I'm sorry I took so long but I hope the length will make up for that. Please read the warnings, things get a little dark in this final part
Warnings: Warden Castiel, Prisoner Dean, Alternate Universe - Prison, Bottom Castiel, Rimming, Rough Sex, Spanking, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Slurs, Light Dom/sub, Submissive Castiel, Dominant Dean, Barebacking, Bottoming from the Top, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Frottage, Torture, Suicide, Character Death (not Dean or Cas), Mpreg, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink
After Dean left him again, Castiel had to take some time off. He called into work feigning sickness and took a week off. He told them he would answer any questions the FBI had but other than calls from them, he did not want to be disturbed. Castiel spent the week feeling utterly sorry for himself. He didn't eat, he barely slept and instead chose to spend the time wallowing in self-pity wondering what might have been had Dean stayed.
It took him a week but he pulled himself together enough to head back into work. His co-workers asked after him wondering what was wrong but he waved them off, replying he was fine and just needed some time away after the shit-storm that was Dean Winchester. No one knew the truth and he wanted it to stay that way.
The Warden buried himself in his work to stay any and all thoughts of the escaped inmate. Balthazar fussed over him, begged him to look after himself but once Castiel snapped at him, told him he was a grown man and could look after himself just fine, his Head Guard left him alone.
Three weeks passed before things went downhill. He got sick - really sick. He grew weary from the most basic of tasks and never seemed to regain any energy. Food never stayed down long enough to process leaving him weak and miserable. At first he believed it to be a virus that he'd caught after not looking after himself but when a week passed without improvement, he sought out professional opinion.
As he sat in the waiting room for his doctor to call him, he felt a pit of anxiety swirl around. He hated going to the doctor for fear that they would find something horribly wrong with him, now when there was something wrong with him, he feared the doctor would be judgemental of how he presented himself.
Castiel had lost a lot of weight, even before he couldn't keep anything down, his beard had grown out to the point where laziness was no longer an excuse, and the clothes he was dressed in were the same ones he had worn the day before. As another wave of nausea spiked through him, he couldn't care less what his doctor thought, and ran to the bathroom where he promptly vomited nothing but vial.
Once he had cleaned up a bit, Castiel emerged from the bathroom, dodging the stares of the other patrons to find his doctor stood there, clearly searching for him.
"Ah, there you are Castiel. Please come in," Doctor Barnes greeted as she gestured behind her to the door of her office. "It's been a while," she scolded playfully.
Castiel gave her a tired smile as he moved past her and into the small room. He took a seat on the bed once he was inside and watched as she closed the door. Doctor Barnes had been Castiel's doctor for nearly 10 years. She was unconventional in her interactions but Castiel trusted her, even if she did flirt with him every time he came in.
"So," she began as she pulled her chair out and took a seat in front of her computer, his file already on the screen, "What's the problem? You're not due for a check-up for another few months but judging by just looking at you, something is clearly wrong." She eyed him up and down wearily as if trying to get the answer just by looking at him.
Castiel pushed a hand through his hair before he told her about his deteriorating health over the past couple of weeks. Once he had finished, he looked at his doctor for answers.
"Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were pregnant." Castiel stared at her in disbelief. He knew it was possible for some men to get pregnant but it was such a rare occurrence that he had never bothered to get himself checked out.
There had only ever been a handful of men that had come through his prison that had been able to carry children but under the government, birth control was given to them via injection so no one could fall pregnant while they were incarcerated.
"Back pain, headaches, cramps," she listed, "they're all common symptoms for pregnancy. We will obviously have to do a blood test to be positive but that's the likely outcome."
Castiel sat in a daze, completely compliant as Doctor Barnes took his blood. She told him it would take a couple of days for the results to come in and she would call him back in to deliver the results personally. She gave him a prescription for some vitamins as well as anti-nausea pills for him to fill on his way out but he barely registered what he was doing until he was sat in his car, filled prescription sat in the passenger seat beside him, a bunch of pamphlets on male pregnancy clutched in his hands.
Castiel sat staring down at the brochures before he opened them and read the information. Half an hour later, he had read every single one and he had a small smile on his face. Even if it wasn't planned, Dean wasn't around, and he was in a stressful point in his life, Castiel was actually excited about having a child. Tentatively, he pressed his hand to his belly through his shirt knowing that he was growing a life in there and even though it would be a while before he showed, it still brought a comforting smile to his face – the first in weeks.
On his way home, Castiel stopped at the supermarket to pick up some actual food. He wandered around for a few minutes before the mixture of aromas became too much and his nausea set in once again. He ditched his basket where he stood and ran to the bathroom as fast as he could. Once he finally felt better, he returned to where he left his basket, thankful that it was still there, and quickly finished his shopping.
When he finally got home he was exhausted. He put all the food he had bought away, throwing out all the bad food in the process before he went to lay down. When he got into the hallway however, he had a change of mind. He wandered down past his own bedroom and into the guest bedroom that was just beyond the bathroom. The door was open, as it always was, and as he stood in the doorway, he tried to imagine turning the room into a nursery. Castiel thought of all the things he wanted for his child and as he looked around the room, he couldn't help but feel the room wasn't right, that the house itself wasn't where he wanted to start a family. All his life, when he had pictured his family, it was in a place where they could play in the backyard, socialise with the neighbours. It may have been cheesy, but it was what he wanted.
With a sigh, Castiel turned away from the room and made his way to his own. He stepped into the ensuite where he started the shower and stripped down. As he observed himself in the mirror, he realised just how bad he had let himself go. His ribs were starting to show, his hair was even more of a shaggy mess than usual, and his beard was more than basic peach fuzz. As he stared himself down, he vowed then to look after himself better, for him and for his child.
After his shower, he felt refreshed. He shaved and dressed before he lay down. He set his phone for an hour and told himself he would get up, cook a meal, and then go back to sleep. In the morning he would get a haircut before he went back to work.
