Ch. 3 Inescapable you

a/n: Thanks again for the lovely reviews you guys! I'm really glad people aren't too deterred by the mpreg factor. If it does squick you a bit, I promise that Dean, angry and pregnant against his will will be endless entertainment? :P I also forgot to mention the narrative change in Chapter 2, I like writing first person present tense narratives, but it's much easier to write this way since things will be going on outside of Dean and Castiel's POV. I could have changed it to a third person subjective narrative in the first chapter, but alas I was lazy. . . So forgive and if you haven't noticed, I like leaving authors notes. The only important stuffs are in bold really, so you can skip this if you want! :P

Chapter warning(s): Language, Fluff, and slight voyeurism. Fictional views on Creationism.

Disclaimer: I own no Supernatural, only Kripke and the CW do and for the love of God sir, stop killing Castiel! The views and beliefs on religion in this work are created purely for fictional purposes only. They are in no way a reflection of Eric Kripke, CW, or my own beliefs.

Oh yeah, is it ok if I just pretend that Gabriel didn't die. . .?

Tensions were running high with Dean and Castiel with their new living arrangements, well mainly Dean was the one who was tense, but Cas was clearly starting to get impatient with Dean's attitude towards him. Castiel had suggested that they be moderately secluded as they needed time to, "strengthen their bond" as Cas infuriatingly persisted calling it so. Dean was not keen on phrasing it that way or secluding himself with Cas on any level, alas there he ended up, renting a private hotel room with the angel, standing awkwardly as they booked it. The clerk kept passing them annoying knowing glances. Dean felt like kicking a puppy.

"That will be room 14, it's a suite with a hot tub. There are. . . Privacy notices in the drawer," She smirked, wiggling her brow and Dean wanted to throttle her for not having any shame at all. He glared daggers at her instead and took his key, stomping away from the counter and upstairs toward the room. Giving the angel a key as well, the clerk looked at Castiel in question at the behavior his roommate showed.

"He's been very. . . frustrated as of late. He wants to hurry up and get it done with so he can get back to his normal routine," The girl nodded in understanding, reaching out to pat Cas on the shoulder.

"Ask for a warm sheet before you do it, it should relax him and darling, and it'll be as easy as pie," She winked and Castiel nodded, taking her suggestion seriously, completely missing the innuendo.

Dean ended up on his bed and sulking like a five year old, when Cas walked in, making it clear that he wasn't doing this willingly to any degree whatsoever. He made sure to take the bed farthest from the window because he was currently not on great terms with the sun. Not that it mattered, because Dean decided he would never get drunk again. Not after what happened. He shuddered, almost allowing the memory to flood back into his head, but he stopped it just before it got to anything too disturbing.

"You got me captive here in this room, so now what's gonna happen? We have some girl talk and paint our toenails?"

"We don't have any paint to do such an act, but perhaps we could find some? I don't know how painting toenails will help anything, but I'm open to ideas," Dean rolled his eyes as Cas was completely sincere. He didn't know whether to find the clueless angel annoying or freakin' adorable.

. . . Not adorable because Dean Winchester would never think something like that. Ever. . .

"So basically, you don't know anything," Dean threw up his hands in frustration, grabbing the back of his neck and looking around, getting off the bed. He hated twiddling his thumbs. "Great. We're flying blind here, you gotta give me something, Cas,"

"Well, perhaps we can start by living a normal few days, with no hunting, spending most of our time in each other's presence," Dean pinched his nose, frustration threatening to overwhelm him again.

"What, like, just eating together and stuff?"

"Essentially," Cas walked closer. "We should try to be around each other as often as possible. Any contact we have together will only strengthen the bond," Dean refused to acknowledge that his left shoulder itched just a bit at that word.

"Right, just stop talking about it like that. It's creeping me out," Cas nodded, looking a bit confused but didn't say anything more on the subject. Dean couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, he was really being pig headed about the whole thing so far and Cas was only trying to do his best to make this work. Dean was mad at him, but he could only be so much of a douchebag. "Look, maybe let's just go grab a bite or something. I'm really craving some pie right now,"

"Pie is the food that you so much desire on a regular basis, correct? I'm looking forward to it, I've never tried it."

