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Seasnake: If I was in Sam’s position I wouldn’t have told my brother (I have one) to go back to his ex. Tried to keep it cannon just changing that one thing.
I wanted to keep in theme with the show. I tried to write this without the f word. I failed. Just so you know.
On Dean/Castiel. Could everything in season 4 and 5 be interpreted as brothers in arms rather than romance? Sure. But then you get to season 7 and Dean is carrying Cas’ neatly folded coat around in the trunk of their stolen car. Yeah… if anyone can explain that without homosexual subtext, let me know. I would not do that for my dead brother or dead best friend, sorry. And considering season 6 was mostly tense interactions between the two I can only think that Dean was smitten by the end of season 5.
“So then what the hell am I supposed to do?” Dean demanded when Sam told him to stop hunting after the apocalypse.
“Retire, let someone else hunt the monsters. We’ve done our part, we’ve done more than our part. Dean, you’ve been hunting your whole life! I get it, you’re not going to be happy with picket fences I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. But you’ve got a good thing going with Cas. Don’t mess it up.”
“Cas? Really, Sammy? He’s a freaking angel.”
“Tell me he doesn’t make you happy.” Silence. “I thought so, with all the eye sex you have.” Dean opened his mouth to retort so Sam barreled ahead. “Look, I’m thrilled. I’m thrilled that you found someone who can put up with your shit. And Cas is one of the few people I’ve seen put an end to your self-sacrificing bullshit. Just give normal a try, alright.
“Buy a house or at least an apartment instead of crappy hotels all the time. Get a garage for the impala, a job, be a researcher for other hunters on the weekends if you have to. Get married or whatever it is angels do. Adopt a kid and name him Sammy. Just for once in your life be happy.” Sam’s rant ran out of steam, Dean kept staring out the windscreen. “Alright?” he said slower, more desperate. “That’s what I want.”
If they survived this crazy thing.
But they didn’t survive this. Cas was in tiny pieces, Bobby dead, Sam and Adam gone, and Dean was pretty sure he was bleeding internally. Or at least he hoped he was bleeding internally. He just wanted to pass out on the grass here and not have to stand up and keep fighting. Sammy was right, his job was done and he didn’t have anything else.
His first thought was that he was imagining the sound of wings but Castiel was there when he turned to look. Alive and angel mojo recharged. Given the stress of whole mess and that Cas was standing in the sunlight all handsome and triumphant, Dean could not be blamed for kissing him. Nor could he be blamed for how soft Cas’s lips were or how he kept touching them with his own.
Sometime later he pulled away. Castiel didn’t say anything and walked away, Dean was hurt for all of two seconds before he realized that Cas was going over to revive Bobby. Oh right, they were making out right next to Bobby’s dead body. Well, Bobby was up now and Castiel was eyeing Dean. The hunter started running through ways to laugh this off. He opened his mouth to say something when Cas strode forward, grabbed his face and smashed their lips together.
It was not a good kiss, pretty painful actually. Cas clearly had no idea what he was doing. Their teeth knocked together and he held on too hard. But damnit it was Cas, dorky tax accountant angel, with his stupid deep voice, who had died for them twice now. He was a freaking celestial powerhouse that was older than dirt and just the idea that he wanted anything to do with Dean, that he chose to hold the broken down hunter like he actually meant something…
Cas pulled them apart a few inches and cocked his head slightly. Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “Here,” he leaned in to show Cas how it was done. The angel finally relaxed and Dean pulled him close. This should not have been so sexy, Cas trying to imitate him and stubble against his cheeks instead of makeup or fruit flavored lipstick.
“Idjits,” Bobby rolled his eyes and headed back to his truck. This whole situation called for alcohol.
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“Dean.”
“Hm?” The hunter grunted half heartedly into the angel’s neck. They lay intertwined in the back seat of the Impala, Castiel’s coat draped over both of them. They weren’t cuddling, they just hadn’t worked up the energy to move post frenzied face sucking session.
“I need to return to heaven.”
“What?” Dean frowned, suddenly alert.
