2 ½ months later…

Sam woke up with the sounds of Dean retching in the toilet. This was turning into a normal thing to hear. Sam sat up. "Dean? You alright?"

He heard the toilet flush and then the door open. "I'm fine, Sammy."

"Alright, Dean, I've had it. I'm taking you to the doctor's office. I'm sick of you being sick."

"Sam, I'm fine. Really."

"Oh really? You want some coffee or a double cheeseburger?" Sam said as he started a pot of coffee.

Dean's face was immediately green. Once the coffee was ready the scent was so strong, he ran into the bathroom and retched some more.

"That's it. Once you are dressed we are going to the doctor's office. No if, ands, or but about them."

"Ugh, fiinnnee." Dean walked over to the bed and grabbed a new shirt and jeans with a flannel.

They got dressed and Sam had called one of the doctors that works with hunters. Bobby gave him the number. He had set an appointment.

"Come on, Dean. We have to go."

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your shirt on." Dean walked out of the bathroom still very pale.

"Should I bring a bucket for you."

"No, I think…I think I'm fi—" Dean trailed off. "Give me five minutes."

"Just hurry up, Dean."

Dean nodded and retreated to the bathroom.

Once Dean was done retching in the toilet bowl he just sat on the floor.

'Dear Castiel, I'm not doing too well. If you could get down to Earth and check me out.'

Dean looked around and he was nowhere to be found. He began to stand up when he heard the flutter of wings.

"You prayed Dean. That's a sign of good faith."

Cas stood in front of Dean and helped him up. "Nice to see you again, Cas. Now, can you help me out?"

"What do you need?"

"I've not been doing very well for the last couple months. Do you think you could check me out?" Dean asked as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Cas?" Sam said as he stood in by the door waiting for Dean.

"Hello, Sam."

"Why are you here? More importantly…why were you in the bathroom with Dean?"

"He prayed for me to come so I came."

"Well, since you're here could you check him. I've had to deal with him puking in the toilet for over two months."

Dean sat on the bed and Cas walked over to him. Cas took off his belt. "Whoa, Cas, Usually you have to buy me dinner first."

"Bite down on this, this will hurt." Cas put the belt in Dean's mouth. "I'm sorry."

Cas put his hand on Dean's stomach and pushed it inside Dean. Dean screamed as Cas's hand went farther and farther into Dean's stomach. Dean began to relax when Cas pulled his hand out. Cas's face was emotionless.

"Is he ok, Cas?"

"He is fine. Everything is fine. They are ok, no need to worry. This is normal."

"What the fuck are you talking about Cas? They? This is normal?" Dean panicked as he stood up.

"The babies…are you perfectly healthy."

"Babies?"

"Yes, Dean, babies. You are pregnant with twins."

Next things they know Dean is on the ground.

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"Dean? Dean? Wake up."

Dean eyes slowly fluttered opened and he was disoriented and confused. He looked around and he was not in the motel room anybody. He had no idea where he was. Sam had his hand on Dean's shoulder. He saw an older man in the room talking with Cas.

"Wha—where?" Dean mumbled.

"You're at Doctor Roberts. Cas and I took you well you were out cold. You fainted." Sam said.

"Alright, Mr. Winchester, let's see what's inside you." Dr. Roberts said walking up to Dean.

"It's Dean, call me Dean."

"Alright, Dean, lift up your shirt and unbutton your pants." Dean did as he was told and Dr. Robert squirted cold gel on Dean's actually slightly swollen stomach.

"Oh shit!"

"Sorry, it's a bit cold."

"Cas, why did you stay? You could be back up in heaven right now."

"I wanted to help you. I wanted to stay."

"Fair enough."

"Alright, Dean. There you go. Right there is baby A and right there is Baby B. I'd say you are 10 weeks along."

"When do we learn the sex?" Sam asked.

"I'd say around 20 weeks, so until then you can play the guessing game."

"Thanks, Dr. Roberts. Would you by any chance know doctors for hunters in Sioux Falls, South Dakota?"

"I have a house up there. Barely use it anymore. I could head up there easy."

"That would be great." Sam said as Dean got up and wiped the gel off his stomach and button his pants and pulled his shirt down. "We got to head to Bobby Singer's now, but thanks again."

"No problem. Dean take it easy. No more hunting."

Dean shrugged and trudged out of the building and into the Impala. Cas got in the back seat. "Why are you still here, Cas?"

"I thought I would stay with you and Sam. I could help."

"Alright, man. I'm not complaining." Dean smiled as Sam got in the passenger seat.

Dean wouldn't tell a living soul but Dean kinda liked Cas. He loved seeing Cas. All the other Angels were complete dicks but Cas was different. He liked that about him. Now that Dean was…pregnant, he was glad Cas was staying with them. He always wondered if Cas felt the same way, but he remembered that angels don't understand human feelings. Well they do know what feeling are but doesn't completely understand. He is going to change Cas, hopefully.

Dean drove until late into the night. Sam was out cold. Cas was still sitting there looking out the windows. Dean was gonna for it. "Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"I have to ask you something."

"Ok."

"Do you understand feelings?"

"Yes, I know all the human emotions."

"Ok, Well, I wanted to tell you…I…I…kinda, sorta—"

"I know, Dean. I looked into your soul."

"So you know how I feel…about you?"

"Yes, and I feel the same."

Dean smiled and kept driving. He didn't know if it was hormones or he was just that happy but a few tears escaped from Dean's eyes. Dean Winchester doesn't cry, unless he was pregnant and just came out of the closet to an Angel of the Lord.