"You've never had apple pie? You've known me for like two years and you've never had pie? Seriously?" Castiel just shook his head, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"I've never had the opportunity to just sit down and try things like. . . pie," Dean furrowed his brow, never realizing just how utterly boring an angel's existence was. No sex, no guitar hero and no pie of all things! Poor bastards didn't even have any incentive to eat anything at all. Silently, Dean promised that he would try to help Castiel experience the some of the awesome sides of this world within these next two weeks.

God knew the angel needed to make some good memories once in a while.

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"What can I get you good looking fellas today?" Dean looked up abruptly into very perky and seemingly chilly boobs, tightly constricted by a tank top that was probably made for little kids and his mouth fell, suddenly he realized he should probably look a bit more north and founding him looking into the deep blue eyes of a smiling brunette.

"Ah, I need some house special made apple pie for my friend here," The waitress smiled, all flirty like, her eyes just eating the eldest Winchester right up.

"And what can I get for you? You can have anything you like," She said, an obvious hint of suggestion in her tone. Dean smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, for now you can get me one of those famous New York Cheeseblisters I hear about. I'm sure I can think of something else too," Dean grinned, realizing it'd been a long while since he last hooked up.

"I'll be back in a bit, gentlemen,"

"That waitress wants to fornicate with you," Castiel stated, flatly.

"Yep, not surprised. Ol' Dean's still got it," Dean said, no hiding the smugness in his voice, yet, if Dean didn't know better, he could have sworn Castiel was sitting there and. . . brooding.

"It would not be favorable," Dean raised an eyebrow.

"What wouldn't be favorable?" Cas snapped back quickly, making Dean recoil just a little bit.

"Copulating with that woman. It would set us back a mile if you gave into your more, basal instincts," There was an undeniable hint of distaste as he spoke, making Dean completely bewildered. He looked at Castiel, mystified.

"Okay then, no hanky panky," He looked at his former friend, sitting there and still looking uncharacteristically sulky. "Um, Cas? Is something. . . wrong?"

"Not at all," Cas said, voice more low and gravelly than ever. Dean sat back, nodding slowly, not believing him at all but he decided to let it go.

"Right. . ." They fell into an awkward silence and Dean couldn't have been more grateful when the waitress came back with the pie and burger.

It was about ten minutes and as Dean was already almost finished with his Godsent burger, Cas hadn't even touched his pie. Something was definitely wrong.

"Okay, talk. You've been sitting there brooding, not even having touched what is probably the best pie in the world and it's making me so irritated that I don't even want to finish my burger—not that I won't, but if I had a mind to I wouldn't!" Cas looked up at him, surprised.

"I don't know what you're asking of me. What should I speak about?" Dean growled in annoyance.

"What you're feeling at the moment, I can almost smell the emotions from here. You usually don't do that. It's weird!" Cas looked around, obviously uncomfortable, it took a moment before he answered.

"I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now, but it's not pleasant. It's. . . inconvenient,"

"When did it start?"

"When the waitress was ogling you shamelessly," Dean raised his eyebrows, halting his burger inches away from his mouth.

"What, you want to do her or something?" Cas shook his head, looking more uncomfortable than ever.

"I highly doubt that's the case. Look, just forget that I mentioned it. This isn't helping anything." He glared down at his pie and Dean tilted his head, feeling pity for the angel who was completely clueless when it came to human emotions, and for the pie, because nobody should direct their anger at pie. He put down his burger.

"Well, I know what will. Try a bite of that pie there and then tell me how you feel," Cas gave him his "I don't see how this will help anything," look, but still picked up his fork and cut out a piece of the pie, bringing it to his mouth and chewing slowly, as if deep in thought.

Castiel's eyes widened a fraction and Dean felt his mouth quirk upward just a bit, realizing he'd never forget the look on Castiel's face when he first tried apple pie.

"It is. . . more than satisfactory," Cas said, as though he couldn't believe what just happened.

"I told you. It's like God created it himself, well he essentially did but you know what I mean,"

"I understand now, your affinity for these fruity pastries. It is rather. . . distracting," Castiel looked up at Dean once more, connecting with his gaze and making Dean shift in his seat a bit at the scrutiny. He was just glad that the angel was feeling a little bit better at least.