The next day he did just that. The pills worked to ease his nausea somewhat, although he was grateful for the restroom being nearby to his office, due to his constant trips. However, as he sat in his office, he couldn't help the feeling that had overwhelmed him last night that this wasn't what he wanted.
He had been forced into the job by his father who had been his predecessor. As soon as Castiel had finished high school, his father set him up with a job as a guard. When he had died, Castiel was named Warden. Castiel had always had higher hopes for himself, he had dreams of college while he was young, but whatever his father said went. Castiel never had the guts to rebel like his brother Gabriel who had left at eighteen and Castiel had never seen him since.
However with the fact that he was now pregnant and his father was long since dead, he found that he no longer cared what his father thought of him. It was the first time in a long time that he had the courage to actually do something with his life that didn't involve having to pretend he actually liked his job. He wanted to find something he wanted to do, something that made him want to get out of bed in the morning, something that would make his children proud, and what he was doing didn't fit. He wanted an out and now he had it.
Not wanting to make any rash decisions, Castiel gave himself time to think it over.
The next day, he went to his appointment with Dr. Barnes and she confirmed what he already knew – he was pregnant. She organised for him to come back next month for a check-up along with a recommendation on his diet. When he left, he was smiling more than the previous day and not even the most aggravating inmate wiped it off his face.
When Balthazar asked him what was going on he simply waved him off, told him he was just having a good day and that nothing was different. He was eyed wearily but Balthazar just walked out the room telling him to keep doing whatever he was doing.
Each night when he got home, he would cook himself a healthy meal as he sat down on the couch and looked through the real estate advertisements in the paper as well as online. He looked both in town and out of state but nothing appealed to him. He kept clicking through various websites before a pop-up came for a dating website. It wasn't the ad that surprised him but the person in the ad himself. He was older of course but the eyes were the same, his face turned in a mischievous smile that had taunted him after pranks at his expense his entire childhood. It was none other than his brother Gabriel who was apparently the master-mind behind the entire website.
On further inspection – by clicking on the website ad – Castiel found that there was an email written down to actually contact the man behind the website. Castiel hesitated for a moment knowing that it would be completely strange to contact his brother after so many years simply because, out of chance, his ad popped up on his screen. However, Castiel had always been a firm believer in things happening for a reason. With that thought in mind, he opened up a new email.
He sat staring at the blank window for nigh on an hour, typing out something before he erased it thinking it was stupid. In the end he settled on something sincere.
Gabriel,
I don't know if you will actually read this or if it will simply be sent to a spam filter but I hope this does reach you. It has been a great number of years since I have seen or spoken with you but by chance, your ad for this website popped up on my computer. I am glad to see you are using your charm to help others find the love of their life and I hope by me reaching out to you, you might want to re-connect. As I read back on that it sounds like I am an older lover that wants you back. I can reassure you, that is definitely not the case.
I know I didn't look for you or try to contact you but I was angry at you for a very long time. You left me alone to deal with Father and left me to take your place in the Prison that we both despised. However, as time as passed I am no longer angry but am saddened to think that I let such a stupid thing stop me from reaching out to you.
Gabriel, I hope that you do not hold any ill-will towards me for not finding you sooner but if by some chance you actually read this, please get in contact with me. I want my big brother back – even if he is still pulling stupid pranks.
Your brother,
Castiel
With the email sent, his phone number at the bottom, Castiel closed his laptop and set it aside. After washing up the dishes from dinner and packing the leftovers up to take to work the following day, Castiel headed to bed anxious as to whether he would hear a reply.
It took a week, but he heard back from him. His phone rang while he was at work and at first he ignored it due to the fact it was an unknown number. But upon remembering that he had given his phone number out in the email, Castiel quickly answered his phone.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively.
"Little bro? It's me, Gabriel!" he announced as loud as ever. A smile, ten miles wide broke out on his face because although his voice was a little deeper than he remembered, it was still the same old Gabriel.
"You have no idea how glad I am to hear from you."
"Yeah well, it's been a while hasn't it? From your email I'm assuming you're still in the business?"
Castiel nodded before he answered, "Yes I am but I am suddenly having second thoughts."
He could hear Gabriel's smile through the phone as he replied, "About damned time you stop letting that douche ruin your life. So when you coming out to see me?"
"See you? Where do you live exactly?" Castiel asked. He was all up for seeing his brother but if he was too far, he would probably need to have time off again, which he didn't have a lot left of.
"At the moment I'm in a little town that you've probably never heard of in South Dakota. I have plenty of space for you to come out and stay with me for a few days. We can make a weekend of it? I'll even pay for your flights."
Castiel thought over the proposition for a few minutes before he finally gave an answer, "That actually sounds really great. Uhm I'll have to organise leave but I'm sure I can get away next weekend if you are free?"
Gabriel chuckled down the phone, "Dude I'm always free. Internet dating really rakes in the dollars. I'll organise it all and email you your confirmation ticket."
"Thank you, Gabriel."
"You're welcome little bro. It's great to hear from you. I honestly didn't think we'd ever make contact again."
Castiel smiled at his brother's sincerity before he replied, "Neither did I. I'm glad you called me. I could really do with my family right about now."
"What do you mean by that? Has something happened?" his brother asked, his over-protective side coming out. Not wanting to deliver the news over the phone, Castiel simply replied that he would tell him everything when they saw each other again the following weekend.
After they said their goodbyes, Castiel hung up and went about his day. He organised his leave for the following weekend telling Balthazar that he would be on the next flight home if anything went wrong but he knew full well that nothing would now that their biggest trouble maker was nowhere to be found. Ever since Dean had left, Castiel found that he no longer had to deal with fights breaking out in the cafeteria nearly as often. Of course, there were always trouble makers but none that matched Dean. He knew leaving for the weekend would not be too much of a hassle as Balthazar could more than handle himself.
