So, i know, took me forever, as usual, but with some encourageing by Susangel, this fics dedicatee and a few other reviewers, I've got it posted. its not as long as the other one, just a few thousand words short, but its pretty long in my standards.

So. Susangel read Somewhere Over The Hellfire, Angels Fly, a fic of mine that is Bobby/Crowley. And she liked it. And she wanted some Bobby/Crowley. And you know what I said? 'Tottaly doable hun.' So I did it in this chappie. Also... also... also... There are baby names! YAYS. And there is suspicion and brotherly love all around and old people kissing. With tongue. This is my summary/warning today guys. I'm too eshausted to do a warning section this time around.

Dean: Lazy.

Gabe: So are you Winchester.

Dean: *smirk* Not when it come to the bedroom.

Cas: *blush* Dean.

Gabe: Is that a Wincehster thing? Cus Sammy in bed... WHOO! That boy is a monster!

Sam: *blush* GABE!

Eve: O.o Did you just quote Lady Gaga?

Gabe: Everything she learned, she learned from moi.

Me: I totally believe that actually.

Disclaimer: Not mine. But but but but! I pay child support and I get the boiz on weekends! That was me and Kripke's joint-custody deal. And man did i have to FIGHT for that!

Dean was cuddling with Cas on the couch, but then again, these days, Dean is always cuddling with Cas on the couch. Or in bed. Or in the kitchen. Or in an armchair. Or in the car. Pretty much anywhere. But it was virtually impossible for Dean to keep his hands off of his angel. There was just too much going on with him. Dean wanted to be there every time the baby kicked or touched Cas's stomach. He wanted to feel all the pulses of joy he shot through Cas. He wanted to listen to Cas talk to the baby when he thought Dean wasn't listening, tell the baby stories in Enochian, whisper lullabies to it in Latin his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He wanted to be there when Cas had a weird dream or woke up scared that something might happen to the baby, like he was wont to do, be there when his insides moved around and his body was being a bitch about healing. Dean wanted that.

So Sam and Gabe totally understood when they went on that three day hunt in Minnesota, even though they knew it would have been easier with Dean there. But Dean had stayed and that was that.

And now, he was on the couch with Cas, his angel munching on his new craving.

Dean was totally ok with this craving; it was one of the best so far, since there were perks. He was honestly surprised though, when it hadn't come sooner and rather later. Now that he thought of it, this might've been the first craving. But it wasn't. At least it was here now.

Castiel was finishing up his third White Castle hamburger. No, he couldn't eat more than that, he really couldn't, since his appetite seemed to be turned to that of a human, but other than that, he was still kicking Dean's ass at eating them; Dean had only eaten one. Then again, Cas was like a beast, scoffing them down like there was no tomorrow. And besides, Dean was ok with that; Cas's mouth was even more pleasant to kiss when it was spiced with hamburger meat.

"Slow down," Dean laughed as Cas finished his burger in record time. The angel looked at him with big blue eyes and tilted his head. "God, I hope our kid does that."

Castiel asked, "Does what?"

Dean smiled and kissed Cas gently on the lips. "Tilts his head like a little bird like you do." Dean hoped Cas wouldn't take that the wrong way, like he sometimes did when his hormones were fluctuating. But this morning seemed like a good one and the angel just laughed.

"It's seen as predatorily in Heaven," he assured Dean. "I find it remarkable that you have tied that with something so innocent."

Dean shook his head and blushed. Well, if Cas was in such a good mood... "So, Cas, pick a gender, boy or girl?"

Castiel squinted up at Dean, shifting in his lap where he was on the couch and adjusting the large shirt that Sam had begun to let him use. His and Dean's had become too snug fitting and the Gentle Giant was only too willing to share his clothes with his future brother-in-law. Castiel's stomach could still be seen though and he had taken to staying inside and in the backyard so as not to freak out the neighbors.

"Why?" Castiel asked.

Dean sighed. "Just do it. Please?"

Rolling his eyes and taking Dean's hand in his, his silver engagement ring catching the afternoon light, Castiel said, "Alright...Boy."

Dean gave a grin. "OK. Let's see, uh... first name Robert, middle name...John?"

