Cas's Logical Sequel, Chapter 06

By CastielLovesDean

April 1st, 2012

Dean's favorite part of each his three pregnancies was always roughly between weeks fifteen and twenty. During this stage, he could feel his children moving inside him, but they hadn't yet gotten so big that a single kick to his diaphragm could send him to his knees. The days following March fifteenth, twenty-twelve were the most carefree he would ever experience in his life. There was not a single hunting obligation; Gabriel was on his best behavior; even the skies were bright blue and cloudless, only broken up by the occasional nighttime rain. By mid-morning, the foliage was flourishing and the ground was mostly dry. Aside from being a little lightheaded and itchy, life was perfect.

Of course, as Dean's life had proven time and again, nothing good ever lasts. The peace was broken up on April first, also known as April Fool's Day or, after the Church of Winchester would gain national recognition in twenty-nineteen, Gabriel's Day. His round belly had just crossed the vague line between distended abdomen and pregnant tummy. Right in the middle of his tummy, protruding like Ralph Wiggam's nose, was his belly button. It had been an innie all his life. He thought turning it to an outtie was a little weak for Gabriel, but it irritated him nonetheless.

He stormed shirtless through the house and up to Gabriel, who was outside with Sam enjoying the gorgeous weather. "Don't you think this is a little juvenile?" he demanded with a gesture to his navel.

Gabriel cocked his head. "Didn't you already yell at me for this? And then shoot me several dozen times?"

"What? Not the- My belly button! It's inside out!"

Sam squinted at it. "Hey, it's an outtie!"

"That's what I just said!"

"Dean, that's perfectly normal for this stage of pregnancy," Sam informed him. "Didn't you read those books I gave you?"

"Does it bother either of you that I was falsely accused?" Gabe whined.

"Not particularly."

"Dean-"

Gabe crossed his arms and interrupted Sam. "That's not good enough. I want an apology."

"An apology? You know what? That's fine. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry that I jumped to the ludicrous conclusion that when something went wonky with my anatomy, you had something to do with it. I'm sorry that you have a history of changing the way my body is arranged, and I'm sorry that you're such a jackass!"

"Hey!"

"Dean, come on, man. He hasn't even done anything this time."

"Yeah, isn't is a little early for this kind of wild mood swing?"

"Gabe!"

"Wild mood swing? Wild mood swing? I'm pregnant; I can have any kind of mood swing whenever the Hell I want!"

"As if you have any control over it."

"Come on, guys! Knock it off!"

Dean calmed immediately, but not because of Sam. Well, not his brother Sam, but his daughter Sam. He softly rubbed his rotund belly, focusing on the fetal movements inside. "Shh," he shushed his restless preborn daughter, even though he knew she couldn't hear him yet. "It's okay."

"Ooh, is she moving?" Sam asked, lunging to press both his massive hands against Dean's body. "Lemme feel!"

Dean swatted Sam's hands away. "Do you mind? You haven't been able to feel her yet, what makes you think this time'll be different?"

"She's growing baby, Dean; eventually, I'll be able to feel 'er."

Dean sighed. "Fine. Go ahead." He knew that once Sam felt Samantha moving around, he'd keep one hand on him at all time.

Sam nearly squeed, then felt carefully for any sign of movement. It only took a moment before he felt his niece for the first time. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, making Dean nearly jump out of this skin. "This is so... weird!"

"Hey!" Dean protested.

"What? There's a person growing inside you."

"That's not weird; that's a miracle. And in this case, literally."

"You're welcome, by the way," Gabe interjected, still pouting.

"I never thanked you. I'm never going to thank you."

"Now you're just being mean. I don't have to stand for this." With a rush of wind, Gabriel teleported away.

"Thank God he's gone."

"Dean," Sam whined, "I thought this crap was over. He didn't even do anything this time, remember?"

"He still makes my skin crawl!"

"He's my boyfriend!"

Dean and Sam stared at each other in awkward silence. Neither had used the word out loud since they started dating their respective Angels. "That's a little odd."

"Yeah. Lover?"

Dean winced, and suggested, "Significant other?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You've been spending too much time with Castiel."

"Yes?"

Sam and Dean jumped at Castiel's sudden appearance.

When Dean recovered, he shouted, "I thought I told you not to do that!"

"My apologies," Cas said, looking not the least bit apologetic.

"Where've you been all day, anyway?"

