ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hey, dear Readers! I'm finally here with the next chappy.

My Muse, Missy ripped herself away from her leash and when I finally caught up with her, she had an extra chapter ready. You don't mind, do you?

So, this means that the story will have one more chapter after this, THEN the epilogue.

I had positive responses about Dean/Gabriel, so I had the courage to insert it into the story.

Alright, enjoy!

The seventh week arrived without any incidents. Sam's stomach looked like it couldn't grow more even if he wanted it to. He had some sleepless nights from the swift kicks of his child, but Castiel was always there to calm her down and help him sleep. After he'd been given the permission to get up from the bed, Dean had gotten them and their stuff into the Impala and had driven to the next town.

From the seventh week Sam had to lean backwards a bit to keep himself in balance and he needed help to stand up and sit down. When he heard a faint snicker from his brother, he knew that the peaceful period of normal walking has ended. Every time he walked in front of the mirror, he would give his reflection a fierce glare for showing him waddling. His back and ankles began hurting, as well, from the extra weight, but Castiel quickly got hold of the opportunity to give him backrubs or foot massages. Dean would leave the motel room in that time of the day, which may had something to do with Sam's loud moans of relief from the rubs on the best spots.

In the middle of the week, Sam was lounging in an armchair, his feet propped up on the coffee table and his nose buried in a Supernatural book. Ever since the demon fiasco, he tried to do everything to get it out of his head, or at least distract his mind from the prospect of Meg returning to get his child. He was rubbing his stomach unconsciously, the motions soothing for both him and the baby.

The door of the motel room opened and Dean marched in with huge bags of lunch. Sam's appetite grew with the baby, but it seemed his crazy food cravings stopped for now. Sam marked the page he was on and carefully sat up, putting the book onto the coffee table.

"Gosh, I'm hungry" he moaned, smelling the delicious aromas of the food. Ever since the fight between him and God, Sam refused to say His name in any way. When his mind would lean towards 'God', he would steer it away and towards some replacement word, like 'gosh'.

"Do you need any help?" Dean asked, noticing Sam's stubborn struggle to get up. After some huffing and groaning Sam nodded, so Dean helped his brother up from the armchair. As always, a muttered 'Thanks' was the reply. "I got you double from everything you asked" Dean said, walking back to the table. He began pulling the food out of the bags when he heard a sharp intake of breath beside him. Turning that way, he saw Sam holding himself up with one hand on the back of a chair, while his other hand was on his belly. He had a deep frown on his face.

"You okay, Sammy?" he asked worriedly.

"Y-Yeah, I think so" Sam nodded distractedly, his tensed up body relaxing some. "Maybe it was just cra-" Sam gasped and hunched in on himself, his expression turning into a pained one. When Dean hurried to his side and got an arm around his shoulders, he felt Sam's shaking as the young man let up, gasping for breath. Dean rubbed Sam's back to help him through the shock of… something that he just went through.

"Sammy, what is it?" he asked, trying to keep calm for his brother's sake. Sam didn't answer, feeling his stomach gently, giving Dean a suspicion about the pain.

"I… I don't know…" Sam murmured shakily, his gaze glazing over with fear. "It's my stom-" Sam was cut off by another wave of pain, as he gasped again and tensed, doubling from it.

"Alright" Dean said softly, stroking his brother's back. "Let's get you into bed, okay?" He waited for Sam to relax and nod then he escorted his brother to the bed carefully. He got the young man into a reclining position against the headboard. When he sat down into a chair that he pulled from the table to the side of the bed, and took hold of Sam's hand, his brother's grip tightened from another wave of pain. "Alright, it's alright, just ride it out…"

"De…" Sam panted as the last pain ended, stronger than the previous ones. "I think I'm… having contractions…"

"Are you… are you in labor?" Dean asked a little stunned and panic filling him. He didn't know anything about childbirth! "Should I call Cas or Gabriel?" Sam nodded quickly just before another gasp escaped him, tightening his hold around Dean's hand. Dean closed his eyes and sent up a prayer for both of the angels, not wanting to cause more distress for his brother with his shouts towards the ceiling.