Ah, Castiel thought. They were going to play the name game. It seemed appropriate, since he was four months pregnant and only had two more to go. Mind as well get to be able to name his child now, if he couldn't do it later. "No. We're not naming them after only your side."

Dean scowled. "No, he's not going to be Jesus."

Castiel also scowled. "I was never particularly fond of that name." He shook his head. "How about... first name Jakob, middle name Robert?"

Dean lifted an eyebrow. "Jakob Robert?" He thought. "Not that bad. Could be better though. First name Daniel, middle name John?"

Castiel paused. He did like Daniel. It was a nice name. "Maybe. First name Charles, middle name...Ashmore?"

Dean froze. Chuck and Ash...He actually kind of liked it. "How about Ashmore Charles? I don't want Chuck and Becky thinking they're that special." It was said as a joke, but there was some truth behind it.

Castiel nodded though. He had to agree. He was liking this combination. "Alright. So..." He got up and away from Dean, the hunter's hands pulled from there comfy spot around his tummy where Maybe-Ashmore-Charles was kicking around inside his daddy-mommy. Weird title.

Dean pouted as Castiel grabbed a pen and paper from the kitchen and came back smiling at the hunter. "Don't be such a child Dean," Castiel said, still grinning as he got back and Dean situated himself, thrusting his hands under Sam's oversized shirt and skimming Castiel's tummy until he felt a tiny foot pressing up against the inner flesh and contentedly let his palms rest there.

Castiel ignored him though. He quickly wrote down Ashmore Charles on the paper and then tapped his lower lip with a pen. "I'm fond of John Robert. What do you think?" Dean shrugged. Cas wrote it down and then across from it: maybe.

"How about... first name Daniel, middle name Rufus?" Dean tried.

Castiel made a face. "No matter how fond I was of Rufus when he was alive, I always did think his name a bit unfortunate."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Me too. Let's veto it shall we? Never to use it again kind of thing?" Castiel nodded all too eagerly and wrote down VETO and then underneath, RUFUS. Dean rolled his eyes. "Moving on. Uh... how about first name Noah, middle name Samuel?"

Castiel scribbled that one down. "I actually really like that one."

"All last names are Winchester by the way," Dean said with a smirk.

Castiel raised an eyebrow and responded dryly, "Really? I was unaware."

Dean just laughed. "Go ahead, your turn."

Castiel tapped the pen to his lip and said, "Jonah Gabriel?"

Dean didn't hate Gabe, actually really liked his name even if he didn't like the guy, so when he nodded to Cas that, yeah, that was pretty cool, Castiel felt a little warm and felt nice that Dean wasn't letting older-brother-status rivalry get in the way of naming their child.

"You know, how about Andrew Gabriel?" Dean asked. He liked that. And it as a tribute to Andy, a really great guy that neither he nor Sam had ever forgotten.

Castiel wrote it down. "I like that one." Then he grinned. "How about... Dean Jr.?"

Dean blanched. "Oh Hells no. No way is my kid named after me. Uh-uh. Nope. Move on."

Castiel chuckled again, his eyes crinkling and Dean wanted to kissed the sides of them, he was so beautiful. "Castiel Jr.?"

"Seriously?" Dean asked, because Cas was a different story. Cas could get whatever he wanted, and so sorry baby Winchester, but if your daddy-mommy wants you to be named after him, Dean sure as hell wasn't saying no.

But Cas shook his head. "No. I am not serious." After a moment: "How about first name Adam, middle name Samuel?"

Dean stopped to think. Adam Samuel. But no, he couldn't think of Adam right now. So he shook his head. Cas didn't write it down; he understood. "Um... I don't know. Wanna move onto girls?"

Castiel simply nodded and settled back more comfortably, flipping the page over. He started a new list. "Let's see...first name Mary, middle name Anna?"

Dean nodded. Had a nice ring to it. "Yeah. That ones pretty nice actually. Um... Joanna Gabrielle?" Castiel snickered and wrote it down. He saw exactly what Dean was doing. He must have really liked Jonah Gabriel to turn it into a girl version.

"Pamela Ellen?" Castiel said. He was trying to tribute people here. He liked the sound though.

