Sorry this is late guys, but the server's all wonky and i had to look at Susangel's message to see how to post this again! So mre fluff and worry in this chapter.

Dean: Oh joy.

Cas: I hope this will be good.

Sam: She's an awesome writer, Cas. 'Course it'll be good.

Gabe: T.T Says YOU.

Eve: Someone's PMSing.

Cas: *headtiltofthelord* WHat is this... PMSing.

Eve: *whisperwhisper*

Cas: O.O Then Sam PMS's a lot.

Sam: *facepalm*

Gabe: TROLOLOL.

Dean: HAHA! BITCH!

Sam: JERK.

Me: This is my discalimer. I don't own it!

Nothing Is Ever Easy: Episode 7

They were in the Impala. Dean was driving in the front seat and Castiel is sitting beside him in the front seat, hands on his large stomach. He doesn't get out much, as earlier stated. He sort of can't, what with being a pregnant man and all. But today is an exception. They were kicked out of the house. By Crowley. But only Dean and Cas were asked to leave. So of course, Cas and Dean were suspecting some kind of party, although they had explicitly said no the last time Gabe had asked. It was kind of a low blow when they got Crowley involved, since the baby for some weird reason, adored Crowley and would get slightly ticked at Cas if they didn't listen or if Dean fought with the demon.

So they had left.

Dean didn't know what to do. He had planned on spying on them, but Castiel had wanted to go for a drive and had blinked up at Dean and in a large t-shirt to accommodate his extra volume and soft jeans to stay comfortable Dean had rolled his eyes and mumbled that yeah, sure, they could go on a drive if Cas really wanted to.

And he did.

And that was how Dean found himself glancing at Cas from the corner of his eye as the angel stared out the window talking to the baby, describing the sights and trees and forests that they passed in Enochian and Latin and English. Dean found it adorable, a smile finding its way to his face. He really loved Cas, he did, and although he didn't believe that you could ever get away from hunting, it was like the mafia in that way, Cas was making him rethink everything. Maybe he couldn't be out permanently, but eh could go on less hunts, closer to home, stay with Cas and the baby.

Cas and the baby. He shook his head, smiling silly at how much he liked that phrase. Cas still hadn't made his mind up on the names and Dean wasn't complaining. He was gonna let Cas take his sweet time thinking. He had a plan anyway. This was how he was hoping things would work out: Cas would have the baby, and after he/she was a few months old, all of them, including his brother and Gabe and Crowley and Bobby, would make a road-trip to the east coast (since he didn't trust planes, not with his family, not with himself) and they would get married there. They could then go back to Bobby's and use that as home base.

He liked the idea and while it was still an idea and had a lot of grey areas, he thought it was doable. He could make it work and he knew that he would have help behind him. But he could think about that later. Right now, at this very moment, Dean wanted to just spend time with his fiancé and unborn baby. He took a left, heading to a river that Bobby used to take him and Sam to when John left him with the boys. It had a nice picnic area and the sun hit the spot just right on sunny days like this.

Which was why Dean found it hilarious when he turned to tell Cas they were there and he found his angel asleep. He didn't wake him up, just let him sleep and watched him. He knew it was weird, at least for other people, normal people, since staring was kind of his and Cas's thing, but he couldn't help himself. His angel was too beautiful not to look at, especially carrying his child. Dean took this moment to get a good look at Castiel, to look at what he had and thought he would always have. Cas's hair was in a rough and tumble mess of spikes that stuck up in impossibly ridiculous directions. His thick eye lashes brushed his cheeks and cast small shadows down the length of his face, dancing across his creamy skin. His lips were so, so pink, that sometimes Dean wondered if the color was an angel thing, although all the angels he had seen had had normal colored lips. Or maybe he was just judging, since when it came to Cas he biased.

