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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Other(s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Chastity_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester, John
      Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Missing_Scene, Episode:_s05e03_Free_to_Be_You_and_Me, First
      Kiss, John_Winchester's_Bad_Parenting, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse,
      Child_Neglect, Starvation, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Prostitution, Past
      Prostitution, Self-Sacrificing_Dean, Dean_Has_Self-Esteem_Issues, Inner
      Dialogue, Mind_Reading, Repressed_Memories, Mildly_Dubious_Consent,
      Awkward_Sexual_Situations, First_Time, Anal_Sex, slightly_Out_of
      character_Castiel, Unsafe_Sex, Childhood_Trauma, Angst, Prostitution,
      Hurt_Dean_Winchester, possible_whump, Guilt, Virgin_Castiel
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-05 Words: 7720
****** Only if for a Night ******
by My_OTP_is_Better
Summary
     "I need your help, because you are the ONLY ONE who will help me,"
     Cas pleaded. Dean was willing to help Cas catch an archangel, but
     they were going to do it his way: they were going to drive, and they
     most certainly were not going to spend their last night on earth
     "sitting quietly". No, he promised Cas he wouldn't die a virgin, so
     they were off to Nevada.
     But when that went south, Dean would keep his promise - one way or
     another.
Notes
     This is going to be a very long note. Okay, here goes: Title taken
     from a song by Florence+The Machine.
     Usual disclaimer: I own nothing! Kripke, et al own "Supernatural" and
     all associated characters.
     The underage tag is exclusively for flashbacks; Dean is 30/31 years
     old in the majority of this fic.
     My idea of what Dean looked like at 16 is different than what canon
     says he looked like. Imagine a cross between 17/18 year old Dean on
     the show, and Jensen Ackles as Ben/Alec from Dark Angel, and you'll
     have an idea.
     Please read ALL tags (I know there are a lot of them) and if anything
     squicks you out, don't risk it. Your mental well-being is more
     important than a fic. That said, nothing gets touched upon TOO deeply
     except for the past prostitution. Sam and Dean had some pretty shitty
     living conditions, but I felt the way the narrative was set up wasn't
     conducive to going into extreme detail. I could have, since some of
     these things were based off real events, but it didn't fit here.
     Anyway: I did a LOT of research for this fic, so if you have first-
     hand experience or found some flaw, please let me know and I will aim
     to correct it. Misinformation in fan-fiction helps no one.
     I tried to put as many warning tags as possible, but just know: This
     fic is really sad. I've desensitized myself to it by reading it so
     many times, but it is definitely not something you should read if
     you're in a good mood.
     As stated in the tags, this is a missing scene fic based off of 5X03.
     In the course of research, I realized that the only way Dean could've
     brought Cas to a brothel was if they went to Nevada, as Canada's
     repeal on the brothel law didn't occur until 2013. (I can dig up a
     source if you need specifics) Driving from Maine to Nevada and back
     is over a thousand miles each way and would've taken considerable
     time. Given this, it's not unreasonable Dean would've needed a lay-
     over.
     Dub-con tag is in reference to the past prostitution. I hope the
     Dean/Cas scene doesn't read that way, but it's possible it might.
     Just know that both Dean and Cas are fully consenting to each other.
     Okay, I think that's everything. Have at it.
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      Absent_Fathers by sparxwrites
 
“Let me tell you something. There are two things I know for certain: One, Bert
and Ernie are gay; Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not onmywatch,” Dean
stated to a confused Castiel. Cas was sitting around a dusty table in a
dilapidated shack, having just returned from Jerusalem with a container of holy
oil. Dean, who had been shrugging on his jacket, started walking towards the
door, hitting the back of Cas’ chair on the way.
“Let’s go,” Dean said. After several hours of driving (during which Dean caught
Cas up on the whole “separate vacations” thing), they eventually arrived at a
whore house.
                                   ---------
“Hey,” he barked, getting Cas to look at him. “Relax,” Dean ordered, after
taking a sip of his beer.
“This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here,” Cas observed quietly, eyes
wide as he leaned across the table. His hands gripped the edge of the table
tightly, and he swallowed uncomfortably.
Dean knit his eyebrows. “Dude, you full-on rebelled against heaven. Iniquity is
one of the perks,” Dean explained pointedly. A blonde in rosy lipstick and a
white push-up negligee with matching high heels sauntered over, and stopped at
their table, hand on her hip. “Show time,” Dean alerted him, speaking out of
the side of his mouth as he reached for his pint glass again.
“Hi,” she greeted breathily. She looked him up and down, a smile plastered on
her face. “What’s your name?” She asked in a flirty tone, her attention on
Castiel.
He took a sip and when he noticed Cas wasn’t answering any of the questions she
asked, Dean responded loudly, “CAS!” He startled the brunette, who just stared
past the tan, leggy woman. “His name is Cas. What’s your name?”
“Chastity,” she replied proudly.
“Chastity? WOW.”
She affirmed with a high “Mmm-hmm.”
“Is that kismet or what, buddy? Huh?” Cas responded by beginning to hurriedly
drink his beer. After a little more sweet-talking from Dean, Chastity reached
down and grabbed one of Cas’ hands.
“Come on baby,” she coaxed, pulling him to standing.
She began to lead him away but Dean stood suddenly, and grabbed his arm. “Oh,
hey. Listen,” he began and Chastity fell back towards the doorway watching the
two amusedly, “take this.” He thrust a folded handful of fifty dollar bills at
Cas’ chest. Cas could only meet Dean’s eyes briefly while he talked, darting
down to the money, then out to the brothel around him.
He advised, “If she asks for a credit card, NO. And just stick to the basics
okay. Do not order off the menu. Go get her, tiger.”
Cas stood there, the frightened look on his face remaining, and he swallowed
painfully. “Don’t make me push you,” Dean warned, a smug smirk on his face. Cas
took the money from Dean’s outstretched hand, and turned to Chastity.
He watched as the trench-coated man retreated momentarily before his gaze was
torn away, following a very amply-endowed woman wearing a black fishnet teddy
with pink lace trim. Some minutes later, he heard Chastity scream.
As Dean left the blonde he’d chatted up to investigate, he heard her yell, “Get
out of my face! Leave me alone! BASTARD! Screw you, jerk!” She threw a plastic
water bottle at Cas in the hallway, which missed his head and bounced off the
nearby wall.
“I’ll kill you!” She snapped, hands clenched into fists at her sides as she
shook with anger. She turned; her lips curled into a snarl and yelled in Dean’s
face, “Screw you, too! GOD. Oh!! JERK!” With that she stamped down the hall,
away from the two men.
“What the hell did you do?” Dean asked, genuinely confused, stopping in front
of the man, his eyes retreating back to Chastity.
“I don’t know,” Cas responded, looking after the irate prostitute’s quickly
disappearing form. He was disheveled from their brief encounter: his trench
coat was pulled half off from one side, revealing the black of his suit jacket;
his blue tie had been loosened, and the top three buttons of his white shirt
were unbuttoned.
He shook his head and responded, “I just looked at her in the eyes and told her
it wasn’t her fault that her father, Gene, ran off.” Dean’s eyebrows rose
higher with every word the man spoke. Cas continued, “It was because he hated
his job at the post office.”
Dean broke his gaze, shaking his head disbelievingly, his lips starting to
break into a smile despite himself. “Oh no, man!” His eyebrows were still knit
in worry however, and Cas turned his attention back to Dean.
“What?” Cas asked.
“This whole industry runs on absent fathers! It’s - it’s the natural order,” he
explained with conviction, trying to make the angel understand. He grabbed Cas’
arm as the bouncers approached down the hallway. “We should go. Come on!” Once
they ran out the fire exit, they stopped side-by-side in the alley.
He started laughing, and it grew in intensity until Dean was doubled over.
“What’s so funny?” Cas asked.
“Oh… nothing,” Dean replied still chuckling, clapping Cas on the shoulder as he
stood. “Whew… It’s been a long time since I laughed that hard.” He put his arm
around Cas’ shoulders momentarily as they walked, Cas grinning at Dean
awkwardly. Cas passed in front of him to head towards the passenger side of the
impala, and Dean clapped him on the back. “It’s been more than a long
time…years.” Dean looked off into the distance, his smile slowly falling.
                                --------------
  
As they drove on, Dean became more and more aware of Cas’ unwavering gaze.
Those two sentences kept whirring around in Cas’ mind: ‘This whole industry
runs on absent fathers. It’s the natural order.’ His mind went over other
conversations they’d had, trying to get a grasp on some coherent train of
thought.
A few hours passed this way: Cas staring out the window, or alternately, at
Dean. Dean hit the power button on the stereo and it went black. “Hey Cas, can
I ask you something?”
“Of course, Dean.”
“I probably should’ve brought this up before, but I was a little distracted…”
“With the prostitutes,” Cas supplied.
“…Yeah. So anyway, how does this vessel thing work? Is Jimmy inside your
noggin, yelling at you for letting me drag you to a brothel?”
“No, he’s not. Jimmy Novak… we’ve made other arrangements.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dean had to hear this.
“In exchange for the use of him as a vessel and the safety of his family, he’s
asked to not be present in my affairs.”
“Okay, you lost me.”
“When an angel enters a vessel (assuming the angel is not an archangel, that
is), one of three things can happen: either the soul demands to be conscious
while their body is being used, they ask to move on, or they wish to maintain
occupancy without consciousness. Many things angels do can be… troubling to
humans, and they wish not to see it. In this case, a very deep dream-like state
is entered by the soul, so that an angel’s grace may more fully command the
vessel.”
“And Jimmy picked the last one?”
“Not at first. Initially, Jimmy demanded to command his body alongside me. Our
consciousnesses battled and he was disheartened by some of the tasks I was made
to complete. As a devout man, he understood this was God’s will, and that I am
an extension of that. After a while, he requested to sleep. He said that he
trusted my judgment and that whatever I did, I wasn’t to tell him. He said it
didn’t matter as long as it brought me closer to my aims, whether it was
serving Heaven or protecting the Winchesters. I was only to bring him to his
family when this was over.”
Dean nodded, and replied, “So you didn’t screw it up with Chastity on purpose?”
“No. I wasn’t aware you weren’t supposed to bring up a prostitute’s father.”
“Yeah… that sorta thing can be a real sore spot for them.” Dean swallowed, and
looked over at Cas. “Okay, good talk.” He clapped Cas on the shoulder, and
turned the radio back on.
A few more hours passed, and Dean steeled his jaw, his thoughts an unfocused
jumble. He gave a small nod, more to himself than to his friend. “Cas, we’re
going to be making a pit-stop.”
“Why? Shouldn’t we be heading back to trap Raphael?”
“That dick can wait a little while longer.”
Dean turned off onto the next exit, and they soon found themselves in front of
a motel. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
He came back a few minutes later, and gestured for Cas to follow him. They
walked side by side in silence, and Dean stopped in front of room 20. Cas eyed
the blue door curiously; Dean had a habit of always choosing this number if he
had the option. After they passed through the doorway, Dean locked the door
behind them, and drew the thick twill curtains tight. He shrugged off his
jacket and slung it over the back of the chair near the door, before he sat
down on the lone queen-sized bed, kicking off his dusty work boots. Castiel
just stood nearby, watching him intently. Since he’d agreed not to read Dean’s
mind anymore, he was utterly confused.
Dean peeled off his socks, and began unrolling the cuffs of his faded green
over-shirt. “Sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
Cas just nodded, perching on the edge of the bed with his hands resting on his
knees. He watched as Dean shrugged off the garment, clad only in a black t-
shirt and faded jeans now. His eyes flicked to Cas momentarily, and he licked
his lips nervously. Cas’ eyebrows drew up in confusion, his mouth set in a thin
line as he watched the elder Winchester attempt to collect himself. Dean’s
fingers fumbled to remove his wristwatch, and he swore under his breath. He
stood up suddenly, and pulled the comforter out of its hospital corners, his
hands slightly trembling. He rooted around in the duffle he’d dropped
unceremoniously near the head of the bed, dropped his watch into it and looked
over his shoulder at Cas.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Dean advised, looking at a point just beyond
Castiel, “we got another thousand miles to drive tomorrow.” He stood up
momentarily and stretched his back, gaze turning to the angel still perched
near the foot of the bed. “I’m gonna hit the head.”
Castiel watched Dean disappear into the bathroom, then looked around the room:
the motel was nicer than the ones Sam and Dean usually stayed at, but that had
been sheer luck; it was the only one around for miles. He took in the soothing
shade of green on the walls, and the deep blue of the ceiling. He supposed the
owners were going for some sort of aquatic theme, if the angelfish-shaped
keychain was anything to go by. The comforter he sat on was a thin, quilted
number, a night sky reflected in a still ocean printed upon it. Dean had
inexplicably switched on the lamp switch before he shut the door to the
bathroom. His eyes travelled to the lamps on either side of the bed; the
pyramidal shades dimming the light significantly, they cast a flattering glow
on the dark wood surface of the nightstands upon which they sat. The room was
almost too bright now, the ceiling fan’s bulbs blazing brightly. Usually,
things that were annoying to humans such as sensory overload didn’t bother
Castiel. However, he reasoned with himself that today had been an unusual day,
and that seemed to settle the matter in his eyes. With a snap, the overhead
light went dark.
He took a deep breath, suddenly more content in the foreign room. He let his
gaze roam to the seahorse-shaped magnets on the fridge just beyond the bed. It
was a small refrigerator, and sat in the hollow of the entertainment center
which housed a modest television. A pamphlet on one of the nightstands
advertised “Casa Erotica 12,” the TV remote covering the woman’s form.
His eyes went to the plush blue carpeting. It looked soft and by the strangely
plastic smell of the room, had been recently laid. As his eyes continued to
sweep the room, his thoughts began to wander from his surroundings. Dean had
already driven them thousands of miles to try to do Cas a favor – the least he
could do was let Dean sleep. He realized in some far-off part of his brain that
humans required it. He supposed Dean had a point earlier: they had a long way
to go to get back to Maine, and the ritual had to be performed at sunrise; It
just wouldn’t be this sunrise.
Dean, meanwhile, was having a minor freak-out. After using the bathroom and
washing his hands, he looked up at the mirror, trying to psych himself up. Come
on, he told himself, barely recognizing the anxious man staring back at him.
It’s not that big a deal.He took a deep breath, schooling his expression into
something indifferent.Not like you’ve never done it. He sighed, releasing his
grip on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face.
                               He could do this.
                                        
