CH. 5

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Chapter warning(s): language, light angst, mpreg, First part starts off in Sam's POV and then moves to Castiel's.

Disclaimer: (forgot last time) I do not own Supernatural. . . And, Mr. Kripke. . . Please stop shipping Cas/Meg. . . It makes me want to vomit. Thanks!

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Sam Winchester was sitting on the hotel bed, avidly researching about the Leviathans for whatever info that might be out there to help them. Lucifer was sitting next to him, idly humming the Spongebob Squarepants theme song, being obnoxious as always, when he heard a distinct flurry of wings. He looked up to see Gabriel standing against the wall looking smug.

"Can't you knock?" He said, trying to sound irritated. To be honest, he was surprised to see the former archangel. He hadn't been seen in months.

"I prefer to make dramatic entrances whenever possible," He pushed himself off the wall, walking over to where Sam was. "Interesting reading?" Sam sighed, running a hand through his brunette locks.

"Maybe, if I could find something useful. Other than that, we're still at moot point here. I wish there would be some sort of clue as to what the Big mouths are planning," Gabriel snorted, moving and pulling a chair from the nearby table and placing it in front of the younger Winchester. Sitting on it backwards, crossing his arms over the back, he grinned.

"So how is your angst-ridden brother with the girly eyelashes doing?" He asked. Sam sighed, closing the book. He obviously wouldn't be getting anything out of researching with Gabriel here. He might as well socialize a bit.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. He and Castiel have been holed up together in another room, apparently trying to help Dean gain the ability to see Cas's wings. I haven't been allowed to contact him. It's been half a week now, I wonder how they're progressing,"

"Well, let me tell you. Their little 'bonding' sessions have been rather. . . How should I say it? Fruitful? Probably more than you'll ever want to know," Sam cocked a bemused eyebrow at the angel.

"What do you mean by that? You've been in contact with them?" He asked. "Can Dean See Cas's wings?" Gabriel chuckled, smirking widely.

"Oh, he can See them alright. He's been seeing quite a lot of ol' Cassie, actually," Gabriel had this mischievous gleam in his eyes that worried Sam. Just a bit.

"Then it's done right? Why hasn't Dean come back?"

"Well he's a little preoccupied. . . at the present," Sam huffed, truly irritated now. Lucifer raised his hand eagerly like a school kid and shouted "They're fucking!" as if the answer to a question the teacher gave.

"Will you stop with the hidden innuendo and tell me what the heck is going on over there?"

"They're fucking," Sam suddenly found himself in a fit of coughing and he sat up abruptly. Lucifer pulled his elbow in, hand balled in a fist, muttering "Yusss!" Sam laughed.

"Really, what's going on, man?" Gabriel cocked his head, looking confused.

"I just told you, you idiot," Sam grinned, feeling another fit of giggles trying to overtake him. The thought of Dean Winchester screwing a dude. . . Freaking outrageous!

"Okay stop. It's funny, but I really wanna know."

"It's not a joke, Sammy-boy. I just went to check in on them and they're like freakin' bunnies over there. I'm, not surprised, really. I saw it coming a mile away," Sam felt his insides go cold. Gabriel wasn't lying? It couldn't be true. Dean was the straightest guy Sam knew. . . well aside his escapades with Dr. Sexy. And then there was the curious affinity to ballet. . . Oh God. . .

"M-My brother is screwing Castiel? You're kidding, right?"

"'Fraid not kiddo. Only it's the other way around. Cassie's the one doing the pitching," He looked at Sam's scandalized expression. "I know, that one threw me for the loop too, but it is what it is, I guess. Didn't know my lil' bro had it in him. Chip off the ol' block, if I do say so myself," Gabriel took this moment to look smug, as if accomplished.

Sam, gripped his head, trying to steel himself against the onslaught of horrifying images. He felt like someone had just told him that the moon was actually made of cheese, and that the Minnesota Vikings had won the Superbowl. This was just too much to take in at once. How was he supposed to wrap his mind around the fact that his brother was gay, or bi or whatever the hell it was. Sam wasn't a homophobe, but even putting the word 'gay' in the same sentence as Dean Winchester was completely preposterous.

"The kicker is the prank my ol' man and I just pulled on Castiel. Oh boy, Dean-o is so not going to be impressed," Gabriel hooted, chuckling to himself. Sam stared at him darkly, not liking the sound of this.

