Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Warnings: Mpreg, Wincest, No Mark of Cain (At least not yet), Kevin's alive

Please feel free to comment, I love to hear what people think and if there's something I need to work on. This and the next chapter are late Holiday chapters.

Chapter 7: An Angel Stole My Wallet

A few weeks had passed as Sam entered his second month in pregnancy and started to have cravings, mostly late night ones. Dean didn't find out about them until the night before Thanksgiving when he woke up to the sound of someone moving around his room. Dean sat up and turned on the light next to his bed. Cas stood in the middle of the room, holding the jeans Dean wore that day in one hand and Dean's wallet.

"Hey, Cas," Dean said, "What are you doing with my wallet?"

"I need money," Castiel told.

"I can see that," Dean said nodding at his wallet, "Why?"

"Sam would like some Candy-Cane ice cream and there isn't any here," Castiel said.

"Oh," Dean said getting out of bed and grabbing his pants from Castiel," I can go get it."

"You don't need to," Castiel told him.

"Hey," Dean said, "I was the one who knocked him up, if anyone should make the midnight craving runs it should be me. Now give me my wallet please."

Dean held out his hand for his wallet but Castiel shook his head," I can't."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Sam asked me, not you," Castiel answered.

"So?"

"He wants me, not you," Castiel told him, bringing his hand up to touch Dean's head," I think you should go back to sleep."

"Cas, don-"

The next thing Dean knew, it was morning, his jeans laid on the bed beside him and his wallet was on the desk with a Wal-Mart receipt next to it. Dean let out an annoyed groan before getting up and heading to the door. He opened it and poked his head out to see if anyone was in the hall before stepping out. He made his way to Sam's door and knocked.

"Come in," Sam responded.

Dean walked in and smile when he saw Sam with his shirt undone, Dean noticed that Sam had a smallish, barely visible baby bump," Why haven't I notice the bump before?"

"What?" Sam asked before looking down at his stomach and quickly buttoning up his shirt," My clothes tend to hide it right now."

"Oh," Dean said reaching his hand out, "Can I…touch it?"

Sam sighed, "I just got Castiel to stop stroking my bump, maybe later…okay?"

"Cas knows you're starting to show?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam said with a nod, "He's really helping me."

"How?" Dean asked.

"Well, he gives me backrubs when my back is really sore, and foot rubs to," Sam answered.

"I can give you backrubs," Dean reasoned.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, "No you can't, you tried to give me one before and it made my back hurt more."

"Fine, is that all he does for you?" Dean asked.

"Well, he draws me bubble baths sometimes and holds my hair if I have morning sickness," Sam said with a shrug.

"He hasn't seen you naked, has he?" Dean asked.

"No…why'd you ask?" Sam asked.

"It's just, him drawing you baths sounds really intimate," Dean said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I guess it does but he's only a very caring, angelic friend," Sam told Dean, grabbing a hold of Dean's hand, "There's nothing to worry about, it may not seem like it now but I still love you."

"That's good to hear, I love you to," Dean said with a small smile that Sam returned before letting go of Dean's hand.

"Was there something you needed?" Sam asked.

"Not really," Dean said with a shrug, "I just wanted to ask you why you asked Cas to get you the ice cream last night."

"How'd you know about that?" Sam asked, one eyebrow raised in question.

"Cas came to my room last time and stole my wallet," Dean told him.

Sam giggled a little, "Really? I'm so sorry, he didn't take the money I tried to give him so I thought he must have some of his own…not yours."

"I didn't mind him using my money to pay for it, I just…would have liked to be the one who got it for you," Dean told him.

"That would mean waking you up in the middle of the night," Sam reasoned.

"I wouldn't mind it, I want to be a part of this experience with you," Dean said.

Sam nodded," You are but Castiel doesn't sleep so I think it would just be easier for Cas to do the late night craving runs."

"I want to do the late night craving runs," Dean said.

Sam sighed, sounding a bit tired and irritated, "Can we talk about this later? I need to go help Benny in the kitchen."

Dean wanted to say no but he could tell by the annoyance in Sam's voice that it could lead to a fight and he didn't want to ruin the good moment they were having. Dean looked down," Yeah, I guess."

Sam nodded and walked past him to leave the room. Dean followed him out to the room and headed to their TV room to watch the Thanksgiving parade. Kevin and Castiel was already there, Kevin sat in a recliner with a smile while Castiel sported a look of confusion. Dean took a seat on the couch next to Castiel.

Castiel turned to him, "I don't understand what is so great about watching people carry around big balloons."

"It helps people get into the holiday season," Dean said with a shrug, "On Thanksgiving, there are two things people tend to watch, Football and the Marcy's Parade."

"Will we be watching Football next than?" Castiel asked.

"Maybe, if Kevin wants to," Dean said looking toward Kevin. Kevin shook his head no and Dean sighed, "Doesn't look like it."

"Than what will we watch when this is over?" Castiel asked.

"I don't know," Dean said with a shrug, "Hey Cas, I can ask you something?"

"Of course," Castiel replied.