The Angel looked instantly suspicious. "I am an Angel of the Lord. I have responsibilities."

"...Okay."

"Cas, how would you describe your relationship with Dean?"

"Sam, don't-"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what label would you give him with his respect to yourself? Like, to me, he's my brother, and Bobby's my friend."

Cas cocked his head in thought. "My brothers and sisters call him my 'baby mama.'"

Sam snickered.

"Oh, ha ha, Sam. Laugh it up."

Sam kept laughing. "Sorry, man, I didn't know that phrase was in his vocabulary!"

"You two are concerned about the appropriate social label."

Dean glared at Sam while he continued to giggle. "Yeah."

"It wouldn't be a problem if we got married."

Sam stopped giggling then, and both brothers stared in surprise at Castiel. Finally, Sam cooed, "Aw, Samantha can be the flower girl! I can't believe my brother's getting married!"

"Now, hold on, Sammy, you're getting ahead of yourself. That was a suggestion, not a real proposal, right?" He turned to Castiel for confirmation.

He spent a moment in thought, then responded, "No."

"No?" Dean asked, annoyed at the vague response.

"When I said it, it was merely a suggestion."

"See, Sammy? What'd I say?"

"However... now that I think about it, that's what I want."

"Are you... Cas, are you proposing to me?"

"Shall I find a diamond ring and drop to one knee?"

"No! No, that's not necessary."

The three stood around in awkward silence until Sam nudged Dean. "So answer him, already!"

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. He may not have been the quintessential romantic, but even he knew that proposing to your shirtless, pregnant boyfriend in a friend's junkyard was tacky. Some planning would have been nice. Not that it really mattered, he supposed. Gun to his head, he would admit that never seeing another pair of boobs again really didn't bother him when he thought of his future with Cas and Samantha. He saw the two of them raising their children and loving their grandchildren. He saw a small house with a picket fence and the Impala in the driveway. He saw him and Cas walking their daughter down the aisle toward her much smaller husband. So even though neither one of them had a whole lot of friends and family to attend the wedding, there was no other possible answer but, "Sure, why not?"

"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, glomping Dean in joy. "Of course I'll be your best man!"

"Hey, who asked you?"

"What? I'm not gonna be your best man?"

"I didn't say that! Stop putting words in my mouth! You're ruining the most romantic moment in my life! Geez, I thought I was supposed to be the wildly moody one here."

Sam backed off. "Sorry, sorry!" He stood and waited for a second before asking unsubtly, "So, Dean, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

Dean pretended to think about it. "Nope. Thanks, though."

Sam gasped in indignation.

"Happy April Fool's," Dean offered.

"That's not funny, Dean."

"Fine, fine. Sam, will you be my best man?"

"Yes!" Sam shouted, embracing Dean with too much enthusiasm. "Hey, Dean?" he asked without letting go.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Problem solved. Now he's your 'fiance.'"

"Hallelujah."

Sam felt Samantha squirm from his spot pressed against Dean. "Oh! Cas, come feel this! Samantha's moving!"

"I can see her, Sam. I don't need to feel her."

"Come on. What'll it hurt?"

"Very well." Cas pressed his warm hand to Dean's stomach. It wasn't long before he felt his daughter's subtle movements through Dean's skin, and he smiled. It was much better than seeing her. He suddenly longed to hear her voice and smell her hair. He just couldn't wait until she was born.

Far away, Sarah returned to the apartment she shared with her two friends and fellow witches. She'd gotten some interesting information. "Bonnie!" she called out to her leader. "Bonnie, I think I'm onto something!"

"What's that?" Bonnie asked, not genuinely interested.

"I've found some promising anti-Angel spells and sigils!"

Now Bonnie was interested. "Oh, Sarah, be careful. If those don't work and the Angel knows we're trying to take his baby, we're in a world of trouble. For about two seconds 'til we wind up in Hell."

"No! They're good! I'm serious, the Angel shouldn't be a problem at all. All we have to do is get past a couple of humans, uh, Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer."

"Oh, is that all?" Bonnie mocked.

"I'm serious!" Sarah insisted. "Once we've gotten the Angels out of the way, all we gotta do is get past those two and kidnap Dean Winchester."

"Have you been smoking the pennyroyal? You say 'kidnap Dean Winchester' like it's no big deal. If you're serious about this, you need a plan for all of it. One slip and we're dead."

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