"What did you do, Gabriel?" He growled. The angel, looked innocently at him.

"Not too much. . . Just gave Dean the ability to become pregnant, no harm no foul. . . if they used protection, that is" Sam gaped at the other in horror. Gabriel furrowed his brow. "Then again it's not like Cas had ever had sex, or can contract any STDs, and going on the preconceived notion that men can't get pregnant, there wouldn't be any reason for them to use a condom— Why Sammy, you're turning the most shocking shade of green," He smirked. Lucifer put his hands on his face, looking all faux-appalled at Sammy, as though anticipating what he would do next.

"Gabriel, what have you done? Oh my God. I have to stop them!"

"They're in the heated middle of it. If you wanna stop them, you might wanna catch them before the proverbial explosive end," Sam didn't waste any time, he was already out the door by the time Gabriel finished his sentence. The angel just smirked.

Dean woke up to the bright sunlight, only this time he wasn't so wrathful of it. The pleasant warmth washed over his body and he felt entirely refreshed. The hot springs probably did him some good after all. He was about to stretch but he stopped when he felt a suspicious ache in his lower body. A region that has never ached before. . .

Oh. . .

But. . . It was just a hallucination, wasn't it? It didn't. . . really happen. It couldn't have. It really couldn't—

Suddenly he felt something snuggle up to him, something warm, naked, and suspiciously Castiel-shaped.

Fuck.

"Good morning, Dean,"

"Fucking hell!" Dean shot to an upright position, wincing and regretting it as he felt the pain full throttle. He "Goddammit Cas what is wrong with me? I don't just sleep with dudes. Jesus. . . why does it fucking hurt back there so bad?" He glared at Cas, who looked sheepish for a moment, before the angel sat up, turning to him butt naked, legs spread and Dean got the full Monty. And fucking hell if it wasn't turning him on. Dean grit his teeth in frustration.

"Forgive me, Dean. There wasn't any preparation. I just—" Dean held out his hand, covering his eyes as if that would help him block out the image before him.

"Don't say it. Just. . . Put some fucking clothes on?" Cas nodded but suddenly the door flew open and a very flustered looking Sam Winchester tumbled through it, shouting out for Dean before he paused at the scene before him. He looked extremely distraught, and he turned around throwing his head back and slamming his fists against the wall.

"Dammit, Gabriel!" Dean was properly dying inside at this very moment, dear in headlights look an all. There he was, butt-naked in bed with a very equally naked angel, aching pain in his ass, suspicious crustiness around him in various places and—there was his little brother. The little brother who only knew Dean as the man-whore with a fetish for busty brunettes. The only conclusion was that he and Cas had slept together. Dean wondered if he could have lilies at his funeral. He'd always liked lilies. Wait, why was Sam calling for Gabriel at a time like this?

Suddenly the angel in question appeared, annoyingly wide grin plastered on his stupid face. Dean looked over at Cas, who looked back equally confused.

"I thought you said—"

"Now, Sammy, where would be the fun if you had interrupted them. That wouldn't be a very effective punishment, now would it? These two boys slept peacefully throughout the night after they fucked each other's brains out." Dean felt himself turn nauseas. Gabriel had seen?

"I'm going to fucking kill you, you sonovabitch. . . " Dean said dangerously. Sam balled his fists, obviously sharing his sentiments. Gabriel held up his hands and Sam was frozen.

"Woah, woah, woah. This wasn't my idea. You can blame my Dad. It was his idea to give him the Preggo-mones and the new plumbing. I was just the messenger. Dean felt a headache coming on. What was this asshole going on about?

"Will somebody just please explain to me what the hell is going on?" He growled. Cas spoke up next to him.

"I would like to know, as well," He looked at his brother, that stoic seriousness on his features. "Gabriel, what does Father have to do with this?" Gabriel put his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Well lil' bro. I wasn't completely honest when I said I didn't know what was going on with what Dad was thinking, bringing you back," He gestured to Dean. "This, my dear brother, is part of your punishment,"

"Are you saying you made this happen?" Dean gestured from himself to Cas, hoping the archangel would understand what he meant by 'this'. He also felt anger tighten in his chest. He hated it when people started fucking with his emotions.