He emerged from the bathroom, sat back down on the side of the bed, and patted
the spot next to him. He noticed the room had gotten much darker, but said
nothing. It would be easier this way. “I made you a promise,” he reminded the
man. Cas moved over, going over every conversation Dean had ever had with him
in his mind.
The confused look remained, and Dean sighed heavily. “I told you I wouldn’t let
you die a virgin.” The two gazed at each other for a minute, Dean shrugging his
shoulders back.
Dean reached out and wrapped his hand around Castiel’s tie, pulling him close.
Before he lost the nerve, he closed the distance and met his lips. Cas’ lips
were softer than Dean had expected, and he noticed how different it felt to
kiss naked lips. When the kiss ended, Dean opened his eyes. Cas no longer
looked confused, but now wore the frightened expression he’d had in the
brothel. He tried painfully to swallow, while Dean met his eyes. “I keep my
promises… okay?” They both recognized the request for what it was, and Cas knew
he had two choices: fly away and wait for Dean in Maine, or accept what his
friend was offering.
Cas blinked, then grabbed the lapels of his trench-coat and pulled it off, the
tan material fluttering as he cast it aside. Dean undid the loose knot of his
tie before slipping it off. He pushed the suit jacket off of Cas’ shoulders,
and gathered the garment in his hand. Dean tossed these on a nearby chair,
waiting for Cas to make the next move.
He could feel his heart beating in his throat, his mouth going dry. Dean moved
his hands to the bed, his fingers digging into the bedding to control his
nerves. No, you can’t treat this like it’s real. Pretend he’s one of them.
Dean was pulled from his thoughts by the sight of Cas’ hands. They met the
edges of his collar and travelled down, his fingertips unconsciously brushing
his chest. Cas’ fingers worked at the remaining buttons of his button-down
efficiently, and he shrugged it off. The muscles in Cas’ bare chest twitched
and jumped as he threw his shirt toward the chair. Dean took in the sight of
his tanned skin, his torso a combination of flat planes and lean muscle. He
wanted to run his thumbs over Cas’ sharp hipbones, wanted to press his lips to
the hollow of his collarbone. He felt himself hardening, and he took another
deep breath to control himself. It’s about him, not about you.
He watched as Dean pulled off his t-shirt by the scruff of his collar, and
began working on his belt buckle. Cas’ eyes moved from the anti-possession
tattoo under his clavicle to the pink, erect nipples underneath and finally to
his hands at his waistband. After Dean had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants,
he reached towards Cas.
It was at this moment he realized he was a participant, and not just an
observer. He looked nervous now, and glanced towards Dean’s duffel, the purple
tube of lube visible next to a roll of condoms. Dean’s eyes followed his, and
he turned on a sly smile: “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Despite Dean’s
confident assurance, Cas gripped the comforter tightly, his arms bent on either
side of him.
                             Show him you mean it.
His hands went to Cas’ chest and slowly travelled down, his calloused fingers
skating over the smooth skin and stopping at the waistband of his slacks. His
fingertips splayed along his stomach and he could feel the fine trembling of
Cas’ muscles, the hairless skin there practically jumping from the contact. He
undid his belt quickly and snapped the button open before leaning forward again
to catch the angel’s lips with his own. He kissed harder, more insistently
until Cas’ lips parted in an unheard sigh. His tongue peeked out and gently
caressed Cas’, his lips pliant. After a few minutes he drew back, his lips
still tingling. His eyes met Cas’ again as his fingers dragged the zipper down,
feeling the slow hardening of Cas’ cock through the fabric.
Dean drew back and shifted his hips off the bed, pushing his jeans and
underwear down in one go. His sudden nudity seemed to fluster Cas slightly,
although he still said nothing. “Lay down,” Dean ordered, and Cas complied,
reclining against the bed. His hands seemed to relax their grip on the bedding
at this point, but his breath was still shallow, apprehensive.
He dragged Cas’ slacks and underwear down, cursing when he noticed they were
impeded by his shoes. He pulled off the shoes and socks quickly, and then
yanked the pants free, and everything lumped together on the floor. As his gaze
made its way back up Cas’ body, he found his thoughts taking a dangerous turn,
and he struggled to resist their allure.
                     No. This is just a favor, that’s all…
Dean blinked rapidly, clearing his head. He crawled up onto the bed to the side
of Cas, and leaned over to get the lube from his duffel with his right hand. He
clenched the muscles in his arms, willing them not to shake as he righted the
bottle. He knew this part would be the hardest. Dean was used to Cas staring at
him by this point, although it had never been with this intention. His cock
twitched at the thought.
Eyes still on Dean, Cas watched as the top was snapped open, the vacuum-sealed
click breaking the silence. He felt strange, but it wasn’t unpleasant: his
heart was racing, his mouth was dry, and his penis felt different. As Dean
dripped the lube onto a few of his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the
gel, his focus shifted to Dean’s body. Up until this point, he hadn’t gazed any
lower than Dean’s navel for more than a second. Now, he let himself look:
Dean’s body was softer than Castiel’s – it looked more inviting. Cas found
himself wanting to run his hands up and down Dean’s muscular thighs, and then…
he panicked: They were two men. How were they going to–
Cas’ thought was interrupted by the sight of Dean’s next action: Poised on his
knees, he reached his lubed fingers behind himself, and bore down; with a
groan, he forced two of them inside. Dean panted, his face screwed up in
discomfort as he began to work himself open. His legs trembled, his hole
burning at the sudden intrusion. “B-been awhile,” he admitted, his voice
shaking. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath; he had to relax. He
needs you to teach him.
Dean reached forward with his other hand and began to stroke Cas’ half-hard
cock. He felt it pulse beneath his fingertips as it stiffened, and he bit back
a moan. He felt his breath go shallow and he dragged his eyes regretfully
upward to get a gauge of Cas’ reaction. When he noticed Cas staring at him with
concern, he attempted a small smile, and remarked, “Just like riding a bike.
Almost there.”
He worked his fingers in earnest, his fingertips making contact with his
prostate. His breath puffed out suddenly, and his cock gave a twitch. Having
stroked Cas to full hardness, his hand reached toward the lube again, and he
removed his fingers. Oh, fuck.
What was he getting himself into? He stared at Cas’ cock, his mouth going dry
again. He hadn’t been worried when Cas was only at half mast. But Cas was a
“grower” and had to be almost eight inches. He didn’t look too thick for Dean
to take, but he wasn’t sure when the last time he’d had something this big in
him was. He felt himself clenching involuntarily, and he drew a shaky breath.
Suddenly, a remembered quote reverberated in him: “Such a greedy little cock-
slut, aren’t you?” the man had asked as he pushed into Dean’s tight, young
hole. He’d made doe eyes at the man after a groan had left his throat and
nodded to keep from crying out.
The unwanted memory had been exactly what he needed to get in the right head-
space. He’d been struggling with what this was, but that was over; he knew his
place now. He took another deep breath, this one steady. He re-lubed the digits
and added another before he pushed them in again, groaning anew. His fingertips
found his prostate quickly, as he attempted to distract himself from the burn
of the sudden stretch. He reached his other hand towards his duffel again and
pulled up the condoms. He ripped one free and tossed it at Cas. “Here, put this
on.”
Cas asked simply, “Why?”
He swallowed painfully, and broke his gaze momentarily as he answered, “You
don’t know where I’ve been.” He’d said it lightheartedly, but the look in his
eyes betrayed the smile on his face. The look Castiel gave Dean in return was
heartbreaking. Dean tore his eyes away from those sad blue ones and added,
“It’s been a few months since I’ve been tested. I don’t wanna give you
anything.”
                          Could you be any less sexy?
Cas wanted to point out that it wouldn’t matter if he died tomorrow, but felt
this might be the wrong moment to make that statement. Instead he nodded, and
tore open the foil packet. “Guess I’m not as on the ball as I used to be,” he
remarked more to himself than Cas. He watched as Cas rolled the condom onto
himself, and then looked back up at Dean. He withdrew the fingers from himself,
and reached for the lube again. He slicked Cas up and straddled his thighs. Oh
God. This is actually going to happen.
“Hold it steady,” he directed, and Cas complied. Dean lined his cock up with
his hole, and did his best to relax. The heartbreaking look remained, and Dean
added, “And stop looking at me like that. I’m trying to do you a favor.”
         Fuck him right and he won’t care what you said to him before.
Dean slowly lowered himself down onto Cas, moaning loudly at the intrusion. He
couldn’t help it – that always happened when he took a cock. When he met Cas’
lap, he leaned forward, panting slightly. He needed time to adjust, so he
stalled: “There isn’t anyone on either side of us. Make as much noise as you
want.”
Cas just nodded in response, and Dean leaned back, planting his hands on either
side of him. As he began to roll his hips, he coaxed a small groan out of Cas.
He soon found a rhythm that pulled more sounds from Cas, and he smiled at the
way he was slowly unraveling the angel’s control.
His cock ached painfully – he hadn’t touched it once since they started. He
wanted to beg Cas to touch it. Dean wanted and yearned down to his core for Cas
to touch him, to taste him, to hold him. But he knew he couldn’t ask that. And
he hadn’t touched himself for fear of going off like a damn teenager. He
focused on the feeling of Cas’ cock stretching him wide, his eyes fluttering
closed. He concentrated on the pressure of the head of Cas’ cock glancing that
special spot inside him, and he let out a small keening sound.
He reached out tentatively, gently gripping Dean’s hips, and Dean’s eyes flew
open. Dean closed his hands over them; “You can be rougher, you know. I won’t
break.” He moved his hands to Cas’ chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples
experimentally. When this elicited no response, he reached between his legs to
gently pull on his balls. Cas had unwittingly been hitting his prostate, and he
was beginning to feel that buzz deep in his core. Give him a show.
Despite how good it felt to stay in the position he was in, he shifted his legs
to give Cas a better view of where they were joining. Cas finally broke his
gaze from Dean’s face and stared at his cock as he made small, hesitant thrusts
up.
“That’s so good…More,” Dean begged, forcing his face not to screw up; they
usually liked the slack-jawed look. Cas started moving faster, and Dean reveled
in it. This, Dean knew. This, Dean was used to, and he slammed back down onto
his lap repeatedly.
                                 Yes. Use me.
But as Cas met his gaze again, his pace flagged: Dean’s eyes were… empty. His
face was blank, and he bit his bottom lip in concentration as he rolled his
hips. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s back, and pulled him closer.
Dean’s sudden look of panic was quickly hidden by a “come-hither” expression,
but not quickly enough. “What’s wrong?” Cas asked, not moving.
He struggled to pick up the slack from this position and replied, “Nothing,
just haven’t… been this close before.” He looked away again, an unreadable
expression in his eyes. “Let me up, Cas. You can’t really fuck me like this.”
He struggled under the angel’s strong grip. He wasn’t scared, but what he did
feel was even more terrifying. He chastised himself: You’re convenient. That’s
it.
“So?”
“Cas, let me do this for you. If you don’t like it, there’s no point.”
“I like it, Dean,” he replied. As if to illustrate his point, he rolled his
hips up into Dean, his thrusts slow but forceful. The feeling jarred Dean from
his thoughts, and he let out another moan.
“You like doing it like that?” Dean asked, an idea forming in his mind. His
lips curled lasciviously and he purred out, “Get me on my knees and you can go
in deeper.” If Dean was biting a pillow, he wouldn’t have to see the way Cas
was looking at him.
“No,” he replied, his cerulean eyes gazing entreatingly “Stay here with me.”
“I am –”
“Mentally. Don’t retreat, Dean. Please, I won’t hurt you.”
Dean was stunned, and lay against Cas, braced on his elbows. If this was what
Cas wanted…
“You need to do this right as much as I do. Stay with me, Dean.”
With that, he rolled his hips again, glancing his prostate. He clenched in
waves, his body drawing Cas further into him. He shuddered at the feeling,
grinding forward to get more friction on his untouched cock. Dean finally met
his eyes again and Cas saw the vulnerability there; coquette Dean was gone. All
that remained was this scarred man letting himself be weak.
He clenched around Cas, reaching out for his hand. When he found it, he twined
their fingers together. “Cas,” he moaned, feeling himself on the edge. Cas
gripped his hand, and thrust faster.
“Dean,” he responded, getting close himself, “it’s okay.”
With a strangled groan, Dean came. As he felt it shoot out of him, sparks
washed over his vision, a sobbed moan of the angel’s name passing his lips
again. He blinked, gazing down at the blue eyes below him. He clenched weakly,
his legs shaking as he rode it out, and slowly came back down to reality.
Cas’ eyes squeezed shut and he breathed out a “Dean” before losing his voice to
ragged pants. He pulsed, his hips jerking of their own accord. They slowly
stuttered to a halt, and Dean leaned back, straddling his lap. The urge to curl
up in Cas’ arms was almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath, relaxing his
hole. He braced himself against Cas’ chest with one hand, the other hand
holding the base of the condom down. He shifted up, pulling the spent cock out
of him.
He moved, rolling off of Castiel and standing up. He walked awkwardly to the
bathroom, leaving the disheveled angel looking slightly dazed on the bed. After
using the bathroom he washed his hands, keeping his head resolutely down; he
couldn’t look at himself right now.
When he came back into the room, he felt Cas’ gaze on him. He noticed Cas had
mojo’ed himself clean while he was away, and had found his underwear to boot.
Dean stepped into his boxers and was searching for his t-shirt when Cas said,
“Dean.” Dean’s shoulders flinched imperceptibly but he just pulled on the
shirt, back now to the angel.
“Dean.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. Just don’t tell Sam, okay?”
“It was very pleasurable.” Dean smirked at this, and let out a full-body yawn.
“Dean, look at me.” Dean turned around slowly, and met Cas’ gaze.
“Yeah?”
“You’re upset.”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“You’re experiencing regret.”
“What I’m ‘experiencing’ is exhaustion. I’ve gotta rest, man. Wake me up in
four hours, and we’ll hit the road.”
“I’ll watch over you,” Cas agreed, and got off the bed. He had managed to find
his boxer shorts while Dean was in the bathroom, but was otherwise naked. He
watched Dean get under the covers and he murmured, “Get the lights, Cas.”
Cas turned off the lamps with a snap. He thought he heard Dean mutter a
“thanks” but couldn’t be sure. He picked up his articles of clothing from where
they’d been flung but seemed reluctant to put any of them on. Cas gazed at the
clock and noted the time, before letting out a large sigh. Slowly, he picked up
his socks…
The next four hours seemed to fly by. When Cas touched Dean’s shoulder, the man
jolted awake. “Sammy?” he called into the darkness, his voice hoarse from
sleep.
“Sam’s not here Dean,” Cas reminded him, and withdrew his hand. Dean looked
around, and realized the room only had one bed in it. He clicked on the lamp
beside him and stared down at his phone.
“I slept more than four hours?” he asked, incredulous.
“Five. Your r.e.m. cycle wasn’t over. It would’ve been unwise to wake you.”
“How did you – did you go poking around in my brain again?” Dean asked
accusingly, and Cas just stared back at him wearily.
“No. I monitored your eye movements.”
Dean still seemed too sleepy to argue properly, so he just nodded. As he sat
up, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. He stood up slowly,
shuffling around the room to gather up his clothes. As he yanked on his socks
he asked, “Where are your pants?”
“Tonight was the first time I’d been without clothing since inhabiting this
vessel. I enjoyed the feeling.”
“Right… Well, you need to get dressed now. We have an archangel to snag.” Cas
squinted at him for a few moments, then gathered his clothes from the table
he’d set them on. He pulled on his slacks. Dean zipped the duffel close, and
shoved his phone in his pocket. While he waited for Cas to finish getting
dressed, he buttoned his over-shirt, and found his jacket across the room…
                                                                                                            