When the time finally came, Castiel had his bags packed and was on his designated flight off to South Dakota. He was a little hesitant as he flew as his nausea had settled down somewhat but the flight made him feel a little queasier than he usually did. Once he was on solid ground, he made his way to bag claim where he was met by his brother. They embraced in a hug that lasted a lot longer than any hug that they had ever shared previously but after the time they had spent apart, it was long overdue.
With happy smiles on their faces, they made their way to Gabriel's car which was a red sports car convertible that looked utterly impractical but Castiel had to admit it was rather good to look at. It was fast, and Castiel was pretty sure Gabriel broke every traffic law possible as they made their way to his brother's house. When they finally parked up in front of a modest two story home, Castiel's hair was windblown and shaking a little.
"Jesus, Gabriel. Have you never heard of obeying the speed limit?" He scolded.
"Oh lighten up, bro," Gabriel retorted as he climbed out of the car, not even bothering to open the door. He retrieved Castiel's bag from him from the back seat and started his way up the path to his two-storey home while Castiel trailed behind.
They hadn't spoken much on the drive simply because Gabriel had blasted his music the entire time but now that they had some peace, Castiel felt a pit of worry come over him. He wondered how he would actually tell Gabriel about his condition and how he exactly got into his current predicament. He knew Gabriel to always be a little left wing with his views with an easy going attitude which gave Castiel a little hope that his brother wouldn't be too judgemental.
Gabriel guided them both into the house which was very modernised. Everything looked to be from a magazine as they walked around the house. Castiel followed his brother as they walked through the living room to the kitchen where Gabriel pulled out a couple of bottles of water for them from the fridge. Castiel let out a sigh of relief that it was only water and not something stronger. He would have the conversation with his brother but he wanted just a little bit of time before it happened.
After taking a sip, Castiel spoke, "Nice place you've got here."
"Yeah, the internet dating business is booming. Figured I'd reap the rewards," Gabriel grinned. "Trust me Cassie, there are so many desperate people out there looking for love it's not hard to take advantage. And hey, at my track record shows that I am actually helping them out. 90% success rate isn't too shabby."
Castiel scowled at the nickname that Gabriel had insisted on calling him ever since they were little. He had protested it since the first time Gabriel had called him it but Gabriel being Gabriel, had seen Castiel's discomfort and decided that he would never let up on the nickname. He had grown used to it over the years and by the time Balthazar started calling him it, he had eventually given up on correcting him. But with the instigator of the nickname in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Well," Castiel said, "It's nice to see you're doing well for yourself. I always wondered but I never could get myself to actually reach out and find out." He looked down at the bottle in his hands ashamed that he hadn't actually made more of an effort.
"Hey, don't worry about it. We're in touch now so let's stop reminiscing about how Dad broke us apart and how we have a lot to catch up on." Gabriel grinned over at Castiel and he couldn't help but smile back, glad that Gabriel was willing to let it go.
They relocated to the living room and settled down in the leather couch to catch up a little. Gabriel told Castiel all about how he had moved around a lot after he had left home as he didn't want their father to find out where he was and force him to come home. If he had the means, Gabriel would have left the country but when he left home, he had nothing. Castiel felt guilty all over again that he hadn't looked for him but Gabriel was quick to tell him how he had loved it. He had no responsibilities, he could leave whenever he wanted to and he had met a lot of people along the way that had taught him a lot. He had told Castiel that on his journey he had learnt that the people with the least to give were by far the most generous was definitely true. He had made ends meet by working odd jobs where he could find them but he had never stayed in one place long enough to actually climb the employment ladder.
Eventually, he had come to South Dakota and had stayed in town. He realised that their father hadn't given a toss that he had left and decided it was finally time to settle down and make a life for himself. It was as he was on the internet one day in the public library that he saw ads for a dating site. He had clicked on the link and looked through the site and realised that he could do a way better job and have a bigger success rate. It had taken some time but Gabriel had found an IT guru named Ash at a local bar and together they made the website.
It had taken a while but due to Ash's intense skills, their dating site soon took off and people were signing up and taking each other out on dates. Gabriel's first success had come a month after the site had launched when he got an email that a couple had married and apparently had stayed together.
Castiel couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips as he watched Gabriel talk of his success. It was clear that his brother was proud of what he had achieved and Castiel was proud of him too. He had done his own thing and had become a success. Castiel wished that he had done the same and followed his brother but if he had, he wouldn't have met Dean and he wouldn't have the life that was growing inside of him.
When the topic turned Castiel and what he had been doing with his life, Castiel swallowed hard. He knew the conversation would eventually be about him he just hoped it would be a later in the weekend. Preferably right before he was to leave so he could tell his brother and get on his flight so he didn't have to see the disapproving glare. As he looked up at his brother's friendly gaze, he hoped that they wouldn't turn nasty as he told him the whole story – something he had never told anyone else.
He started from the beginning telling him how their father had forced him into getting a job as a guard as soon as he left high school. Castiel had dreams of college, Gabriel knew that and so did their father. It was as if seeing Gabriel had left, their father wanted to make sure Castiel would never do the same and forced him to have as little exposure to the outside world as possible. By giving him a job at the prison, he assured that Castiel would have little contact with the outside world and would also be under his watchful eye.
When the topic changed to how their father had passed, there was little sorrow in Gabriel's eyes but there was a small hint sympathy that he hadn't been there. Even though they had their differences, Castiel had hurt at his father's death as he was the only parent Castiel had known, their mother dying giving birth. Castiel told his brother how he had organised the funeral and had their father buried next to their mother like they had wanted.
"He put in his will that I was to be named his successor. It pissed off a lot of the senior guards but they soon came around when they realised I wasn't going to a pushover like Father had made me out to be. Soon enough I was in the swing of things and a lot of the prisoners learned to fear coming to my office," Castiel said as his thoughts turned to Dean and how he had been the complete opposite. "Gabriel, there's something I'm going to tell you. I completely understand if you are disgusted with me and if you want me to, I will leave but I'm going to tell you anyway." He watched as Gabriel's face contorted in confusion but he nodded anyway, motioning with his hand for Castiel to continue.