Then again it could be a good thing. That meant he wasn't going out of his fucking mind and there really was an explanation for the freaky thoughts going on in his head. He felt a little hopeful before he was shot down.

"We didn't make this happen, Dean," Gabriel said, gesturing to the bed. Wishful thinking I guess. . . "No, you were lusting for my little brother all on your lonesome, pal. We just made a few. . . tweaks," Dean narrowed his eyes, getting a strong sense of foreboding.

"What do you mean, tweaks?"

"Dean, we need to talk," Sam said, urgently. Dean felt himself starting to panic. Sam had that "I'm going to tell you something that is going to make you wish you hadn't woken up today" look on his face and Dean hated that look because what followed was never good.

"Sam, just spit it out already!" Sam looked down, frustration gathering in his brow, as though mentally preparing himself for the news he was about to break to Dean. It was obvious that Busty Asian Beauties weren't going on tour any time soon.

"They've given you the ability to get pregnant," Castiel's eyes widened in shock and Dean frowned, mock laughing.

"Har har, seriously. Tell me what's going on," Sam huffed in irritation.

"I didn't believe it either, Dean but not even 10 minutes ago I was under the impression that you were straight and then this happens," He gestured to the 'this' situation on the bed, desperately. "I don't know what to believe anymore," Dean pulled out his phone, hastily pressing the buttons. Cas looked at the other Winchester strangely. Sam cocked his head, confused. "Um, Dean?"

"Nope, not April Fools day. Sorry Sammy, you're too earl—"

"Dean, this is not a joke! I'm being serious, they did something to you. Do you remember anything strange happening in the last few days that you couldn't understand?" Gabriel held a finger up and had a knowing expression on his face.

"When Gabriel kissed you," Cas said as though something had dawned in his mind. Dean glared at the angel next to him, silently rebuking him for telling the secret that was not to be told and Cas muttered an apology before speaking again. "I saw something get transferred into you, Dean. Maybe that's what changed. I think they're telling the truth," Dean felt his face start to twitch in random places, mortification spurring to life like a thousand worker bees on overdrive.

"Gabriel kissed you, Dean?" Dean glared at Sam, shutting him up before he looked back at Cas.

"Then. . . What happened just last night with y-you. W-We. . . D-Did I?" Cas opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, sternly looking at Dean. The other angel in the room cleared his throat, signaling the others' attention.

"It's possible that a pregnancy didn't occur," Said Gabriel. "But it's more possible that it did, considering the. . . magnitude of recent events," He stated, winking at the oldest Winchester. Dean blushed a furious shade of red. He bit his lip, trying not to freak out.

It wasn't working.

"No no no no nonononono. . ." He stood up, forgetting about clothes, and paced around the room, gripping his head. Sam stood up, going towards his brother.

"D-Dean—"

"—Shut up, Sam! You," He stopped at Gabriel, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "Undo this. NOW!"

"I can't, pretty boy. You might want to buy a pregnancy test,"

"Oh fuck you!" The archangel grinned and Dean shoved him away, grabbing his brown leather jacket from the closet, and before they knew it he was out the door.

Castiel watched as Dean exited the room, slamming the door behind him. Dean was obviously very distressed about the whole matter, considering he had forsaken his clothes. Cas would have comforted him if he only knew how. He was just as shocked as he was, well perhaps not as mortified. He was, however, very confused.

He'd heard anecdotes of Fallen angels procreating with humans, but never had there been occurrences of angels with full on Grace doing so. Sure full-fledged angels would fornicate with humans, but until now it was believed that angels couldn't get humans pregnant. As far as Castiel knew, he was still a full angel. He had his Grace and his wings. He was fully able. He shouldn't be getting humans pregnant any time soon. Especially not a male.

But here he was, Gabriel talking about how he and Father had given Dean the ability to become so. Dean was upset about this. What human male wouldn't be? Not only is he suddenly at risk of getting pregnant, but the possibility of his least favorite person in the world right now being the cause of it? It was just too much for one man to handle.

Castiel was clothed in the blink of an eye and he stood out of bed.

"God has arranged the new organs inside of Dean to be susceptible to your Grace, Cassie. Normally an angel couldn't get a female human pregnant. But if it's set up a certain way, to be vulnerable to Grace, then it is possible. As your retribution for sinning so profoundly, you are to father the child of a new race of nephilim. It's almost rewarding, isn't it?" Before Gabriel knew it, he was forced up against the wall.

