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It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was only supposed to be a little fun, and now you made a mistake. You promised him it would be safe and that everything would be okay. That it would be a secret and no one would find out. Especially the brothers and Bobby.
Now what are you supposed to do with this obnoxious stick with the little pink plus. You can't tell them because you can't be pregnant. It's not safe; for the baby or for the people you're around. Enemies will use the baby as another side block. Not only that, but Cas is an angel, which only makes your predicament worse. An abomination is inside you. How will he react? Will he be angry... he sure wasn't angry with you the night it happened. That night was the best you'd had. Hard to believe he had never engaged in those activities before. Oh, and the way he wanted to hold you afterwards; the way he embraced you as if he'd never let you go.
What are you doing! That's not the point. The point is, you're pregnant and you have no female around to help. Hell, you're pregnant and Sam, Dean, and Bobby are going to kill you. Probably the angel too. Not to mention how upset he still is with you.
A loud knock on the door signaled you back to reality. You grabbed the box of tests and shoved them under the sink. The single test that shown your future, you slipped it in your back pocket to dispose of else where.
"Yeah?" you asked hastily.
"Hey, breakfast is ready. You okay?" Dean questioned concerned through the door.
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." You heard his foot steps head out of your room. Shit, pull yourself together. If you keep everything organized, you won't have to tell them yet. You looked in the mirror and rebrushed your hair, sticking it in a ponytail. You took deep breaths as you made your way to the kitchen.
When you entered, Dean was already seated at the table, Cas was seated by him, Sam was pouring some orange juice, and Bobby was reading the paper. Great, everybody is here. Why don't we just call all everyone on the planet to join us. Sam looked up from his glass and smiled at you.
"Good morning." he stated. You smiled politely at him and nodded your head. You went to the refrigerator and looked inside. None of this food was healthy, Dean had most likely been the one to grocery shop last time. You grabbed a water and sighed loudly. You didn't mean to, but it was louder than you planned. You turned and found they were all staring at you.
"You okay?" Bobby worried. Looking at all of them except Cas, you shook your head again.
"I asked her the same thing earlier," Dean added. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," you grumbled as you rolled your eyes and finally looked at the angel. He was watching you cautiously. They all were; as if they knew you were hiding something.
You threw yourself down at the table and refused to look at any of them. Why couldn't they just leave you alone. You felt their eyes on you.
"What!" you shouted irrationally. Bobby and Cas both squinted in confusion, while Dean raised his hands and Sam raised his brow. All at once, a wave of nausea hit you. Not again, you'd been up all night puking. You tried to hold it down, but the lump in your throat continued to rise. You jumped up and ran to the trash; there was no way you could make it to the bathroom.
Sam had stood up and received a wet towel for you. He brought it over to you, and you took it graciously.
"Thank you," you managed. You looked up at the other three, and their expressions held worry. They needed to know, and now was a good of time as any, even though you didn't want to. You looked at them all and bowed your head.
"I'm late," you whispered. From the looks you received, Bobby was the only one to understand.
"You're late for what?" Dean asked. Soon after, Sams realization hit and he stared at you open mouthed.
"When?" Sam questioned.
"By who?" Bobby looked at Sam and then glared at you. You remained silent. Was now the time to explain Cas was the father, or should you wait a while?
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Dean pushed. Bobby still glared and Sam looked back at his brother.
"(Y/n)'s pregnant," he answered. Dean's calm face vanished and so did the angel's.
"Son of a bitch. Who is he?" his tone was alarming. Castiel looked at you to. Was his expression worry? Anger? Damn angel, why could you never read his emotions; what he's thinking. Another wave of nausea was making it's way up. You turned just in time to make it into the trash. Sam gave you another clean rag, but unlike last time, you remained hovering over the trash. Tears pricked your eyes, and they soon started to fall. Why did pregnancy interfere with emotions. All this yelling and confrontation was making you feel depressed; especially since everything was pointed at you.
They didn't notice your tears until you yelled at Dean after the following comment he made.