______
As Dean started the impala and peeled out of the parking lot, Cas said, “For
what it’s worth, I don’t think any less of you. You did what you had to do to
keep you and your brother fed and sheltered.”
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, setting his jaw. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about, Cas,” he lied, turning on the radio. Cas waved a
hand and the radio fell silent. A steady rain was beginning to fall against the
windshield and the sound was thunderous in the stretch of silence that
followed.
“Dean, we are about to go up against an archangel. If your mind is anywhere
else at all when we get there, he will use it against you to turn you into the
Michael sword. We will talk about this now.”
Cas squinted at Dean, and he nodded his assent. “What you did… it wasn’t out of
lust or greed. It was out of love. So, to me at least, it was not a sin.”
“Doubt your pops sees it that way,” Dean replied, trying to lighten the mood.
His stomach was actually churning painfully, talking about thiswith a freakin’
angel.
“I do not wish to abuse your trust: I didn’t just figure this out tonight, but
it did give me some context.”
“Wait… you knew?!”
“You have nightmares… often. When I watch over you, you sometimes wake in the
middle of the night. At first, I would simply put you to sleep – a dreamless
sleep. But the longer it went on, the more I worried. I worried that your time
in hell had shattered your psyche to the point that you might do something
rash. I sought to understand… I’m sorry Dean, but I read your mind while you
slept. I saw your nightmares. Mostly they were flashbacks to hell. But once, I
saw something older… Something from your childhood: The man in the alley the
first time you went down on your knees, and…” He took a deep breath to collect
himself, thinking about how to phrase it. “And the other man, the first time
you –”
“Enough!” Dean cut him off, the force of his outburst startling the angel.
“I get it, you gate-crashed my head and watched guys fuck me. Point taken,” he
replied, eyes focused resolutely on the road.
“Dean, I did not watch because it gave me pleasure. I wanted to understand your
pain. Besides, the bad moments were not the only memories I witnessed.
Occasionally your mind would drift to something more pleasant, as a way to
self-soothe. I also saw the first time you bought groceries when your dad’s
money ran out. I saw the first time you got off your knees and bought another
week at the hotel. I saw the way your cheeks began to fill out because you no
longer had to go without to make sure your little brother could eat. Dean, I
know why you pick number 20.”
Dean flinched, not sure he wanted to hear this.
“You were twenty years old when you were able to stop for good. That was the
year Sam turned sixteen. That was when he was old enough – and you trusted him
enough – to get an honest job. I know you only did it when you absolutely had
to; when you needed to eat or to pay a bill… that was your only skill set.”
Jeez… how many dreams had the guys stepped in on?
Dean took a deep breath: “Yeah, okay? I was a snot-nosed kid, and when I was
sixteen I couldn’t hustle pool or gamble to save my life. I stole from people
now and then… but lifted pocket change won’t cover a meal, and the only time I
ever shoplifted, I got arrested. We moved around so much that Sam and I never
got free lunch at school, even though we sure as hell qualified. We didn’t
really have any friends besides each other, so it’s not like we could just go
somewhere else for dinner. Dad was always too busy with ‘the job’ to teach us
how to feed ourselves or how to buy groceries. He taught me how to heat up
beans and dial for a pizza, but that was about it. And it’s not like we coulda
learned from example: the old man seemed to run off of cheap beer and
sandwiches.” He bitterly recalled a memory of John feeding them fried bologna
sandwiches and passing out in front of the TV, while Sam just cried because he
was running a fever. Thank god he’d been old enough to open child-proof caps.
He took a deep breath, changing track. “But you didn’t ask about how poor we
were as kids. You wanted to know about the tricks, so I’ll tell you. There were
no women. You can’t get women to fuck you for money when you’re under-aged. I
was 16 when I blew a guy for the first time. I got thirty dollars, and I
remember thinking how easy it was. When I was that age, I hadn’t really filled
out yet. I was strong, but I was lanky – you know, a twink. Back before I could
grow a beard, I looked a lot more like a girl, which they liked. I wore my
clothes baggy, and that year I let my hair grow longer. My voice hadn’t
finished changing all the way, so if I really tried, I could make it high. Most
of the guys I went down on didn’t know I was a dude.” He smirked, shaking his
head. Cas had a hard time believing it, as well – he’d never considered Dean as
anything other than the man that he was.
“But after awhile, that didn’t work anymore. My voice got deeper, and I started
to pack on muscle. I was still kind of twinky-looking, but everyone knew I was
a boy. So I had to get creative. I wore eyeliner and tighter clothes to attract
the guys I knew for sure were queer. We spent a year in this town and all the
locals at the bar were getting to know me. They knew I was good for a back-
alley bj, but one a week wasn’t paying the bills. And dad sure as hell wasn’t
paying them. We lived in a shitty motel that only took cash, so it’s not like
his fake cards would work. But at that point he was convinced that we were old
enough to handle ourselves, so he could focus on what was ‘important’.” He
sneered – Sam was fucking twelve!
“Bobby tried to help the few times I called him, but dad found out and smacked
some sense into me. He told me I was making him look bad, that we didn’t need
any ‘fucking charity’. He rented the hotel for another week and threw 50 bucks
at me, then left again. But one week turned into two, and the money ran out
like it always does. I needed more – a lot more. Since it turns out guys can’t
charge as much as girls, twenty dollars wadded up in my hand after I spit some
guy out didn’t buy Sammy new shoes or a winter coat.” He took a deep breath,
and the next bit came out fast. “So, uh, three days after my 17th birthday, I
let a guy bend me over in his hotel room. I knew how to fight better by then,
so I knew I could handle myself against a paunchy, balding middle-aged dude. In
retrospect, it wasn’t that bad; he had lube, a condom, and just wanted some
strange. It hurt like a bitch after, though. I didn’t know you had to prep
yourself, that you had to relax. I didn’t expect a reach-around or anything,
but this guy was pretty nice for a trick. And I left with 100 dollars, so what
did it matter?” He took another deep breath, and tightened his grip on the
steering wheel.
“I – I can’t talk about it anymore, though. If you wanna know, just… see for
yourself.” He gestured to his temple, giving Cas permission to read his mind.
Cas pressed two fingers to Dean’s temple, and a wave of Dean’s memories
assaulted him. Dean braced against a cold brick wall in a muddy alley, some
hairy biker plowing into him and calling him a dirty whore; Dean and another
man in a hotel room, the man spitting into his palm for lube while Dean got
down on all fours; Dean in the backseat of a car, riding some middle-aged man
like he actually enjoyed it… he had.
Dean getting shorted after another alleyway quickie, and being too sore to
chase after the dirt-bag; Dean taking a scalding shower in the middle of the
night and trying hard not to cry, a thin trickle of blood dripping down his
leg.
Cas saw the bike Dean bought Sam; the new school clothes and the money order
for Sam’s SAT test; the thickly-lined coats to combat the Midwest winter; the
stocked fridge and the marks on the door frame showing how much Sam had grown.
But he also saw the confused looks Sam sometimes gave Dean: The sleepy
confusion when Dean hadn’t slipped into the room quietly enough; the alarm when
Dean awoke with a giant bruise he hadn’t had when they’d gone to sleep that
night; the skepticism when Dean said he’d won the money at poker, or hustling
pool; The worry when he walked in on Dean in the bathroom: he had the toilet
lid down and was sitting on top of it, dabbing rubbing alcohol onto his
scraped-up knees. The both knew Dean was lying when he’d said he’d gotten into
a fight, but neither said anything else. He prayed Sam never figured it out.
Of course, Dean had been getting better at pool and poker during this time, so
it wasn’t a total lie. And after the time Dean had gotten hurt… down there, he
stopped for a long time. He’d had a tiny bit of dough squirreled away in a sock
in the bottom of his duffel bag. After new cash stopped flowing in, he began to
dip into it, little by little. Sam hadn’t noticed, at first: Dean just went
grocery shopping less often and stopped buying things they didn’t absolutely
need. After a month of spaghetti-O’s for dinner though, he said, “I should get
a job.”
“No, Sammy. You go to school. You’re the smart one. Besides, you’re only
fifteen – you can’t get a job anywhere.”
“I can get a work permit, work after school. It’ll be fine, I don’t need to
study as much as I do…”
“God dammit Sammy, I said NO! I’llget us money. You just keep your nose in the
books.”
After that, Dean had started giving head again. But he was wary, and hoped this
would be enough; it wasn’t. After Dean lost his last twenty dollars to a pool
shark and John had called to say he’d be gone another week, he resigned himself
to his fate. He took another guy in the alleyway and used the money to buy more
lube and condoms. He couldn’t always make the tricks wear one, especially if he
needed the money bad enough. But he could have proper lube on him and start
prepping himself before his nights out again.
So the last year was the hardest: he worked at a garage during the day, slept
for a few hours, and went out at night. He hustled pool and gambled, but when
he lost, he hooked in the back alley, or the bar restroom. He saved as much
money as he could, but he got thin again from the stress of it all. And
sometimes, it was easier to not eat than to bend over. He got checked out at
the local clinic from time to time; he’d only gotten Chlamydia once from oral
sex, thank god. As shitty as it was, he thanked his stars he’d never gotten
anything worse.
Dean’s memory went to Sam’s sixteenth birthday, and the announcement that he’d
gotten an after-school job at the local bowling alley. Dean was worried, but
Sam juggled both school and work with finesse. He started putting on weight
from working around greasy food, and muscle from lifting heavy equipment all
day. By the time Sam left for college, he was in his beginning stage of
Sasquatch-ness.
Dean’s memories faded after that, and Cas broke the connection between their
minds. He lay back against the passenger seat, and just stared at Dean for a
long time. When he finally spoke again, his tone was more serious than Dean had
ever heard it. “Dean–”
“Just… leave it. It’s the past; there’s nothing we can do about it.”
They drove in silence until they were back in Maine.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Cas?”
“I’m glad it was me, and I’m glad it was you.”
“What?”
“I’m glad I was the one to save you from hell. And I’m glad I lost my virginity
to you. I didn’t care for Chastity.”
“Come on man, she was hot!”
“No, you misunderstand. I didn’t carefor her,” he emphasized.
Dean’s mouth crooked into a smile. “I like you too, Cas.”
                                                                                                   