"And in what way does this concern Dean Winchester, Gabriel? Why is he involved so severely in this matter? This affects him more than it does me. It's not fair to him. He has nothing to do with this!" Gabriel grinned, wickedly.

"Oh, but he has everything to do with this, Castiel. God works in mysterious ways, remember?" Castiel bared his teeth and shoved Gabriel to the side, disappearing in an angry flutter. He needed to find Dean.

It wasn't difficult. He appeared in the foyer and there was an uproar about a streaking man. Castiel steeled his lip, looking for Dean, but he must have been in hiding. Dean really preferred to wear clothes in public.

"Pssst!" He heard coming from somewhere behind him. Castiel looked around, and upon hearing another whispered sound, he looked behind a desk to find Dean crouched behind it, covering himself with his jacket.

"Dean—"

"Shhh!" Dean pulled the angel into crouching next to him. "Will you just zap me some clothes and then out of here? I don't think I can show my face in this joint ever again," Cas nodded and did so, flying them to the park down the block. They appeared on the park bench. The same one where they'd had many failed Wing-Seeing practices.

There were children playing in the unseasonably warm weather. It was like spring was all around, however, it did nothing to compliment the dark mood that his companion was in right now. Cas looked over to him. Deans eyes were downcast, his shoulders tight with stress and anxiety. There were so many things Dean could defy. You could kill a werewolf or a shifter with silver, you could burn a ghost's bones with salt, you could cut off a vampire's head, you could even curb your own destiny if you tried hard enough, but you couldn't go against God's Will.

"I'm so freakin' confused Cas. Why are these things happening to me?" Cas sighed.

"I don't know what my father is thinking. It's very reckless and it's a burden on you that you don't deserve," Dean shook his head.

"Not just that, though. I mean this whole thing. Ever since you came back I've been having these weird. . . feelings. Like I don't know how to describe it. I mean there's the thing that happened last night but before that I was going weird too. I know I've never been gay, everyone knows that. But then you. . . You pulled me out of hell and just made everything weird. And then you started everything with your cluelessness and your shiny crap. . . then s-stuff happened. . . now I'm possibly p-preg-Gah I can't even say it!" Castiel looked at the red-faced Dean, feeling remorseful for all the mental anguish he'd been suffering.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you to be uncomfortable," Dean rubbed his eyes with his palms in frustration.

"Nah, it's not because of you. . .Well it is because of you but it's more like. . . it's because of you. You get it?" Cas shook his head. . . finding himself more and more lost with every word that came out of Dean's mouth. Dean groaned. "I hate English. It's so hard to describe this shit," Dean looked up to the blue sky and sighed. "Well it doesn't really matter right now. I'm just tired of feeling like I'm losing myself all the time,"

"I don't know if this will comfort you, but you're still the same to me as when we first met, Dean," Dean looked at him, and if Cas wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn there was a quirk of a smile playing on the elder Winchester's lips—Those pink lips that he'd kissed so thoroughly the previous night. He wanted to feel it again. Dean was so enticing. His beautiful, lightly-tanned skin and dark green eyes. Every line, every feature was so perfectly placed. It was tragic that someone so perfect had suffered through so much angst on a regular basis. It was no wonder Dean would often seek the thrills of spontaneous intercourse. It was a great distraction. He had sex with every large breasted female he met who would have him.

Cas felt an unpleasant feeling curl in his gut. Those girls could make him forget for a night, but during the day Dean would be faced with reality again. Why did Dean have to suffer at all? Castiel wanted to make Dean forget about all the bad things in the world. He wanted Dean to be happy, something the others probably didn't care about. Castiel wanted to do something for Dean. He would make everything right, even this. . . pregnancy business.

Somehow, he vowed, somehow I'll right the mistakes I've made and I'll make you happy, Dean Winchester.

"I will figure this out, Dean. I won't make you suffer on my behalf, I promise"

"Well, we have time until we even know if there's a problem right? It usually takes a few weeks for people to be able to. . . to t-tell," Dean stuttered, looking as though he would be sick. Cas stood up and took his hand.

"Don't worry. I'll make it right. I need to talk to my Father. I'll return by the end of the day—"Dean grabbed Castiel's shoulder, opening his mouth to speak.