“With Michel in the cage it’s probably anarchy up there.”
“So you’re gong to go play sheriff?”
“They’re my brothers. We are not made to disobey. They will need guidance, someone to explain free-will.”
Dean sighed, “yeah, I get it.” He sat up to untangle their limbs. Castiel recognized the sudden coldness in his movements.
“I will not forsake you, Dean.” No eye contact. “I love you.”
“Damnit Cas! Don’t…say that.”
“Why not?” Cas was all innocent curiosity and Dean couldn’t look at him. “Dean… your soul is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, unmatched even by the splendors of heaven. With you I know the grace of my father and joys of free will.”
“Cas…”
“I rebelled for you I died for you and I have no regrets. Dean, tell me truthfully if my leaving will make you happy and I do so now and not turn back.”
“Hold on, I didn’t say that. It’s just that l word is a lot to dump on a guy. Just…come back when you can, okay?”
“I will attempt to be swift with my brethren.” Cas nodded and pulled on his coat. “Pray if you have need of me.”
“Yeah.”
“I believe a goodbye kiss is customary.” Dean couldn’t help but grin at that. Their lips barely touched before Cas disappeared in a gust of wind.
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In an apartment building, Dean was arranging things to his liking. Castiel appeared and Dean motioned for him to sit down at the small table.
“I don’t eat,” Cas said when Dean got out burgers.
“I thought they made you very happy.” The angel reluctantly took it. “Speaking of which how is Jimmy?”
“Jimmy Novak’s soul is at peace.”
“So it’s just you in there? Good, because otherwise this might be awkward.” Dean leaned over to kiss him.
“You died. God brought you back but you did die?”
“Yes.”
“Guess that means I broke my promise.” Cas gave him a confused look. “I said I wouldn’t let you die a virgin.” The angel’s eyes got bigger. “Want to make me a man of my word?” Cas turned into grabby hands and when Dean recuperated, frantically backed him into the wall. “Whoa,” Dean laughed happily as the flustered angel desperately and clumsily pressed into him.
“Dean.”
“Right here, Babe.”
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Unidentifiable time later and they were cuddled together in bed. They were busy lazily making out and didn’t notice Sam standing outside staring at them through the window.
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Dean rolled over in bed and happily found a warm body on the other side. He hummed contently and curled closer. “Are you awake Dean?”
“Am now. Busy night?”
“Heaven is in chaos.”
“Mm, maybe I should go up there and show them the ropes. I corrupted you easily enough.”
“I have no desire to share you, Dean.” They kissed once then Castiel sat up. “I will make you breakfast then I must leave.”
“No morning sex?”
“No.”
“Quicky in the shower?” Castiel prodded him onto his back. “You’re no fun.”
Ten minutes later Dean entered the kitchen to find Castiel with pancakes and bacon. “I have to leave. Raphiel has sent for me.”
“Go show him who’s boss, babe.” Dean leaned over to give him a peck before the angel fluttered away. He’d gotten Castiel to accept goodbye kisses as a habit. A little girly perhaps but it was better than him poofing off without warning.
Dean was doing what Sam asked, trying to make some honest money. He drove until he found a body shop where the owner appreciated the Impala like she deserved. Working on old cars for a regular check wasn’t that bad. It helped that he had Cas to return home to. It had only been a month since Sammy died and of course it felt like there was a giant hole in his chest whenever the thought about it. But maybe he could give this normal life, plus angel, thing a go.
The other mechanics were nice enough and didn’t treat him any less like a man because Cas brought him lunch. One of the guys even told him congrats, if he swung that way he would be jealous of such a smoking hot boyfriend.
Then Cas didn’t come back. He didn’t answer Dean’s prayers or phone calls. Three days and Dean does not deny that he is freaking out. Bobby’s only advice is to stop calling him every five minutes. And on top of it all Dean started puking. Two mornings in a row at exactly the same time, to the second; weird.
Dean was trying and failing to focus on changing the oil on a Mustang when the familiar sound of wings got his attention.