"There was this prisoner. He was brought in on two back-to-back life sentences and, as with all the other lifers, I brought him into my office and showed him what it was like in my prison. I sent him to the hole basically for doing nothing wrong. Sure it is abuse of my power but I needed to show my dominance over them because if you look at me, I'm not exactly menacing compared to a lot of the people that come in." Gabriel chuckled at him which had Castiel smiling before he continued.
"After he finished his stint, I brought him back in to see if it had worked but when a prisoner would normally do whatever I asked after being in the hole, this guy was the complete opposite. He still wouldn't conform so I ordered another week in the hole. He didn't agree with it and he punched me in the face."
"He did what? Jesus, Cassie, you need to get those guards to be in the office with you! You can't be on your own in there with murderers and rapists! What if one of them tried to kill you?"
"Gabriel I can assure you I can handle myself with them. I did it long enough as a guard I just under-estimated the will of this inmate," Castiel reassured. Although it was nice to have his brother being over-protective once again, it was unnecessary. Gabriel scoffed at him which Castiel elected to ignore and continue with his story.
"He was in the hole for two weeks for that and when he returned after that, once again he wasn't having any of my shit. He called me out on it and he actually…he may have-he uhm…"
"Well out with it Castiel. What did he do?" Castiel's cheeks heated and he could feel the tips of his ears blushing too as he tried to figure out how to say it. "Oh my God," Gabriel gasped, "Did he-did this asshole rape you?" he whispered so quietly Castiel had to strain to hear him.
Castiel recoiled at the words when he registered what his brother had said. He couldn't believe that Gabriel had formed the conclusion that what Dean had done was forced himself on Castiel but with the fact that he was a prisoner Castiel can't deny that it would be an obvious conclusion.
"Nothing Dean did was non-consensual." Castiel said defiantly.
"Jesus Christ Cassie. You fucked a prisoner? Holy shit! Imagine if Dad knew!" Gabriel was completely gobsmacked at Castiel's confession before he broke out into laughter. "I would have never actually guessed you of all people would have sex with an inmate," he gasped through his laughter. Castiel stared with narrowed eyes at his brother. Even though he was happy that Gabriel wasn't angry at him or about to kick him out, he was annoyed that his brother was laughing. Suddenly, Gabriel sobered up as if he realised something and Castiel swallowed hard as his brother's eyes found his own. "Wait, Dean? Isn't that the name of the prisoner that escaped a couple of months ago?"
Castiel knew this was going to happen as soon as he told Gabriel his name. It was why he had tried to avoid using it. The news of Dean's escape had reached the news clearly as they tried to track him down. His mug-shot was everywhere like a western wanted poster so that if anyone came in contact with him, Dean would be recognised and taken into custody once again.
"Yes," Castiel nodded, "It is the same Dean."
Gabriel's eyes went wide as he moved closer to Castiel, "You didn't help him escape did you?"
Castiel's face fell at what his brother implied. Even though Castiel may have broken his code of ethics and engaged in a relationship with a prisoner, the idea that he would break the law and help a prisoner escape from his own prison, hurt.
"I did no such thing. Dean's escape had nothing to do with me and I had no idea that he was going to escape until after the fact."
His brother nodded, "Alright then."
"However, I may have known his whereabouts a week after he escaped and didn't report him," he admitted.
"You dog!" Gabriel grinned, thumping Castiel on the shoulder. "You fucked again didn't you? Dang Cassie you must be one good lay if he risked his freedom to see you again."
Castiel smiled a little, glancing down at his legs and picked at a loose thread on his t-shirt. It wasn't a happy smile however. He hoped to himself that Dean had thought of Castiel as more than 'just a good lay'. In their moments after their exploits, Dean had treated him like an actual lover. He had been tentative and caring, listening to Castiel when he spoke and they had created a bond between them as if they were no longer Warden and inmate.
"Wait a second," Gabriel said breaking Castiel from his thoughts. "You like him don't you? Like really like him." Castiel rolled his eyes and looked away from Gabriel trying and failing to appear that he really didn't have deeper feelings for Dean. "Wow Castiel. It's one thing to have sex with an inmate but it's a whole other ballpark having feelings for one. He's a criminal Cassie. He's on the run."
Castiel sighed as he looked back towards his brother. "I know Gabriel. It's just– Dean's different okay?"
As he said it, he knew it to be true. When Castiel had read Dean's file he had truly believed that Dean had been guilty especially when he had met the man. But as he got to know Dean, and Dean had started to unfurl snippets of his life, Castiel's point of view changed. He learnt how Dean had grown up without a mother and how his Dad had never recovered from the loss.
Dean's father had been pushy and demanding but he had also been obsessed with finding the person who had killed his mother. He had dragged Dean and his younger brother, Sam, along with him on his path of obsession and ultimately ruined Dean's life. Sam however got out early with help from Dean. Dean had protected his brother from their father's drunken wrath and when Sam was old enough, Dean had organised him to move out to California to attend Stanford like he had dreamed of.
Dean however, was left alone to deal with his father. From what Dean had told him, John had been training him in military tactics ever since he was old enough to hold a gun. Dean had followed his father's instructions to a word and always did as he was told. When John had found out what Dean had done with Sam, he was beyond pissed off at Dean. He had told Dean he would pay for what he had done to their family and that John would never let him live it down.
Soon after John's threat, Dean was hooded, tied up, and taken to an unknown location. When he was allowed to see again, there was a man and a woman tied to separate chairs, bloody and bruised. John had emerged from behind Dean after he had untied his son's hands and proceeded to tell Dean that the man and woman before them were the ones responsible for his mother's death. Dean had been terrified as he looked at the beaten, bloody bodies before him and back to his father. He knew that his father way crazy and would stop at nothing to find the ones responsible but the fact that he had actually found them and tied them to a chair before kidnapping his son so that he could watch his father torture and kill someone was demented. When John had revealed that he actually wanted Dean to be the one to do it, he had outright refused.