But no, Cas was beautiful and Dean sometimes laughed at how stupid he was to take so long to figure out how perfect he was for him, how he didn't see the signs fast enough. He should have, seeing as he always felt sick to his stomach whenever women at bars that they went to would throw themselves at Cas, or whenever Cas would get even marginally hurt, all Dean could think of was 'is he alright?' even though he had a gaping hole in his side. Cas meant everything to him.

Dean shook his head. He didn't want to think about the past and all those past thoughts, all the feelings of regret coming to him and making him feel sick or worried that Cas would leave. There was no leaving Cas now, not on Dean's end. The guy was having his child, his own flesh and blood, and he had agreed to marry him. Dean shouldn't be worrying so much. He took a deep breath and went back to observing Cas. He needed, Dean noted with hilarity, a good shave. A moment's thought though, made him change his mind; he liked the sandpaper feel when Cas would rub his cheek against his jaw.

Dean looked down and a smile exploded on his face. Cas had a full on baby belly, the kind you would see on women seven or eight months pregnant. It was kind of weird, he wasn't going to lie, but it was also very beautiful. There was a living thing inside him right at this very moment and it was part of Dean. He felt a strong wave of possessiveness surge through him at the thought of that baby, of Cas, his family. He was really doing it, doing what most hunters tried to stay away from. He was making a family and God-damn him if he failed at keeping them safe.

With that thought, Dean took a relaxing and calming breath and quietly got out of the car. The river and clearing were isolated; not many people came to it for the simple reason that they were unaware of its existence. But Dean was ok with that. He wanted to have some private time. He walked toward the cool water and stood on its banks and simply thought.

Castiel shifted in his seat and then , in one smooth and panicked motion, he sat straight up, ramrod straight. He looked about himself to find that he was in a car. More importantly, he was in the Impala, which meant that Dean was...

Castiel looked to the driver's seat and felt a wave of panic at the fact that Dean wasn't there. He looked out his side window and saw trees, green grass, lush bushes, a river...He throat felt like it was full of cotton at the sight of the river. What if Dean had went to go see it, to think, and had slipped and fallen in? What if he had hit his head on the way down and landed face down in the water? What if, at this very moment, he was drowning? What if he was dead?

Castiel scrambled to get out of the car, his hands shaking and sweating, slipping on the metal door handle. He finally caught a hold of it securely and pushed it open, throwing it closed with a loud smack. He forgot for a moment that there could be other people around and the sight of a pregnant man would definitely have people screaming that the end was nigh, but he didn't care. He needed to find Dean. Strangely the baby wasn't concerned at all, like it had been the other times that there had been something wrong or right. Maybe Castiel was overreacting, maybe he was freaking out for nothing-

"Dean!" he yelled. Well never mind then. He'd just scream his name until he came. "Dean! Dean! Where are you! Dean, DEAN!" Castiel heard the sound of his voice, how panicked and hysteric it sounded, so when Dean came out from behind a tree, face worried, he was a lot less surprised by that and more relieved that the man he loved was alright.

Dean ran over, nervous. Had something happened? Was Cas ok? Was the baby ok? "Cas," he said when he got to the angel, "Cas, what's wrong? What is it? You ok?"

Castiel took one look at Dean and then collapsed in his arms in tears. Dean just held onto the shaking angel as he sobbed like he was used to these feeling fluctuations and dealt with it everyday. Which was exactly the case. "I-I just-you weren't...I couldn't find you!" Castiel muttered into Dean's shirt, slowing his cries. He breathed heavily in and with the air came the scent of Dean. He smelled like motor oil and aftershave, like metal and leather, like beer and wood shavings. Castiel inhaled it and was instantly relaxed. It was the smell of home.

"Hey, Cas, shh," Dean murmured. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He rubbed the angel's back. "You're stuck with your baby-daddy." Dean pulled back for a moment and then grabbed Cas by the hand, walking him over to the lonesome picnic table in the clearing. He sat down with Cas beside him, facing out toward the water. "About the baby-daddy thing..."

"What about it?"

"Well, who is the daddy?" Dean asked.