Almost instantly the flutter of wings resounded in the room and the brothers turned to that way. Castiel and Gabriel were standing side by side in the middle of the room. The younger angel quickly got onto the bed next to Sam, pulling him into his arms. Sam sagged against the angel with relief, knowing he wouldn't have to go through this alone.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked stepping to Dean. Just then another gasp tore out of Sam as the young man screwed his eyes shut from the intensity of the pain. When Sam loosened up, Gabriel got his attention. "When the next pain comes, try to breathe with me, alright? You need to stay calm." Sam nodded and the archangel placed his hands onto the young man's large belly. Soon the next contraction came and Sam tried to copy Gabriel's breathing. To his relief, it worked: the pain was weaker now. After it passed, Sam's body leaned tiredly into Castiel's side.

"I know what's going on" Gabriel spoke up, his tone unusually soft. "Braxton-Hicks."

"F-False contractions?" Sam asked, his breathing becoming more controlled. He felt a huge weight lift off of his shoulders: he didn't want to give birth yet.

"Yes" Gabriel nodded. "Your body's getting prepared for the birth."

"How will I…?"

"Not in the natural way" Gabriel lifted his hand to stop Sam's question. "You'll need to get through some contractions, so the baby can move lower. But Father's going to come to get her out of you, when the time is right." Sam's gaze darkened at the mention of his 'father-in-law', but didn't say anything. "Until then, you need to remain as calm as possible. These contractions can be a pain if you're under a lot of stress."

"I've noticed" Sam muttered, suddenly exhausted. Castiel laid him down and helped him to sleep. The soft hum from the angel lulled Sam into a peaceful dream with a family he was soon going to get.

In the following days, Sam was careful not to stress himself too much about anything, not wanting another episode of Braxton-Hicks. He was scared, however, of the actual contractions, knowing how much more painful they will be, and of course, meeting his 'father-in-law' again. He was still angry about what He did to him, but he realized that he can't forbid Him to see His grandchild.

With these troubling thoughts and some relaxing techniques, the eighth week rolled in. Sam was glad that Castiel was there to help him even more, as his backaches grew in intensity, and even his brother had trouble helping him up from a sitting position. With Castiel, however, came an extra: Gabriel.

Whenever the angel would visit Sam, the archangel accompanied him with an excuse to examine Sam and the baby. Sam noticed, though, that after the check-ups, Gabriel would stand up as if to leave them, but instead he would join Dean at the kitchen table or if Dean was in the shower or out for food or something, Gabriel would wait for him at the table, patiently humming and drumming his fingers to a tune Sam recognized as Metallica's Some Kind Of Monster.

Sam didn't have any luck to investigate this oddity, because when Castiel was there with him, they would give their full attention to the baby, or the angel would give his human a foot or back massage – which Sam enjoyed very very much, and which usually – or more like always – ended with waves of passion and mountains of pleasure. This effectively chased Dean and Gabriel out of the motel room and only when Dean returned alone, whistling and cheerful like never before did Sam remember his curiosity on the archangel's behavior.

However, one day, his prayers were answered.

"Leave me alone! I'm busy."

"You're seriously pulling the 'hard to get' card? On me?"

"Keep your voice down! If you wake Sam up…"

Sam was awoken in the middle of his snore by the hushed voices coming from the kitchen. He had a split second to decide whether he would open his eyes and ask Gabriel what he was doing here or he would feign sleep for a little more and listen in on the conversation. He didn't have to strain to make that decision.

Returning to his snores he mastered over the years, he opened his eyes to slits, peeking out hoping to catch the pair, only to curse inwardly, when he found out his head was turned away from the kitchen and towards the window. He remembered falling asleep sitting up, which he began doing more frequently since the first day of the week. He found out that when he squeezed his back against the pillows, the pain would ebb away slowly, and also he could breathe freely in this position without the weight of the baby pushing down on him. But he should return to his investigation.