_______
It was as if the impala was a space separated from the real world. When the men
pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, the spell was broken. Everything
terrifying and real and sacred that had been said inside would stay there. As
they made their way to the front entrance, something shifted. Once again, they
were hunter and angel, and they had a job to do.
 
The sun began to rise behind Castiel. Dean shut the blinds of the room at St.
Pete’s and Cas poured a circle of oil around Raphael’s last vessel – Donnie
Finnerman. Dean fingered the box of matches in his pocket, and tossed them to
Castiel. Nodding towards the window, he said, “Show time.”
                                                                    
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 had turned
into almost a lock down with the temperature dropping steadily. Fires were lit
in each room and a hot pot of water set at Castiel's feet to keep him warm.
 
It only made the worry settle deep in his chest. If the snow got any
deeper...Dean wouldn't be able to return home. It was bad enough when he got
his first letter from him saying that he'd be staying a week later than he had
planned. It was a two days ride and that was if Dean stayed on Baby the entire
way with no stopping. And now with the snow...the storm would be following
shortly. His stomach churned at the thought and Castiel had to take a deep
breath to keep his lunch down.
 
He sat up and rubbed at his stomach, swallowing almost convulsively. He thought
he had it under control when Gabriel entered the room with a mug of hot tea for
him. Usually he loved the smell of it but this time it made him feel horrid.
His stomach did one final twist and he was up on his feet, rushing off to the
bathroom to empty out his stomach.
 
“Castiel? Are you alright?” Gabriel called out through the door. Castiel
gripped the toilet bowl, his entire body shaking as he tried to keep his vision
from swimming.
 
“I'm...I'm fine! Just a little sick is all,” Castiel groaned moving to lean up
against the wall. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, not realizing he had
drifted off until a cool cloth was being pressed to his flushed cheeks.
 
“You don't feel warm...” Gabriel said his brows knit together with concern.
Castiel gave him a timid smile, reaching up to take the towel from him.
 
“I've been feeling queasy all day to be honest. I think I'm just overly worried
about Dean,” Castiel sighed wiping the damp cloth all over his face. He felt
gross and his entire body felt heavy. Maybe he caught something from going out
into the snow?
 
“Hmm, maybe. If you're still feeling like this in a few hours, I'll have Kali
come in and check on you. Do you want to stay in the study or return to your
room?” Gabriel asked helping him to his feet. Castiel smiled at the mention of
Gabriel's wife. She was such a spit fire it was always amusing to see the pair
around each other. It was nice to see someone was able to keep the trickster on
his toes.
 
“I'll stay in the study...but could you bring me another blanket?” Castiel
asked almost timidly. Gabriel gave him a warm smile before walking with him
back to the study. Castiel was still trying to get used to “ordering” people
around. It was definitely something he was never accustomed to, being
constantly locked away in his room when he had lived with his brother.
Castiel's stomach was still churning but he felt slightly better, even more so
when Gabriel came in with the big blanket from his bedroom. He groaned with
pleasure as the warmth of it surrounded him along with Dean's scent.
 
He didn't remember falling asleep but he was being shaken gently, “What is it
Gabriel?”
 
“Someone's riding up...I can't tell who it is though,” he said softly.
Castiel's eyes popped open and he was struggling to get out from under the
blanket. He was praying that it was Dean but when he reached the front door he
recognized the two rider's approaching. It was Dean's younger brother's.
 
“It's Sam and Adam...bring some warm blankets for them and some tea,” Castiel
said. Gabriel left his side with a nod just as the two boys dismounted. Garth
suddenly appeared to take care of their horses while they stomped their way
closer.
 
“Castiel! It's so good to see you!” Sam exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the
scarf wrapped around half his face. Adam stood shivering next to him, his eyes
rolling as he shoved Sam out of the way to get into the house. Castiel laughed
and moved to let them slip inside. They hurried into the study where it was
deliciously warm and both boys groaned loud.
 
Another wave of nausea slammed into him when Gabriel entered with their tea but
he tried to fight it off. He busied around the room, helping them divest of
their soaked clothes until they were in their under garments, sitting close to
the fire. Kali came in with the hot blankets, draping it over their shoulders.
 
“What were you two thinking?” she chastised. Castiel grinned as he sunk back
down on the couch, pulling the blanket back over his lap.
 
“Well, it wasn't snowing where we were nor was it this damn cold! It just came
out of nowhere and I wold much rather be here then some tavern,” Sam argued
taking a loud sip from his cup. Castiel laughed, his face falling instantly
when the smell got to him again. He was up and racing to the bathroom again,
whimpering as his head felt like it was exploding.
 
He vaguely hear Sam's voice outside the door, asking in quiet tones what was
wrong with him. Gabriel's reply was muffled, the words slurring together as
Castiel's eye lids started to droop. He reached for the towel with a shaky
hand, wiping his mouth and face. The door opened slowly and he was met with a
very concerned looking Sam Winchester.
 
“Castiel? Are you alright?” he asked softly. Castiel only groaned, moving to
lean up against the wall, his head pounding right behind his eyes.
 
“I think I may have caught something from going out into the snow,” he said
pitifully. Sam looked him over, shaking his head a bit.
 
“I need to look you over,” Sam said more to himself. Castiel only shrugged,
allowing for Sam to pick him up as if he weighed nothing. Sam moved through the
house easily, knowing the ins and outs of each hallway and room. He toed the
door to Castiel and Dean's bedroom, placing him gently on the bed.
 
“How long has this been going on?” Sam asked, fingers gently brushing over his
forehead.
 
“You do know you're not a doctor yet right?” Adam asked. Castiel laughed
sitting up enough to see the youngest Winchester staring at Sam with a raised
brow. Sam rolled his eyes, continuing his poking and prodding.
 
“I wasn't feeling well earlier....I'm sure it's just me being overly worried,”
Castiel said. Sam pushed on his stomach and Castiel winced, not noticing before
how tender his stomach actually was.
 
“Cas...I'm going to ask you something really personal...um...have you and Dean
been...intimate lately?” Sam asked softly. Adam made a gagging noise before
disappearing from the room. A blush bloomed across his face and ears as his
fingers nervously picked at the blanket.
 
“Yes....we uh...right before he left,” he stammered. Sam looked uncomfortable
for a brief minute, fingers still pushing down on his stomach when he smiled
brightly.
 
“I think you're pregnant Cas...” Sam whispered. Castiel swallowed hard,
scrambling to sit up against the headboard. He knew it was possible...male
pregnancy happened just as often as female one's did. But he never even thought
to take precautions...not even from the first time he laid with Dean. Did his
husband even want a child this early into their marriage? A frown knit his
brows together and Sam gently brushed his thumb over his forehead.
 
“Don't worry yourself Castiel...Dean will be so excited when he finds out,” Sam
said with a huge smile. It was comforting but something else was squeezing his
chest almost painfully. He was pregnant and Dean was stuck in another land for
God knows how long. Sam seemed to read his thoughts and gave him a grim smile,
his eyes looking over at the window to watch the steadily falling snow.
 
===============================================================================
                          ~2 Months Later...January~
                                        
                                        
Dean patted the side of Baby's flank tiredly, his body was numb and he couldn't
feel his ass or fingers at this point. He was so aggravated with not only
himself but how the negotiations went down. Lord Josiah hadn't wanted him to
leave, begging him to stay for just another week, to smooth everything over and
make sure it was all understood. So of course, being the gracious guest he was,
couldn't exactly refuse. Then the snow started to fall...he had tried to leave
but word came down that Havenswood was getting hit hard with the storm. He had
never been so angry, spitting curses as he locked himself in the room they
provided him with.
 
The day the storm finally blew out and the snow began to thin, he was on his
horse, riding hard towards his home in Havenswood. Even Baby seemed eager to be
home in her own stall with her own handler Garth. They didn't stop until Baby
was snorting, almost coughing. He didn't care that he himself was miserably wet
and freezing but his horse...he had to stop at a nearby tavern to make sure she
was taken care of. Once she was warm, belly full of food and she was anxiously
nipping at his shirt, they were off again.
 