Castiel's mood improved drastically for the rest of the time and Dean couldn't help but think how silly the angel looked eating pie so thoughtfully. It was kind of. . . cute to be honest. Dean scowled at the thought, thinking that he seriously shouldn't be thinking of the angel as cute, but dammit he was being it. He finished his food, trying to stop watching him eat but it was freaking difficult as hell.

Before they left, Dean noticed a phone number slipped behind his receipt, he didn't tell Cas about it. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

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The rest of the day was spent exploring Minneapolis and St. Paul. They visited many places, taking in all the architecture of the bridges and houses. They visited the Cathedral, and while Dean looked at the beautiful structures and high arches, Cas was explaining how inaccurate religion really was. Dean learned that Jesus was not a son of God or born from a virgin, but a vessel for Malachim, or angels that delivered the word of God. The idea that he was the son of God was merely Bible fiction. In fact, most of the Bible was pure fiction. Most sins in the bible were ignored by God, for when He was sculpting Man, God knew He was creating a being with all sorts of emotions and instincts. The only thing He really wanted to instill in the human race was humility and kindness towards others. He only wanted for the humans to work together towards happiness and adopt a sense of being one with each other.

There would be bad people and there would be good people, it all depended on how your brain worked. They were all God's children in the end, and He loved them all and took delight in humanity's imperfections.

As Castiel talked, Dean was wondering if he was thinking about wanting to correct their false knowledge of Christianity. He could, all he had to do was show them some of his angel stuff and he could create a whole new following. But of course that would draw unnecessary attention and they needed to lie low lest the Leviathans become well-informed of their whereabouts, and that was the last thing they needed.

Sick of sightseeing for the day, and since Castiel didn't really get full or sick, Dean decided to make the angel try a variety of sugary foods. They discovered the Mall of America, and from ice cream to animal crackers, Cas tried every sweet thing that they sold there. Dean found it amusing when he discovered that Castiel had an extreme affinity for gummy bears, orange in particular. He noticed it when they were sitting on a bench and Cas was picking out all the other colors and only eating the orange ones. Part of Dean was wondering why he was watching him so closely anyways, but he shoved it aside and didn't dwell on it.

It was when Cas started getting picked up by hookers and rejecting them by telling them that he was currently consummating his bond with Dean and could not partake in lewd actions with prostitutes, that the hunter decided that they'd had enough of the Twin Cities for the day.

Dean was relieved to get back to the hotel, he was definitely worn out. He rarely got the chance to just go sightseeing and if he were being completely honest with himself, he'd had more fun today than he'd had in three years, well maybe when he'd partnered with Cas for the road when Sam was MIA, now that he thought about it. Though the angel didn't really have a sense of humor, sarcasm or spontaneity, he was really fun to hang out with.

Dean was endlessly entertained by Castiel's lack of social skills, well when it didn't embarrass the shit out of him cause of something Cas would say. He took off his shirt, preparing for a long hot shower when he caught Castiel staring at him. He felt himself grow a bit fidgety under the angel's intense gaze.

"Is there something on my face?" He said, laughing a bit, grabbing a towel from the cupboard.

"I was looking at your physique, not your face" Castiel said bluntly. Dean felt himself go red.

"W-what the hell?" He said, his shirt gripped tight in his hand. He wasn't expecting something like that said so directly.

"I've noticed it before, you're very well built for a man, Dean," Dean didn't know whether he should be smug or creeped out by the angel's statement. His voice was shakier than he'd have preferred when he spoke.

"Well, t-thanks I guess," He'd just shove this aside like everything else that didn't really happen. See? Simple. He turned and headed to the bathroom and stopped before opening the door, looking back seeing Castiel sitting on the bed.

"You know you don't need to wear those clothes all the time, you might be more comfortable in something not-so bulky,"

"I don't see the need in obtaining something else to wear. I'm perfectly comfortable this way, I assure you,"

"Suit yourself angel-boy," To be honest Dean would find it odd to see the angel without his staple trench coat and tie. It just wouldn't be Cas without it.

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"Cas. . . You need to jump on top of it,"

"There's no way that this mushroom could have defeated the red Italian man in this form. After he absorbed the red mushroom, and became substantially larger—which also didn't make sense— than the walking mushroom with eyes, he would have easily been able to step on it and end it's existence. Dean, humans don't get larger by eating mushrooms. It's blasphemous. And why would turtles be throwing hammers? Turtles don't do that. This game makes no sense at all," Dean slapped his hand against his face.

