Title: Crave
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: K
Prompt: Mpreg destiel with Dean craving weird things.
Notes: Unbeta'd.
The lettuce in the bowl makes a loud 'crunch' as Dean tabs at it, grumbling when it doesn't stay on the fork. "Salad, of all things? It just had to be salad," Dean mumbles, stabbing again at the crouton and ranch covered lettuce.
Cas just smiles – amused at his husbands behavior – continuing to rub his back. "It could be worse you know," Cas says half-heartedly.
Dean just glares up at him, mouth still full and chewing angrily at the salad. He swallows after a second, Adam's apple bobbing. "And pray tell," Dean starts sarcastically, "What could be worse than this?"
Cas stares down at the offending salad, lips pursing to one side in thought. "It could be insects."
Dean's eyes widen in surprise, nose wrinkling in distaste. Cas just chuckles, hands coming up to take the bowl from Dean's hands. "People like…actually eat that stuff?"
Castiel stands up, smiling, gazing back at his mate. "Yes, Dean, they do. They are considered delicacies in some places, though most people don't really eat them anymore. Kind of a shame, they're so high in protein."
Dean just gags from where he was sitting on the bed, hand coming up to rest on his extended stomach. "That's the grossest thing I've ever heard."
Castiel just throws his head back and laughs, the sound filling up the room. Dean smiles despite himself gazing loving at his husband.
Castiel recovers after a moment, hand gripping the bowl tightly. He levels his gaze back to Dean's and moves back to the bed, placing a hand over Dean's womb.
"Is there anything else you want?" Cas ask softly, hand running over Dean's stomach softly. He watches as Dean grimaces, one hand scrunching up in the sheets.
"Do you have…do we have any bananas?" Dean questions, nose scrunching up.
Castiel just chuckles, caressing Dean's stomach one more time before he stands up. "I'll see if we do," He said and kissed Dean's head.
Cas comes back a moment later, bunch of bananas in tow. He sets them on the bed before crawling back up to lay beside Dean. Dean grabs at one, peeling it with nimble fingers.
"I don't know why I keep craving healthy things," Dean grumbles, cramming the banana in his mouth.
"Doesn't matter," Castiel says, nose nuzzling under Dean's chin. "I love you, anyway."
Dean sighs and then speaks," I love you too, even if you did this to me."
Castiel just grins.