"I think I'm going to go talk with Dean." Sam said as he stood up from the couch.

"Sam, Dean's not talking."

"He is my brother. I've been looking up to him since I was four. I know him better than anyone. I can get him to talk." He walked out of the room and up the stairs. Immediately, Sam knew something was wrong when he got to the doorway of Cas and Dean's room. It was as if someone was crying. Sam quietly stepped into the room.

Dean sitting up in the bed with his head in his hands. "Dean?"

Dean head shot up. His eyes were bloody shot and teary. He instantly tried to wipe his face of the tears and act like Sam didn't see what was going down. "Hey, Sam. Um…I was just about to head downstairs. I was just tired for walking around Lowes. I'm fi—"

"Dean, stop. You look miserable. You're a wreck. What's going on?" Sam said with all seriousness.

"Sam…"

"NO, Dean, you're not bottling it up this time. Tell me what's going on."

Dan just stared at Sam. "It's…nothing, Sam."

"Don't give me that bullshit. I just saw you balling your eyes out. I'm gonna guess two things. 1) This has happen many times before. 2) It's about the incident." Dean nodded and looking down at his baby bump. "Let me help you, man. What happened?"

"I had a panic attack that started in Lowe's. The guy got in my face and I freaked. I got in the car and tried to calm down and the came up here and fell asleep, but when I woke up and got into a paralyzing panic attack and this happened." Dean lifted the sheet to reveal his soaked sweatpants and bed sheet. "I woke up with a full bladder and the baby pressed down on it and it brought back memories of the attack and I panicked and it just happened." Dean choked on his words.

"It's ok, Dean. It happened. Especially when you're 7 months pregnant." Sam said as he helped Dean out of bed. "Let's get you in the shower and I'll change the sheets."

"Sam?" Dean mumbled before he head to the bathroom with his new clothes.

"Yeah?"

"Can you not mention this to Cas? I don't want him to worry about me."

"Dean, how many times do you have these panic attacks?" Dean just stared at Sam. "I'm guessing you have them a lot."

Dean nodded. "Can you just pleased not tell Cas?"

"Why?"

"I don't want him to pity me."

"Why would he pity you?"

"'Cause I have panic attacks, pissed myself, can't even fight back to some asshole at the store, I'm fragile."

"You're not fragile, Dean. You were raped and tortured. We all know that it's going to be a while before you fully recover and maybe longer than normal because you are pregnant."

"Can you please just not tell Cas, Sam? Please?"

Sam sighed. "Fine, go get in the shower. I got the sheets."

"Thank you, I'm gonna tell him, but not right now."

Sam nodded and watched Dean head into the bathroom and shut the door. At least Sam knew Dean was still broken. Sam striped the bed of the soaked sheets and laid them beside the bed and flipped the mattress and put new sheet on the bed by the time Dean the time Dean got out of the shower.

"I got the bed remade. Just need to take the sheet downstairs to wash them. Wanna go out with Cas for a dinner date or something?"

Dean nodded. He was about to walk out of the room when he turned around and walked voer to Sam and pulled him into a hug. Sam was stunned for a moment before wrapping his brother in the embrace. "I'm gonna get better, right?" Dean asked when he pulled away.

"Definitely, but there will be a few dents in your armor, but hey, it's not like wasn't any before." Sam smirked.

"Thanks, Sammy. Really."

"It's nothing, Dean."

Dean walked down the stairs. He walked into the living room where Cas and Gabe were talking. "Look he lives." Gabe remarked.

"Cas, you wanna go out for dinner?"

"Are you ok?" Cas responded quickly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little pissed off by that asshole."

"Alright, Gabe, you and Sam wanna join us?" Cas turned around to look at Gabe. Dean stood behind Cas and shook his head rapidly mouthing "NO."

"Nah. I think Sam and I will grab something a little late. You guys should have some alone time."

Dean smiled and Cas nodded his head. "Let's go then." Dean said walking towards the door.

"Wait, let me grab my jacket. I think I hung it up in the laundry room." Cas said retreating across the house.

"Wait, wait, Cas, Don't…"

"Dean, why is Sam in the laundry room washing our bed sheets and some of your clothes?" Cas asked as Dean entered the room.

"He offered."

"What are you hiding from me, Dean?"

"I'm just going to head home. Come on, Gabe." Sam dashed out of the house grabbing Gabe's arm.

Once Cas heard the door shut he glared at Dean. "What aren't you telling me, Dean? Why was Sam doing laundry?"

Dean sighed and looked down at his belly because he couldn't look at the ground. "I peed the fucking bed."

"I'm sorry, baby. It happens." Cas walked over to Dean.

"No." Dean pushed Cas away. "You don't understand. She pressed up against my bladder when I was laying in bed and I had a panic attack and couldn't move and it just happened. I had a panic attack that started in Lowe's. The guy got in my face and I freaked. I got in the car and tried to calm down. I was still freaking out a bit when we got home so I went upstairs. Cas, I'm broken, like really broken. I have panic attacks almost every day, some worse than others. I freak out when she kicks or when I wake up and you aren't there. I used to hunt monsters and now I get freaked out when a dickface asshole get too close to me or you." Dean slid down to the floor as tears fell down his cheeks.

Cas fell the ground and pulled Dean to his chest as best as he could his Dean's bump. "Shhh, baby. It's ok. I'm here for you, always. I'm never going to leave you. It's ok to be scared. What you went through was terrifying, but this baby girl is yours and mine, not yours and Crowley's bitch's. You're not broken you are healing. There's a difference."

"But, Cas, I don't deserve you. I'm so –"

"Dean Winchester, don't you dare say that you are fragile. Don't you EVER think that you don't deserve me. I love you more than anything. Don't ever think otherwise."

Dean looked up at his boyfriend. Cas bent down and kissed Dean on his chapped lips.

"I know we haven't been able to really have sex but I don't mind going slow. Take all the time in the world."

"I just can't right now, Cas."

"That's fine with me. I don't care if we never have sex again. I don't need it to still be in complete and total love with you." Cas smiled.

Dean reached up and kissed Cas and Cas returned the kiss. "I love you, Castiel."

"I know."

A/N: Hey guys! :) Just wanted to make a little update. I feel like this story will be coming to a end shortly :(

I also wanted to ask for y'alls opinion, if you haven't already read (you should) my short story (Are You Lonesome Tonight?), i wanted to make it a series and each story be a different theme from an Elvis song (Love me Tender, Can't Help Falling in Love, Jailhouse Rock, Hound Dog, etc, etc...)

What do you guys think?
Please give me y'alls opinions :)