“Cas?” He turned around but found his angel bent over leaning against the nearest wall. “Oh shit, Cas!” He was spitting out blood when reached him. “Jesus, what happened?”
“Raphael.”
“The ninja turtle?”
“The arch angel. He wants to rule heaven, restart the apocalypse.”
“You’re serious?” Dean maneuvered Cas to the closest chair.
“Yes.”
“We stopped the damn thing we aren’t going to let it start again.”
“That’s what I said when he knocked me out cold,” Cas continued grumpily.
“He can do that?”
“He’s stronger than me, a lot stronger.”
“Okay, you heal up. We’ll think of something.”
“There’s nothing to do. I’ll either submit or die.”
“Hey, look at me. We beat the damn apocalypse, we’re not about to loose to this dick.”
“You’re optimism although encouraging is misplaced.”
Dean got Cas into their apartment and sitting at the table with a beer for some serious brainstorming. “So Raphael, he’s still an angel right? Holy oil and all that still works.”
“That won’t help if he has an army.”
“Army?”
“Many of my brethren will follow Raphael.”
Hold on,” Dean took a swallow. “Are we talking civil war, in heaven?”
“If I stand against him that is what it will be.” Dean swore under his breath. “I either die or fight my brothers.”
“Well dying’s not an option.” Castiel didn’t look convinced. “Look I get it, that dick is family to you but if he wants to restart the apocalypse. Sammy died to stop it you died twice.”
“I agree,” Cas said solemnly. “But even if my brothers fight with me, I am not strong enough to face Raphael.”
“Alright, how do we get you more angel mojo?”
Cas shook his head, “our power comes from heaven.”
“God brought you back but he didn’t give you enough juice for this?” The angel ignored him.
“Souls. I would need to lead several thousand souls to heaven before I might match Raphael.”
“Several thousand?”
“He’s an arch angel.”
“Right…Guess my soul’s not enough then.”
“I’m sorry, Dean, an angel’s status comes from increasing the population of heaven. Before I and several others raised you from perdition, I was a foot solider.”
“I believe this is where I come in,” said the smug accented voice that nobody wanted to hear.
“What the hell do you want?” Dean glared at Crowley.
“Just to chat, sounds like you’re in a bit of a spot.”
“Regardless, I will not be needing your help.”
“Oh really, and where else might you be getting the souls you need? Come on, I helped with the apocholipse didn’t I?”
“About that, have you given Bobby his soul back yet?” Dean demanded.
“Working up to it.”
“Bullshit,” he huffed.
“Just hear me out. I’m the big man downstairs these days, got a castle and everything. Letting Lucifer out of the cage won’t do me any good. And honestly I like the idea of you feathered bastards killing each other. Keep you out of my way at least.” Castiel stood up Dean held his sleeve.
“Then you make a deal with the winning side?”
“Win, win, win for me. So what do you say? I’ll float you a loan. Say forty thousand from the pit. That should be enough to kick start your civil war.”
“And in return?”
“Win the war, you give them back.”
“No. I can not lead my brothers by making a deal with vermin.”
“What would the other angels care? The souls are already damned they’re just getting a few years vacation past the pearly gates. No harm no foul.” Dean and Castiel said nothing. “This is the sissiest deal I’ve ever offered and it’s about to expire in 5…4…”
“I’ll agree to your terms.”
“Cas!”
“This does not make us allies.”
“Course not,” Crowly smirked.
“I owe you no favors.”
“Just return the souls when you’re done with them and we’re square.”
“Cas, are you sure about this?”
“There is no other way,” said Castiel.
“Glad to hear it,” the demon said smugly then they both disappeared. A loud curse word was forming in Dean’s throat when Cas suddenly popped back right in front of him. He pulled Dean in for a quick desperate kiss.
“Have faith in me Dean, I will return when I can.”
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Dean was spitting the last of what used to be a burger and fries into the toilet when a warm hand appeared on his back. “Dean.” Angel magic soothed his cramping stomach, a little late considering he had already lost everything he ate yesterday.
“Hey, Cas,” he muttered as he stood and went to the sink to rinse his mouth out. The angel hovered next to him.
“You do not seem ill.”
“Other than vomiting every morning, I’m great.” Cas eyed him for a moment then placed a hand on his belly.
“There’s a mass in you’re abdominal cavity.”
“That’s bad right?” Dean glanced down where Cas was touching his shirt.
“Dean…” Cas looked as surprised as Dean had ever seen him. He slapped his empty hand over his chest as if feeling for something. “We’re pregnant.”
“What? Sorry, who’s pregnant?”
“You are growing the body of our child.”
“No! No, Cas, I’m a dude.” He jerked away from the angel.
“That is irrelevant. The fetus will feed from your intestinal track and blood stream until it is large enough to be removed.” Cas recited while still feeling his chest with one hand.
“You’re joking.” Dean lifted his shirt but it all looked normal. He wasn’t fat or up any strange lumps.
“I had not noticed yet, but my grace is also swelling.” Dean was about to shout something but then noticed the panicked look in Castel’s eyes. “I am creating the grace for our nephilim.”
“Our what?” Dean repeated dumbly.
“Nephilim. Half-human half-angel. It will have both a soul and a grace. Of course, your human body is not designed to carry a grace so that is my duty.”
“So if I understand this,” Dean rubbed forehead to ward of a headache. “I’m pregnant. With half a baby. And you’re pregnant with half an angel baby. But they’re both parts of the same baby, our baby.”
“Yes when the nephilim is born it will become one living being.”
“Why didn’t you say something? I could have worn a rubber, man.”
“The exchange of fluids is secondary to the meeting of grace and soul.”
“Awesome… I need a beer.”
“No.”
“What?”
“You mustn’t consume alcohol.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’re pregnant.”
“Cas, you don’t just take away a man’s beer.” The angel frowned then disappeared. The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing came from the kitchen. “You took all my beer didn’t you? God damnit.” He came out of the bathroom to have Cas hand him a six pack. “Virgin beer? Seriously?”
“It says it tastes the same.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Cas kept holding it out so he took it.
“Right, so, pregnant,” Dean opened one of the bottles and took an experimental swig.
“Dean, I realize this is not a good time.” Cas looked at the floor. “It is in the early stages, if you want it will take minimal effort to remove.” Dean almost chocked on his shitty non-alcoholic beer.
“You mean abort it?” Small nod. “Is that what you want, Cas?”
“I know it’s a bad time,” he muttered.
“Hey, I never said I didn’t want it.” Dean put down his stupid not-beer and went to the angel. “It’s going to be our kid. Of course I want it.” The stress left Cas’ posture and he leaned into Dean’s chest. “It’s not the best timing but that’s on us not the kid. The pregnancy thing threw me for a loop is all.”
“We are carrying new life, may I say that I love you?” Cas wrapped his arms around Dean in that loving/ready to ward of enemies way that he preferred.
“Yeah, you can say that,” Dean sighed. “Hey,” he said after a minute. “Can we name it Sammy?”
“If you want.”
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
“Samuel?”
“I was thinking just Sammy.”
“Several names can be shortened that way.”
“So, if it’s a girl it will be Samantha?”
“Our child will be a nephilim. Like an angel it won’t necessarily be male or female.”
“Like you huh?” He played with the angel’s hair, or what used to be Jimmy’s hair. “Will I be able to look at our kid without my eyes burning out?”
“I don’t know.”
“That might be something to research.”
“I will see what knowledge can be obtained between battles.”
“So, any names in mind?” They were talking about baby Sammy now, war could wait.
“Samandriel is one of my brothers.”
“I’m not naming our baby after any of your brothers.”
Cas thought silently for a moment then spoke. “Samaria.”
“Samaria? That sounds like a girl’s name.”
“That was the name of a city in 9th century BC Israel. It was beautiful and saw much war. I watched from a tower as they fought off a siege.”
“It was a place you liked?”
“One of many.”
“You know, sometimes I forget that you’re older than dirt. But that’s the name you want?”
