ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hey, guys!

Finally we have arrived to the end of this story. Thank you very much for your support throughout the chapters and please don't let this stop you to give me advice about my writing style in MPreg or a sex scene. This story was created to introduce you to my writing, and if it needs improvement, I happily accept constructive criticism. Just please, be gentle with it!

So thank you again! And check out my other stories if you're interested! Jade and Together Under The Moonlight needs some attention. :D

Finally, here's the URL for Eleanor:

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Alright, enjoy the epilogue!

The trill of birds echoed through the fresh air of spring. The trees and bushes were filled with bright colors, the flowers blooming in the warm caress of the sun. The rays reflected from the huge windows and the white walls of the suburban house on the outskirts of Kansas, Lawrence. Children's laughter was blown away by the wind, spreading the cheerful sounds all over the streets. The melody of nature and youth floated into the only open window of the house, fluttering the curtains slightly on their way.

Castiel smiled at the innocent giggles coming in from the streets as he prepared some food in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a blue, pinstriped shirt. His trenchcoat was resting on the back of his chair, ready to be worn. He was humming a soft tune under his breath as he remembered the past years.

Twelve years had flown away since the most hectic nine weeks of his existence, since they'd stopped the Apocalypse. Twelve beautiful years filled with joy, happiness, care and love. Some of this period was darkened by some sadness, like in every family, but they had overcome those troubles together. One ray of sunlight that shone through every step of the way was his daughter.

Eleanor Mary Winchester, who was hurrying down the stairs to get ready for school, gave their little family much joy and love, accepting the same back in a heartbeat. Castiel was proud of his daughter: she grew into a fine girl over the years. As the angel turned towards the doorway, he found his girl standing there with a smile as bright as the morning sun that was currently shining in through the windows.

"Good morning, Daddy" she greeted him softly. Castiel looked her over. Eleanor was in dark jeans and a light blue blouse that accentuated her eyes. As she grew up, her features took a turn towards the other side of her parentage, except for Jimmy's nose and Castiel's eyes. The half angel – or more like cherub – was reserved but friendly with a big heart. She had some friends, but she liked to occupy herself with books and reading. She already shot up in height, reaching Castiel's chest. Even though she was aging a little more than the average human, she could still pass as an early-matured child amongst the other kids. The difference between her own aging process and the amount of official birthdays was only two years.

"Good morning, darling" he replied and Eleanor flew into his arms, burrowing herself into her father's embrace. Castiel caressed the long chestnut-brown locks falling freely down her shoulders. She would throw a tantrum if anyone suggested cutting it and the wavy locks were now reaching the middle of her back. "How are you today?"

"I'm great, Daddy, thank you" Eleanor smiled back sweetly, as she pulled away.

"I'm almost done with your lunch" Castiel said, pointing to the kitchen counter. "Why don't you get your things together until I finish?"

"Alright, Daddy" she answered just as a flutter of wings came from the living room. As Eleanor hurried out of the kitchen, a cheery voice echoed through the house, drowning out the chirps of the birds:

"Hey there, pixie!"

"Hi, Uncle Gabe" Eleanor greeted Gabriel in the same cheery tone. "Morning, Uncle Dean."

"Hey there, squirt" Dean answered, although Castiel noticed a little shakiness in it. As his daughter hurried up the stairs, the newcomers stepped into the kitchen and Dean plopped down into a chair, running a shaky hand down his green tinted face.

"You're still struggling with that stomach bug?" Castiel asked the older Winchester, who just nodded miserably. "I hope the smell of food doesn't bother you." Just as the words came out of his mouth, Dean shot up and ran out of the kitchen, a hand clapped over his mouth. Cas leveled a glare onto Gabriel, who just looked back at him with wide eyes. "You should confess to him."

"Easy for you to say" Gabriel huffed irritably. "It's not your life on the line here."

"You can't hide this from him" Castiel said as he turned back to Eleanor's lunch. Even though Dean and Gabriel were living on the other end of the street, it was still like when they'd lived together years ago in the renovated farmhouse. They knew everything about the other household.

As Eleanor stepped out of her room, she heard the noise in the downstairs bathroom. Fighting a grimace, her eyes landed on the half-open door at the end of the upstairs corridor. She should have known it would be open by now. Creeping closer, she peeked into the room, her smile lighting up her face again.

