if Castiel got hurt? He wasn't exactly welcome in Heaven, and it wasn't safe here. He would be watching out for Cass the whole time, and he had to watch out for Sammy, too. How could he keep tabs on both of them at all times and protect them, especially if they were in the middle of a fight?
He was reminded of how he felt when he thought Lisa's kid, Ben, was his son. It was a great feeling, for a little while at least. How would it be to have a kid for real? Raising it to be a hunter, because what else would a half angel kid do, who had a hunter and a rebellious angel as parents?
Dean sighed as he continued walking, kicking up dust as he went. Would it really be that bad? He supposed it wouldn't, to have a kid, but being in the middle of the Apocalypse with a child, always on the move, constantly hunting would be hard. He would be constantly worried about the kid. If him and Cass were fighting, how could they leave a baby by itself in a motel room? Anything could come along and take it, and then use it against them as a bribe. His life would always be like that, though, no matter what. There would always be some fight, always be someone he had to look after, and why couldn't that person be Cass and a kid? Along with Sammy, of course.
A red Mustang came roaring down the road, and Dean stuck out his finger, but it blew past. It was another ten minutes before another car came past, a rusty Toyota, and the old man driving was kind enough to pick Dean up.
Dean was forced to listen to stories about the man's time in the war, about his dead wife, and his kids who never came to see him anymore all the way to town, but he tuned much of it out as he seriously started thinking about Castiel and himself.
Sam glanced at Castiel in the mirror. He looked quite dejected, staring out the window in the backseat.
"Cass, are you alright? What exactly is going on here?" Sam glanced at the road again, then back at the mirror, but Castiel was gone.
"I do not understand Dean." Sam jumped; Castiel was sitting next to him in the front seat now.
"Who does?"
"You are his brother, certainly you must know him."
"There's always a part of people that they keep to themselves. Everybody always has a secret. But you are... ah...being very pushy, and Dean doesn't like to be pushed into anything."
"I can't control it," Castiel said. "It's not my fault."
"You can't control what?" Sam didn't understand what the angel was talking about.
"It's mating season. I need to mate, it's an instinct. I need to mate and reproduce, all angels do at this time."
"Wow. Okay, so maybe that's why Dean is freaking out." If there was one sore point with Dean, it was kids. Sam knew Dean never wanted kids, never wanted to bring them up in this life. But it would be half angel. Surely it could protect itself? But how the hell would that even happen, anyway? How was it possible? "But, Cass, if you have a male vessel, and Dean's a male...how does that even happen?"
"My body will adapt to allow the child to grow inside me. And I will not be out of commission for long, if that is what you are worrying about. The gestation periods of humans and angels are not the same. For angels it is about three months, they develop quickly. In a normal situation, once the child is born, it is taken to heaven to be raised along with the others in the nursery by the maternity angels. I'm not sure if this child will be accepted by Heaven, however, since it is half human. I would guess not."
"I don't know if Dean would like that...the kid being taken away from its parents." The idea did seem fine to him, the baby angels being raised safely out of harm's way, but Dean was a stickler for families being together. If he did father a child, would he be able to just let it go? And that was just for angels. Their job was to reproduce, then release the child. How would it even work with a human and an angel?
Castiel sighed. "I miss Dean."
Sam ignored him. "Has an angel ever mated with a human before?"
"Not that I know of, not like me. All of the other angels find angel mates for life. Every fifty years, it is their job to produce another child of the Lord to replenish the ranks. But I am different. I searched, but I did not find that mate. Until Dean. I knew as soon as I touched him."
"So you don't think Heaven would except a half-angel child? How does that work, do they just get zapped to Heaven?"
Castiel looked thoughtful for a moment. "I do know, on occasion, that the parents are allowed to raise the child, and teach him the ways of the Lord. I'm sure that a half angel child would have significantly reduced powers, so I don't know if Heaven would be able to sense it."
"So there is a possibility that the child would have to stay with you and Dean?"
"Yes, there is a high chance, but I would not be completely sure until it if born."
All of this hit Sam so suddenly, he lost his breath for a moment. An angel was lusting after his brother, and they might have a mutant half angel , half human child together that they might have to raise in between hunts and the Apocalypse. He was talking to Castiel about angel mating habits and children.