For now, he would just listen in on the pair, waiting for an opportunity.

"See?" he heard Gabriel's hushed voice. "He's still trying to suck the drapes off the window."

"Come on!" Dean answered quietly. "He's not that bad."

"Yeah, that was you."

A small thump and Gabriel's startled yelp signed that Dean whacked the archangel around the head. After a brief pause Dean chuckled.

"You're not nearly as good at that as Sammy, you know that?"

"Well, it's hard to beat Mr. 'I's an adowable puppy and I'd just wove you to hug me' over there" Sam had to use sheer will power to keep his snores steady and not to burst out laughing at that.

"He had years to train himself and it wasn't hard to perfect it with his puppy-like face."

"I had millennia of training" Gabriel answered indignantly, but it sounded more like a whine.

"Maybe, but as I recall you spent the last couple of them as a Trickster, which job didn't require it when you applied" Dean answered in an almost casual, indifferent tone. The rustle of papers left Sam a little unsure. Was Dean leafing through the files of a case or did Gabriel snatch said files out of Dean's hands? He was getting annoyed with not seeing them. At that moment the gentle kick of his baby gave him an idea. Suppressing a smile, he listened in on the conversation further.

"Well, Mr. Smartypants" Gabriel said still in that huffy tone, "I had to use them to save my relationship with Kali." At the name of the Goddess, Dean let out a barely audible growl, but Sam picked it up anyway. The baby gave a gentle but sharp kick, as if she was saying she was ready for the sign.

"Didn't she dump you?"

"Well…" Gabriel's voice was a little hesitant, "yeah, but…"

"And you want to prove your point how exactly?" came Dean's words of finality, closing down the whole conversation. Sam brushed his thumb over his belly and at that came a strong kick. On cue, Sam let out a loud snort and shifted some, letting his head loll onto his other shoulder, finally facing the bickering pair. With some more shifting he caressed his belly in thanks and the baby answered with another soft nudge. He was amazed sometimes how he could read his baby's feelings just by kicks.

There was a slightly tense silence in the room and Sam felt two pairs of eyes on him as Dean and Gabriel watched him worriedly. Only when Sam began his perfected fake-snores again did the tension evaporate and the others returned to their conversation. Sam opened his eyes again slightly and sneaked a look at his brother.

Dean was sitting at the kitchen table snatching the papers back from the other side of the table where Gabriel seemed to have thrown them. Sam saw Gabriel at his brother's side, his face in a disappointed pout, as the angel watched the human returning to ignore him.

"Come on, please! Just once" Gabriel was definitely whining now, and Sam had to stifle his laugh again and keep his snores up. He couldn't believe that he managed it.

"Gabe, I'm busy." That was interesting: Dean never called the angel on this nickname.

"Pleeease! Pretty pleeeease!" Gabriel whined with a poor imitation of Sam's puppy look. To Sam's utter surprise, Dean sighed and then:

"Oh, fine! Just quit whining!"

Gabriel's eyes lit up like he just stepped into a candy store on a free-candy-day. After a blinding smile, he… Sam's eyes opened fully for a moment before he hastily closed it into slits again, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. Gabriel was leaning in towards his brother like he was trying… But then Dean turned his head away and refocused his attention to the papers in his hands. Sam was sure Gabriel's dumbfounded expression caused a crack in one of his ribs when he swallowed his bubbling laughter down. The pair was too preoccupied to notice the slight hitch in his snoring. Sam saw the curve of a tiny smirk on Dean's profile, but he knew the angel could only see the serious half of the man's expression.

"But… you said…" Gabriel stuttered out, still in shock of being turned down.

"I said I'll do it" Dean said in a tone that said the discussion was over. "I didn't say when."