It was a nursery. Eleanor remembered when her Daddy brought her here to tell tales about her first years, showing the old crib she had been sleeping in and the rocking chair where she had been fed and lulled into sleep. The pink walls had been repainted into light green, the rose-window with a picture of a red rose in the top part of the French window bathing the room in ruby-colored beams. Eleanor stepped in and walked to the occupied rocking chair. With a sigh she wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the person sitting in it.

"Good morning, Mommy" she spoke.

Sam huffed out a laugh at the last word, knowing that his brother and Gabriel was the reason that it stuck. However, he didn't really mind it since he carried his daughter into this world and he quite enjoyed the role.

"Good morning, sweetie" he replied quietly, leaning his head against his daughter and stroking one of the arms around him. Soon Eleanor let him go and knelt down beside the chair, gazing up at her Mommy with love. Sam smiled at his own features on Eleanor's face, caressing the girl's cheek lovingly, his smile widening at the dimples that came out for a visit.

"How are you feeling, Mommy?" Eleanor asked turning serious.

"I'm fine, sweetie" Sam assured her. "Don't you worry!"

Eleanor still had a slight frown on her beautiful features then she leaned in and laying her hands on her Mommy's large belly she said soothingly:

"Go easy on Mommy, little brother."

Sam felt his eyes tear up as Eleanor spoke to her unborn sibling. He knew that she would be a great big sister, just like Dean was a great big brother to him. Eleanor stroked the soft skin of the baby belly through Sam's cotton shirt then stood up.

"I need to go to school" she spoke, seemingly torn whether to stay here or be responsible. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you, too, sweetheart" Sam answered and held his arms out. "Give me a hug."

Eleanor wrapped her arms around her Mommy and pressed a loving kiss on his cheek.

"Have a good day at school!" Sam called after her, when she hurried out of the nursery. When the flash of chestnut-brown locks disappeared through the doorway, he looked down at his distended stomach, stroking it tenderly. "You're sister is so silly sometimes" he said with a chuckle. As the strong kicks of Jonathan Christopher Winchester started up again, Sam continued rocking, gazing out the window onto the sunlit street.

Meanwhile, Dean staggered out of the downstairs bathroom and wiping his mouth he made his way towards the kitchen. Just as he stepped in, the arms of his niece wrapped gently around his waist.

"Bye, Uncle Dean!" she said happily, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder when she pulled away. As she took off towards the entrance door to reach the school bus, she shouted back over her shoulder:

"Bye, little cousin!"

The door slammed shut, leaving only stunned silence behind.

Dean turned towards the others in the room, not wanting to believe what he'd just heard. However, judging by the look of guilt on Gabriel's face, he heard it correctly. He was pulled back into reality quicker than anyone thought.

"Cousin?" Dean asked in a low, clearly furious voice. "Do you know what she meant by that, Gabriel?"

The archangel swallowed nervously at the glower thrown his way.

"Um, well" he stuttered out, "surprise?"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Dean bellowed angrily. Cas checked mentally on Sam, afraid that he would stress himself from the shouting, but he got only waves of amusement from the pregnant man. He knew his human was listening in intently. "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL THIS TO ME?"

"I didn't know how you would react to this…" Gabriel explained as calmly as he managed with Dean still looking ready to throttle him.

"How far along I am?" Dean snapped, turning to Castiel. The angel looked his friend over then replied:

"Two months and 25 days, possibly 10 hours and 28 minutes."

Dean seemed slightly shocked at the accurate answer then rounded on Gabriel.

"You should've told me! I should've started preparing for the baby's arrival by now! How could you do this to me?" Dean's voice began shaking and tears escaped from his eyes. Gabriel quickly rushed over to him and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry" the archangel murmured into Dean's ear, who – despite the anger he felt – hugged him back. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. We can go home now and start preparing, alright?" Dean nodded into Gabriel's shoulder and the pair vanished.

Castiel turned back to the counter to pack his stuff away. He smiled at the thought of those two being parents. They would be great with a kid, but chaos would be a constant guest in their home with them around. Personally he couldn't wait to have his son soon, he missed the laughter of a child in the house. Eleanor was a quiet girl and even though there were a lot of times they would have fun as a family, he wanted to hold a baby in his arms, feeling the tiny life wriggling in his hold. He knew Sam couldn't wait either.

"Cas!" came Sam's cry from upstairs and he dropped the cloth that he was using to wipe the counter clean, turning his eyes towards the ceiling. "It's time!"

And as the angel hurried upstairs, joining his Father at Sam's side, he knew he gave the perfect life to his human and got his own unconscious wish for a happy existence.

The End

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