Dean had learnt very early on that nothing would bring his mother back and all that he really wanted was his father to give up the chase and be an actual father to him and Sam. Of course, that was never going to happen so he had got Sam out as soon as he could and taken it as his responsibility to keep his father out of prison. What he had done that night had been exactly that.
His father had pushed Dean toward the two people who were alive but were barely aware of their surroundings. A knife was planted in his hand and he was pushed in the direction of the male. Dean knew if he refused, John would beat and punch him until he either complied or passed out.
Seeing no other option, Dean took to work carving into the man's skin. He cried out in pain and Dean felt sick to his stomach, almost throwing up multiple times as he did so. It wasn't that man he wanted to be, what he had dreamt off when he was little. He dropped the knife unable to do anything more when John came up behind him with a gun. It was planted in his hand but when he refused, he was punched in the gut.
Dean shook his head, tears welling in his eyes as he looked to the man in front of him not wanting to be the person to end another person's life. He didn't want to turn into the type of person that killed his mother and ruined his family's life.
When Dean didn't look like he was going to do as he was told, John's hand covered his own and squeezed Dean's finger on the trigger. The bullet went straight through the man's forehead killing him. John then aimed the gun at the woman, doing exactly the same thing.
The screams must have been heard by someone because all of a sudden they had heard sirens getting louder as the approached the building they were in. Dean had looked around frantically for an exit but John had simply laughed like a maniac before he pulled the gun he had stashed the waistband of his jeans and raised it to his temple.
He had pulled the trigger before Dean could reach him.
Covered in blood, Dean had held his father while the police stormed the building. They had come to the conclusion that Dean had been a part of the entire scene and had killed both of the tortured prisoners and not forced to do so.
When he got to court, without the means to pay for an actual lawyer, his best defence was to not defend and to hope for a shortened sentence for an early plea. Dean hadn't been that lucky. It had turned out the man his father had tortured was a judge and it hadn't gone down well that Dean had been responsible for the death of one of their own. Dean had been sentenced two life sentences for the murder of the judge, Alistair Mortalis, and Ruby Medea.
When Castiel had been told everything, he had wanted to do whatever he could to help Dean get a decent lawyer to help his case and to try and get him another hearing. Dean had outright refused and had told Castiel to drop it immediately. Reluctantly, Castiel had and even though he knew Dean was capable of horrible things, because of his father, he never saw Dean as a criminal after he had learnt the truth.
"Fuck me," Gabriel breathed after Castiel had told him the whole story, "You really got yourself deep in it didn't you? That's fucked up Castiel."
"I know," Castiel sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "And that's not all…" Castiel trailed off knowing now was the best time to reveal his current condition. When Gabriel's curious gaze met his, he told him, "I'm pregnant."
Gabriel had stared at him gobsmacked for an eternity all the while Castiel gnawed on his bottom lip waiting for him to speak.
"Damn Cassie, this is some heavy shit," Gabriel groaned.
Castiel made a move to stand feeling that he had screwed things up with his brother once and for all. "I know it is and I'm sorry for just dumping it on you. I will see myself out."
As Castiel made a move to leave, Gabriel caught his wrist and pulled him back. "Where the fuck are you going?" he asked his tone stern. "Sit your ass down. You are not going anywhere. I don't care that you're pregnant under extremely weird circumstances. You're my brother and we haven't seen each other in years. I'm not letting you walk away now like I did all those years ago. We'll get through this okay?" Castiel nodded silently, feeling his eyes well up that his brother was actually going to stick by him. "If you want to stay here longer than the weekend, that's all good too. I know you hate that job and I wouldn't blame you if you decided to quit but that's up to you."
When Gabriel stood, Castiel pulled him into a hug. Gabriel held onto him as tight as Castiel was holding him and it was a great feeling to know that his brother would be there for him.
"Anyway," Gabriel said as he pulled away, "How about some dinner? Are you able to keep stuff down or is the little munchkin making life difficult?"
Castiel smiled as he wiped his eyes, the unshed tears making it difficult to see. "I can keep most things down now. My doctor gave me some pills to help with it but I have some spells where I can't eat much."
The brother's sat down for a meal later on, Gabriel cooking it all himself, and they spoke of times gone by about how much easier life had been when they were younger. It was nice to have his brother back and Castiel started to think seriously about taking up his brother's offer of quitting his job and joining him in South Dakota. He didn't want to have a baby back home where he would have to answer questions he didn't know how to answer. They would all want to know who the father was and Castiel was never a very good liar. His job was also extremely demanding. He would need to hire someone to help him with the baby and although it was a likely option he didn't like the idea of someone else raising his child.
Once he had settled in bed after a tiring day, he came to the decision that he would leave his job. Sure he didn't exactly have a plan B but he had enough in his savings that he would be able to live comfortably for a while after the baby was born. His house would also be worth quite a bit on the market and the property value in town with Gabriel was cheap enough that he would make a profit off the move. It was a big step but Castiel felt that it was the right one.
When Castiel told his brother his decision, Gabriel asked if the decision was too soon and whether it was really what he wanted but Castiel reassured him that he had been thinking about doing it for a while now. The opportunity was now sat in his lap and all he had to do was commit to it. Gabriel had supported his decision and told him he knew a great real estate agent in town named Kali that would more than happily help him find a home.
After their weekend together, Castiel went home to start the inevitable. Gabriel had told him to ring as soon as he had everything sorted and he would fly down to help him out with the move and anything else he needed.
Two months, a painful conversation with his staff, a quick sale of his house, and packaging of all his belongings later, Castiel had made the move to South Dakota. It had been difficult to say goodbye to everyone at the prison but most of them had been understanding in the fact that Castiel didn't want to be there any longer. He hadn't told them about the baby and didn't ever plan to. In all honesty he didn't see himself keeping in contact with anyone other than Balthazar and even then it would be a once every so often phone call – maybe. It may seem harsh but he just didn't want people prying into his life anymore. He wanted to start over and the best way to do that was by leaving his old life behind.