"Ooh, you're getting smarter" Gabriel smiled his Trickster-smirk, waving a finger at Dean.

"I'm not brain-dead, when Sam is unavailable, you know" Dean's casual words brought an unworldly fury into Gabriel's eyes. When he spoke, Sam saw an archangel, not the Trickster.

"Don't you say that!" he said seriously. "Don't you belittle yourself! You're a wonderful person and I'll do everything to make you realize that."

Sam was taken aback. This passionate behavior was familiar. Cas always did this to him, when Sam was feeling worthless. Could it be…?

"Thanks" came Dean's slightly choked reply, before he fixed his eyes onto the paper. Sam saw the battle on his brother's face to keep his tears in bay. In the flash of a second, the Archangel Gabriel was gone, replaced by the more caring version of the Trickster.

"Just because you're smart, doesn't mean you can't get smarter" he said, crossing his arms on Dean's shoulder and leaning his head on them, at the same time leaning close to Dean's ear. The conversation was seemingly finished, when Gabriel turned his eyes onto the papers in Dean's hands.

'Time to "wake up"' Sam thought and as if on cue, another sharp kick landed on the inside of his belly. With a surprised and not faked snort, Sam shot his head up, reminding himself to blink owlishly, like he just woke from a deep sleep.

"Sammy?" he heard Dean's voice and he looked at his brother scrubbing one eye with his knuckles. The man was tense, ready to jump if Sam needed anything. Gabriel was the same. "You okay?" Dean asked, when he earned Sam's attention.

"Yeah, just a kick" Sam replied, a yawn breaking out of him unexpectedly. He scrubbed his other eye, as well, while caressing his belly. When he finished, he turned to the pair. "Hey, Gabe" he greeted the angel, who nodded back with a smile. "Case?" Sam nodded at the papers questioningly.

"Haunted house. At first I thought it was worth it, but now…" Dean answered, putting the papers down. "I'm not that sure."

"Let me guess" Sam said, leaning back against the headboard, feeling the twinge of a backache. "Teenagers."

"Bingo."

Sam groaned when his bladder started protesting and he scooted to the edge of his bed with a sigh. He rested a hand on his belly, which grew almost another inch, although it seemed that it finally stopped. With a sigh he looked at Dean and Gabriel.

"Er… Can you…?" he began with a blush, but then a flutter of wings interrupted him.

"I'll do it" Castiel spoke as he arrived. He helped Sam up with ease and the two walked – or in Sam's case, waddled – into the bathroom. After the door closed behind them, Sam gave the toilet a disgusted look. Castiel helped him sit down on it after pulling the young man's pants down. Sam buried his face in his hands, feeling ashamed of being reduced to this. Castiel wound his arms around him in comfort, just holding him wordlessly.

After a couple of seconds, Sam began sobbing softly. Castiel sighed, his heart aching for his beautiful human. This was a usual routine between them. Sam felt humiliated in this position, breaking down every time. At the first occasion, Dean had called him, only to find the two in the bathroom, Sam in tears and glaring at his brother, who had backed into the wall in fear. Castiel had told the older Winchester to leave Sam to him, and now every time Sam had to go to the bathroom, it was Castiel accompanying him. When Dean explained Sam's feelings to him, the man said it was because Sam was 'peeing like a girl'. Sam had already had an outburst at being a little feminine during the pregnancy, so Castiel understood Sam's resentment of this situation.

"Sorry" Sam hiccupped, wiping his tears away when he pulled out of the angel's embrace.

"Don't be" Castiel said calmly. "I understand how you must feel. And I don't blame you for it."

"It's just… I can't even…" Sam broke down into tears again and Cas pulled him back into his arms. "It's just s-so damn h-hard."

"I can imagine" Castiel murmured, stroking his human's silky brown locks. After a few minutes Sam pulled himself together and let the angel take care of him. He washed his face to get rid of the tears then the two stepped out of the bathroom. What greeted them outside halted them in their tracks.