"Could you stop…helping Sam so much?" Dean asked.

"Do you not want Sam to be comfortable and happy?" Castiel questioned.

"Of course," Dean answered.

"Then I do not understand what you are asking," Castiel stated.

Dean sighed," You know how you bought ice cream last night for Sam?"

Castiel nodded.

"Could you not do that again?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry Dean but I feel the need to satisfy any craving he may have," Castiel told him.

"Uhm…just food cravings, right?" Dean asked.

Castiel didn't answer, he stood up," I think I will help the others in the kitchen."

"Wait Cas," Dean said trying to stop the angel, but Castiel disappeared and Dean turned to Kevin," You don't think he'd try to sleep with Sam…do you?"

Kevin shrugged," He never really seemed interested in Sam before but they are spending a lot of time together lately."

"Great," Dean huffed before turning to the TV and trying not to think about Castiel sleeping with Sam. Benny and Sam spent the whole day cooking, dinner wasn't ready until around 5 pm. They all took seats at a decorated table in the library and began to eat supper, making friendly conversion as they ate. Dean, after making sure Castiel wasn't sitting by Sam, kept a close eye on the angel to make he didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to. Afterwards they all headed to the TV room where everyone laid around and watched a little TV. Dean sat at one end at the couch and Sam laid down on it, resting his head on Dean's lap. After a little while Sam gently grabbed Dean's arm and pulled it down to rest on the little baby bump. Dean looked down a Sam in hopefully question, Sam gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to the TV.

Dean kind of forgot about the midnight craving problem for the next week, he was too busy trying to get Sam's present ready for Christmas as while as finding a counselor. As far as he knew, Sam didn't have any more cravings at night. That was until one night that Castiel woke him up.

"What's up Cas?" Dean asked slowly sitting up.

"Sam wants cherry pie," Castiel stated.

"Don't we have some in the kitchen?" Dean asked.

Castiel shook his head," No, Sam ate the rest of it during the day."

"Okay, are you here for my wallet than?" Dean asked.

"No, Sam requires you to go get it," Cas told him.

"Oh," Dean said getting out of bed quickly, he found some clothes and put him on," I'll go get it than."

Castiel nodded and followed him down to where the impala was," May I come with you?"

Dean opened the driver's door," Sure."

They got in and silently drove to an all-night grocery store. They found the cherry pie quickly and went up to a checkout counter. Dean paid for the pie, grabbed the pie, and began to head out until Cas tipped him on the shoulder. Dean turned around and looked at the angel in question.

"May I carry the pie?" Castiel asked.

"Uhm, sure," Dean said handing the pie over to Cas.

"Thank you," Castiel said quite innocently before zapping out.

Dean stared at the spot Cas stood a few seconds ago before yelling out," God damn angel!"

He stormed over to his car, harshly opened the door, got in, slammed the door, and drove off back to the bunker at top speed. He parked the impala in its spot before getting out and slamming the door again. Dean made his way to Sam's room and opened the door without knocking. Sam looked up at Dean in wonder, the cherry pie rested beside him on the bed. Cas was resting his head on Sam's baby bump, purring softly.

"Dean, what are you still doing up?" Sam asked.

"I just got back," Dean hissed at him.

"What?" Sam asked before looking down at Cas, "You said he got back earlier and went straight to bed."

Castiel looked down, almost as if he was ashamed of the lie he told, "I lied."

"Why?" Sam asked.

Instead of answering Sam, Cas zapped himself out.

"Damn it Cas, get back here," Dean yelled at the ceiling, "I want to yell at you."

They waited a few seconds for Cas to reappear but he didn't, they wouldn't see him again for a few days. Dean looked over at Sam, "Sorry for being rude to you."

"It's okay," Sam said patting the bed, "Come sit with me."

Dean took him up on his offer and took a space on the other side of the pie. Sam grabbed a fork from his nightstand and handed it to Dean. They spent most of the night sharing the pie and talking about things, mostly the baby.

"Do you want to know if it's a girl or boy?" Dean asked taking a bite of the cherry pie.

"I kind want it to be a surprise," Sam told him.

"I been thinking about names," Dean said.

"Really?" Sam asked surprised, "Tell me."

"I actually kind of liked the name…Bobby-John," Dean replied with a shrug.

"It kind of grows on you doesn't it," Sam agreed with him.

Dean nodded, "I thought about maybe naming the baby Mary if it's a girl but I don't want her to feel like she has to be like our mom, I rather our child have nothing to do with demons, ghost, angels, or anything supernatural."

"That's kind of surprising," Sam told him.

"I know, it's the only life I've ever known," Dean agreed, "But I want them to have a long life without dealing with things we've had to deal with."

"Does that mean we're out of the hunting game?" Sam asked him.

"I haven't decided yet," Dean said, "It seems like there's always something that drags us back in anytime we try to quit."

Sam nodded, "Well…have you thought any other names for a girl?"

"I've always liked the name Emma," Dean answered.

Sam thought for a minute before nodding, "I think it's perfect."