Dean looked sobered. "Yeah. For them." And then suddenly, Dean sat up, an epiphany. He knew what he wanted his daughter to be name, if they had one. "How about Jessica Mary, or Jessica Maria?"

Slowly, Castiel realized the semblance. Jessica, Jess. It was more a thing for Sam, but it was beautiful and both versions were scrawled down. "Samantha... Deanna?" Castiel said.

"That is actually... not that bad..." Dean mused, running his fingers through Cas's hair with one hand, massaging his bellybutton with the other. Castiel grinned, but Dean could tell that that was because he was hitting Cas's tickle spot. He smiled but left it alone; they had work to do.

Castiel wrote down Samantha Deanna and then leaned back into Dean. He was feeling oddly exuberant, but he was sure it had more to do with the baby than him. He was sure the baby was sensing something was going to happen. But what it was he didn't know.

"Any other bright ideas?" Dean asked.

Castiel huffed out a laugh and said, "Well, we could always use Ruby-"

"Nope," Dean cut him off with, smiling as his body vibrated with Cas's easy and carefree laughter.

And that was when, of course, the doorbell rang. There were twin groans from Dean and his fiancé, but the Winchester finally manned up and lifted his pregnant angel from on top of him and onto the couch so he could get up and go open the door. Castiel looked none too happy and really, he wasn't, but he let it go. He and Dean would just yell at whoever it was later.

Dean was sure it was Bobby or even Sam or Gabe. It might be just some straggling hunter that knew Bobby and needed something and Dean could take care of that easily. What he wasn't expecting when he opened the front door was 5 feet and 8 inches of demon, raven black hair short, brown eyes sarcastic, skin pale, and black suit absorbing all the light. He wasn't expecting that heavy British accent to pop out and say, "What in the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Dean blinked and then blinked again, because he was pretty sure he was dead. This demon was DEAD. "Crowley?"

The demon rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm alive, praise the Heavens and Hell and whatever else it is you pathetic humans praise, and let me in."

Dean was too shocked to do anything else but oblige him and follow him into the living room where Cas was waiting. When he walked in, he was met by the sight of Cas's mouth hanging open at the sight of a very much alive Crowley, and Crowley's mouth hanging open at the sight of a very much pregnant Cas.

"What in the bloody hell...?" Crowley said as Castiel intoned, "How in my Father's name...?"

"I thought you ganked the bastard, Cas?" Dean asked, because... what else could he say?

Before Cas could answer, Crowley said, "Is that bloke pregnant? Actually carrying a baby an' all?" Castiel slowly nodded, but Dean wasn't sure if he was answering his question or Crowley's.

"Um, so..." Ok, Dean honestly couldn't hold it in anymore. "What the Hell? How are you even alive?"

Crowley turned to look at Dean, still a bit confused with whatever he was seeing in Cas and answered absentmindedly. "Do you honestly think that after that one time with Bobby I would let you get my remains again? I found them and hid them and replaced them."

Dean looked to Cas dubiously. "And you couldn't tell?" Castiel shrugged, wincing a little at something and adjusting his position on the couch. Dean was there in a moment. "Hey, babe, you ok? Stop moving."

Crowley blinked a few times and then said, "Wait... you knocked 'im up?"

Dean turned around and gave a shy smile. "Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

The demon didn't even hesitate as he said, "Nope. Love is love, and all that other motivational crap you humans have set out to make yourselves feel better when a dick starts liking dick."

Dean growled and was about to snap something back, but Cas's hand on his arm stopped him. "Dean." He shook his head. He turned to Crowley. "And do you have a purpose here, besides gloating that we failed to kill you?"

The demon stared at Castiel, as if he was seeing something, understanding something that Dean wasn't. And then he looked around and back and answered, "Singer. He around?"

Dean made a face. "What do you want with Bobby?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Now, see, if I were here for you, you'd know. But since I'm not..." He shrugged. "You aren't privy to that information, Winchester."

Dean got a little red in the face as he spoke. "The way I see it, you're not even supposed to be here. We don't owe you anything."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "On the contrary; you tried to kill me."

Before Dean could snap something back, Castiel cut in with, "Bobby's home. He's in the garage out back."