Dean was tightly wrapped into Gabriel's arms, the two glued together by the lips. It was slow and sensual and even there was an outstanding height difference, it was painfully obvious that Dean was the submissive in the kiss. Sam saw as Dean leaned into the archangel, one arm wrapped around Gabriel's neck, his free hand cupping the other's cheek. Gabriel had an arm around Dean's waist, keeping him up since Dean's knees were most likely weak from pleasure, while the other hand was gripping the human's short blonde tresses to guide the kiss.

A couple of blinks later Sam realized he wasn't imagining the sight. After a few more seconds he realized that his suspicion was correct: Gabriel was trying to kiss Dean at the table! Gabriel was courting his brother ever since the archangel started his frequent 'check-ups'.

When Sam finally kick-started his brain, he cleared his throat loudly. The kissing pair broke away from each other, freezing in their places then slowly turning their heads towards Sam and Castiel. Their wide eyes showed that they weren't meant to be caught.

"What's going on here, Gabriel?" Sam asked in a low, dangerous tone, eyes narrowed, face drawn into a frown. Dean tried to jump away and out of Gabriel's arms, his gaze glinting with protectiveness despite the fear of Sam's wrath. The archangel, however, didn't let him.

"It's what it looks like" Gabriel answered with a meek little shrug. "Dean and I are…" he glanced at Dean questioningly, who nodded without hesitation, "Together" he finished with a confident smile, which melted off of his face rather quickly, when he saw Sam's fiery gaze. The pair didn't dare to say a word, in fear of a blow-up.

Sam watched them attentively, searching for any signs of something fishy with the two, especially the angel. Noticing none, he rounded on Gabriel:

"If you dare to hurt him in any way, you're going to wish you weren't resurrected, understand?" The angel swallowed at the threat and Sam saw the tightening of Dean's arms around him.

"I can't exactly promise that, can I?" Gabriel smirked suggestively. Dean closed his eyes like he wanted to face-palm at the angel's words.

"Too much information, Gabe" Sam shook his head, turning towards the bed. Hearing the nickname, the archangel relaxed into Dean's arms. When Sam reached his bed, he noticed that Cas was not beside him to help. When he turned back, he found his angel standing in the same spot, icy-blue gaze fixed into Dean's emerald eyes.

"The same goes for you, Dean" Castiel spoke with the same low tone Sam had used. Dean swallowed but nodded. Gabriel's eyes teared up at the protectiveness of his brother. Sam guessed the archangel almost forgot what it was like to be cared for by a sibling. Finally Cas relaxed and sent a tiny smile towards the pair, giving them his consent and blessing this way. Sam waited patiently for the angel to help him into the bed, giving him a kiss of gratitude. When he looked up from his breakfast an hour later to check on his brother, he saw the two feeding each other lovingly. He knew then that he made a great decision letting his brother be with the archangel.

The days went by monotonously after finding out about Dean and Gabriel. Sam was on constant bed rest, not wanting to risk the baby, only getting up for trips to the bathroom. Sam enjoyed all the attention he received from his angel, who got him everything he needed and still voluntarily gave him massages. As Sam's due date came closer and closer, sex occurred less and less times. Sam felt like an addict, who was slowly weaned off of a drug. He complained a lot to Castiel, who just endured it soundlessly and calmly.

By the time the ninth week arrived, Sam was frustrated. He was huge and felt like if he moved, he would explode. His bladder was bothering him every ten minutes, his back hurt more and more, reaching the point where Sam seriously considered peeing in a bottle to avoid standing up again. But to top it all off, sex was now completely off-limits for him. He could barely reach himself for a simple handjob! The word 'irritated' was a serious understatement.

In the middle of the week Sam woke up feeling exceptionally grumpy. Dean and Gabriel, who were already flirting in the kitchen, noticed the young Winchester's mood and decided to tread on eggshells around him.