"Cas. . . It's a game, it doesn't need to make sense," Dean turned so that he was facing Cas. "That's the point, it's called fantasy. It's like. . . A way to escape from reality because hammer throwing turtles and lethal walking mushrooms are extremely cool sounding. I mean come on, what would you do if a turtle just got up on it's hind legs and started chucking hammers at people?" Cas furrowed his brow, looking extremely confused.

"If I were a human I would promptly seek the assistance of the nearest animal control service," He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Dean rolled his eyes.

"No, you'd be like. 'Dude check out the hammer throwing turtle! That is so flippin' awesome, let's fight it!"

"You could easily take it out with a tranquilizer,"

"You are probably the most boring angel ever. I bet Gabriel would understand," Dean turned off the game, put off by Cas and his stupid reasoning.

"You called?" Dean jumped and whipped around to see Gabriel laying on his bed reading what looked like. . . The latest edition of Busty Asian Beauties! He was so going to borrow that.

"Gabriel," Cas acknowledged his brother, suspicion in his eyes. The archangel-turned pagan God sighed, flipping a page.

"Here you are on your honeymoon and I wasn't even invited to the wedding. I'm hurt, baby bro,"

"If there was a wedding, I would have invited you," Cas said with one hundred percent sincerity. Gabriel smiled at his brother lovingly and Dean stepped in front of Cas, blushing and making a T with his arms to signal "Time out".

"Hold it right there! There ain't nothing about weddings and honeymoons going on for crying out loud! The hell?! Gabriel what are you doing here?" Gabriel sighed again and put down the magazine, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up to meet Dean's eyes.

"No, 'hello, my favorite archangel, how I've missed you!'?" Dean crossed his arms impatiently. Gabriel mumbled something about a stick up the ass before speaking again. "Haven't you been wondering why Cassie here is back so suddenly?"

"Well of course,"

"Well so is every other one of God's angels, and since Daddy's always so tight lipped about everything, we've had to do our own research. What we've ascertained so far is that it was definitely Father who's brought you back. But why you've not received your penalty yet is still a mystery to everyone. I've had to go back in the ranks because tensions are rising amongst the other archangels because of this. You're not very popular upstairs right now Castiel, you'd better watch your ass,"

"I assure you I've taken precautions," Dean recalled the angel making Enochian symbols around the hotel as to ward off angels while Dean made demon wards. He didn't question it, but apparently Cas had been anticipating bad blood from his brothers.

"Is that why you're here? To warn us about some pissed off angels?" Gabriel shrugged, walking over to the eldest Winchester and grabbing him by the waist, crushing their lips together. Horrified beyond belief, Dean struggled with all his might but couldn't break his grasp.

"Gabriel!" He heard Cas shout and suddenly Gabriel was wrenched away, obviously by a very pissed off looking Castiel.

"D-Do that again and I swear I will boil you in holy oil and have fried angel wings for dinner!" Dean took a step towards Gabriel, balling his fists even though he knew he'd probably break his knuckles. He just needed to punch that stupid trickster's smirking face. Gabriel reached out his hand and ran his finger along the side of Dean's face, effectively freezing all of his movement with his Grace.

Castiel moved forward again but Gabriel held up his other hand and Cas was thrown into the chair.

"It better be as pretty as my brother, Winchester," And in an instant he was gone. They were free to move again but it was too late now.

"What the fucking hell!" Dean said, blood boiling and the feeling of that damn trickster's lips still there. He shuddered, running to the bathroom to wash his mouth out. Behind him he heard Castiel's voice, grim and somber.

"Gabriel did something to you, Dean,"

"Yeah he fucking raped my mouth!"

"Essentially, but there was something else. I saw it transfer from him and into you, I haven't any idea what it could have been, but it was very bright. It reminded me of Father's power," Dean stood up and patted his body, not feeling anything strange.

"I don't feel any different, though," Cas furrowed his brow.

"Apparently, we'll just have to wait and see what he did." Dean sighed, sitting on the green sofa near the closet, head in his hands.

"I'm so sick of being messed with by angels and demons, and all the other supernatural crap we deal with on a regular basis," Castiel sat next to him, leaning forward on his knees, looking deep in thought.