“Almost home...God he is going to be so angry with me,” Dean sighed heavily,
just thinking about how warm he was going to be snuggling with Castiel. If he
wasn't too pissed that was. If only had just left when he wanted too, they
could have taken advantage of being snowed in together. Rolling his eyes he
pulled his cloak around himself tighter, leaning over to hunch over his horses
flank.
 
He didn't remember falling asleep but Baby snorted loudly at him. He sat up
slowly and a huge smile broke out. The adolescent cherry blossom trees were in
view and he cried out, urging Baby on faster. The snow had melted fast over
here, the sun warming up his frozen cheeks. Patches of snow still clung to the
grass and he could see a few of his servants rushing around outside.
 
“Garth!” he called out happily. The skinny stable boy turned, almost slipping
on the slick ground.
 
“Your grace? Oh it is so good to see you!” he laughed openly hurrying to grasp
at Baby's reigns. Dean took in a deep breath, the scent of his home warming him
up on the inside. It took some maneuvering and some help from Garth but he
managed to slide off his horse, his body instantly starting to shiver.
 
“How is he?' Dean asked trying to keep his teeth from chattering. Something
close to amusement and nerves crossed over Garth's face but he quickly covered
with a non committal shrug.
 
“Castiel is good...eager to have you home,” he said. Dean eyed him closely but
chose to ignore it.
 
“Dean? Oh thank God you're home!” Dean turned to see Sam running into the
stable to embrace him. Dean groaned at how warm his brother was, clapping him
on the back a few times before reluctantly letting him go.
 
“It's good to be home...help me get inside, I'm still frozen stiff,” he
laughed. Sam shared a look with Garth over his head and he was about to ask
when Sam started to pull him towards the house.
 
The second they entered the house Dean relaxed, the tension in his shoulders,
the freeze settling in his bones warmed up and he sighed. Sam helped him take
off the layers of coats until he was in his simple warm clothes.
 
“Where is he Sam?” Dean asked, almost nervously. Sam smirked down at him,
turning him to face the direction of the library.
 
“He's been waiting for you,” he said with a gentle push. Dean grinned up at
him, making his way towards the room. The doors were closed and he could just
barely hear a soft voice singing through the wood. He swallowed hard, letting
his forehead rest against it, just listening to his husband's sweet voice.
                                        
As quietly as he could manage, he pushed open the door to steal a glance at
him, biting down on his bottom lip. Castiel had his back to him, gently swaying
on his feet. Dean almost started to chuckle when Castiel turned, hands rubbing
at his swollen stomach. Breath caught in his throat and he nearly fell when his
vision swayed.
 
“Shhh, it's ok...Daddy will be home soon...the snow's finally started to melt,”
Castiel cooed, a bright smile gracing his lips. Dean couldn't believe it...his
husband was pregnant and he hadn't even been there! Before the guilt and anger
could rise too high, those bright blue eyes found him.
 
“D-Dean?” Castiel whispered, his eyes growing wide. Dean saw him swallow hard,
hands fumbling to cover up his stomach almost anxiously.
 
“Please don't...” Dean stammered finally pulling himself from the door. He took
one final look at his husband before rushing over, wrapping his arms tightly
around him. Castiel deflated, almost gasping as he clung onto his shirt.
 
“You're actually here...” he whispered, his warm breath brushing over his ear.
 
“I'm here sweetheart...and I'm not leaving again,” Dean promised turning his
head to kiss him softly. He moved them over to the couch, pulling Castiel onto
his lap.
 
“I can't...how long?” Dean asked reaching out to rub Castiel's stomach timidly.
Castiel smiled brightly, lifting up his shirt to let Dean touch his skin.
 
“Kali says I'm about 3 months now,” Castiel replied moving so his head could
rest on Dean's shoulder. Dean nodded, pulling his husband in closer, relishing
in the warmth and sweet smell of his skin.
 
“I'm so sorry I was gone for so long...if I had known...”
 
“Shh...it doesn't matter. You're safe and home now...we missed you,” he said
softly. Dean nodded, wrapping himself around his husband even tighter.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I love how several of my stories go from being a one shot to a series
     lol. I can't promise how quickly this story will be updated but I
     love it and want to keep working on it. Any prompts/ideas would be
     lovely!
 
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The sun was just barely dipping down into the horizon when Dean looked over his
book, smiling over at a softly snoring Castiel. His husband was snuggled deep
into the huge nest of blankets he had very shyly asked for the night before. It
had been so adorable seeing the bright pink blush on his cheeks as his hands
rubbed at his swollen stomach. Dean could never deny him anything but he
couldn't help getting Castiel to look at him and ask again. So of course with
the help of Gabriel, they found their spare blankets and made sure they were
fresh before placing them on the bed. Castiel's eyes had gone huge and
just...melted once he was in the middle of it all, damn near purring when Dean
crawled in with him.
 
Dean had to admit, it was pretty comfy and getting to be squished up with his
husband, hands on his big tummy was pretty awesome. He didn't really know the
time line but he was sure Castiel had to be at 6 months now. They had a visit
from both the doctor and his little brother Sam over the past few weeks just to
mark his progress. Sam couldn't wait to meet the newest Winchester...Adam was
too but Sam was like a hyper puppy. In fact, his brothers were due to be
returning back in a few weeks. With school ending and summer about to start,
they would be around for at least a few months before having to return back to
the university.
 
He took in a deep breath and stretched over the back of his chair before
standing up, taking a glance out the window. The sun had dipped down even more
and the sky was churning with vibrant shades of purples, reds and blues.
Turning away, he stepped over to the bed and grinned, only the tips of
Castiel's hair was peaking out from under the covers. He gently pulled down the
blanket until he could see Castiel's peaceful face. He always looked beautiful
but he was breathtaking while asleep, all smooth and innocent. Dean bit his
lip, trailing his finger down the line of his nose then traced over his plump
lips. Castiel made a mewling noise in his sleep, his face trying to move away
from the tickling movements.
 
“Mmm....stop...” he grumbled shoving his face as far as he could into the
pillow. Dean laughed softly sitting further up on the mattress, his arm draped
over and fist resting against the bed. His free hand rubbed at his shoulder,
letting it move down to rub at Castiel's stomach. A breath caught in his throat
when there was a fluttering kick against his palm. He knew there was life
growing inside his husband but there was always a sense of intense relief when
he actually got to feel it for himself.
 
There was a prickling sensation at the back of his neck and when he looked up
he was met by affectionate sleepy blue eyes. A warm smile pulling at Castiel's
lips, his bottom one caught between his teeth.
 
“Hi...” Castiel said softly, his own hand moving down to cover Dean's. Dean
just smiled back, leaning in to brush their lips together almost teasingly. He
went to pull away only to chuckle as needy hands grabbed at his shoulders,
pulling him back down. Dean moved around until he was lying next to his
husband, his upper body draped over Castiel's. His left hand tangled into the
thick unruly hair while the other rubbed circles into Castiel's belly. Their
lips moved slowly together, content on keeping it slow as warm breaths tickled
their cheeks.
 
“I'm so glad you decided to stay,” Castiel hummed against Dean's cheek. Dean
nodded almost eagerly, his arms circling around his husband even tighter. At
the first signs of spring, the letters began to pour in, demanding Dean's
presence before the King and other neighboring lands. The only one he attended
was the king's...and it was only a quick update on how things were going in
Havenswood. As soon as he relayed everything, the King had given him an
affectionate smile and ordered him to go take care of his husband. He replied
to the others with a pretty terse “not until summer.” He was going to spend as
much time with Castiel as he could...and when their baby was finally born, he'd
probably send the next batch of letters with “not until fall”.
 
It wasn't his fault that the others didn't have his passion for family and
didn't have someone like Castiel waiting back at home for them. He felt bad for
them but didn't let it bother him too much, just snuggled into Castiel's warmth
even more.
 
Castiel sighed contentedly, moving onto his side a bit so that his stomach was
pressed right against Dean's. There was another fluttering kick and Dean sucked
in a quick breath, a huge grin growing on his face.
 
“She's glad you stayed home too,” Castiel said softly. Dean raised a brow,
bottom lip catching between his teeth.
 
“She?” Dean asked, palm resting on the side of his stomach, thumb rubbing slow
circles. Castiel blushed an adorable pink and shrugged a shoulder.
 
“I have a feeling it's a girl...” he said almost defensively. Dean could only
grin, leaning in to chase at Castiel's lips, humming when he finally caught his
bottom one and nibbled at it slowly. Castiel's eyes fluttered close, moaning
quietly as his hands reached out to grip onto Dean's shirt.
 
“I can't wait to meet her sweetheart,” Dean mumbled, scooting closer. Castiel
moved away a bit and giggled when Dean chased his lips again.
 
“You...you won't care that it's not a boy?” Castiel asked pushing at his chest
a bit. Dean stared at him incredulously only to melt at the very real fear
nestling in those blue eyes. Dean hovered over him, his hand cupping the side
of his face.
 
“No...all I will ever care about is that they are healthy and safe. To be quite
honest with you...I was hoping it would be a girl,” Dean said, swallowing the
growing lump in his throat. Castiel stared up at him, his own hand reaching up
to press against his cheek. Dean swallowed hard, turning his face to kiss his
palm.
 
“You want to call her Mary...” Castiel said softly. He didn't need to pose it
as a question...there was no need. Dean had told him every detail of his
mother's death and how it had nearly destroyed their family. The only thing
that pulled John out of his rage had been his step mother Karen, the daughter
of a local merchant. Everyone, including the King had given him hell about it
but John ignored them. She wasn't Mary and never would be, but she somehow
glued the pieces of John's broken soul back together. And even gave him another
son.
 
Dean gave him a sheepish smile, hiding his face into Castiel's neck to bury his
embarrassing tears. Castiel allowed it for now, his hands rubbing soothing
circles into his back. They laid in their small heap for a long time, the hour
becoming rather late and the only sounds heard was their breathing and the
slight wind from outside.
 
“Will you open the window?” Castiel asked just above a whisper. Dean groaned
playfully, not wanting to move from his very comfortable spot. He caved though,
wiggling his way out of the nest to jog over to the window he had been sitting
by earlier. The air was cool with just a slight chill, the amazing scent of
gardenia's wafting into the room. Dean had asked Garth to plant the flowers in
the window box as a surprise for Castiel, the scent being one of his favorites.
 
“Mmm...thank you,” Castiel sighed, his words coming out a bit slurred. Dean
grinned turning back to glance at his very sleepy husband. He had turned onto
to his side to face the now open window, small hums leaving his lips with every
breath he took.
 
“How can you still be tired?” Dean laughed walking back towards him.
 
“I'm so comfortable...and you're here...I get sleepy when I'm happy,” Castiel
said shyly. Dean's grin turned into a beaming smile, crawling back into the bed
behind Castiel, pulling him against his chest.
 
“Then sleep all you want sweetheart,” Dean whispered, nuzzling his face into
the back of Castiel's neck.
 
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Castiel woke the next morning with a moan, his entire body shuddering with
pleasure. He licked his lips and tried to sit up but a strong bite on the
inside of his thigh made him collapse back on the bed, his toes curling as warm
hands brushed up his legs to massage into his sides. Castiel let his eyes
close, smiling as Dean started to kiss the inside of his naked thigh, moving
slowly towards his pulsing groin. Castiel had a moment to wonder where his
sleep clothes had gone but the deep pulse in his groin interrupted that
thought, making him squirm a bit with need.
 
“Good morning gorgeous,” Dean said, voice deep and still sleepy. Castiel
grinned, reaching down to tangle his fingers into Dean's hair. The older man
pushed his head into his hand and moaned softly.
 
“Morning....mmm Dean that feels good,” Castiel moaned, spreading his legs
farther part when Dean's fingers massaged his balls, his thumb pressing against
the base of his cock.
 