Castiel tilted his head. He didn't understand. "I do not understand."

Dean sighed. "Sam and Gabe have easy titles: Uncle Sammy and Uncle Gabe. Bobby and Crowley have easy titles: Grandpa Bobby and Grandpa Crowley."

Castiel stopped him here. "Grandpa Crowley?" He smirked.

Dean blushed. "What? If Crowley wants to screw around with my dad then he sure as hell is gonna get forced into this family." Now Dean was smirking. "Maybe he can be Grandma Crowley, what with all the ordering around he does." It was true. Crowley made sure Bobby's huge house was spick-span clean and he was always riding people about. He had literally taken control.

Castiel shook his head. "You were saying?"

Dean nodded. "Anyway, everyone else gets a title and a name, but as the baby's parents we don't. So what are we going to be called? I'm not having our kid go around and call us Daddy Dean and Daddy Cas. I never called my dad John. So...?"

Castiel saw the implication. It would also confuse the child to have to call two people 'Dad'. They might not know which one the baby was referring to. "Any suggestions?"

Dean shrugged. "The way I see it, there are two different father-figure names: Dad, and the variations of Daddy, Dadio, etc. And Papa, with the variations of Pops, Pa and likewise." Dean peered at Cas. "Now we just have to see who's who. So Cas. Which one do you want?"

Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Do you prefer one or the other Dean?"

Dean looked away quickly, his giveaway that he was about to lie. "Psh, no. I don't care. Choose which ever."

"Dean."

"Cas."

"Dean."

"Cas."

"DEAN."

"CAS." But Dean laughed at the peeved expression on his face. "Ok, ok. Untwist your boxers." Castiel was smiling on the inside. Dean didn't have to know. "I kinda prefer...Dad for me. Only 'cause the one whose not having the baby is usually referred to as the Dad. But if you wanna be Dad, I can totally understand. You're the one who's having the baby."

Castiel smiled. "Dean. I honestly don't care. If you would like to be called Dad by our child, then that is alright with me. I don't mind Papa." And he didn't. He actually found he preferred it.

Dean looked like a load had been taken off of his shoulders. "Great. Ok. Glad that's settled then."

Castiel nodded and then looked around. "So... why here?"

Dean looked at the lake and smiled. "Bobby used to take us here when my Dad would drop us off with him. He used to let us play in the water and he'd have lunch out over here. When we were younger, he brought us here every day, just so we could get our minds off of our dad and the reasons why he was gone. But as I got older..." Dean shrugged. "It was more for Sammy then."

Castiel nodded.

And then, Dean opened his eyes wide and looked at Cas. "Cas," he said a stream of doubt going through him. "God Cas, what if I'm like that? Leaving the baby around? What if I'm not a good parent? What if... what if the baby hates me? There was a long time when my dad thought Sammy hated him and he was wrecked. God, Cas... Cas I couldn't stand it they hated me. What if I let something get to them? Something supernatural? Cas, oh God I couldn't live with that, Cas." Dean reached out a hand to Cas's stomach, but stopped halfway there. "Cas..." Dean shook his head. "Cas, what am I gonna do? I'm not parent material. What if... what if I-"

Castiel covered Dean's mouth with his hand and smiled. "Dean, the fact that you're actually worrying means you'll be amazing with them. They will love you, just like I love you, and you will love them. Nothing will happen to them, I promise, I know you won't let anything happen to them."

Dean seemed to calm down at that. He leaned over and kissed Castiel on the mouth. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. And I'll have you. I'll have you. We can do this. Together."

Castiel almost broke and told Dean right there and then that he was probably not going to make it. Actually, it would take a miracle for him to live and God just didn't do those anymore these days. But instead, he bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. "Always," he said.

The drive back to Bobby's was postponed with a quick stop to a diner where Dean got Cas a burger he was craving insanely. They drove back throwing names around.

"I still like John Robert," Dean said.

Castiel shrugged. "It may be a girl."

