So, episode two my lovelies. MWAHAH! Eppie three should go up today or tomorrow, soon followed by eppie 4. So there.
Enjoy!
Dean walked into his and Cas's room, trying to be as quiet as possible. But somehow, Castiel still jolted awake, sitting ramrod straight in the bed. He looked absolutely horrified, so that Dean felt a spike of fear go through his heart as well.
But Castiel wasn't even paying attention to Dean anymore. He hadn't heard Dean come in, but the... the baby had sensed him, it seemed. It had sent such a jolt of electricity through Castiel as its other parent entered the room that he had been shocked out of his sleep. It was unpleasant and worrying. He had no idea what it meant. It wasn't good at all, since his insides felt like they were on fire right now. He gasped and Dean was by the bed, crawling on top of the bed to tilt his head up.
"Cas, oh God Cas, are you ok?" he said, his words rushing out.
Castiel just made a face as the burn melted away, warmth coming from where Dean was touching him. Well, well, they had a stubborn one on their hands, didn't they? Just like their father...
"Cas!"
He looked up. Dean had removed his hand, but Castiel felt better. His stomach tightened and he changed his mind. On second thought, he was going to-
"Dean move," he gasped and teleported to the bathroom, letting whatever was in his stomach come out into the toilet. Dean was there a few seconds later and wiping his face again, rubbing his back again. Castiel choked on a chunk of something and gagged, bile leaking out his nose and burning it. He coughed, his fit coming to an end and then just rested his head against the toilet bowl. It was cool and his whole body felt feverish. It wasn't pleasant, not at all.
He felt Dean picking him up again and was starting to resent this weakness that came after he threw up. What did humans call it? Morning sickness? Well, that makes no sense, Castiel thought, when you throw up at all times of the day. He felt Dean lay him on the bed, propping pillows up under his head so he could sit back comfortably. Then Dean was shoving a cracker in his mouth and handing him a cup of something that bubbled and told him to, "Wait a minute, I left the rest of this in Sammy and Gabe's room. Looks like we'll need it. Hope they're not doing anything embarrassing."
And he left and Castiel felt wrong again and he felt like he was going to throw up again and he ran this time, forgoing his power usage in his state of emergency, mostly because he just plainly forgot. He was bent over and spent when Dean worriedly entered the room and found him in the bathroom again. He was again picked up and placed on the bed.
Dean kissed him and made a face. "Damn Cas. You taste like throw up. Smell like it too. I think you could use a bath, yeah?"
Dean went to undo the rest of Cas's shirt and that was the last thing Castiel wanted. He pulled away like Dean was fire and he was merely human and almost jumped to the other side of the bed."That is not necessary," he ground out, his voice rougher than usual at the recent vomiting episodes.
Suddenly another jolt of burn went through him. He recognized it now,, an angel's grace angrily against another's. Baby Winchester didn't like daddy jumping away from other daddy. What a pain, Castiel thought. But he grimaced anyway and yelped, "Insufferable!"
Dean scowled. He knew there was something wrong with Cas, and now he was in pain, Dean could see it, and he wasn't telling him. Why didn't he trust him? Sheryl's words echoed in his head, but he tried to block them out. He couldn't. Dean felt like he was making a huge mistake right now, that the question he was about to ask was the stupidest thing in the history of stupidity. But it was Cas, so he did it anyway. "Cas," he said, the angel looking at him, "are you...are you..." Nope. He wasn't asking. He wasn't. "Are you...pregnant?" Oh my God he just asked a man if he was pregnant. Holy crap he was insane.
But Castiel just gaped, his pink mouth falling open, sapphire eyes wide. He seemed paler now than he had been a few seconds ago. His heart was thudding, but a rush of warmth went through him, the baby realizing that its other parent had acknowledged it. His mouth opened and closed a few times and then, "H-how did you... w-when did you...how...?"
Dean's eyes matched Castiel's as he looked up. "Wait a second, are you saying that you are?" Castiel looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Cas you're pregnant?" Dean's voice had gone up a few octaves.
Castiel had no clue what to say.
In the other room, Gabriel had his head cocked, listening to the scene unfolding a few rooms over. He was on Sam's lap, an arm around the Sasquatches shoulders. He nodded then. "Here it comes..."
Dean looked on in disbelief as his significant other just sat there, not denying anything he had just said, confirming it if anything. And all Dean could think was, how the hell did that work? How was that possible? It just wasn't. So Cas had to be lying to him. Except, except that angel's don't lie. And why would he about something as serious as this? He wouldn't. Which would lead back to the question of how the hell did that work?
"How-what... I can't even..." he stuttered out. Castiel was sitting in front of him, suddenly looking very frail and dejected and afraid. He fidgeted and looked away from Dean, his cheeks turning red. His still had that throw-upy smell about him and yeah, a bath would do him some good, but... Dean had bigger problems than the fact that his boyfriend smelled like a sick man's waste basket.