Once he was settled at Gabriel's, with most of his stuff in storage, Castiel made contact with Kali, whom he later found out had an off and on relationship with his brother, to find a place of his own. She was great at finding houses based off the little detail he could give her as to what home he was looking for. He was very picky in what he wanted now that he had a child on the way but Kali was excellent at her job and found him a suitable four bedroom home that would be more than big enough for him and his growing child. It was two stories with all three bedrooms on the second storey, the kitchen, living, dining, and laundry on the ground floor along with a guest bathroom and a room that could easily be changed into a playroom for when the baby came. The master bedroom had an ensuite like his previous home and a shared bathroom between the other bedrooms. When he had looked at the home the first time, he knew he would be happy there.
As well as a great interior, there was a huge backyard, which if he wanted to, could easily fit a pool as well as a garden with enough space left for entertaining on the back deck. He had always had a need to grow his own vegetable garden but with his job being so demanding he never had the time. Now that he was living a slower paced life he knew he would have the time. The front yard was also quite large with garden beds that he would soon fill with flowers that would attract bees, his favourite creature.
A month after moving in with Gabriel, Castiel was settled once again but this time in his own home. Now four months pregnant and into his second trimester, Castiel had found a new doctor. It had hurt to leave Dr Barnes behind but when he had explained to her it was to live a less stressed lifestyle, she had agreed wholeheartedly in the move. He agreed to keep her up-to-date on his progress every so often and to let her know when the baby was born as to how everything was going. He still hadn't learnt the sex of the baby deciding it was better to be surprised when they were born. When he had his first ultra-sound with Dr Masters, a fiery brunette who took none of Castiel's sass and wanted to know absolutely everything about Castiel's life, he had learnt that the baby was perfectly healthy and was growing exactly as it should be.
Dr Masters became a close friend as Castiel continued to see her once a week for check-ups as his baby bump grew to no longer look like he had a big lunch but more that he was pregnant. She was gentle with him and even after Castiel had told her that the father had no idea about the baby, she didn't judge him. She had told him that it was definitely the other father's loss for not being around because with genes like Castiel's the baby was sure to be a cutie.
It was when Castiel was six months pregnant that he got the surprise of his life.
His body had changed drastically from the lean muscle he used to have before his pregnancy. He stomach was getting bigger and bigger and his back was beginning to ache from the extra stress. Dr Masters had given him some tips on how to sleep to help ease the back pains but he still found it difficult to sleep most of the time. His breasts had started to develop as well leaving his nipples tender and sore to touch but with every development in his body, it meant that he was one step closer to greeting his child to the world.
Castiel had managed to get himself a job at home managing the books for a lot of the businesses in town. Gabriel had hired him first, letting him take on the accounts for the business before word of mouth spread and everyone started asking Castiel to do their books too wanting all them done by Christmas. He had requested that all his work was to be done at home and any paperwork that needed to be given to him was couriered to his home so he didn't have to drive. It was still early but he didn't want anything bad happening by taking multiple trips into town.
Gabriel had been great in the fact that he would take Castiel grocery shopping and would come over constantly to see if he had anything that needed to be done. Castiel had set him to work on getting the nursery ready even though the baby was still three months away. His due date was March and he was excited to be having a spring baby even though it meant being pregnant over the holidays but he wouldn't change anything for the world. He was beyond excited about the baby and had thought about names for both a boy and a girl but had kept them secret from everyone even Gabriel.
On a cold December morning a few days before Christmas, Castiel had decided to stay in bed longer than normal to fight the cold. He was wrapped up in many layers of blankets to fight it off and didn't want to move. When the doorbell went at 9 o'clock, Castiel whined and wished the real world would just leave him alone for one day but knew it wouldn't. Reluctantly, Castiel clambered out of bed and slipped his feet into his cosy wool slippers and wrapped himself up in his robe. He waddled down the stairs towards the door knowing that Fred, the courier, wouldn't care that he wasn't dressed and would simply ask how Castiel was like he did every time he delivered a package. When Castiel opened the door however, it wasn't Fred waiting for his signature but a pair of green eyes and a freckled face that was looking straight at Castiel's face with a hopeful smile.
"Dean?" Castiel breathed not believing what he was seeing.
"Hey Cas," Dean greeted in reply. Before he could step forward, Castiel moved back and slammed the door shut. His eyes were wide as he pressed his back against the door breathing heavily. He had thought of Dean practically every day since he had left him and he had dreamt of Dean turning up at his home before the baby was born and they would have a happy family but he didn't actually think it would happen. It was a pipe dream not a reality. Dean was on the run and they would never be able to settle down and have a real life.
There was a thump on the other side of the door as Dean knocked again.
"Cas! Please let me explain everything. I promise if you want me to go after I've explained then I will but please just hear me out." Dean pleaded through the door. Castiel could feel his resolve breaking as he heard the desperation in Dean's voice but he held firm and kept the door closed.
"How did you even find me?" He asked unsure how Dean had actually found him considering he was unlisted. Then again Dean had found him at his previous home too.
"I have a tech guru who can find just about anyone," he admitted. Castiel wondered briefly if Dean had been keeping an eye on Castiel the entire time. He shivered thinking Dean would do such a thing. Dean was a little crazy but he wouldn't be that obsessed would he? "I know, Cas," Dean said breaking Castiel from his thoughts. "I know about the baby. When I had Charlie try to find you she went through your medical history and saw you had changed doctors and had gone to a male pregnancy specialist. Please Cas just let me in."
"Dean, I can't just let you in," Castiel tried. He knew he couldn't just let Dean waltz back into his life after he had left it a mess. He wouldn't let his child be exposed to someone who was on the run from authorities. Castiel didn't want that life for his child or himself. "You're a criminal Dean. I can't have you in my life let alone our child's."