"In that case, Mary Ellen," Dean responded.

Castiel sighed. "You are really adamant on naming our child after its biological grandparents."

Dean shrugged. "Mom and Dad aren't here to see Baby Winchester, so I'd like to honor them in some way."

Castiel nodded. Understandable. "But I still like Jonah Gabriel."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I like that too. It's like... Gabe and Jo, but Jo's name is a boy name in this version. You know?"

Castiel could only nod as he was chewing the last of his burger. They were at a red light and Dean smiled as he leaned over and kissed Castiel on the mouth, a piece of already chewed burger finding its way into his mouth. He pulled back on the green and smiled, then stopped and curiously chewed. Castiel looked a little horrified, but Dean just shrugged. "Whatever."

When they got to Bobby's, which was quickly becoming 'home', Dean pulled up in the driveway and looked around suspiciously. The lights were off. "I don't like this," he said, helping Castiel out of the car.

The angel-but-but-really shrugged. "No one likes surprise parties. Especially when they aren't a surprise anymore."

Dean had to agree with that.

They walked up to the house, hand in hand and then into the house, still hand in hand. Dean didn't let go of Cas, not even when they walked into the dark study and the lights were flicked on and everyone yelled, "SURPRISE!"

Dean almost went for his gun. But his hand was still in Cas's.

Sam was wearing the dorkiest hat ever and Gabe had a matching one, although since he was shorter it looked more appropriate on him. Bobby was in the back, putting down a cake, no hat though, and Crowley was beside him with plates, a hat on his head. HE looked even more ridiculous than Sam did, but probably because he was an ex-evil demon.

"Congrats guys!" Sam said excited! He gave Dean a hug, which the oldest Winchester did not return, and then turned and gave Cas a hug, although he was gentle. Gabe just laughed and nodded to them. Dean was grateful for that.

"Ok, who wants some cake?" Bobby asked. Sam was still babbling on how they had been planning the little get together for ever so Bobby then snapped, "They don't care, you freakishly tall idjit. I think your brother an' his angel just want cake."

Sam grumble but then brightened. "Crowley made the cake. From scratch."

Already Dean was making a face, although he wondered why Gabe looked so content with his cake. He figured that the trickster would just eat anything. "Am I going to die from this?" Dean asked him.

Crowley scowled and then smugly smiled. "Do you want to find out?"

Dean mimicked him rudely but took a piece of cake. Castiel took one as well and scoffed his down, looking pleased. And then Dean took a bite. And another one, and another one. He looked to Crowley and made a face. A good face. "Dude," he dragged out. "What is this?"

Crowley smiled. "Scottish custard cake. Not that bad eh?"

Dean shook his head. "Pwety gooh," he mumbled around a mouth of cake.

Crowley nodded, making a bad face at seeing the food in Dean's mouth. "That's great. Now shut up and chew." Dean snapped his mouth closed. Well then.

Castiel got another piece and ate beside Dean, making happy and satisfied noises that Dean was going to have to ignore if he didn't want to rip these jeans. And he loved these jeans. So ignore he did. Sam ate with a vengeance and by the time they were all done, there was one piece of cake left. Bobby eyed it, as did Dean, Sam and Cas. Gabe claimed he was all good and Crowley smirked as he watched the humans fight for his baking. Not bad for a demon.

On some silent command, they all jumped for it. Gabe and Crowley shared a look and chuckled. When the humans and Cas leaned out, there was no cake. They looked about and then heard the laughing and found Gabe and Crowley sharing it on a paper plate. There were scowls all around.

"Really?" Bobby said. "Him?"

"Yeah, Gabe, I'm insulted." Sam bitch-faced.

"You're couched," Bobby and Sam said in unison after that and shared a twin look of smugness as Crowley and Gabe, still with cake in their mouths, shared a twin look of horror.

"Oh no way," gabe choked out.

"I refuse!" Crowley exclaimed.

And Cas and Dean could only laugh.