"Cas," he tried again. But he couldn't even think straight. He needed to get some priorities down. The first was said shakily and with so much uncertainty, that Dean wondered if he was dreaming. "Mine?" he asked, because if there was some angel anatomy thing that meant that only angels could have babies with angels, he was going to die.
But Castiel looked offended as his gaze whipped back at Dean. "How dare you even ask me that question? Do you think I could trust anyone like I trust you? Be intimate with anyone like I am with you? Love any one like I love you? Are you stupid Dean? How could you even...! Yes. Yes. You and only you. Yours. Always. No one else."
Dean had shifted back in the bed. Castiel's face had gone red and now that he had calmed down, he looked a bit lightheaded. He was blinking and holding his head, like he had a headache, which he did. But he was glad of the answer and released a breath he was unaware that he was holding. "Great. Um... how then?"
Castiel looked away, his eyes watering now. Oh great, Dean thought, he's gonna-
"I-It was probably the last time we had sex," which was only a month ago. Too damn long, Dean now thought, but at least he knew why Cas had been avoiding him now. "Your... sperm," and Dean winced because when it came to sex talk he was thirteen years old all over again, "was inadvertently absorbed by my grace. Therefore they bonded and... since your half contained genetic material... I figure they started to create what is essentially half human/half angel. I-I didn't know," he said suddenly, a tear actually making its way down his cheek and totally breaking Dean's heart. "I didn't-I never thought...It doesn't make sense."
Castiel was hit by a wave of sadness, not only from him, but the baby too. It felt his sorrow. It shared it. That couldn't be healthy. He tried to wipe the tears, but his eyes wouldn't listen to him anymore. It was a human reaction. He couldn't stop it. He was slowly going to get drained.
Suddenly, Dean couldn't be in the room. Too many thoughts were going through his mind, and none of them made sense. He just... he needed to drive, to think. Which meant he needed to leave.
"Cas, I can't... I don't-I need to go and think. I'll... I'll be back." He got off the bed and the look Castiel gave him was of terror and sadness, but he didn't say a word as Dean walked out and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it and when he heard Castiel's sobs of confusion coming muffled from behind the door, he ran to the Impala, jumped in and drove away, tears stinging behind his own eyes.
"What happened?" Sam asked, eyes wide.
Gabe sighed and shook his head. "Dean just walked out."
"He what!" Sam exclaimed. "Cas, we gotta-"
"Nope. No-no. Don't even think about it."
"But Cas, he's-"
"Alone," Gabe finished. "Let him. He's embarrassed at all this weakness. It'll be easier on him if he's alone. And Dean's coming back. Your idiotic brother just needs to think a bit." At Sam's Bitchface, he said, "Drop it Sam. Focus on something better."
"Yeah," Sam said grumpily. "And what's that?"
"Me..."
Dean pulled up at the first bar he saw. And then he pulled out and drove as far from the city they were in as humanely possible without being too far that if someone needed him, he could run his ass back there and help.
Gad what the hell was he supposed to do? Cas was... pregnant no doubt. His emotions were all over the place and the throwing up... definitely morning sickness. There was a living thing inside his angel. And it was part of him. Half of him.
A little thing that was part Dean, part Castiel; part human, part angel.
He wondered if it would be cute and small, like a human baby, what color eyes it would have, if it would look more like Cas or like him, if it was a boy or girl...
God, but he wasn't parent material. Look at him, running at the sound of babies. He killed things that came out of horror stories for a living. The only person he had raised was Sam and look how he and turned out. Smart, sure, too much for his own good, but the Devil's vessel too and a demon blood addict at that.
How the hell did anyone expect him to raise a baby, his own this time, with an angel of the fricking Lord?
He would mess up, hurt Cas and the baby in the process. He was not father material. Didn't know if he could be.
He loved Cas, don't get him wrong, loved that angel to death, would die for him in less than a heartbeat and he wouldn't even have to think about it. He loved that angel to bits and pieces. And the fact that it was him that was having Dean's own child...
That may have been the weirdest sentence he would ever think. Ever.
Castiel was having Dean's baby. And no one else's. He was having a mini-Winchester with angelic properties. Dean was going to have a small little human that had both qualities from him and Cas. Maybe Dean's huge heart and Cas's thoughtfulness. Maybe those blue eyes, but his honey blonde hair. He would have small, little fingers wrapping around his big one. A tiny life totally dependant on him for most of its early life. Calling him when they had a nightmare or wanted a hug. Would love him just because he was their constant.
Dean literally hit the breaks as he realized how much he liked the sound of all that. And the whole time, Cas would be there, by his side, that other constant, the one who would talk him through the whole, 'they need to go to school, Dean' speech, or 'they need to form relationships, Dean. Yes, with men,' speech if they ended up having a girl.
Dean's heart beat erratically. He wanted that. And most importantly, he wanted that with Cas. And he had it.
Dean was going to be a father.