Dean whipped around to his fiancé, an incredulous look on his face. "Cas, what the-"

"Go get him, Dean. Before your face aggravates me even more than it already is." Crowley shooed him away. "Go, go."

Dean stood his ground. "Oh hells no. No way am I leaving my pregnant fiancé in the same room as a demon."

Castiel just looked at Dean exasperated and said, "Dean, he can't do anything to me." He blinked up at him innocently. "And... could you get me some ice cream? With bananas and custard?" He licked his lips a little and that stupid, innocent look... Dean couldn't say no.

He sighed and leaned in to give Castiel a kiss on the lips and grumbled, "Fine," before he left for the kitchen and the backdoor in it that lead to the garage.

Castiel took a deep breath after watching him go and then looked to Crowley who was sitting on the chair across from the couch. He couldn't deny it. It was a surprise to see the demon there. He was so sure that he had killed him...

"Fiancé?" Crowley asked dubiously, a smirk playing about his lips.

Castiel held up his left hand, the ring glimmering in the afternoon light. "Yes."

"Hmm." Crowley reclined in his seat and then said innocently, "Have you told him?"

Castiel didn't even need to ask what Crowley was talking about; the demon knew he was turning human. He knew. "No."

"Any particular reason...?"

Castiel scowled. "Many, actually. And you won't be saying anything either." There was a finalized tone to his voice, one that left no room for arguing.

Crowley put his hands up in surrender. "No, no. He won't be hearing it from me. Until after the funeral, that is." Castiel looked away, knowing the demon was right. When he looked back up, something in Crowley's face had softened. "Castiel... when has keeping information from a Winchester done anything good?"

The angel snapped his head up and met the demons dark brown eyes. Was he... was he actually giving him advice? "You cannot be possibly trying to advise me in this matter. ...are you?"

Crowley shrugged. "Don't want to have to clean up a mess is all," Crowley responded, rubbing his neck. "And you know, it wouldn't kill a chap to be honest with someone they... love once in a while."

Castiel's eyes bugged out. He was sleeping. This had to be a dream. This was not happening. "Are you.. are you suggesting that you could feel anything close to the feeling of love? To what I feel for Dean, which is beyond that?"

Crowley again made a surrender sign with his hands. Damn, Castiel was being a bit emotional if the note of hysteria in his voice was anything to go by. "My, my, aren't we a bundle of hormones!" Ok, so maye he shouldn't have but, how could he resist?

Castiel shot to his feet and wobbled for a moment, before he rebalanced and shot out, "You son of a bitch!" At that Crowley caught his breath. Uh oh. Angel sounded pissed. "How dare you insult me after trying to-to advise me on something so serious that it could tear apart this whole entire family? You insolent, loathsome, disgusting, pig-headed bastard!" He was red in the face and really, Crowley was getting a bit nervous. Where the hell was Dean?

"Look angel-" he started only to get cut off when Castiel went into another fit of rage.

"Don't call me that! Don't even think of calling me that! I don't want to hear those words from your mouth, you filthy, slimy, smarmy, putrid-"

"Cas?" There was the sound of clanking as a bowl was set down on the coffee table on the other side of the room and Dean walked in all the way. Castiel was red-faced and breathing heavy and all stressed out. That wasn't healthy, for him or the baby. Dean made his way over to the panting man and sat him back down on the couch where tears welled up in Castiel's eyes and he looked away from Dean and Crowley. Dean rubbed his cheek. "Baby..." he crooned. And then he turned on Crowley. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

Crowley sat farther back in his seat, so surprised he couldn't even move. What the hell? "I-um... what are you-"

"Are you seeing this?"Dean jabbed a finger in Castiel's direction, where the angel was visibly crying now and trying to smother his sobs. "YOU MADE HIM CRY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Dean lunged at Crowley, tackling the demon to the ground where he was soon over-powered. But Dean had a lover's rage on his side and he quickly gained the upper hand and forced Crowley under him where he delivered a punch. He was soon knocked over again until-

"What the hell are you idjits doin' fighting on my floor?"

Dean was released and sat up on the hard wood turning to find Bobby in the doorway. The older man's face was surprised –but not at him. He was looking at Crowley. "What the-"

The demon smiled, actually smiled and said conceitedly, "Miss me?" And with that he kissed Bobby. Right on the mouth. He. Kissed. Bobby. On the mouth.