“It is a gender neutral name that can be shortened to Sam in honor of your brother. Samaria is a fitting name for a nephilim.” Dean chuckled at the angel’s serious expression.
“Alright, Samaria it is then. Samaria Winchester. What about a middle name.”
“You choose.”
“And they’re going to be a Winchester.”
“Angels don’t have surnames.”
“Mary, Jo, John, Bobby. What do you think?”
“Samaria was my choice.”
“You know what? Let’s wait until the baby is born. See if he looks like a John or a Mary, I’ll decide then.”
“I like that,” Cas snuggled even closer.
“So, how long till we pop?”
“What?”
“How long until Samaria’s born, Cas?”
“I don’t know.”
“Right, look into that.”
“We will need to prepare a safe place to give birth.”
“About the war, if there’s anything I can do, anything at all. You’ll tell me, right?” With all his awkwardness and love to cuddle it was easy to forget that Cas was a badass solider of the lord.
“I don’t want Raphael’s soldiers to find you. If they learn that you with child.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Heaven is unorganized, it will be much harder to return you to life if you die. And I don’t know what the affects would be on Samaria.” Dean’s hand automatically moved to his abdomen.
“Avoid dying, no problem. That goes for you too. You’ve come back twice, let’s not make it a third.”
“I will do my best.”
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Sam showed up. Of course Dean was thrilled but there was something off about him. Dean had been to hell, he thought he knew what to expect but Sam was oddly…distant. Really, he had been on Earth for months without calling Cas or Dean. Something was up. And maybe Dean was being immature about it, but if he was so uninterested in family all of a sudden then he could wait to learn that he had a nephew on the way.
There was no reason to not start hunting again. Cas was busy fighting so Dean should be too.
Cas’ appearances were few and short. He popped in to say hi to Sam, no I don’t know what pulled you out of hell, and to have quick soul-sex with Dean. Apparently, it replenished his grace. He knew Cas was doing his best but it freaking hurt not to have him around.
Ironically, Sam found them a case that involved a baby. And yeah, Dean read a few books so he knew what to do. Yes, he had read the stupid expectant parent books and it had been embarrassing but it was for baby Sammy so he sucked it up. And Sam could just sit there and laugh, he didn’t get to know that Dean was pregnant yet.
The baby then exploded its skin and turned from a white baby to a black baby. Shifter skin goo dipper was almost as disgusting as the poop dipper. He was not looking forward to baby Sammy being a born. Priorities were talking, walking, and potty training.
Everyone kept calling it a monster. It wasn’t the kid’s fault that its dad was a shifter. They better be nicer to baby Sammy. They thought he was protective of this kid wait until it was his own. Nobody would be making jokes then. Sure he wanted to trust that the Campbells were all accepting of the sifter baby but hunters didn’t raise kids. On that note, what the fuck was he doing?
Worrying about turning into Dad would have to wait considering the freaky shifter alpha appeared and kicked their collective asses. For a second the monster was chocking him and all Dean could think was that he and his unborn kid were about to die because he was trying to keep this baby from its own dad, granddad? He was hoping Cas would show up and smite the bastard but the monster decided not to strangle him regardless so no-biggie. But damn, he needed to stop this almost dying shit.
One day he’s goes to bed swearing up and down that he’s not going to keep risking his neck and the next day he’s following Sam’s dumbass new car to investigate two weird deaths. The only good thing about having two cars was that he could swallow his prenatal vitamin supplements and drink his milk in peace. Shut up. The one thing baby Sammy was not worth was rabbit food. He had compromised by having lettuce and tomatoes on his burgers instead of bacon. And he was eating his fries with ketchup, that counted. This baby could not be born soon enough and it better know how much he was sacrificing already.
Their case turned out to be related to Cas’ war in heaven. Which sucked that it was getting out of hand and great that Dean could finally help in that area.
The kid with the Moses staff said an angel bought his soul. Cas was in no-nonsense mode and knocked the boy out and brought him to the hotel room. He wanted to look for a mark on the kid’s soul even though it would hurt. Apparently, Dean was then only one of this group sane enough to find this objectionable. Really, Sam? Obviously this was important but would it be so bad to look for solution that didn’t involve torturing a kid?