"When do you think we'll reach town? Do you think it'll take long for Dean to get there?" Castiel said, wanting to see Dean again. His pull was getting worse, he couldn't bear to be away from Dean.
"I don't know, Cass." Sam said. "Is it possible not to mate? To just, kind of hold all those feelings in?"
"It is nearly impossible if you have found the perfect mate. You are pulled toward your mate, and it gets worse as the mating season gets closer and closer to its ends. I don't know if I can stop it. Usually, with the angels, it happens quickly, because they have no reserves. It is their job, and they do it. But Dean is proving difficult, and it's frustrating me."
"Great. And you can probably find Dean wherever he is, can't you? Because of this connection thing between you?"
"Yes, I can sense him right now. But I think he would be angry if I go to him. I don't want him to be mad, but I can't stop." Castiel took a deep breath. "I wish we had more time before the mating season, maybe then he would be more accepting. I wish I didn't have to do this, but I can't stop myself. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to control myself."
"Alright, we'll figure this out somehow." But Sam wasn't so sure that they could figure this out. He had never dealt with anything like this before, and he had to admit that love was a powerful thing. If Castiel couldn't stop himself from jumping Dean every time he set eyes upon him, how could Sam stop him? And Cass said it would only get worse as time wore on. This was indeed a challenge.
Dean thanked the old man for the ride before getting out of the car. He really didn't want to meet up with Cass and Sam yet. It was nice to be alone for a little while. He glanced around, looking for a bar. He really needed a drink right now. He realized he hadn't had a drink since he had been with Cass to the bar the night before they trapped Raphael. Well, he was going to get one now. He spotted a neon sign flashing 'Beer' across the street, and he headed straight for it. He breathed in the familiar smell as he entered the small pub and took a seat at the counter. He took a few shots and was beginning to feel light-headed when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey." It was Sam. Dean wasn't that surprised to see him. He took a seat beside his brother and raised a finger at the bartender to indicate he needed a drink.
"How did you know I was here?" Dean asked, chugging some more beer.
"Seriously, Dean?" Sam raised his eyebrows. "Where do you always go when you can't take it anymore?"
"You know me too well, Sammy."
Sam smiled. Sometimes he felt like he didn't know his brother well enough.
"Where's Cass? Is he around?" Dean asked casually. He didn't want to be on the alert for groping angel hands while he was enjoying a drink.
"I left him at a motel. I kind of feel bad for him. I mean, he really can't control this, Dean, but I can tell he's trying. It's just animal instinct. And you're just the poor sap that got caught up in it."
"Yeah, aren't I always the poor sap?" Dean said sarcastically. "I wonder how it would feel not to be a sap for once."
"I don't know if we can stop this, Dean. I was talking to Cass, he was telling me everything about the mating season.."
"God, Sam, I really don't want to talk to you about this, it's just so wrong!" Dean said loudly, disgusted.
A couple of people looked around as he raised his voice, and Sam shushed him.
"Why, Sam? You don't want people to know I've got an angel who wants me?" Dean stood. "Hey, everyone, there's an angel who wants to bang me good! And I don't want it."
Some of the people in the bar sniggered quietly.
"Dean!" Sam shook his head.
"What, they don't care. They don't even know what we're talking about."
"Dean, just shut up. You're drunk."
"Of course I am! And I wish I was drunker."
"Hey," A grubby man who was on his way out said to Dean. "If you don't want your angel, there are plenty of other people who would love to..."
Dean gave the man a swift right hook, and he fell to the floor unconscious. "No, don't even think about about it. He's my angel. No one bangs him but me."
"Okay, you know what, let's go." Sam grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him out of the bar before the other man could get up. "We have to figure this out."
"You know, I don't want to talk about it. How about we just leave and go hunting?" Dean pulled out of Sam's grasp and began walking. The thought of just leaving Castiel here was tempting. Just leave and go kill some evil demon bastards.
"You can't run away from this, Dean. Not like how you left all those other women. Cass is an angel. He'll find you no matter where you go." Sam tried to reason with him, make him see sense. He had to stop running away when things got to be too much. He had to stand and deal with it.
"Sam, what am I supposed to do?" Dean suddenly looked scared. "How can I have a kid? Even if it is a half-angel, how can I watch out for all three of you, Sam? You, Cass, and the kid."
