In the corner of the small supply was Castiel, in the flesh. Though he was shrouded by the dark of the shadows, it was clear that the figure was the Winchesters' most trusted friend. Instinctively, both Sam and Dean ran in to give Cas a hug, expecting Cas to stand and cooperate, but he didn't. He just sat there.
"Cas?" Sam questioned.
"Dean. Sam," he breathed out, revealing tension in his voice which the brothers didn't possess.
"Where the hell have you been?" asked Dean. He knew the answer of course, but it was his only ice breaker.
"Here." Cas accepted a hand that was offered by Sam to help him up. "I only woke up a few days ago."
"What?" Sam asked, mostly to himself. If the brothers' theory was incorrect, then why was Cas here?
As Cas stood, he immediately winced and descended back down to his seat in pain. "During my escape, they sliced through my achilles tendon. I can't walk."
They looked back down to the pool of blood. Of course.
"Wait, what are we dealing with, here? Is it demons?" Sam asked. Castiel nodded.
Dean searched through Sam's eyes and they made an agreement. The older sibling quickly placed his arm under Cas's shoulder and forced him up.
"Wow, you're heavier than I remembered." Dean started to walk out of the closet in a hurry, making sure the hall was clear first.
With that sentence, however, a rare possibility came to Sam's head, causing him to momentarily peer to Castiel's abdomen. How they didn't notice before, well, only Cas could tell.
Cas looked back tiredly to Sam for a quick second, but made eye contact with Sam's questioning and surprised expression. Cas frantically turned his eyes to his stomach then back at Sam. From this encounter, Sam's hypothesis was confirmed.
"Dean, wait," Sam instructed. Dean stopped and turned both him and his friend around. "Cas . . ."
Dean gave a quizzical toward his brother, then back to Cas. He studied the former-angle closely, knowing that Cas was in no condition to care. Cas followed the hunter's gaze and when Dean's eyes stop moving, he felt self-conscious.
"Cas, what the hell is that?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. It just seemed too impossible.
"Dean, Sam, I can explain," he started, but Dean interrupted.
"How far?" he asked with his low voice in the most serious tone.
"How long have I been missing?"
"Nearly ten months."
Cas leaned his head slightly towards Dean face, leaving them only a few inches apart. His worry lines folded in a look confirming his answer, lined with guilt and apology.
Sam shook his shocked expression off and said, "You know what, that doesn't matter. Let's just get somewhere safer to talk." He briefly thought about going back to the supply closet, but they had already gone too far to turn back.
Sam took the lead and Dean stood still for a moment, processing the predicament. When he got up to speed, Sam was about five yards ahead and he sprinted momentarily to catch up.
They walked as quietly through the long hallway as they could, not daring to drag their feet in fear of being heard. If anyone was coming, they would have the advantage of time, though Cas was obviously weak.
Suddenly, even as Dean kept going, Cas winced and placed a hand on his stomach, hoping that the brothers wouldn't notice, but they did.
"Whoa, Cas, are you -" Sam started, trailing off.
The trio paused and Dean turned to Cas, who shook his head, hand still on abdomen.
"What? No, it just hurts."
"What does?" the eldest wondered.
He hesitated out of fear of a pointless moment. How could he phrase it in a way that was casual? "It's just . . . It's just kicking me . . ."
Dean and Sam exchanged stares and nodded, continuing on.
For about two or three minutes they persisted until they realized the oddity of the silence.
Sam started to slow, then he rose his hand as a signal to pause. He whispered, "Dean . . ." but couldn't finish his sentence as seven or eight lean doctors and nurses rushed down the hallway at full speed.
The other way, the trio ran. Cas was still leaning on Dean's shoulder, but attempting to help lighten his weight by using his unharmed foot to guide the two along.
"Hurry!" Sam yelled from meters ahead.
Though the words didn't have time to properly register in his mind, Dean just ran faster than he had in a long time, though he was dragged down by his best friend, who was pregnant, mind you.
Unfortunately, the speed didn't have a great affect on the demons on their trail. A certain one, tall and dressed in scrubs that didn't fit her properly, grabbed at Castiel's hospital garment, knocking him back towards the mob. He was grabbed and pulled away from the friends who had spent over nine months searching for him.
The group couldn't just let the Winchesters escape, now could they?
The brothers didn't know what do; were they supposed to run and abandon Cas, or surrender?
Sam made the choice to run, but Dean saw the pain in Castiel's eyes as they followed the younger Winchester. He caught Cas glancing at him in question as to whether he was going to go or not. He flashed a look of apology as he ran after his brother.