"Should we tell Sam about this?"

"No! Definitely freakin' not. I don't need his bitch face looking at me all smirky and stuff cause I got lip molested by the trickster!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him, Dean," Dean looked at the angel next to him, finding him looking extremely put out by this. Dean grinned and patted him on the back.

"It's fine, I won't die having been kissed by a dude,"

"It's not fine," Castiel bit out. Dean raised a brow, taking his hand away.

"O-kay then? We need to have a man-chat or something?" Castiel sighed, looking up at Dean, eyes looking weary, which was strange because Castiel never got tired physically.

"I've just been thinking a lot lately. It's. . . exhausting. I don't know how you humans do it all the time,"

"Well, we have a whole 8 hours where we don't, it's called sleep. You should try it,"

"I've never slept as an angel before. When I was losing my Grace I did, but like this, it's a bit more complicated. My body doesn't physically need it, so it will be difficult to make myself,"

"Well it looks like we have to at least try, you look like hell,"

"Thanks," Castiel said, sarcasm surprising Dean. The angel was getting better at that, he noted. He stood up.

"Well there's no better time then now to try," Dean stretched, yawning. "I'm beat, man. We've been playing Super Mario Bros. 3 all day. I swear I'm going to be dreaming about chomping plants and little round ghosts,"

"Dreams. . . I wonder if I will experience one tonight," Cas mused, thoughtfully. Dean raised a brow, wondering if angels could even dream.

"Well good luck. Hope you get a hottie with big boobs,"

"Right. . ." Castiel moved toward his bed by the window, moving to lay on it and Dean cleared his throat, stopping him. Castiel looked back in question.

"No trench coat when you're sleeping,"

"But—"

"It's going to be hard enough for you to sleep, so you're going to want to be comfortable," Castiel shrugged off the tan coat and went back to his quest to lay in bed, but was stopped once again by the hunter.

"The other coat too," Castiel was looking kind of annoyed now, but took off the navy blue overcoat, revealing a wrinkled white shirt over his dark blue pants. He was about to move to the bed again when Dean huffed and pulled him aside, moving to undo the angel's tie. He wouldn't be able to sleep knowing someone was sleeping in a tie.

He wasn't aware of the proximity until he looked up and was met with Castiel's deep blue eyes. Dean fidgeted, trying his damndest not to blush but was failing miserably, as heat spread throughout his cheeks, moving to his neck. . . his chest . . . and hell why was it taking so long to undo a damned tie?

But he wasn't undoing the tie anymore, his hands had apparently moved down to the angel's belt and he felt his face burst into flames as it was already undone. He didn't even realize he was doing it. Castiel was looking at him in curiously, his eyes darker now, lips slightly parted revealing his perfect white teeth, and Dean' heartbeat raced for some infuriating reason that Dean did not want to pursue. Shit he was still holding onto the belt!

He freed his hands from it as though burned and stumbled back, away from Cas' intense gaze and clumsily landed onto his bed.

"T-There. Goodnight," He stuttered out, hand fumbling for the light until they were engulfed in darkness.

"Goodnight, Dean,"

There was a creak as Castiel laid on the bed, and suddenly every fucking sound was amplified for reasons Dean could not explain. He could hear the steady, unnecessary breathing of the being next to him, the shifting as he tried for a more comfortable position and it was all like fire shooting through Dean's senses.

And why? Cause he was standing so close to the angel that he could feel his warm breath on his face? That he was practically undressing him? That the angel's eyes were so blue like the fucking sea that he could probably get lost in them if given the opportunity? And why was he talking like a crappy chick flick all of a sudden? Dean ground his teeth together, not liking these thoughts at all.

He hoped that Castiel would sleep well, for Dean was sure he was going to have a hell of a time.

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"It is done, Father,"

"Wonderful, wonderful my son. Now for the next step, will we need to involve a Cherubim, do you think?"

"I honestly believe that things will go according to plan without a Cherubim, my Lord,"

"Excellent. Then, for now, we will wait," Gabriel smirked. Oh, Dean will not be happy about this.

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a/n: This story is just writing itself at this point. I wasn't planning on putting Gabriel in here when I started this fic, but he's proving to be a convenient plot device. Review my pretties, and I shall give you chapters! I sleep now. :gives you tied up nekkid Dean in offering for reviews: