Chapter 8

There's going to minor BobbyxCrowley in this story but it's one sided on Crowley's side and it won't be a major pairing.

"I remember running through the wet grass, falling a step behind, both of us never tiring, desperately wanting." – Better than Ezra (Desperately Wanting)

"So when are you going to talk to him?" Sam asked.

The question had caught Dean off guard ever since this whole mess had started. He had clearly been trying to avoid talking to Cas the entire week, but now everyone was taking notice. Since when had everyone cared so much about Dean's personal life anyways? If he didn't want to talk to Cas then he didn't have to simple as that. He couldn't understand what the big deal was.

"I don't have anything to say to him." Dean shrugged, it was simple and true.

"Maybe not but he has some things I'm sure he wants to say to you," Sam stated. "Dean believe it or not Cas has feelings too, it's not like he meant to do what he did to you."

"Look Sam I know he didn't mean to do what he did," Dean sighed, clearly getting pissed about bringing up the child again. "But what's done is done, he can't reverse it and he can't stop it, I don't want to discuss this and I don't need any suggestions as to why I should…now if you'll excuse me it's late and I need to go clear my head."

"Dean," Sam asked. "Where are you going?"

"On a walk…" Dean said and walked out slamming the door behind him.

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Crowley wasn't having much luck locating Ruby. As promised he was to check in with either Bobby or Dean since he was basically their bitch now. He appeared in Bobby's basement not by his choice and saw the man relocating old books and tossing some into a box labeled "throw away".

"Mermaids still exist," Crowley said. "You may wanna keep that one."

Bobby looked up; he dusted off his hands and removed the said book from the box.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked.

"Not long," Crowley replied. "I just came to tell you that Ruby is still off my radar, but I tried ever so hard to find her for you Robert."

"I'd prefer you not call me Robert," Bobby said. "And thank you for the update."

"Anything for a client," Crowley smirked; he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "I do hope this whole Ruby thing doesn't get out of hand, I'd sure hate to lose you Robert?"

"You'd just miss my blood," Bobby scoffed. "And missing harvesting my precious soul when I finally do kick the bucket."

Crowley sighed. He really wished Bobby wouldn't talk about his demise so openly. It actually hurt Crowley to think he'd have to collect Bobby's soul one day. Crowley was prideful, spiteful and maybe a little bad, but he wasn't heartless. He actually had a soft spot for the older hunter. He would never admit it out loud to even say he was thinking the thoughts he was about Bobby Singer, but he knew the man would never act upon any feelings Crowley had so he figured it was best to keep his mouth shut.

"I really wish you wouldn't wing that fact around like a baseball bat," Crowley sighed. "You're not as lonely as you make yourself out to be."

"Easy for you to say," Bobby huffed, heaving boxes back to their rightful places. "At least you don't drink alone every night."

"First of all I don't drink every night," Crowley said. "And there is an obtuse difference between "alone" and "lonely", you dear Robert are not alone, but you are going to be lonely if you do not open up to someone."

"Yeah well you're not exactly on my list of therapists right now Crowley," Bobby said. "Don't you have work to do?"

Crowley sighed again and set down his empty glass, his gaze lingered on Bobby's before he walked over to the door from whence he'd came.

"I'll come back when I have something to your liking." Crowley then disappeared without a trace that he had even been there to begin with.

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Gabriel cuddled with Sam. He missed the nights before the whole pregnancy thing when he and Sam could just hold one another without a care in the world. Gabriel figured those days were over.

"So," Sam asked, his hand trailing up Gabriel's shirt and under it, feeling his stomach. "You thought of any names yet?"

"You know Sammich I honestly haven't really thought about it," Gabriel said. "It's still hard to believe as it is…"

"I've been putting a little thought into it," Sam looked up at the ceiling then back down into his lover's amber eyes. "I have a few names in mind I guess."

"They're both boys Balthazar checked," Gabriel said. "They look like you, except the eyes, they have my eyes."

Sam smiled in thought, as much as Dean and he had denied wanting the apple pie life, the thought always appealed to Sam. He'd never told Dean because he knew the hunter life meant there never was an "apple pie life".

"I was thinking Dally or Marcus?" Sam suggested.

"Dally," Gabriel snickered. "Seriously Sammy where did you look up that name, I mean did you like pull that out of your ass or something?"

Sam found himself laughing, he laughed so hard he was about to fall off the bed. He gripped the sheets and looked back at Gabriel.

"Yes Gabe," Sam smirked. "I totally pulled it out of my ass, but don't you like it?"

"Sammy," Gabriel smirked and kissed him. "I love it."

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Dean couldn't speak for his feet, but his thoughts had found him in front of a fountain, the path in the park was surprisingly sort of busy even though it was night. The lights from the fountain reflected through the spraying water and into the pond below. Dean sat on a bench overlooking it his thoughts a jumbled mess. He held his hands together in front of his knees as he leaned on them. Happy couples and joggers, people with dogs and children passed by him left and right, but none seemed to take notice towards Dean.

"Hello Dean," Cas flew to the bench next to him. "It is a nice night tonight isn't it?"

"It is," Dean looked back to the water, it danced almost. "Really nice…"

Dean tried to focus on anything but talking to Cas.

"I wonder where the water goes," Dean asked himself. "Maybe it disappears, maybe it's recycled, maybe…"

"Dean," Cas said. "I know you've been avoiding me…"

"Water…fountain…recycles…" Dean's mind tried anything to avoid the question.

"I can understand why," Cas sighed. "But I wish you wouldn't, it makes it harder for me to try to apologize for what I've done to you…"

Dean was caught slightly off guard by Cas' words. He sighed again, still trying not to look Cas in the eyes.

"I'm truly sorry Dean," Cas said. "I didn't even know this was possible, I if I had known I wouldn't have let it happen…"

"Cas," Dean said. "It's not your fault."

"Don't try to defend me," Cas said. "I did this to you, I can fix it, and I want to fix it…"

Dean looked to Cas, his crystal blue eyes stood out even in the night time. He cocked his head slightly in an even cuter fashion than usual. Dean found himself enchanted by his gaze, his lips lifted up slightly at the corner to form a slight smile. He knew he and Cas could really and truly speak more without words than they could with, but right now it was as if Cas was speaking a foreign language with his eyes, Dean couldn't decipher what he was asking him.

"You leave your mouth open too long Cas," Dean chuckled. "Flies will get in."

Cas looked slightly more confused but he closed his mouth.

"Dean," Cas replied. "Flies don't come out at night?"

"It's an expression Cas." Dean said.

"You mean like the one where pigs magically grow appendages like my wings out of my back and fly?"

"Yeah," Dean chucked again. "Just like that."

"Have you given any thought about it Dean," Cas asked. "The child I mean?"

"It's," Dean stammered a little. "It's crossed my mind yeah."

"If you do not wish to keep it I can have it taken away." Cas stated, his words seeming almost sad at the thought.

"I wouldn't ask that of you Cas," Dean said. "I don't want to kill it…"

"You don't?" Cas asked, seeming almost amazed.

"I wouldn't kill a child Cas," Dean replied. "Especially…"

Dean's breath hitched almost, he couldn't say his real thoughts, too risky he thought.

"Especially one that is mine." Dean finished.

"Then I shall respect your wishes Dean." Cas nodded and suddenly Dean was alone again with no noise but the gurgling fountain next to him, the bench seemed colder than before.

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A little CrowleyxBobby there

You guys like the names of Sam and Gabe's kids? :3

And Dean finally talked to Cas, well sort of.

More to come soon, hope you all are enjoying the story so far.