Sam pushed himself upwards and onto the edge of his bed. He began the long process of standing up, getting more and more annoyed with the failed attempts. Dean was considering offering help, but as if his brother was reading his mind, Sam sent him a fiery glare and he decided to back down.

After ten minutes of struggling – not like they were counting, honestly! – Sam finally stumbled up, catching the bedside table to keep himself from falling forward. Pushing his palm against his aching lower back, he waddled to the kitchen table, an angry frown perfectly arranged on his features. He plopped down onto a pulled out chair, his big belly barely fitting in behind the table. He glared at the tabletop sullenly, but still didn't say anything. Dean thought that the poor furniture would catch fire any moment now. He was relieved that he and Gabriel were standing in the other end of the room and they didn't have to suffer from Sam's grumpiness.

"Poor Sam" Gabriel whispered, not wanting the young man to hear it. "The last month of pregnancy can be a bitch."

"I think Sam takes it better than I would" Dean commented even quieter than the angel. "If I were in his shoes, I would totally throw a hissy fit and scream at any living soul by now."

"Then remind me later not to get you pregnant" Gabriel replied, smirking at Dean's blush.

"Cas, shut. UP!" Sam cried out all of a sudden, his chest heaving with anger. Dean looked around expecting the other angel to be in the room without them noticing his arrival, but there wasn't any sign of him.

"Um, Sam" he spoke silently, and blazing hazel eyes pinned onto him. "Cas is not here."

Sam lifted his head and looked around. When he saw Dean was right, his face crumpled and tears glided down his flushed cheeks. Dean carefully approached him and pulling another chair up beside his brother he sat down. He laid a reassuring hand onto Sam's shoulder tentatively, not wishing to upset him in his condition. His luck was with him now for a change: Sam just let out a few hiccups at his touch. Finally Dean wrapped an arm around the hitching shoulders and Sam leaned his head onto his big brother's, seeking comfort.

"I w-want h-h-er out alr-ready" Sam sobbed. Dean stroked his brother's locks gently and pressed a calming kiss onto his forehead. "I l-love her wi-ith my every b-breath, but I've had e-enough-gh…"

"Soon, Sammy" Dean comforted his brother, rocking him from side to side. "Soon you're gonna meet her. Just hold on for a little longer, okay?" Sam nodded with a sniff, but didn't make any impression of moving away. Dean pulled his chair closer and tightened his hold around Sam, who in turn burrowed himself into him, hiding his tearstained face into the crook of the man's neck.

Gabriel smiled at the brothers softly. He knew that the birth was close, even closer than they thought. But at the same time it meant that Meg's return was drawing closer, as well.

The sun was almost under the horizon, painting it in ruby red as it was getting ready to disappear. The motel room was quiet, and empty, except for one person sitting on the bed.

Sam was leaning against the headboard, his hands wandering across his belly, caressing the softened skin through the T-shirt. The baby inside him was quiet now, finally letting up her incessant kicking and shifting. He had a guess that the baby was finally in position and he would meet her soon.

He decided to walk around a bit, too anxious to sit still waiting for the others to return. He didn't know where they went, only that they'll be back shortly. During their absence, Sam cleaned the room thoroughly, all the while trying to find out what the other three were up to.

As he was getting ready to stand up, he felt the pain in his lower back return, but he ignored it. When he got to his feet, though, he had to catch his breath from the twinge, massaging his lower back to ease it. He began waddling from one side of the room to the other, breathing deeply against the fear that started creeping up on him. While his back was turned against the entrance door, he didn't notice the small crack slowly breaking the Devil's Trap on the ceiling or the small blast of wind blowing a streak in the salt in front of the door.

He took a deep breath as he looked out the window, wishing Dean would come back to at least keep him company. As he turned back, his heart leapt into his throat.

Meg was standing in front of him, a big, satisfied smirk almost splitting the gorgeous face in two.

TBC

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