“I can’t care about that, Dean, I don’t have the luxury.” Cas stopped being a solider for a second and looked sad. Dean backed off.
Castiel pushed his forearm into the kid’s abdomen, like he did when he and Dean were having sex. Whoa, inappropriate time to have a boner. Castiel said the angel’s name out loud which prompted one of Raphael’s minions to show up and jump him. Oh hell no. Sam stood against the wall like an idiot while Dean went for his bag and then the angel swords when Cas knocked them away. Dean had just grabbed a sword with each hand when Cas decided it would be a good idea to jump through the window. Yet another hotel they were not going to be welcomed back to. Out the window Cas and the other angel had landed on a car. Which looked like it hurt. Dick angel disappeared which meant he was probably coming back for his knife, they didn’t transport back when someone was holding it. Hunter instincts kicked in again as Dean turned and stabbed the asshole in the chest with his own sword.
“What the hell?” Was Sam’s comment after dick angel finished his mini-death-explosion.
“Yeah, civil war in heaven, hadn’t heard of that?”
“No, and that was my car.”
“Good aim, Cas,” Dean grinned as the angel popped back into the room.
“He must have followed me when I answered your call.” Cas took one of the blades from Dean, somehow able to tell them apart, and started going through the hotel cupboards.
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Balthazar turned out to be a dick, huge surprise, but at least he was on Cas’ side. And damn it all, Cas was so tense it hurt to look at him. That could not be good for the baby. By guilting him with that logic Dean got him into a hotel room for exactly one hour baring any emergencies.
“Try to relax, Cas,” Dean instructed as he started kneading at the angel’s neck. He could give a good back rub when he needed to. It helped injuries heal faster and Sam went through this zen master phase in high school.
“I can’t.”
“Danger stress isn’t healthy to have on all the time. Sam would lecture me about it if he was normal. I’m not even sure if he is Sam.”
“Stress, talk about something else,” Cas groaned, finally malleable under Dean.
“Sammy’s not giving me morning sickness anymore.”
“Alcohol.”
“Haven’t had any. I hate you both.”
“Hmmm….”
“Nephilim are supposedly giants, how big of a baby are we looking at?”
“Human sized at first. It’ll grow.”
“Do we have due date yet?”
“10 months.”
“That could work. I’ll talk to Bobby about getting a room for him set up once we figure out what’s wrong with Sam.”
“Dean, if I’m not satisfying you as a mate, I would not mind if you sought temporary company elsewhere.”
“Sorry, what?”
“I am not available and you have expressed before that ‘men have needs’.”
“I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“I won’t take offense.”
“Well, I’m not that guy, Cas. You should know that.” Dean frowned. He wrapped his arms around Cas’ shoulders. Two nights together and become obvious that Cas liked hugs but he was awkward about initiating touching so Dean tried to indulge him. “I’m pregnant with your kid man, I don’t know if I could get it up for anyone else. Maybe if I was drunk but that’s obviously not going to happen.” Maybe it was just his imagination but Cas seemed to lean into him more.
“You will be a good father, Dean. You have already proved yourself better than your father by caring for Sam and his failings are not the fault of your guardianship.” “Where’d that come from?” Dean tried to laugh off the suddenly heavy mood.
“You are concerned, you needn’t be.” Cas turned in his arms to look up at him. It wasn’t ‘eye sex’ it just felt completely normal to hold the gaze. Without breaking eye contact Cas started to move closer. “I wish to reassure you with, physical intimacy, that I knowingly chose to carry your nephilim.” Now there was eye sex. Dean leaned back so that Cas could crawl on top of him.