With tongue.

Dean blinked and even Castiel was shocked out of his tears. Suddenly, he felt a swift kick to the inside of his stomach and the baby sent happy vibes through him, so much that he had to sit back and inhaled sharply. Dean was ignoring the two older men after than and was on the couch with him. "Cas..?"

"Oh," he exhaled. "Oh, they are very happy, Dean. Very." Dean took his hand and was blasted with a shot of happy rays too. Dean actually had to let go. "Very happy. They like Crowley. Very much."

"No shit," he answered, looking back to Bobby and Crowley who had separated and were now just leaning their foreheads together.

"So that's what he meant..." Castiel mused, a smirk on his face, leaving Dean to wonder just what he and the demon had talked about that had gotten Castiel in a tumble.

Dean cleared his throat. "So... um..." He sighed. "Are you banging my dad? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Crowley looked at him, looked to Cas who was very confused, but also blissed out and then laughed, laughed like he meant it and he did. "Oh my... Winchester, Winchester. I don't care what they say, I've always liked you best." Bobby elbowed him in the ribs. "After old sod-face here, that is."

Dean looked to his surrogate father. "Really? Crowley? Really?" Dean made a face. The gay thing, that was no problem. The demon thing, however...

Bobby shrugged. "You don't choose who you love," he said and Dean made a face, as Castiel sapped up.

"Sam's gonna be pissy when he hears about this," Dean said. And then, that was it. He was getting Cas his ice cream and Bobby and Crowley were talking about sleeping arrangements (Dean was tuning those out), they were getting situated on the couch again and that was that. Because really? He was getting married to and had gotten an angel pregnant. Sam was dating an archangel. In some twisted way, it only made sense that Bobby would make a life with something supernatural too, although a demon, never mind Crowley, was the last on his thoughts, and probably even Bobby's.

But as he looked at Cas and how he was scoffing down that disgusting ice cream sundae, he found Bobby's words playing through his head.

You don't choose who you love.

He was right. Who you loved chose you.

Sam and Gabe popped in later that day at around six o'clock. They literally popped in. One minute they were there, the next, poof! Sam was standing in front of Dean, a light bruise forming on his upper cheek and Gabriel was standing beside him, a worried look on his face. They were picking up, apparently, on a conversation they had started earlier.

"Sam, just let me-"

"NO! Gabe, it's a bruise and a few scratches. I'll be fine."

"Sam," Gabriel said, exaggeratingly. "Just let me heal you."

"No. It's unnecessary."

"Yes it is," Gabe insisted.

Sam turned to him. "Give me on good reason why."

And, with the straightest face Dean had ever seen him with, Gabriel said, "Because I don't like to see you hurt."

Sam blinked once, twice and then finally caved. "Fine," he mumbled and Gabriel smiled happily and placed a palm flat down on his chest. In the blink of an eye, Sam's bruised face was smooth and creamy again and the discomfort in his eyes was gone.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Gabe kissed his cheek and said sweetly, "Don't mention it."

Sam just rolled his eyes and turned to the two of them on the couch where they were cuddling. "How was your day? Or... er days? Whatever, you get my meaning."

Dean lifted an eyebrow as Castiel went through their list of names. "Sure, fine. Had a couple surprises."

"Like...?"

"Moose!" They all turned to find Crowley walking in. His coat was off, his shirt sleeves rolled up and of his lips looked redder than usual... well, no one wanted to think about that. Crowley looked to a surprised Gabriel. "And who just might you be?"

Sam blinked and instead of answering his question, asked one of his own. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Crowley made a sour face. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because it's true. Cas burned your bones."

"Again," Crowley said, "Like I would ever let you lot get a hold of them again. You are so incredibly stupid, that I don't know how you've made it this far."

"Probably because of me," Gabe said, smiling. "The name's Gabriel. As in the archangel." He extended a hand. "You are?"

Crowley shook it. And then, his eyes turned black. "The name's Crowley. As in the demon." He took back his hand and tipped his imaginary hat at Gabe.

And instead of going all avenging on his demonic ass, Gabriel put a hand to his heart and said," A sense of humor! A creature after my own heart."