“You feeling ok?” Dean asked. Castiel knew what all that question included and
even though what Dean was doing to him felt amazing, he had to think clearly.
He gently tugged at Dean's hair and his husband stopped teasing him, allowing
him to gauge the way his body was feeling. Other then his lower back being a
bit sore, he felt just fine...incredibly horny in fact. Grinning, he gently
guided Dean up and kissed him, licking at his dry lips to get them parted. Dean
sighed and opened up for him, both of them groaning as their tongues met and
tangled together. Dean took the hint and trailed his hand down his body,
stopping to rub along his swollen stomach before slipping further, grasping him
tightly. Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth, kissing him a bit hungrier.
 
“How do you want it sweetheart?” Dean asked, trailing his lips along Castiel's
jaw, nipping at his skin here and there. Castiel bit his lip trying to form a
thought through the haze of pleasure slowly growing from the pit of his
stomach. Dean continued trailing kisses down his neck and towards his sensitive
nipples, pulling high pitched mewls from his throat with a powerful suck to
each one. Castiel arched his back as much as he was able to and moaned softly,
fingers carding through Dean's hair and tugging gently.
 
“Oh Dean,” Castiel whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Dean
huffed out a laugh and Castiel didn't have to see to know there was a smug
smile gracing those lips.
 
“Come on Cas,” Dean chuckled. Castiel caught his breath and raised up on his
elbows to playfully glare down at the older man. Of course the smirk was still
there but it only made Castiel feel warm, his body starting to squirm.
 
“From behind Dean...please...” Castiel whined. Dean grinned, raising up to
hover over him with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his
head. It took some maneuvering but Castiel managed to roll over onto his hands
and knees, his body shuddering when Dean's cock head nudged at his ass cheeks.
 
“Relax sweetheart,” Dean cooed, warm hands rubbing along his sides and over his
belly. Castiel breathed out a laugh, he loved that Dean always wanted to take
care of him but that's not what he needed right at that moment. He pushed his
hips back, grinding back against his husband's erection.
 
“Oh god...alright brat I get the hint,” Dean groaned, his hand slapping his ass
just enough to sting. Castiel moaned, doing it again to get more of Dean's
hands on him. He was awarded with another slap but on the other side and he
shivered, his cock started to leak onto the blanket bunched up under him. He
felt something wet touching his rim and he pushed back against it, a huge smile
on his face as he moaned loudly.
 
Dean kissed and nipped at his lower back as his fingers slowly opened him up,
pulling embarrassing mewls from Castiel's throat. As the third finger started
to breach him Castiel's patience was about to shatter. He was grinding back
against those talented fingers that were intentionally avoiding that special
place inside of him.
 
“Dean! Please...please just fuck me,” Castiel whined, tears brimming his eyes
as he jerked back. Dean cooed at him again but finally he was moving closer and
the tell tale slick sound was music to Castiel's ears.
 
“I know you want it sweetheart but I have to make sure you're ready...even if
you're being all bratty,” Dean practically growled out, pushing the head of his
cock slowly into him. Castiel dropped his head onto his arms, his legs starting
to shake with the effort of holding his heavy body up. Dean's hands soothed
him, massaging the tightening muscles as he continued to push in.
 
“Mmm, yes...” Castiel breathed when Dean bottomed out, hips flush to his ass.
Dean stayed put for a moment, his breathing coming out in harsh pants. For his
sake Castiel tried to remain still but his body was aching in all the best ways
with the amazing feeling of being split open. He really couldn't help clenching
around him, grinning when Dean gasped, fingers digging into Castiel's waist.
 
“Such a brat...” Dean laughed breathlessly before slowly pulling out. Castiel
turned his head to gripe at him for still moving too slow when Dean pushed his
hips forward hard, slamming back into him. Castiel cried out, his head falling
back onto his arms while he gripped knuckle white into the sheets. Dean
chuckled behind him, his hips starting a slow drag out and snapping back in
rhythm. Within moments, Castiel was a mess. Whines and keening noises leaving
his lips with every breath. He was brought to the edge rather fast and Castiel
couldn’t even care, he just wanted that release. Dean wasn't faring much
better, his fingers leaving marks in his hips as his pace became almost
punishing.
 
“So close sweetheart,” Dean panted. Castiel raised up on his hands and somehow
managed to bounce back onto Dean's cock. His husband cried out, his hand flying
between Castiel's legs to stroke him with the same speed as his hips.
 
“Dean! Oh god Dean!” Castiel practically screamed. His legs parted even further
and with one final brutal thrust against that special spot, Castiel was cumming
with a sob, his entire body shaking with deep tremors. Dean thrusted forward a
few times before he shouted, holding their bodies as close as humanly possible
as he emptied into Castiel.
 
Castiel's arms were shaking almost violently now and Dean quickly moved them
away from the obvious wet spot to lay on their sides. A wave of warmth from
being incredibly sated had Castiel's eyes drooping and a long hum leaving his
mouth.
 
It was much later when he opened his eyes again but he was clean and his sleep
bottoms had been pulled up under his belly. The messy sheet had been stripped
and replaced with one of their softer ones. Castiel grinned and pulled it
closer to his face, taking a deep breath of the fresh air scent that lingered
in the cloth. There was a tentative knock on the door and before he could call
out, it was swinging open to reveal Gabriel.
 
“Hello Castiel...Dean wanted me to bring up something for you to eat,” he said
with a soft smile. Castiel returned it and attempted to sit up only to blush
when Gabriel had to help him. He was so sleepy and boneless that his arms
trembled with the effort.
 
“You feeling alright?” Gabriel asked with a little concern. Castiel blushed and
gave him a knowing smile that had Gabriel laughing with a shake of his head.
 
“Where is Dean?” Castiel asked reaching out for the warm cup of soup. He
groaned at the fresh taste of vegetables and herbs, the heat settling deep in
his stomach and through out his body. The baby seemed to agree with the food
choice if the little nudges were anything to go by.
 
“He's in the office going over some papers that arrived by a rider earlier. One
of which is from the King,” Gabriel sighed heavily, fingers rubbing the crease
in his forehead. Castiel frowned, his happy mood quickly deflating.
 
“Do you think he has to leave again?” Castiel asked with a petulant sigh.
Gabriel just looked at him, his eyes soft with understanding.
 
“You know he has too if he's summoned. The other Lords can wait and twiddle
their balls in the mean time. But King Julian has always liked Dean, even when
he was younger. He's probably the only one in his kingdom that keeps things
honest and actually makes the man smile,” Gabriel laughed. Castiel couldn’t
help but grin, a swell of pride in his chest for his husband. It was true, from
everything he learned during his brother's conversations about the King and
even his adviser Lord Charles. The two never smiled or seemed to have any kind
of sense of humor towards the others.
 
“Maybe I'm just selfish and want him to stay here with me,” Castiel sighed
again, putting his now empty cup onto the serving tray.
 
“Now now Castiel...you have every right to be. Just...don't give him too much
grief over it ok? He doesn't want to leave you two either,” Gabriel said
reaching out to squeeze his wrist. Castiel gave him a smile and nodded, his
eyes moving towards the door when it swung open again. Dean entered the room,
all the color drained from his face as he kept staring down at a piece of
paper.
 
“Dean? What is it?” Castiel asked, his heart thumping in his chest. Dean
swallowed hard, his voice coming out in a rasp.
 
“The King....he's tired of court and wants to come here for a visit....”
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all for reading and commenting on this story So sorry this
     took so long!
     Also, I have decided that I'll be joining DCBB this year. It'll be my
     first time so I'm nervous eep! So just a heads up, when that
     officially starts all my stories will be on hiatus.
     Anyway, here we go!
     Preparing for the King.
     Warnings: medical exam of male pregnancy, the talk of male lactation,
     and a little bit of sad/angsty feelings thrown in there.
     Oh and of course smut.
 
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“Alright Castiel, I need you to roll over on to your side now and lift your leg
onto the pillows please,” Pamela requested with a soft smile. Castiel grimaced,
he wasn't happy about being poked and prodded...but he did what she asked. Dean
had hired the midwife a few weeks previous, not liking how their normal doctor
treated Castiel like he was some kind of abomination. Pamela was a spitfire and
Castiel loved her instantly. Though she tortured him on a weekly basis.
 
“You're remembering to do your stretches and to drink your calming teas at
night?” she asked as she lifted up the sheet covering his nakedness. He hissed
when her slightly cooler hands started moving his leg where she needed it and
nodded.
 
“Good, good. With the King coming so soon...I need to be sure you'll be able to
stay calm. Male pregnancy is still so fragile,” she hummed. He gripped the
sheets and fought the urge to cry out when a finger slid into him, brushing
over his prostate. It seemed like every nerve had grown over sensitive
lately...and he knew that it would only get worse the closer he got to his due
date.
 
“Your body is right where it needs to be Castiel. When was the last time you
and Dean were intimate with each other?” she asked gently pulling her fingers
from him, wiping him down with a warm cloth. Castiel licked his dry lips and
let Pamela help him sit up slowly.
 
“A few nights ago,” he said shyly, his cheeks warming under the lewd stare his
mid wife was giving him.
 
“Oh stop being so shy Cassie,” she said with a snicker, moving away from the
bed to wash her hands in the basin next to his bed. It wasn't the room he
shared with Dean, it was spare room they had on the bottom floor. After nearly
falling down the stairs a couple weeks ago, Dean had panicked and demanded that
one of the rooms be cleared out. Castiel hated it though...the bed wasn't soft
enough or big enough and he absolutely detested the nights Dean couldn't sleep
with him. With the King's arrival hanging over their heads it was more often
than not that Dean didn't come to his room and sleep. Castiel would wake some
mornings and find his husband slouched over his desk drooling over his papers.
 
“Okay, are your nipples still sore?” she asked. Castiel sighed softly and
nodded, his hand unconsciously rising to massage into his chest. This had been
the part he was least looking forward too. His chest wouldn't swell up
completely until maybe a week or two before the baby was due but they were so
sore it brought him to tears sometimes. Thankfully though, Pamela had promised
they would not become overly large.
 
“I have some lotion you can use if you notice them getting dry and will help
with swelling and discomfort. Month and a half left to go...are you excited?”
she asked.
 
“Yes...” he said with a sigh. Castiel leaned back against his pillow and
allowed his eyes to drift closed. He was more than excited about the baby
coming but he was being needy, selfish and almost to the point of petulant. He
wanted Dean. It hadn't been a lie when he said they'd been intimate a few days
ago...but he left out that he hadn't actually spent time with Dean since then.
It was always a passing hello or a mere kiss to his lips. The King took
precedence...he knew and understood that but it didn't stop him from feeling
so...lonely.
 
Pamela must have caught on to his mood switch, he felt the bed dip next to him
and there was a hand touching his shoulder.
 
“Castiel? What is it?” she asked. Castiel sighed again and shook his head,
keeping his eyes closed so she wouldn't see the tears forming.
 
“It's nothing...I'm just tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to rest now,” he
said quietly. She squeezed his shoulder and moved off the bed. He turned away
from her and curled around a pillow. It wasn't until the midwife had collected
her things and left the room when he finally let his tears fall.
 
 
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Dean walked from room to room on the top floor of his home, making sure
everything was up to his standards. The King and his entourage would be living
up here for their visit. Dean only hoped he didn't bring everyone...maybe just
his wife, advisor, his daughter and maybe his personal guard? He was having a
hard time procuring enough food as it was. Thankfully, the lands next to his
offered some of their livestock for a good sum. Dean promised to help them
during their next harvest anyway.
 
Leaving the upstairs library, he passed by his and Castiels bedroom and groaned
as the pinch in his chest gave a particular twinge. God all he wanted to do was
hold his husband and talk with him about their baby and what Castiel had
planned for the gardens. This whole mess had come at possibly the worst
time...and it wasn't like he could just tell King Julian no. Dean knew that he
was failing at being a husband...but he hoped with all his heart that Castiel
would forgive him. That at least hiring Pamela Barns and getting rid of that
insufferable Fergus Crowley would make Castiel a bit happier.
 
He stepped into their bedroom and swallowed hard, it was clean and the window
was allowing for fresh air to spill through. This was the largest room in the
house so of course, the King would be staying in here. Taking one last
lingering glance at their bed, he closed the door and made his way to the
stairs only to be stopped by a very cross midwife.
 