Oh my God and he had just left Cas all by himself, going through all the emotional stuff, because he was emotionally incompetent.
He was such an idiot.
Castiel was cured up, nice and warm on the mattress. He had eaten a whole row of saltines and drank several cups of what he had discovered was soda. He wasn't a fan, but it helped settle his stomach and he felt better. Now, if only the headache would go the HELL away...
He felt a burning sensation in his abdomen and instantly knew Dean had come back. Whatever the hunter's decision or feelings on this, Castiel would cope. He could, hopefully, get through this on his own. Although he very much doubted, what with the Falling aspect and all.
"Cas?" he heard Dean whisper into the room. He grunted over and he heard the floor creek as Dean walked over. Instead of hearing Dean tell him that he couldn't do this, he felt the bed dip behind him and suddenly felt warm arms wrap around him lightly. Dean kissed the back of his neck and nuzzled his nose against it. "Oh Cas..." he felt mumbled into his skin. "We're having a baby."
And Castiel found that hilarious. So funny that he started to laugh manically until he had to sit up to keep from choking , Dean's hand on his bath. "That...that was..."
Dean gave a small, shy grin. "Not what you were expecting?"
"No," Castiel coughed out. "It was quite... humorous. Forgive me, if I offended you."
Dean chuckled, kissing Castiel's temple. "Not at all." Then he grimaced. "But really. Like, right now. Bath. You smell gross. And... that's just not acceptable anymore."
Castiel felt a verge of panic. "Dean, there's more to tell about this and I think you should know-"
Castiel was cut off by Dean kissing him firmly on the mouth. "Nuh uh, Cas. Bath first, then you can explain all the details to me. When we're comfy and washed and in bed, ok? You'll feel better, I promise. Let's go." Castiel nodded reluctantly, not ready to lie and say that a bath wouldn't be nice. He knew it would.
Dean smiled, starting to undress. He chucked off his jeans and t-shirt, toeing off his socks. He was left in only his boxers. He then went over to help Cas undress. He undid his pants button and zipper and slid the dress pants down. He then slid off his dress shirt and the white shirt underneath it, throwing them off to the side. Dean gasped as Castiel lay there with nothing on other than his boxers. His stomach, God, it was... well, there was a bump on it. It made his belly button curve up, it was in that vicinity. It was just a tiny little bump, but it was taking Dean's breath away.
"Cas," he breathed and Castiel looked down. "God, it's... its beautiful." He skimmed his fingers over the raised flesh and found it hard. But when he pressed down, he felt something there. "Wow."
Castiel made a face. "Beautiful? I find myself rather ugly."
Dean gasped. If anything Castiel wasn't, it was ugly. Dean lifted the angel over and on top of him so that they were laying back against the headboard, Castiel's back to Dean's chest, their legs tangled together. Dean carded one hand through Castiel's hair, massaging his scalp, the other hand rubbed circles into the bump. Castiel let his eyes flutter closed. It felt nice. And the baby was sending waves of warmth to him. He decided that he loved this.
"Wow," Dean whispered again as Cas moved closer to him. It was mind blowing. This felt so... right.
"Yes. And the best part," Castiel said, his bath long forgotten, "the baby knows you're here."
Dean sat up abruptly. "Really?"
Castiel nodded sluggishly. "Mmmhmm. Gets all excited, hates it when your too far away."
Dean smiled and nuzzled Cas's neck. "Then I'll always be within touching distance."
Castiel smiled. "Yes please."
They laid like that for a while, the time wasting away, never stopping their touching. Finally Dean sighed. "You still smell like puke. And I'm not sleeping with an angel that smells like puke. Lets go."
And it was good, it really was, as Dean practically lifted the angel out of bed and carried him to the bathroom where he started to run warm water and soap. Once the tub was full, Dean gently took off Castiel's underwear and put him in the tub before shucking his off and climbing in behind him. He let the water soak them and the suds alight on their skin before Dean gently started to clean Castiel's body, all the intimate parts alike. He made sure he was clean and comfortable and by the time he was done, Cas smelled like lilac and was half asleep. Dean smiled as he got out and then helped the sleepy angel out. He dried him and smiled at how soft Castiel's skin was, rubbed lotion into every inch of his skin, making it smoother than it already was, and then dressed him in the softest cotton pajamas he had.
By the time Castiel was in bed, bundled on top of Dean, the hunter's hands all over his stomach and that tiny bump, Castiel was warm and felt at peace.
He also decided to not tell Dean about the whole 'Falling' thing. That could wait till tomorrow.
Goodness! And I'm forgetting to ask Susangel how she's liking it so far. So?
Dean: Do you like watching me be a sap?
Cas: Do you enjoy watching me in wretched misery?
Sam: *bitch* Do you like seeing me get my ass-kicked by Gabe at checkers?
Gabe: *smile* Do you like seeing me be AWESOME?
Eve: *CHECKS YES TO ALL*
The rest of you can answer these Q's too in your REVIEWS!