"Didn't you get that shot that prevents this? And did you not even bother with protection? What if he had a disease (y/n)? Did you even think about that, or did you just want him in your pants?" Dean inquisitioned.
"Screw you Dean! Yeah, I have the shitty shot, but no I didn't use a condom okay. I didn't because I knew he didn't have anything." you yelled as they saw your tears when you turned to them. They all remained quiet; even the elder Winchester. "The shot is supposed to work for five years, I've only had it for two. I don't know how it stopped working...or if it ever even worked at all," you whispered more to yourself.
"What do you mean kid?" Bobby quizzed skeptically. You looked up at him and swallowed. You glanced quickly at Cas, who had been silent all morning, and he watched the floor with the same squinted expression. Dean and Sam exchanged glances.
"Well,... I hadn't actually... It wasnt until a few weeks ago, that I had since I got the shot." you murmered.
"Wait, are you saying you went two years without sex?" Dean blurted.
"Dean, thats irrelevant," Sam interfered.
"Come on Sam, it's (y/n) were talking about. You don't actually believe she wasn't involved in any sexual activities for two whole years, do you?" Dean pushed.
"Dean," Bobby shook his head. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that we are all here for you, and the child is welcome into the family," he added monotonously. Your tear stained face smiled, and you shook your head.
"Thanks Bobby."
"Yeah, (y/n) I'm more than happy with the new addition." Sam smiled and hugged you. He and Bobby turned to Dean.
"Well, you know I'll always be here for you. Through thick and thin," he made his way over to you and hugged you like Sam had. When he pulled away, his lips turned into a smirk.
"What?" you sighed.
"So, who's your baby daddy?" he raised his eye brows.
"Really Dean?" you gasped. "It... It doesn't necessarily matter does it?" You took a quick glance at the angel, but he was already staring at you. The look on his face was serious and unblinking. His gaze made you want to curl in a ball and hide from his confrontation that would surely follow.
"Oh come on. You said you knew he didn't have any diseases, so you must know him. Do we know him? Who is he?" Deans statement put Bobby on edge.
"Do we know him (y/n)?" Bobby questioned in a father tone. You hesitated with your answer. If perhaps Cas hadn't known it was his yet, he was about to. You looked at him and his stare on you hadn't faltered. You became uneasy and as you were about to answer, Deans phone rang.
"Yeah?" he took the phone from his ear and turned to Bobby. "It's Garth, are those papers still in the library?"
"Yes. I think they are on the desk." Bobby answered and followed Dean out of the room. You looked at Sam and he gave you a small smile. You knew his curiosity was getting the best of him. Looking over at Cas, his stare was becoming unbearable. You turned to grab the trash and began to tie it up. As you left, the hairs on your neck stood because of the nonescapable eyes.
After you tied the trash, set it right outside, and came back to the kitchen, Sam had sat back down and surprisingly started eating. Thank goodness he hadn't lost his appetite from your vomiting. You headed to the sink to wash your hands and to avoid the awkward angel. You needed to go brush your teeth, but you knew if you weren't with someone, it would be the perfect time for Castiel to start his interrogation. You wanted to prolong it. The longer you thought about it, the more you realized he would be furious. You had told him it would be okay and no one would find out but yet you both created an abomination. That would surely set him off. The others too, once they found out the baby wasn't just human and that you and Cas had sex.
As you scrubbed your hands, you turned to look at him again. As your eyes met, he immediately scooted his chair out and made his way to you. Shit. Holy shit. Fuck!
Sam watched curiosly as Cas went over to you. You had turned and attempted to focus your attention on scrubbing your fingers. He came up to your side and stood there. You were left under his gaze for a while before you finally met his eyes with yours.
"Hey," you barely managed. He took in your tone and his expression changed to... to, oh what the hell. It's not like you understood his expressing emotions. Finally, for the first time that day, he spoke.
"(Y/n)," he whispered shakily. All ounces of anger or irritation that you believed he held were not visible. Instead, worry filled his words. "You promised."
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