"I can take care of myself, Dean. Don't worry about me."
"No, you can't! Look what happened! You went around with Ruby when I was in Hell. You opened the door and started the frigging Apocalypse, and those hunters almost got you! You're my responsibility. I have to watch out for you, you're my little brother." Dean grabbed onto Sam as he stumbled. Maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer.
"Fine. I don't want to argue with you. But Cass will be here, and so will I, so the kid will be protected, if he doesn't get taken to Heaven." It frustrated Sam that Dean was so protective of him all the time, like he was a little kid. Sam wanted Dean to let him help him, for once. Although it did warm his heart to hear those words coming from his brother, no matter how much it frustrated him.
"What do you mean taken to Heaven?" Dean stopped. Castiel didn't say anything about that before.
Sam hesitated before speaking. This was the part he was afraid that Dean would have the most trouble excepting. "Cass said that when the children of the angels are born, they are taken to Heaven to be raised in the nursery there. But we aren't sure if Heaven would sense yours, since it'll only be half angel. So there is a pretty good chance it would stay here with you." "And why didn't Cass tell me any of this? Why did he tell my frigging brother?" Dean said angrily. "I'm the one who's gonna have to deal with it."
"Maybe because he feels more comfortable talking to me, I don't know." Sam continued walking.
"Yeah, because you've always been a sissy chick flick guy. You'll always talk about feelings." Dean snapped.
"Damn it, Dean! I'm trying to help you, and you're insulting me! Will you put down the defensive wall and let someone else help you for once? I want to help!" Sam almost hit Dean then. Why couldn't he let someone else help him? Why did he punish himself like this? Why did he think that he had to do everything alone?
"So, what are the options?" Dean said. "How can you help? The kid stays here. or gets taken to Heaven. You know how I am about family, Sammy. I can't do this if the kid's gonna be taken away."
"I don't know if there's a way to avoid this, though." Sam had thought about it, and wasn't sure if there was even a spell that could help."Maybe you can trap him like you did with Raphael?"
"I don't want to do that." He thought of Cass trapped in a ring of holy fire alone in some abandoned building for a week, pacing back and forth, going crazy without him. "I can't do that to him."
"What if we put up warding symbols on a motel room, and you can stay in there until the week is over?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, but we don't know how crazy Castiel is gonna get. I don't wanna be explaining angels to the motel owner when Cass blows it up to get at me."
"Well, I don't know what else to do, then."
"Damn." Dean said quietly. Would it have been better if he let Cass suffer with his feelings instead of telling him how he felt, kissing him, egging him on? Would it have mattered, or would Cass still have come after him because he felt that connection? "Right now, I kind of wish Cass had never said anything to me, and I would never know about how he felt. Maybe it would have been better that way."
Sam sighed. He was honestly glad that this wasn't happening to him. Although, if it was, he certainly wouldn't run from it. After all, he was better at relationships then Dean; he was planning on marrying Jess after all, and maybe having kids some day. "Why don't you just do it? If you can't avoid it, just get it over with."
Dean stared at Sam. "You're actually telling me to do it with an angel, and conceive a child. I can't believe this, Sam. Is that what you would do?"
"Well, I guess if I loved him, it wouldn't matter to me. But I don't know. I'm just glad I'm not in your situation."
Dean was quiet. was that really the only option, to give in? He had never just given in, but it seemed like there was no solution here. He and Cass would still be together, and the kid, if it was taken after it was born, maybe he wouldn't have a chance to get so attached to it. But he wasn't so sure. He would always wonder about it, what it was doing. But Sam had said there was a good chance it would not be taken to Heaven. What the Hell was he supposed to do?
Dean rubbed his temple, thinking while Sam stood next to him, waiting."Fine."
"Really?" Sam looked surprised as he stared at Dean. He couldn't believe his brother had given in. He had expected more of a fight, or for him to refuse and try to run from Castiel.
"Like you said, what the hell else can I do, Sammy?" Dean looked at his brother, and Sam felt a twinge of pity; Dean looked like some stray puppy, lost and scared.
So, Dean has given in, finally. Cass'll be happy. Hope I explained angel mating season good enough, and everyone understands that Dean can not avoid this. Review!