"Speaking of you two," Crowley said, getting up and shoving his last piece into Bobby's mouth to quiet the old hunter's chuckles. "We still have gifts."

Dean lifted an eyebrow. "Oh great, do we even want to know?"

Crowley scowled and brought in a few presents all in yellow and green wrapping paper. Dean remembered Sam telling him that green and yellow were neutral colors when you were having a baby and didn't know what it was. How sweet of Crowley to remember. Totally Grandma Crowley.

"Here," the demon said. "These are from Bobby and me."

"They are?" Bobby said, swallowing the last of his bite of cake. Crowley shot him a look. "Right. Those presents."

"At least we know who the woman in that relationship is," Gabe quirked, getting a smile from Sam.

"And by that comment, we know who the woman in yours is too," Crowley shot back, making Gabe blush and Sam laugh. He turned to Dean and Cas. "Go on. Open them."

Castiel shrugged and tore into the first one. It was small but contained a two-way baby monitor. That would definitely come in handy. Dean opened the next one and found a jet black baby car seat/baby carrier and he smiled like an idiot because the black so went with his car. In a few bags there were black and white onsies.

"Thank you so much," Castiel said, smiling at Crowley and Bobby. The two of them just shrugged.

"It was his idea," Bobby said, jerking a thumb at his partner.

"We sorta figured," Dean responded, making gabe laugh.

Sam held up a finger then and disappeared. He came back with a few presents himself. "Sammy," Dean said.

"Hey, hey," Sam answered. "None of that now. They're our niece or nephew. We get to pitch in too."

Dean looked at Cas. They had been discussing something on the ride home. "About that..."

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean looked to Cas. "You wanna ask babe?"

The angel nodded. And then he looked to Gabriel and Sam. "Would you two do us the honor of...?" He took a breath. "Becoming the baby's godparents?"

There was a moment of silence when the whole group just took in the news. And then, Gabe cracked a smile. "Seriously? You're ok with this Dean?"

Dean nodded. "Hell yeah. Besides their grandparents," Dean threw a look at Crowley and Bobby who were beaming him smiles, "I wouldn't trust my kid with anyone but you two."

Sam's eyes were shining and Gabe was trying to keep his from doing so too. "Um... yeah, guys," Sam said looking to Gabe who nodded. "God yes. We'd love to. Of course. Wow." He shook his head. "Now I feel like we got you two a lame-ass gift."

"Godparents," Gabe said. "Never thought I'd see the day where I was a godparent. Wouldn't Dad be having a laugh attack just about now?"

Castiel rolled his eyes and opened a bag. There were more clothes. But they were black and white again. Had Sam and Gabe been collaborating with Crowley? He shook his head as Dean open a wrapped gift and smiled. He took a black blanket out. On it was an embroidered W. For Winchester.

"Sammy," Dean said, because he was sure that it was his brother.

But Sam put up his hands and pointed to Gabe. "Totally him, dude."

Gabe shrugged, hiding the blush. "Whatever. Thought it was cute. And the blanket's soft. Wouldn't want my god-kid to be cold now would I?"

Dean smiled, but understood the man's aversion to chick-flick moments perfectly. He nodded his thanks. "Thank you Gabriel," Castiel said.

In a few more gift boxes were bottles and diapers to start off with, a few toys and even two hats: one that said demon, the other angel. Castiel looked to Gabe who was smiling devilishly. "Oh yes I did. And my god child is totally wearing them at some point in their young life."

Castiel just sighed, but Dean looked ecstatic. Sam had a few mini versions of Led Zeppelin, Metallica, CCR, AC/DC and BOC t-shirts. Dean held them to his chest and said, "Sam. I love you man. God, my kids gonna look adorable in these!"

There was a moment of silence. And then everyone, including Dean, burst out laughing. "Well that was worth the wait," Gabe said between gasps.

"Wow guys, that was better than I expected it to be," Dean said. He shook his head. "Thank you." Castiel nodded as well.