“May I have a word with you Your Grace?” she snapped. Dean felt his mouth open
and close before just nodded dumbly. She led him back to the library and nearly
slammed the door shut once they were both inside.
 
“Permission to speak freely?” she barked. Dean blinked a few times and
nodded...he didn't think he even had the choice to say no even if he wanted
too. Pamela had her manners but wasn't afraid to show him or anyone else what
she was really thinking. One of the many reasons why he hired her...and feared
her.
 
“I just did my weekly exam on Castiel...”
 
“Is he alright?” he asked, the sudden anxiety nearly knocking him off balance.
Pamela glared at him, shushing him with her eyes.
 
“As I was saying...he's fine. He's physically perfect...”
 
“But?”
 
“But...he's not happy. In fact he's miserable. When was the last time you even
spent time with him?” she hissed crossing her arms over her stomach. Dean
swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as a guilty blush spread across
his face.
 
“I'm ashamed to say not for a few days...” he said softly. Pamela cursed under
breath and rubbed her hands over her eyes. She didn't even care that the
carefully applied make up across her lids smeared.
 
“Your Grace...”
 
“Dean...please.”
 
“Fine...Dean...I understand that the King coming here is important but you HAVE
to take care of your husband! Male or Female it doesn't matter...pregnancy
heightens emotions...including and especially depression and loneliness! I just
asked your...man servant Gabriel when the last time Castiel left that room and
he doesn't even remember,” she said angrily. Dean's mouth dropped open and ran
a hand down his face. Why hadn't anyone told him?! Had he really been that
unapproachable the last few days that  no one  told him about his Castiel? He
took in a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he fought down the urge to slap
the shit out of Gabriel.
 
“I'll make it right...”
 
“You can't just fuck him and expect things to be  right ,” she accused and Dean
glared at her. She flinched and stumbled a few steps away from him before
dropping low into a curtsey.
 
“I'm...I'm sorry...that...that was...” She stammered quickly. Dean shook his
head and gently grabbed her shoulder to make her stand upright. Maybe at the
time that wasn't what he thought he'd been doing...but the more he dwelled on
it, the more it curled around in his chest as an ugly knot. He had gone to
Castiel's bedroom that night, made love to him and left before the sun even
rose.
 
“No...you're right Pamela. I hadn't even realize I was doing that...” he said
thickly. His stomach was roiling and he needed to vomit. The one truly good
thing to happen to him and he was throwing it to the side like it didn't even
matter. The King cherished his Queen and had chosen to stay at Dean's home
because he thought Dean had the same morals...and was a good man. He would be
ashamed if he knew how Dean was treating his beloved. Hell he was disgusted
with himself!
 
“Okay...the King should be arriving within a weeks time...the house and estate
are...as good as it's going to get. Thank you Pamela...I have a husband to make
things up too,” he said before slipping past her and into the hallway.
 
 
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Castiel felt horrid when he woke up from his restless nap. He didn't even feel
the need to turn over and see what time of day it was...or night for that
matter. There was a headache forming behind his eyes so going back to sleep was
out of the question. Maybe if he could just reach that stupid annoying silver
bell...he could get Gabriel to fetch him some water. With a loud groan he
rolled over, a hand on his stomach to keep himself steady as he turned. He
didn't expect to see Dean sitting in a chair next to his bed, his head in his
hands. Castiel let out a gasp and blinked several times thinking he was still
asleep.
 
The noise stirred Dean out whatever was going through his mind and he raised
his face, a pained smile stretching his lips. Castiel sat up, his feet touching
the rug on the floor as he reached out to touch his cheek. Dean's eyes closed,
pressing his face into his palm.
 
“Dean...”
 
“I am so sorry sweetheart...I am so sorry I've left you alone,” he whispered.
Castiel gasped again and opened his mouth to speak when Dean flew out of his
chair. His knees hit the floor with a dull thud and his arms wrapped around
him. Dean pressed his face against his belly while his fingers clung onto his
back.
 
“Dean...shh...it's...it's okay,” he stammered carding through Dean's hair with
trembling fingers. He had craved this for days now but not Dean falling apart
in front of him with guilt.
 
“No...it's not. I never meant to mistreat you...I hated being apart...not being
able to share your bed or even see you for longer than the sorry excuse of a
few minutes. I love you so much Castiel...please tell me you know this...” he
turned wide pleading eyes up at him and Castiel got lost in all that glorious
green. He ran his fingers over Dean's face and gave him a soft smile.
 
“Of course I know that Dean. I understand why you've been distant, I truly do,”
he said pressing their foreheads together. Dean moved closer and let out a long
sigh.
 
“It still doesn't excuse me from not realizing just how badly you were
feeling,” Dean whispered. Castiel didn't even try arguing, knowing that there
was no point. It was the truth.
 
“Are you going to stay with me tonight?” Castiel was hesitant to ask. Dean's
grip tightened around him and Castiel's heart sank. Of course not...the bed was
much too small and Dean would never let him try walking up the stairs. He went
to pull away but Dean stopped him with a hand on his cheek.
 
“I had Gabriel draw us a bath...then he's going to come in here and replace
this bed with a much bigger more comfortable one. I refuse to sleep without you
another night. Is that alright sweetheart?” Dean asked with a nervous smile.
Castiel chortled, nodding eagerly as he hugged Dean close.
 
 
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“Dean...will you please just get in the tub with me?” Castiel whined. Dean
laughed softly and quickly pulled off his clothes, letting them drop to the
floor without a care. He'd let Gabriel deal with it later. He waited for his
impatient husband to scoot forward before he sunk down into the steamy water.
It felt so good against his muscles and with Castiel leaning back against him
it felt even better. He couldn't help running his hands all over Castiel's
body, needing all the skin contact he could get. Castiel moaned happily as he
melted back against Dean. When he got to Castiel's slightly swollen breasts
Castiel sucked in a quick breath.
 
“Still sore?” he asked softly, his thumbs rubbing the skin just underneath
them. Castiel nodded, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he moved Dean's
hands with his own to cup them gently. Dean felt his own arousal stir but he
ignored it. Tonight was about Castiel, not himself. Whatever his love wished,
he was would fulfill.
 
“Oh Dean,” he whimpered when Dean's thumbs grazed over his nipples. He kept his
touches gentle, just barely there squeezes until Castiel told him otherwise.
After awhile it seemed to be too much and Castiel grabbed at Dean's wrists,
moving them away as he tried to control his breathing.
 
“Shhhh, I'm going to take care of you tonight,” Dean cooed kissing his
husband's temple, his hands moving to caress his stomach.
 
“Whatever I want?” Castiel teased with a heady moan. Dean snorted and nipped at
Castiel's shoulder, loving the sound of his abrupt laughter.
 
“Of course anything,” he finally answered. Castiel hummed, steering Dean's
hands to underneath his stomach. He let out a groan that had nothing to do with
pleasure but more like relief. Dean caught on quickly and gently massaged the
area, alternating between there and his hips.
 
“That feels wonderful,” Castiel sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed
his forehead into Dean's neck. Dean smiled brightly, beyond thrilled that he
could create any kind of relief for his husband. He continued the massage even
after his fingers began to cramp and the water was cooling down. Castiel was
completely pliant in his arms and at one point Dean thought he may have fallen
asleep.
 
“Do you think Gabriel has the bed ready?” Castiel slurred, his eyes barely able
to stay open. Dean bit his lip and nodded...if not he'd find some way to occupy
Castiel until it was. He climbed out of the tub and all but lifted Castiel. He
had to lean him against the counter to keep Castiel steady while he dried him
off with a soft towel. Once they were dry he draped Castiel's robe over him and
before he could argue, Dean lifted him in his arms.
 
“Dean! I'm too heavy!” Castiel squeaked. Dean only laughed. Yes he was a bit
heavier but nothing he couldn't handle. Castiel clung to him as they left the
washroom, going down the hall towards the bedroom. Thankfully, the bed was
ready. Gabriel had even gone so far as to light a bunch of candles and leave
the window open. Dean knew the man had to be feeling guilty but Dean would
thank him later. Gently he put Castiel down on the bed and helped him out of
the robe and under the covers. After making sure the door was locked he crawled
in behind Castiel, making sure that his husband had a clear view of the window.
 
Castiel fell asleep almost instantly but Dean stayed awake a bit longer, his
eyes rarely leaving the peaceful look on his beloved's face. The hand that
wasn't pinned under Castiel's head ran through still damp hair, trailing down
Castiel's side to press against the swell of his stomach. He sighed with relief
when there was a gentle, almost sleepy nudge against his palm.
 
“I missed you too baby,” Dean whispered stroking his thumb along smooth skin.
Castiel made a small noise, his hand fumbling to link their fingers together.
Dean bit his bottom lip, finally relaxing into the blankets with his arms
wrapped around Castiel, keeping him as close as possible.
 
 
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Castiel woke the next morning slowly, a billions times more comfortable and
rested then the past few days. The warmth at his back was still there and there
were clingy hands clutching at him even in sleep. Castiel kept his eyes closed
and smiled, not wanting to move from this spot until he absolutely had too. He
was just on the brink of sleep again when a hand moved lazily down the side of
his bulging stomach and rubbed the skin underneath. He let out a guttural
groan...it felt so good. Probably even better than when Dean pleasured him with
his mouth.
 
“You should have told me about this earlier,” Dean whispered in his ear
gruffly. Castiel laughed a little, arching his back so Dean could get more
access.
 
“I definitely should have...I didn't realize how good this could feel,” Castiel
groaned again, his body jerking a bit when Dean's morning arousal brushed
against his backside. He licked his lips, thinking how it may feel with Dean's
hands on him while taking him from behind. It sent a shiver up his spine and
Dean pressed a smile into his neck.
 
“What would you like for breakfast?” Dean asked continuing with his massaging
touches but moved a bit closer until his cock was pressing right against the
crack of his ass. Castiel hummed, reaching blindly behind him to spread
himself, allowing for Dean's hard length to pulse against his entrance. Both of
them let out a moan, Dean's hips jerking forward.
 
“You?” Castiel let out a breathy laugh as Dean rutted slowly against him.
 
“I don't want to leave this bed,” Dean complained giving a long suck to his
shoulder. Castiel whimpered, knowing well that the damn oil they needed was not
in this bedroom, but in fact the bedroom they should be in.
 
“Get Gabriel then...it's not like he hasn't seen worse,” Castiel grinned
pushing his hips back just as Dean rocked forward. Dean shuddered dropping his
head to Castiel's shoulder as his fingers gripped onto his hip to steady
himself. Though Castiel knew it was needed he couldn't stop from whining
petulantly when Dean pulled away, crawling out of the bed. Castiel bit his lip,
watching with a predatory grin and a pride filled eyes as Dean padded over to
the dresser. Dean was beautiful with clothes on, but he was an Adonis without
them. Golden tanned skin that rippled over muscles gained from working outside
and helping their neighboring farms. It was one of the many things that he
loved so much about Dean. He actually did his own work...he was probably the
only Duke ever to exist that had hardly any servants.
 
Castiel eyed Dean's stomach and couldn't help frowning, the little pudge that
had always been there since he'd known Dean was gone. After the bell was rung
and Dean was making his way back, Castiel sat up, reaching his hand out to
brush along the flatness of his stomach.
 
“You haven't been eating...” he said with an even deeper frown. Dean blushed
and opened his mouth to speak when there was a soft knock on the door. Dean
greeted Gabriel and Castiel barely heard the requests he was making. He knew
there was some kind of lewd comment made from the shorter man with the way Dean
threw back his head and laughed. The sound easily brought a smile to Castiel,
he loved that sound so much. He remembered the first time he had gotten Dean to
really laugh, clutching his belly and tears leaking out the corners of his
eyes. Castiel had been so awed by it, he tried to get his husband to laugh that
way as much as possible...he lived and craved for that sound.
 
