~*~Gabe's POV~*~
The last thing Gabe heard was Sam's cries. He was shouting Gabriel. Gabe fell back onto the white sheets and fluffy pillows.
~*~Sam's POV~*~
Sam was crying. He was shaking Gabe's limp form, willing him to wake up.
"Come on...Come on...Come on..." Sam muttered. He turned on Chuck.
"YOU SAID HE'D BE ALRIGHT! YOU FUCKING TOLD ME IT WAS NOTHING!"
James started crying and screaming, and Sam picked him up and stood. Sam gently rocked James, calming him with a simple melody, and giving Chuck a Full Power Bitchface.
"He is fine." Chuck said.
"Then why'd he faint?" Sam spit out. James stirred in his arms, but stayed asleep.
"Because he's mentally and physically exhausted. He'll wake up soon." Chuck said.
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"Chuck, It's been a day...Gabriel should be up by now." Sam said. He didn't get any sleep. James woke up five times, and Sam was too worried about Gabe.
"He's fine." Chuck walked out of the bedroom; Sam stayed with Gabe and paced.
~*~Dean's POV~*~
"Chuck, you need to tell him." Dean said,
"No, I really don't."
"Chuck. You cannot keep this information from Sammy. It isn't right. Either you tell him, or I tell him."
"Dean's right. If Gabe's sick, we need to tell Sam. It is rude to keep such information to yourself."
"But it'll just worry him. Gabe's getting better. Gabe's Grace is healing him, and I'm helping."
"I'm telling him. Right now."
Dean walked into the bedroom. Sam was in the chair biting his thumbnail, Gabe was still in that same position since he first fainted, and James was asleep next to Gabe. Sammy didn't even look up as the three entered the room.
"Hey, Sammy."
"Hi Dean."
"You can't tell him!" Chuck whispered.
"Can't tell me what?" Sam crossed his arms and glared at Chuck.
"Gabe's sick." Cas deadpanned.
"...What...?!" Sam was surprised.
"Gabriel is sick with a possibly fatal disease." Cas was withholding tears this time.
"AND YOU THREE NEGLECTED TO FUCKING MENTION THIS EARLIER?!"
"Well, he's healing himself, and I'm healing him, too, so, yeah I didn't want you to flip out on me or worry yourself to death."
Sam started to cry. He turned away so the others wouldn't see. Dean walked over and put an arm around his little brother. Sam threw his arm off and turned on him.
"H-how c-c-could you?! D-dean, you sho-should've told me s-s-sooner!" His voice cracked.
"I know, Sammy. I know. But they made me promise not to tell." Dean whispered, "Sh..Shhh, it's alright. Shhh, shh."
"NO! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME! I HATE YOU! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME AND GABE ALONE! GO AWAY!" Tears were streaming down Sam's face as he screamed at them. "Just leave me alone." Sam whimpered.
Dean raised his arms in surrender and backed out of the room, motioning Chuck and Cas to follow. Once they were out, Chuck said, "I told you not to tell Sam. Next time, you should listen, because he might've killed any of us in there."
"Whatever." Dean sulked off to his room.
Chuck and Cas glanced at one another and shrugged.
~*~Sam's POV~*~
Sam was crying over the limp form of Gabe. James had woken up because of his screaming and was now being rocked as Sam cried into his hand.
"W-w-why? *Sobs* Come on...W-w-wake u-up. *Sobs* P-p-ple-e-ease..." Sam broke off into a fit of sobs and cradled James closer to him.
What if Gabe's dying? What if the only way for me to see him is through James? Sam cried out.
James fell back asleep and was placed back on the bed. Sam went to the middle of the room and curled into a ball. He wrapped his arms around his legs and started rocking: Back and forth, back and forth. Sam cried and cried. He cried until his throat was hoarse and tear ducts were dry.
Sam fell asleep in that uncomfortable position, and woke up stiff. Gabe was sitting up in the bed and making faces at James, who was giggling.
"GABE!" Sam lainched himself at Gabe, who caught him almost easily.
"Heya, Samsquatch." Gabe laughed.
"Chuck said you were sick." Sam pouted.
"I am. I mean, I'm a little better now, but yeah, I'm sick. Probably just from birth. I'll get better soon. I promise."
"Don't you ever ever do this again." Sam mumbled into his hair.
"I wouldn't. I could hear you, ya know."
"Huh?"
"While I was unconscious, I could hear you. All of you. But your voice was the loudest. The clearest."
Blush crept up Sam's face. He heard everything.
"I love you." Gabe said. The blush grew darker.
"I love you too."
They fell asleep again, Sam and Gabe cuddling, James lodged between them.
"SAMMY?! BREAKFAST!" Dean called up to them, waking all three of them up.
"Let's go." Sam said, already up. Gabe picked up the sleepy-eyed, but awake, James.
They went downstairs and immediately smelled pancakes, bacon, and sausage.
"Good morning." Sam said.
"Gabe. You're awake? How do you feel?" Cas asked.
"I feel great. Hey, Samsquatch, what do babies even eat?"
Sam laughed, "Baby formula. There's some in the fridge."
"Okay. You can feed him." Gabe said. Sam laughed again.
"Fine." Sam walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle with milk. Sam then walked over to the table and sat, James cradled in one arm. Sam rocked him gently and put the bottle in his mouth. James sucked eagerly on the bottle, half-draining it in five minutes, flat.
James was asleep again, and the four of them ate their food in silence. At Sam's insistence, they went to a park, and brought bread for ducks in a fairly large pond. James kept giggling at everything:The trees, the ducks, the water, all of it.
~*~Dean's POV~*~
"DEAN!" Cas screeched. Dean rushed to his room and Cas said, "Get Gabe. I think it's time."
Dean nodded and left the room, returning moments later with Gabriel and Chuck. Sam was in the hall. Their baby took a lot longer than James:two hours. Cas fell asleep immediately after the baby was born. It was a girl. Cas wasn't sick. Not like Gabe was. He woke up an hour later and they decided to name the baby Autumn.
It's been a week since James was born, and five days since Autumn was, and Gabe seemed back to normal. Cas had recovered within 24 hours of birth.
They were eating lunch, Gabe still refused to feed James, when Gabe collapsed. His plate fell with a clang, and he fell soon after.
"Gabe? GABRIEL?!" Sam shouted, rushing to his husband's side, James in one arm. "Cas, Hold James, please?"
Cas nodded and grabbed James from Sam's arm. Sam shook Gabe. "Come on...Wake up...Come on...Come on."
Gabe sat up and groaned. "What happened?"
"I don't know. You just collapsed. Chuck? Is he okay?"
"I don't know."
"What?"
"I think he needs a hospital."
They got into the Impala and went to the nearest hospital. Gabe had internal bleeding. Chuck healed this, but Gabe needed a blood transfusion, which was simple and over in a few minutes. They left the hospital, and Gabe took a nap.
A week later, everything was back to normal, Gabe was fine. Sam and Gabe planned on getting a house near the bunker, and so did Dean and Cas. They would still hunt, only letting their kids start training at the age of eighteen.
A/N-I will most likely continue about the growth of the kids, or write a sequel. :)
~Kittygirl