"U-Um… About er. . . Last night?"

"Was my performance not satisfactory?" Dean shook his head furiously, a red tinge playing on his face.

"I-It's not that, I—It was definitely satisfac—I mean, what I'm trying to say is I think it would be best if we just. . . you know—" Oh. Based on Dean's previous reactions with sexual contact with Castiel, this would be where he dismissed the act as if never happening. For some reason this made that unpleasant feeling in Castiel's gut grow even more unpleasant.

"You want me to forget that it happened. . ." Dean clapped him on the back, grin spreading on his face.

"I knew you'd get better at this context-reading thing. I'm proud of you. So yeah, I don't know if it'll be easy to forget, but you know it was just an accident. . . heat of the moment kind of thing. Look, I just don't want things getting. . . weird between us. What do you think?" Castiel was currently asking himself that same question.

What did he think? Well, he wasn't entirely sure. This seemed like a perfectly reasonable request from Dean, but Castiel found it difficult to be compliant.

On one hand, he could understand the allure of preserving their friendship status as-is. It was familiar and mutually agreeable to the both of them, with little to no uncertainties. But then on the other, Castiel admitted that he was captivated by this new sexual element to their relationship that was introduced last night. He actually quite enjoyed it, if he were to be one-hundred percent honest.

What would happened if they delved deeper into this new aspect of their relationship? Castiel was endlessly intrigued at the prospect of doing so, but upon seeing the desperation in the other man's face, he would have to put these newfound desires to investigate the unknown on the proverbial back burner. He knew that Dean had an affixation with familiarity. It was comfortable and safe, and Dean would question himself less if it were not to change.

Yes, Castiel would stifle his curiosity in favor of respecting Dean's wishes. If remaining platonic friends would make Dean happy, then Castiel would honor that.

"I have no objection, Dean. We're still comrades as we've always been. Nothing has changed," But as the angel said this, he couldn't place where the pain in his chest was originating from. . . .He couldn't understand why his voice got thicker and his heart rate sped up. Was he sick? Was that even possible?

He tried to heal himself with his Grace, but to no avail. Maybe it was something Gabriel did.

Deciding he didn't want to do much more thinking, he took flight.

Dean stood back, a bit taken-aback by the abrupt departure of his friend. He'd been worried about this talk since he woke up, but Cas was taking it in stride. Dean knew there were only so many times he could ask someone to forget that something Dean did by accident, this kind of thing happening more and more often, but Castiel didn't have anything to say against it, which was both contenting and disturbing at the same time. He could have sworn there was a bit of sadness in those blue eyes as Cas agreed. It was probably best that he didn't dive too deep into that. . .

Now the next problem was what he saw last night. He saw Castiel's wings. This, however, wasn't the problem. It was the implications that were the problem.

Castiel had always said that, when their bond was complete, Dean would be able to see his wings. But the fact that he only saw them for the first time while they were having sex, implied that this wasn't the kind of bond that meant they were BFFs. No, this was the kind of bond that meant serious business, like they just might be becoming more than just best friends. . .

Dean felt chills go up his spine at the thought. No. He thought. There's no way that can ever happen. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Even if it was with another dude, it's the same as all those other girls. It was just sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

Dean nodded to himself, ignoring the annoying voice in the back of his mind trying to object to what he'd just told Cas. Maybe it was a little harsh, and he was sorry if the angel wasn't one-hundred percent gun-ho on the acting-as-though-nothing's-changed deal, but he couldn't make himself step through that door. He just couldn't, because, if he did, he wasn't entirely sure if he would come out in one piece.

So he wouldn't tell Cas about Seeing his wings. Not right now, anyways.

Dean looked up to the sky, wondering if the angel was in Heaven by now. "I'm sorry Cas. . ." He whispered, hoping somehow Cas would hear the apology and forgive him. He just wanted everything to go back to normal.

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a/n: Okay I'm done editing this chapter now. It didn't come out like I wanted it to at all. . . But maybe you'll see it differently than me? Ugh. . . Don't like it. Anyways since only ONE person participated in helping me rename this story, the winner title is Seeing in Black! See you next chapter, folks! Updates are gonna slow down a bit, seeing as I've caught up with myself, however reviews will encourage me to write faster!