Crowley smiled and looked to Sam. "You've got yourself a keeper here mate."

Sam just looked to Dean who shrugged and looked to Cas who was still pouring over there list. "Um... thank you."

"You're welcome." And Crowley walked back into the kitchen where he planned to molest Bobby as he cooked. But it wasn't really molesting. Not if Bobby liked it. And Bobby definitely liked it.

"Um... am I missing something?" Sam asked as Gabe snickered having heard Crowley's very loud and obnoxious thoughts and Dean smirked because he had been dealing with groping-happy noises coming from the kitchen all day.

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"And that is...?"

"Crowley and Bobby are in a relationship Sam and- what do you think of the name Jeffery Morgan?" Castiel cut in looking up at Sam and Gabe.

Sam blanched while Gabe took the news in stride and said, "Hey, that's not bad. Doing names, are we? How about... Loki Gabriel?"

Sam blinked and before Cas could answer responded, "No, no and no. My nephew or niece is not going to be named Loki Gabriel. That's stupid and, just-no." He crossed his arms and said, "In fact, I veto that name altogether."

Castiel nodded thankfully and Dean just burst out into laughter as Gabriel pouted. "I'd go sulk in the kitchen, but the demon is molesting our landlord, so."

Sam sat down, Gabe plopping in his lap as he asked, "SO... Crowley's alive?" Dean nodded. "And he's with Bobby...?" Castiel nodded. "Right. I need a beer." He made to get up, then stopped when he heard a gasp from the kitchen and sat back down, Gabriel resettling in his lap. "I change my mind. I need brain bleach. What has been heard-"

"Can never be unheard?" Castiel finished. "Yes. Dean had been saying that all afternoon."

Gabriel put on a face of mock horror. "Oh you poor, poor things! All afternoon?" He shuddered for real this time. "That's kind of disgusting."

Dean nodded. "True that. How about Sarah Madison for a girl?" He looked for Sam's reaction and only got a blank look. "Sam? Any opinions?"

But Sam shook his head. "It's a beautiful name," he said quietly. "It really is."

Dean snorted as Castiel said, "Well, there's always Samantha Gabrielle on the list."

At that, both Gabe and Sam looked at him. "Seriously? I think I might veto that one too."

Dean looked at his baby brother. "You don't want our kid to be named after you two?"

Gabe shook his head. "Weird. But whatever. It's your rug-rat."

Castiel shook his head. "Then that's a no."He crossed it out.

The rest of the night was spent blissfully in quiet conversation as Bobby finished making dinner and they all discussed baby names. By the time Crowley walked in and said that dinner was ready in that cocky way of his, full of attitude that made you lose your appetite, they had narrowed it down to a couple for either gender. Dinner was full of light conversation, asking how Sam and Gabe's hunt had gone, asking what Crowley had been doing all this time (mostly staying under the Winchester and co.'s radar) and was pleasant. Castiel had his roast with honey mustard and whip cream and Crowley actually gagged and the rest of them laughed because they were used to it.

And then, after Sam had gone to take a shower in the bathroom on the first floor, Dean went to take one on the second floor. Bobby left to do the dishes and clean up and it was just Castiel, Gabriel and Crowley left in the living room, the two that were able drinking wine and beer.

"So," Gabriel said, turning to Crowley. "Do you see it?"

The demon nodded. He and the Trickster had bonded over dinner. "I do, I do, Gabriel. And its not good at all."

"Mmm, it isn't, is it? And he hasn't said a word to his significant other either," Gabe commented back, shaking his head.

Crowley took a sip of wine as Gabe gulped down some beer and said, "No. And that is likely to cause problems."

Castiel glared at the two of them. He had a feeling that this was going to happen. They were trying to gang up on him, make him tell Dean. "You two should quit while you are ahead," he said in a flat voice.

"Oh the contrary," Crowley started.

"We're just getting started," Gabe finished and they clinked their wine glass and beer bottle together in agreement.

Castiel wasn't tolerating it though. Not now. He wanted a shower, he wanted to cuddle with Dean. He wanted Swiss cheese and chocolate sauce too, but that could wait until it was just him and Dean because Dean never questioned his cravings. "What is it that you two want?"