While not the worst of the monsters in Dean’s book vampires were honestly a bit disgusting. Red meat, sure but blood? They hung out in crappy nests, didn’t shower, and were human enough to have BO. No thanks. So why the hell was this book a best seller? What was with this chick’s room? Was it bad that he didn’t want Sammy to be a girl? He’d rather not worry about the weird phases and crushes teenage girls had. Jo would kick his ass for that but he’d slept with enough girls going through a bad boy phase to know it was real. And if Sammy inherited his looks plus Cas’ blue eyes, fighting off hopeful boyfriends would be a full time job. Or girlfriends if Sammy inherited his uncle Sam's poor taste in women.
“You better not get into this kind of crap,” Dean muttered and poked at his abdomen.
“Dean, focus,” Sam complained from where he was going through the missing girl’s computer.
The girl visited a “Black Rose” bar. Emo chicks everywhere. Even if he wasn’t committed to Cas this was not the kind of place he would go fishing. Too weird and too much rubber. He ordered a beer so strangely behaving Sam wouldn’t be suspicious but he didn’t pick it up. No loss, it was a funky brand anyway. Didn’t girls this age usually travel in packs for safety? Sammy would not be allowed this kind of nonsense.
How were they supposed to find a real vampire in this place and… there were two dudes kissing. Back to thinking about Sammy, he could be a cool dad about that. Yeah.
“I’ll make you a deal kid,” now he’s talking to his stomach like a mental patient, “you can be gay as long as you don’t do it in a shitty place like this.”
“You say something?” Sam asked.
“No.”
“There they go,” he nodded to the couples.
Dean followed one pair outside and ended up ruining their freak themed make out session. He was heading back to Sam when an older guy from no where gave him a random complement. Did that ugly hippy vamp just call him pretty? But that was not his first thought when the vamp decided to shove blood down his throat. No his first thought was, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, what’s this going to do to Sammy?”. Could vampires even be pregnant? This was worse than dying. At least he had experience with dying.
Sam dragged him to the hotel room, probably a good thing because Dean was too busy panicking and praying to worry about where he was pacing. “No, Sam, I’m not calming down!” Then quietly, “I know you’re busy, Cas, but I really need you down here. It’s not about me it’s about Sammy. Sam, stop talking!”
“Dean.” Cas appeared a few feat away, he sounded and looked out of breath. His blade was out and he stood as if he had just been running.
“Cas, vampires!” The angel strode right up and ran a hand down his torso.
“There’s a cure. Take it, consume no human blood, and there will be no damage.” He touched where Sammy was and Dean sighed with relief.
“What cure?” Sam asked. Man, his voice was loud with this vamp hearing. Cas turned his angel laser look on Sam for a few moments.
“You know that Samuel Campbell knows it. Call him. Prepare it,” he commanded then looked back at Dean. “I need the one that turned you.” Dean helped his mind-reading stare along by thinking of the ugly bastard. Flutter of air and Cas disappeared.
“There’s a cure?”
“Apparently,” Sam shrugged, disturbingly nonchalant about this whole thing. “I’ll call Samuel.” As he was getting out his phone Cas flew back into the hotel room with a passenger. The dirty haired vampire looked confused for all of a second before an angel blade took his head off. Cas stood over the bleeding corpse and looked at Dean.
“You have what you need. I must go.” And he was gone.
Sam was willing to wait for Samuel to make the long drive but Dean grabbed the phone from him and demanded the list of ingredients. Thank goodness the old hunter cared about his grandson not dying because he gave it without a fight. Even while helping Dean set up the potion Sam kept asking about the vampire nest. They would get that in a minute! As if he needed any more evidence that Sam was acting strangely, taking the cure jogged his memory that Sam had just stood by and watched while Dean was attacked.
Dean locked himself in the bathroom once he could stand. He lifted his shirt to check on Sammy. He’d only gained a little weight so far and could feel a small lump. Everything seemed okay so he pulled the hem of his shirt back down. He took an extra minute to compose himself so that he could go hunting with not Sam without giving himself away, then joined his fake brother in preparing to raid the nest.
Fortunately, all the vamps in the nest were pretty young and easy to kill. A big recruitment drive was going on apparently. At least baby Sammy was safe enough. Which left Dean able to focus on the thing that was not his brother.
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