As Bobby started to pick up wrapping paper and Crowley the cups, plates and cake, Sam shook his head. "We have on more present left. Leave those, Bobby and Crowley will get it."

Dean and Castiel nodded and left the gifts behind in the study, following Gabe and Sam up the stairs. They had no idea what was in store for them. They could not guess and their brothers weren't talking.

So when Sam opened a door and Gabe walked them in, a nursery was not what they were expecting.

Dean couldn't speak, too choked up to say a word. Castiel felt tears well into his eyes and let Dean hold him close, let the tears fall. It was so perfect. The walls were painted black, as was the ceiling, but white stars and shooting stars dotted them like the heavens. There was soft white carpet on the floor and several white dressers with black feet and draws. The closet was slightly open and more clothes were inside it. There was even a dress, a whim Sam later explained that he couldn't control. Just in case it was a girl.

There was a crib in the corner of the room. It was white with a black bed and cover, small black and white teddy-bears sprawled across it. They were unicorns Dean and Castiel later discovered, a whim Gabriel couldn't control. Just in case they liked them. There was a dresser with a hutch a little ways from the crib the was also black and white. It had a baby changing station on it and a place for baby toiletries. On the hutch was a shelf, and on the shelf rested a record player, the shelf above it containing vinyl records, including Led Zeppelin and the Beatles.

Castiel walked over to the crib, hand on his stomach and with his other hand, tapped the mobile about it. There were angels prancing around, chased by demons and monsters. Or maybe it was the other way around, the monsters chased by angels and hunters. Castiel noticed that the walls not only contained stars but pentagrams, anti-possession symbols. The ceilings had devil's traps worked into them and Solomon's Keys, and the windows were double paned, a salt lining between the glasses so that it was a permanent fix. The light was above, connected to a fan that had Enochian protection symbols permanently painted on and Castiel was sure that all the lotion and baby wipes had had holy water added to them. Hell, even if he looked at the diapers, he was sure there were pentagrams and Enochian wards on them.

Their baby was safe.

"Sam, Gabe," Dean tried to get something out. He was in awe and wonder of the room. It was super safe and double protected, triple shielded. He bet there was even iron and silver in the walls.

"Yeah," Gabe said, smiling and reading his mind, "There is."

"You guys, you... God I love you guys," Dean said, his eyes misting over. Don't cry Winchester, he told himself. He barely managed to listen.

"This is amazing," Castiel breathed. He looked at them and wiped at his face. "Thank you."

Sam shrugged. "Hey no problem. I guess you get why we all bought you black and white stuff."

Gabe nodded. "We thought yellow and green were disgusting. Black and white is just so much more... clean, you know? Fresh and new. Just like the baby." He grinned in that way of his and then took out a lollypop, popping it into Castiel's mouth as he walked by. "Well, me and my lover," he beckoned to Sam and the giant man followed him, "Are going to leave you two to it."

They walked out and Dean let out a contented sigh, pulling Cas close to him so they could admire the room together with leisure this time. "You know what this means," Dean said.

"What?" Castiel answered playfully.

Dean turned him to face himself. He kissed Cas's forehead. "I guess we'll be staying in the area for a while."

Castiel chuckled. "That's not a bad thing."

"No," Dean said holding his five months pregnant fiancé closer and kissing his lips. "That's not a bad thing at all."

So guys? What do you think? Sorry it took so long! But the story's almost over. Actually...

Cas goes into labor the next chapter!

Sorry, but this might take a while. There will be stuff that happens leading up to it, a lot IN IT, and stuff after it. Then there will be an epilogue. So...

Dean: Its almost over?

Cas: D8 *is sad* I quite enjoy this.

Sam: yeah, me too. does anything happen with me and Gabe?

Me: Do you want it to?

Gabe: YESH!

Eve: YESH!

Me: Ok. Then sure, i'll throw in something for you two.

Sam&Gabe&Eve: *smile* 8D

So... Review guys?