"Tell him," Gabe said.

"That's all," Crowley added.

"And since when has it become either of your problems?" Castiel asked, and the moment the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were wrong and wanted to take them back.

Gabe's brow darkened. "It's my niece or nephew Castiel and you are my brother. I don't want anything to happen to you and I don't want either you, Dean or Sam to get hurt if anything goes wrong. Or the baby."

Castiel swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and looked at Crowley. "And you? What's your excuse?"

Crowley looked at him, the kindest look on his face and Castiel just thought it foreign to be there. He sighed and shook his head. "Honestly? A year or so back and I wouldn't care at all. But now..." He looked longingly toward the kitchen where Bobby could be heard doing dishes and humming along to the radio. He cocked his head in that direction. "You hear that? He's humming. He does that when he's happy. Its all I want." He pointed to Castiel's belly. "And that baby? The thing sure as hell makes him happy. So there. Its become my problem. My responsibility."

Castiel felt the baby shoot excitement at what appeared being claimed by another important person in its life.

And then, Crowley whispered something that sounded a lot like, "It's my family too." But it was so low and so quiet and so rushed that Castiel couldn't be sure and Gabriel, the traitor that he is, wasn't saying a thing.

"Why won't you tell him?" Gabriel asked then, making sure that Sam, Dean and Bobby were no where near them.

Castiel looked at the two greater beings in front of him and then, sighed. "Because... because if I tell him I'm turning human, he may see that I no longer have purpose here. I'll be useless without my 'angel-mojo' as he calls it. He may not... love me anymore, or care. He fell in love with an angel and if he knows I'm going human..."

Crowley blinked and looked at Gabriel, who was shocked. "So... this bloke's got a few screws loose, eh?"

Gabe nodded. "You said it brother." He looked to Castiel. "Cas, this is Dean we're talking about. Loyal as a golden retriever Dean Winchester. The one who will risk everything for you and his unborn child Dean Winchester. Man, he wouldn't care if you were incompetent. He loves you for Christ-sakes! That's not going to change."

But Crowley was silent. He was studying Castiel. "What else is bothering you?"

Castiel looked away. "What if.. what if I..." he sighed. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

He wasn't going to tell them that he was sure he wasn't going to survive. Gabriel thought he could heal anything, but when it came down to it, it wasn't his specialty. And they probably thought that his humanization would occur after the birth.

And that was just not the case.

It would occur before. And during.

But he wouldn't tell them that.

So Castiel plastered on a smile as they gave him wary looks and Dean came down, still wet from the shower to collect him and give him a bath. He surveyed the quiet looks of thought and distrust, and ignored them to the best of his ability. Because it was his fiancé and baby. Nothing could be going wrong.

Or so he hoped.

Crowley and Gabriel looked at each other once Dean and Castiel were out of earshot. They hadn't known each other long, but they were very similar. They understood each other. Very well actually.

Crowley took another sip of his wine and then said quietly, "He's lying you know."

Gabe nodded absentmindedly and took a swig of beer. "I know. He's my baby brother. I have to know. I just don't know about what."

Crowley nodded slowly then stood as he heard the sink close in the kitchen. "Well. We can always figure it out tomorrow. No point in worrying over things that can't be helped." He left Gabe and wandered into the kitchen.

Gabe sat there finishing off his beer as he heard Sam coming into the room. "Yeah," he said to himself. "There's no point worrying."

Which, to him, was complete and utter bullshit.

So? What say you?

Dean: No comment.

Cas:... Am I going to die?

Dean: Not on my watch, you're not.

Sam: Crap, he is, isn't he?

Gabe: Wow, that sucks.

Cas: O.O Dean?

Dean: Cas, you're not gonna die. *glares at me* Right?

Me: *swallow* Um... well...

Dean: O.O WHAT?

Cas: *sob*

Sam: OMG.

Gabe: *gasp*

Eve: EGADS! You can't!

Me: I never said...*sigh* Oh whatever. You'll have to wait and see.

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Also, also, also! I have a poll for baby names. Vote for your two favorite ones, a boy name and a girl one... please!

Nothing Is Ever Easy: Episode 6