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“Stop acting like you’re twelve, asshat. And take the damn vitamin.” Sam said annoyed, to his older brother who was sitting on the bathroom floor. Dean had woke Sam up for the past 3 weeks by the sound of him retching into the toilet.
“Dude, they expired like, two years ago. I ain’t taken ‘em.” Dean said angrily as he tried to stand up again. Another wave of nausea hit him which caused him to sit back down on the cold tile. “Just wait a few minutes. It usually goes away.”
Sam sighed but stood up anyway to leave the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
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Dean winked at the waitress they had as she put the food on their table. She giggled and handed Dean her number before walking away. Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked at the food on his brother’s plate and before he could say a snaky comment, Dean cut him off. “I threw up everything thing I had yesterday. Sorry for being hungry.” Sam gave a small laugh but suddenly froze mid-laugh. “Sam?” Dean snapped his fingers in front of him, but when he received no reaction he looked around the restaurant. Everybody had froze. Some mid-bite, some writing things down. Except him.
He stood up from his seat and then heard the familiar sound of wings from behind him. Dean turned around to see Gabriel in the seat that he was just in. A small smirk was on his face as he grabbed a piece of bacon from Dean’s plate. “Hey, Dean-o. I’m here to deliver unto you good tidings of great joy.” He said smiling and stood up. Dean gave him a confused look. “Wow, you’re slower than I thought. What I’m trying to say is, you’re preggers. And don’t worry, this doesn’t have to do with any lesson that I threw at you by surprise or some witch. It’s all you and my baby brother. Honestly, didn’t even know he had it in him.”
Dean still looked at the archangel in shock. “Dude, you’re crazy. Cas and I… that was a one time thing. And I’m a guy if you hadn’t noticed.”
Gabriel waved him off. “Anatomy doesn’t really work the same for angels as it does for people, Deanosaur. If there has been a large loss of angles, then it is capable for them to impregnate or become pregnant until heaven get’s it’s numbers back up.”
“But me. Why did Cas want me?” Dean asked pointing to himself.
“Because of his little crush he’s had on you ever since he gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Gabriel said the last part mocking Castiel’s voice. “Anyway, I should go now. Sit back down so when I start time up no one notices anything.”
Dean did as the angel said and as soon as he snapped, everything picked back up again. Sam’s laughter. The clatter of forks against plates. Dean felt like he was going to be sick again. And apparently Sam noticed. “Shit. Dude, please don’t puke again.”
“I-I’m fine.” Dean took out 25 bucks from his wallet and set it on the table, knowing that it should cover the cost of the meal and a tip. “Let’s just go. Now.” He stood up and began to pull on his coat.
“Five seconds ago, you were perfectly fine.” Sam said standing up as well. “I would say that you looked like you saw a ghost but you wouldn’t look that terrified if it was just that. What’s wrong?”
“I’ll tell you when we get back to the motel.”
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Sam walked into the motel and turned to Dean as he entered after him. “Okay Dean, you’re telling me what’s wrong now.”
Dean walked past him and towards the bathroom. “Jesus Christ, Sam. Give me a sec. Sorry for having to pee.” He closed the bathroom door behind him and took a deep breath. Sam hadn’t noticed the pregnancy tests that Dean had gotten when they stopped for gas. He took it out of his coat pocket and looked over the box and read the directions. Maybe the trickster was just kidding and wanted to see how paranoid he could get the hunter. He took the one test out of the box and looked over it for a few seconds. “Here goes nothing.”
Dean’s hands were shaking when he left the bathroom. “You still want to know what’s wrong, Sammy?” Sam nodded and looked at his brother, a worried look on his face.
Dean took a deep breath before showing his brother the pregnancy test. It took a few seconds to register what he was seeing. Sam looked up at Dean and the first words that left his mouth were. “It’s Cas’, right?”
He scoffed as he tossed the test into the garbage can near his bed. “No, it’s Brad Pitt’s. Of course it’s Cas’. Why the hell are you reacting like it’s normal. I was expecting a ‘how’ or at least some sympathy here.”
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Gabriel told me it’s a thing that could definitely and easily happen. How are you gonna tell Cas? We haven’t seen him in what? Like two months? After heaven was back on line he left to try and keep the peace there. You know that. He’s busy.”
“Not like he doesn’t have time to visit us every once and a while. Or when we need something from him.” Dean tried to defend Cas but he wasn’t even convincing himself. Sam was right, Cas was busy. He would be surprised if the angel actually stopped by in the next nine months. Maybe he could give it up for adoption, or maybe nip it in a bun before it’s to late and he has to keep it. He mentally scratched off both those ideas. Dean really wanted a family, has for a while now. And if he had to do it without Cas, so be it