"Cas please, listen to yourself. You know I'm not a criminal. Anyway I actually made contact with the sheriff's office here and I'll tell you everything if you just let me in. Please Cas I'm begging you here."
With a sigh, Castiel stepped away from the door. Just listening to Dean's voice had Castiel's heart melting. Dean had wormed his way in there long ago and there was no way Castiel was going to turn him away.
Slowly, Castiel opened the door for Dean. He stepped to the side allowing Dean to enter his home who gratefully smiled at Castiel who tried to keep his face stoic but could feel his resolve breaking with every inch Dean closed between them. With the door closed, Castiel made a move to walk through to the living room but was held back by a hand on his wrist. He turned to look at Dean who looked him in the eyes as he leant forward and placed a chaste kiss to Castiel's cheek. Castiel let himself lean into the touch, allowing Dean to nose at his cheek before he nuzzled lower into his neck. He let Dean step into his personal space and wrap his arms around him being gentle with Castiel's belly between them.
"I missed you," Dean breathed into Castiel's neck before he placed a small kiss there.
"I missed you too," Castiel admitted, "so much."
Before Castiel knew what was happening, their lips met in a kiss. It was slow and reassuring for a moment before it quickly dissolved into something more. Castiel let himself get lost in Dean, forgetting everything that was going on just like he had the last time he had seen him. Dean pulled away from him and Castiel whined low in his throat as he searched for Dean's lips with his own but Dean stayed just out of reach.
"I said I'd explain," Dean panted, his hand that had cupped Castiel's cheek during the kiss pushing some of his hair that had grown out behind his ear.
"You can explain after. You're not going anywhere right?" Castiel asked scared to actually hear the answer. He didn't think he could handle Dean leaving again.
Dean kissed him again much to Castiel's joy, "No Sweetheart I'm not going anywhere. I'm here as long as you'll have me." Dean answered. It was all Castiel needed to hear as he moved away from Dean and slipped his hand into Dean's. He guided him up the stairs and to his bedroom where his bed was still unmade but with what they were going to do, he didn't care. He pulled the blankets back so it was just the sheet and lay down after taking his slippers and robe off leaving him dressed in his boxers and t-shirt that stretched over his swollen belly.
Castiel looked towards Dean who was stood in the doorway watching Castiel as he went through the motions but even when Castiel had lain down, Dean still watched him, his eyes on Castiel's belly.
Castiel reached out a hand towards him wiggling his fingers, "Dean come here," he said. Dean came obediently climbing onto the bed carefully until he was settled on his knees between Castiel's spread thighs, his eyes still focused on the baby bump. Castiel knew Dean was itching to touch him but reluctant so Castiel took matters into his own hands and grabbed Dean's hands and placed them on his stomach after racking up his shirt. Castiel was more than used to having people asking to touch and Gabriel was always talking to his stomach telling the baby how he was the best uncle in the world but it was different having Dean being the one touching him.
Dean's eyes were wide as his hands explored Castiel's stomach tentatively. Castiel watched with a small smile while Dean continued his light touches before Dean's hand moved to push Castiel's shirt up and off his head. He let himself be manhandled slightly so that he was naked beneath Dean's gaze. Gentle hands roamed his stomach once again before they slid higher and started to play with his sensitive breasts.
"Fuck," Castiel hissed, liking how Dean played with them even if it hurt a little. Dean's hands left his nipples alone and instead moved back to his stomach. Castiel watched through half-lidded eyes as Dean bent down and started to kiss at his stomach. His lips were so light against his stomach and he couldn't help but sigh, his hand coming up to run through Dean's hair as his mouth kissed all over his swollen belly. Castiel could hear small whispers being said against his skin but they were so quiet that Castiel couldn't hear what he was saying. He knew it to be Dean whispering sweet nothings to their baby, maybe an apology for not being around sooner but Castiel didn't care for that now. Dean was here and Castiel was going to do everything he could to make sure Dean stayed.
"Dean," he cooed, his hand running through Dean's hair as he said it.
With a final kiss to Castiel's belly, Dean rose above him once again and lined their faces up so they could kiss once more. Castiel's hands raked at Dean's clothes urging him to discard them. Dean got the message and pulled his clothes off layer by layer until he was in nothing but his boxers.
"Those too," Castiel panted his fingers dipping under the waistband to push them down. "Need to see you," he breathed.
"Okay sweetheart," Dean replied, "Anything for you Cas."
Dean discarded his boxers in the general direction of the rest of his clothes leaving him on display for Castiel's hungry gaze. Some days he was just so horny, he had to use some of his toys thinking about Dean's cock in his ass but now that it was in front of him, it was even better than he remembered.
"Stop drooling Cas," Dean joked as he covered Castiel's body with his own kissing him soundly.
"Can you blame me?" Cas asked as Dean pulled back to kiss down his throat, "You're gorgeous."
"Says the sexy beast laid out for me," Dean retorted as he kissed down Castiel's throat and came to a stop at his nipples. "God these are so fucking sexy. You are so fucking sexy," Dean breathed against his newly formed breast and took the nipple between his teeth while his hand played with the other.
Castiel's head threw back with a groan as Dean worked him over once again. He gasped as a searching finger ran over his rim. Before Dean could slip it inside dry, Castiel fumbled to get the drawer open and pull out his bottle of lube. He handed it over and Dean was quick to slick his fingers, sliding one of them inside.
A relieved sigh left Castiel's lips at the familiar feeling of Dean's thick fingers in his ass. He had craved them over the past six months especially with his hormones driving him crazy but now that he had them inside him, he felt content.
Dean took his time stretching him out. He kept at it with one finger for so long that Castiel was a mess, begging for more. His fingers dug into Dean's shoulders as he tried and failed to not rock down on Dean's hand. Eventually, Dean took pity on him and joined the first with a second.