To the Winchesters' dismay, the demons were much faster than expected. Within a few seconds, they were being dragged the direction of their closest mutual friend, thrashing too much to notice the people surrounding as they injected clear liquid into their necks. Their vision went black.
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Dean and Sam's consciousness came back nearly an hour later. Their surroundings took a moment to adapt to. The room was bright white, and the smell of hospital cleaning chemicals loomed in the air.
The brothers were both handcuffed to tan padded chairs. In front of them was a standard hospital bed, but they recognized the person in it: Castiel. They were positioned on his right side. He was dressed in a hospital gown, lying on his back. The former-angel's prominent stomach was very obvious.
An I.V. was connected to Cas's forearm, dripping liquid that was unknown to the hunters. As Sam and Dean started to become more anxious, a woman in a long lab coat walked into the room.
The woman passed by the bed, completely ignoring Castiel's presence, and pulled out a chair in front of the Winchesters carelessly. She had an attitude that made it seem like she was merely running an eron. The demon played with her nametag, which read, "Dr. Chesterfield".
Dr. Chesterfield sighed loudly, not paying much attention to the brothers. "I assume you already know about what we did your friend over there, correct?" She tilted her head to Cas momentarily.
"How?" Sam asked first.
"Well, given your reputations, I believe you should know how this kind of thing works."
"No," Dean joined in, "He's in a male vessel. How is it possible?"
"A few surgeries here and there, and some fertilization, assuming you know what that means."
Sam put a few of the pieces together out loud. "Wait, didn't Cas say that he's been asleep until a few days ago?"
The nurse nodded.
"Son of a bitch…" Dean whispered under his breath as Sam quickly yelled:
"You raped him?!"
Doctor Chesterfield smirked. "Not me, personally, but from what I've heard, he's still not half bad completely unconscious."
By then, both brothers were ready to tear off the doctor's head, even though they were restrained.
"You don't have any other questions? Why? How is it going to get out? Here, I'll just answer: We got an angel in our midst, so we couldn't pass up the opportunity to create a Nephalem for our advantage. Nephalems are half demon and half demon, I'm sure you know. We couldn't resist a challenge, so we left him in his vessel. There's a plastic tube connecting the artificial womb to an opened cervix under the testicles, which we removed for the sake of current events."
"Current events?" Sam questioned.
Doctor Chesterfield turned to Cas's direction, pointing at the I.V. "Pitocin, as strong as we safely could. With any luck, he'll pass out from the pain of the birth within the hour, and the Nephalem will push itself out and he will die." It was clear that she enjoyed the shock in the brothers' expressions.
By now, Sam and Dean were struggling from their seats with their frustration. Dr. Chesterfield looked up and smiled, then got up and walked out of the room. The Winchesters were left alone in their shock.
Merely a few seconds later, before they had a chance to mention their escape, Cas groggily opened his eyes, obviously confused.
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'The beeping of a monitor . . . Why are my wrists so heavy? What am I wearing? Dean? Sam? Ugh, why is it so bright?'
Cas's vision began to clear from the dark blur. To the right, Sam and Dean were chained to chairs? Why was it a medical room rather than his regular one? As he made eye contact with his friends, they instantly noticed his regained consciousness.
"Cas?" Dean breathed out.
"Dean? Sam? Wh-what's goi-"
Mid-sentence, a sharp and pressured sensation tore through Castiel's back and abdomen. Cas yelled in his low-pitched voice, eyes widening all over the room. The brothers were yelling scattered variations of his name in their concern. Cas could barely hear anything. He tried to grab at his stomach, trying to curl up into a more comfortable position, but he was handcuffed by leather straps on his wrists and ankles.
In a few minutes, the pain dulled down, leaving Cas panting and terrified. He stuttered, "D-Dean? Sam?"
Sam leaned his head toward the I.V. and Cas peered up at it. He slammed his head back down to the pillow, realizing that the liquid running into his arm was the "inducer" that Dr. Mendez was speaking of.
Dearie me, I'm back. It's 12:28, and tomorrow is a Friday/school day. I haven't done any homework. Whoops. Anyways, tHAT EPISODE ON WEDNESDAY WAS WWWOOOWWW I won't spoil, but you'll know what I mean when you watch season eleven episode twenty. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, but there's probably only going to be one or two chapters left, so stay tuned! I still don't have any clue about name, gender, or how it'll end. Any suggestions are acceptable! Thanks for reading. i usually say it'll be up by next week, but knowing myself, it'll be up between tomorrow and two weeks from now. Again, thank!