"Missed this so much. You look so good like this baby," Dean praised, his fingers pushing deeper into Castiel's ass as he whispered into Castiel's ear about how much he loved to see him like this, writhing on his hand.
"Dean, please," Castiel begged only to groan in frustration as Dean just chuckled in his ear but added another finger. It wasn't what he wanted but at least it was another step towards getting Dean's cock in his ass.
After a few more moments of teasing, Dean pulled his fingers free. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed more out and coated his dick in the liquid. Castiel shivered in anticipation as Dean lined up with his hole before he slipped inside slowly.
It wasn't like the other times when they had fucked. Dean wasn't desperate to get off or to make Castiel feel it. It was slow and sensual as he rocked inside, asking if Castiel was okay every second of the way. It was different and Castiel would always love it when they fucked rough and hard but the way Dean was slowly making his way inside him was good to.
Once he was fully seated, Dean took a few moments to kiss Castiel. Their tongues tangled and teeth bit at one another's lips as they continued to get lost in the other. Eventually, Castiel pushed Dean away telling him to move. For once, Dean did as he was asked. It started off tame, his thrusts slow and deep causing Castiel to feel every inch of Dean inside him.
Castiel tried to entice Dean to go faster by wrapping his legs around his waist but Dean stayed strong and continued to rock them together. It was frustrating but amazing all at the same time. It was as if they reach an intimacy they hadn't reached before in Castiel's office. He could feel the words that he could have used to describe it on the tip of his tongue but he didn't want to say it out loud and to ruin the moment. He finally had Dean back and he wasn't about to scare him off.
"Cas," Dean panted, "Need you baby."
Castiel cupped Dean's face in his hands and brought his head up from where he had buried it in his neck. "I'm right here, Dean. I'm all yours. We're all yours," he whispered before he pulled Dean down into a fierce kiss.
"I love you," Dean breathed across his lips, "I need you so much Cas."
Castiel's eyes welled up at the admission, a smile spreading across his lips.
"I love you too Dean," he replied his head throwing back as Dean hit his prostate.
"You're so fucking amazing Cas," Dean praised as he picked up the pace slightly nailing Castiel's prostate every time since he found the right angle. "Can't wait for our baby. Going to be the best Dad I can be."
"Dean," Castiel chanted, his orgasm fast approaching. "Dean, touch me," he begged. He almost sighed in relief as Dean wrapped his hand around his dick, his mouth going to Castiel's nipples and sucking hard. "Oh fuck, Dean!" he cried out, his hips grinding back onto Dean's cock, trying to get him deeper. It only took Dean biting down hard on his nipple for him to come. He cried out his orgasm, the best he'd had in months, coating his belly and Dean's hand in his spend.
Castiel was dimly aware of Dean crying out his own orgasm fucking him through it before he pulled out and collapsed next to Castiel. He didn't even hesitate in pulling Castiel into his side. He went willingly, wrapping himself around the other man, his baby bump nestled between them.
"I'm sorry I left," Dean breathed into the top of Castiel's head. "I didn't want you to get caught or for someone to think you helped me escape. But I didn't belong in there Cas. I was going crazy and I needed out. Charlie helped me sort out a plan and got me the uniform. I've been staying in a safe house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere for the past six months."
"But what about the police? Aren't they still after you?" Castiel queried.
"I went to the Sheriff's office. A friend of my Dad's, Bobby, knows the Sheriff here. She uh, owed him a favour for something that happened a while ago. As long as I keep out of trouble she'll turn a blind eye to me being here."
Castiel felt a little uneasy but he was glad that Dean wouldn't be dragged off anytime soon. As long as they laid low in town for a while, no one would know anything. Eventually, his face would be forgotten and no one would remember his name.
"I'm glad," Castiel admitted honestly. "We can be a real family." Dean smiled at him and kissed his head once again. "Although," he dragged out, "I make no promises that Gabriel will welcome you with open arms. I told him everything about you. He will probably be a little hostile to start with but as long as you make me happy, he'll be happy."
"Of course I'll make you happy, Cas. I've got a second chance. I'm not going to blow it. Plus I've got a kid on the way. No way am I missing out on anything else." Castiel grinned up at Dean, burying his face in Dean's neck, unable to believe what had happened. He had everything he wanted and he was going to make the most of it.
Five years later
Castiel sighed as he climbed the steps to his home. He opened the door and hung up his coat calling out as he did so.
"I'm home!" he said. He grinned as he heard the patters of tiny feet on the wooden floor running down the hall.
"Papa!" twin cries called out. He grinned as he saw his youngest, three year old Riley, run around the corner, his older sister, Mary, chasing after him. They ran up to him and clung to him as he knelt down to kiss them on their heads.
"Have you been good for Daddy today?" He asked them. They nodded eagerly answering in the affirmative just as Dean rounded the corner.
"Don't believe a word they tell you!" Dean jokingly scolded. Before he walked over and picked them both up and held them, one under each arm. "We need to talk to the stalk into getting them exchanged. They are too loud and eat all my food!"
"Nooooo!" came the twin cries followed by laughter.
Dean dropped them both onto the couch before he turned around and made his way back over to Castiel.
"You okay?" Dean asked as he stepped closer to Castiel, one hand resting on his swollen belly. "You didn't over work yourself did you?"
Castiel smiled shaking his head as he cupped Dean's face and brought him into a kiss. "No Dean, I'm fine. We're fine. I love you."
"Love you too, baby," Dean replied before he captured Castiel's lips with his own.
When their kiss went on for too long there were shouts of 'ewww' coming from the living room causing them to break apart with a chuckle.
Castiel grinned as Dean went over to their children lifting them up and throwing them back onto the couch before they both ganged up on him and clung to him to try bring him down to the floor. Everything was perfect and he never wanted anything to change. Dean was exactly the father and lover he had dreamt of and although their story wasn't conventional, he wouldn't change a single thing.
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