Castiel still wasn't happy about the thinning of his husband's body...he had
been so wrapped up in his own depression that he hadn't even realized that Dean
wasn't even taking care of himself. Shame warmed his cheeks and he sighed
heavily, reaching for Dean's hand as he came closer to the bed.
 
“What's the matter?” he asked brushing some hair off Castiel's forehead.
 
“You're not the only who should be apologizing. I may be pregnant but I am not
an invalid...and should still see the signs that my husband is not well,” he
said rubbing at Dean's stomach. It was then he noticed the dark circles under
Dean's eyes as well.
 
“Shhh, I'm fine sweetheart. I'll be eating heartily from here on out...the
house is as ready as it's going to get and the King...well. He knows me...and
he knows that I'm practically the black sheep of the royal court. Hell, he'd
probably be disappointed if sees me behaving like them,” Dean grinned, leaning
in to catch his lips with his own before Castiel could protest.
 
“Wait...does that mean...”
 
“Yes...it means I'll be spending my time with you until the King arrives. If
you don't want to move from this bed then we won't...if you want to spend it in
orgasmic bliss....I'll definitely be okay with that too,” Dean laughed. Castiel
blushed brightly but nodded, pulling Dean down to kiss him. It started off
chaste, just a mere press of lips before Castiel tentatively licked at Dean's
lips. Dean groaned, parting them to allow Castiel's tongue to slide along his
own.
 
“Your Grace?” a voice called from the other side of the door. Castiel sighed
and pulled away so Dean could hurry over. Castiel caught a glimpse of a
smirking Gabriel but only rolled his eyes, he barely got embarrassed from
Gabriel's lewd comments anymore.
 
“Thank you Gabriel,” Dean laughed shutting the door in his face. There was a
jar in the crook of his elbow and a tray in his hands as he walked back. Even
from a distance he could smell the fresh fruit and his tummy growled in
anticipation. They moved around on the bed until Castiel was leaning against
Dean's chest, feeding each other the little bits of fruit. At one point Dean
dragged a slice of strawberry up the side of Castiel's neck before licking up
the trail slowly with his tongue.
 
“Dean,” Castiel gasped, tilting his head to the side. Dean hummed and did it
again but this time nibbling along his skin. They finished up their breakfast
quickly, the bowl carelessly dropped to the floor as Dean gently pushed him to
lay on his side.
 
“Would you like to walk the gardens today?” Dean asked. Castiel moaned, arching
his back as Dean caressed his body, touching him reverently while kissing and
nibbling on his shoulder and neck. He tried to answer but the words got stuck
in his throat. Dean put the jar within reach and lifted Castiel's leg to drape
over his knee.
 
“Y-Yes...oh Dean,” he whimpered as a dry finger grazed over his sensitive hole.
 
“Good,” Dean replied rubbing slow circles, relaxing him immensely. Castiel had
closed his eyes so he didn't catch Dean dipping his fingers in the oil. He
squeaked when a now slick finger breached him, sliding into him very slowly.
 
“Well that's a shame,” Dean sighed, sliding a second finger into him easily.
Castiel laughed breathlessly, knowing just how much Dean loved to prep and
tease him. He was still pretty tight but the closer he got to his due date, the
more open his body would become.
 
“Oh you poor thing,” Castiel teased only to gasp loudly as Dean rubbed his
prostate in retaliation.
 
“Dean! Oh...oh stop...I don't want to finish yet!” Castiel cried, hips jerking
back against the fingers torturing him. Dean stopped immediately, a warm
chuckle tickling his ear.
 
“I didn't realize how sensitive you were...my apologies,” Dean said and Castiel
knew there was a grin on the man's face.
 
“Liar,” Castiel panted, turning to press his face into the sheets when a third
finger nudged into him, “Dean...I'm ready, please.”
 
“Mmm, please what sweetheart? You know I like to hear you,” Dean said. Castiel
whined when his prostate was brushed over a few times.
 
“Fuck me Dean...please,” he answered. Dean kissed at his jaw, gently removing
his fingers. A moan tore out of Castiel's throat as Dean pushed into him, the
subtle drag creating a burn that settled right into his gut. Castiel loved when
Dean wouldn't spread the oil over his cock...it always made it too wet and he
loved to feel all of Dean working inside of him.
 
“Better?' Dean teased, holding their bodies flush together but not moving,
Castiel could feel Dean's cock pulsing and it was almost too much. He whined
low in his throat and tried to fidget but Dean held him still.
 
“It would if you would just....oh!” Castiel keened as Dean bit down on his
shoulder, giving him exactly what he wanted with a hard thrust.
 
“Yes! Oh god!” Castiel yelled, fingers digging into the sheets as Dean quickly
pounded into him. Dean grunted, pressing his face into the back of Castiel's
neck, slowing the pace of his hips to draw it out. Castiel gave an appreciative
noise and rolled back his own hips to meet Dean's thrusts.
 
“You feel so good sweetheart, absolutely love it when you're so open for me to
devour,” Dean growled, hands slipping down to rub under his stomach. Castiel
couldn't help it, Dean chose that moment as well to change his angle and hit
his prostate dead on. He came with a cry but the need was still burning in him.
He reached back and dug his nails into Dean's ass.
 
“Don't stop...Dean please don't stop!” Castiel whimpered, his eyes rolling back
into his head as Dean continued his deep and tortuous thrusts, hitting his
prostate with each push. He didn't know whether it was the pregnancy or what,
but it didn't take long for him to become hard again.
 
“Mmm, finish with me Castiel,” Dean panted heavily, his fingers no doubt
leaving bruises into his hips. Castiel nodded frantically about to reach down
to stroke himself but Dean got there first, using his spend to slicken his
fingers. He whimpered through his orgasm this time, his body becoming very
sensitive but thankfully Dean wasn't too far behind.
 
“Fuck!” Dean shouted pushing into him one last time as he spilled deep into
Castiel's body. He rutted against him until the aftershocks were gone, both of
their bodies tingling.
 
“We're going to need another bath,” Dean laughed breathlessly against his
sweaty neck. Castiel grinned, too sated to even care how filthy they were or
how sore he'd feel later. Dean was with him, keeping him warm and loved.
 
 
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It was only a few days later that they received a rider from the King's
entourage. Dean and Castiel were outside speaking with one of their neighbors,
a local fisherman and Dean's best friend that they fondly called Benny. His
ward (who Dean had a sneaking suspicion was his lover as well) Samandriel was
going on and on about the new gems he had found in the tidal pools.
 
“This is a great haul Benny...are you sure you want to gift it all to us?” Dean
asked as the kitchen staff began moving the fish and other meats into the
storage area. Benny clucked his tongue, clapping Dean on the shoulder with a
huge smile.
 
“Friend, I'm not the one going to be housing the King for several weeks.
Samandriel and I will do just fine with our lot,” Benny answered looking over
at his ward with affection. Dean grinned at him with a shake of his head.
Without a doubt, Dean expected to hear of an engagement announcement soon. He
eyed his husband for a minute gauging his swaying and the pinched look on his
face before a hand pressed against his stomach. Dean ignored whatever Benny was
saying and grabbed up the chair he had Gabriel place outside just in case.
 
“Castiel, you need to sit down sweetheart,” Dean said softly placing the chair
behind him. Castiel turned grateful eyes up at him and sank down with a deep
sigh.
 
“Is there anything I can do?” Samandriel asked biting his lower lip. Dean gazed
at the younger boy and saw right away just what Benny saw in the kid. He was
younger than Castiel but it was those eyes...they were blue just like his
beloved's but had a different kind of intensity to them. He smiled down at him
and nodded, asking him to fetch one of Castiel's calming teas from the kitchen.
Once the boy scurried away Castiel reached up and squeezed Dean's wrist.
 
“Someone's coming,” he said giving a pointed glance towards the road leading to
the front of their home. He turned to see that sure enough, a rider was
approaching...thankfully slowing down and avoiding all the new flowers swaying
in the breeze.
 
Dean sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to Castiel's forehead before
gesturing for Gabriel to follow him. The shorter man took his place at his side
and they walked briskly to intercept the rider an easy smile spreading on
Dean's face once he recognized who it was. The rider had already dismounted,
hands raising to peel off the helm covering their face. All at once long deep
red hair spilled out and around her shoulders. Celeste or Charlie, Bradbury was
one of the four woman who closely protected the King, who fondly called them
the Four Horsemen.
 
“Charlie!” Dean called out running over to scoop the girl into a hug. She let
out a laugh as he struggled against her armor.
 
“Of all his people I didn't expect he'd let you leave his side,” Dean laughed.
Charlie hugged him back before pulling away to hand the reins to her horse to
Garth.
 
“Well, Julian figured you'd be less offended if it were me. And...I come
bearing bad news...another reason why he sent me ahead. But first, I need to
change and I'm eager to meet your husband!” Charlie said with an apologetic
smile. Dean frowned at her but let the 'bad news' slide for just now. He
allowed Gabriel to lead Charlie inside as he made his way back towards his
Castiel.
 
“Who was it?” he asked once Dean was close enough.
 
“One of the King's guards,” Dean answered, wanting to keep Charlie's identity a
surprise. Castiel fidgeted in his chair nervously but nodded all the same. He
watched his husband closely when Charlie finally appeared. Castiel's eyes
widened while his lips broke out into a huge smile.
 
“Charlie Bradbury, I'd like you to meet my husband, Castiel,” Dean said.
Charlie had changed into softer clothing but kept her sword on her hip.
 
“It's nice to finally meet you, Dean never stops talking of you while he's at
court,” Charlie said with a little dip of her head. Castiel blushed and nodded,
biting down on his lip a little.
 
“Thank you...how long have you and Dean known each other?” he asked. Charlie
let all formalities wither away as she slunk down into the grass, leaning back
on her hands as her ankles crossed in front of her.
 
“Sadly only a few years. Truth is I'm an orphan...both my parents were killed
in a raid so I was given to the workhouse. Some boys tried giving me trouble so
I picked up a staff and fought them off. The head of the guard at the time saw
me and decided to unofficially adopted me as his squire. I trained for years
and eventually found my place at the King's side when I protected him during a
horribly planned attack. Thankfully, Julian found my sass refreshing and
replaced his general with me. I was the first of his Four Horsemen, which is
how I met Dean here,” she explained with a prideful smile. Dean chuckled,
kneeling down next to Castiel. Benny reappeared from the kitchen with a tray of
some food which Dean gratefully accepted. He and Samandriel joined them in
eating their lunch, sharing amusing stories of having to spend time in court.
 
“I must say Dean...I am utterly jealous. I never thought I'd like to live away
from the castle but this place is beautiful,” Charlie said gazing up at the
slowly growing Cherry Blossom trees. He hadn't noticed until Castiel pointedly
corrected him that they weren't all the same. Dean had listened with fond rapt
attention as Castiel explained, in full detail their differences. The ones
lining the entry path were called Yoshinos with a blushing pink to white
petals. While the ones in the back were the weeping willow cherry trees. Those,
those had to be Dean's favorite. He still didn't know how Castiel managed it
but the willows were older than the ones in the front so they were a bit
larger, already creating the shade that covered them at the moment.
 
“You wouldn't have said that almost a year ago...this...this is all due to
Castiel's clever planning and talents when it comes to gardening,” Dean said
turning up a warm smile to his now blushing husband.
 
“It is true...it was so plain and damn near depressing,” Gabriel quipped,
joining them by sitting next to Charlie. He bumped her shoulder with his own
and she smiled, raising up her cup to take a sip of the sweet wine.
 
“I'm just grateful you were okay with it,” Castiel said shyly, his hands
fidgeting in his lap. Dean sat up on his knees linking their fingers together.
 
“I absolutely love what you've done so far sweetheart. I never enjoyed being
home so much before...now I can never find a good enough excuse to even leave,”
Dean smiled.
 
“I told you they were bad,” he heard Gabriel whisper and Charlie snickered.
 
“You two are only jealous,” Dean grinned sneaking up to steal a kiss. Castiel
grinned grabbing the back of Dean's head to keep him there for several more
chaste kisses.
 
“Well you know I am for sure,” Gabriel laughed.
 
“Envious maybe....my lady had to stay back at the palace,” Charlie sighed.
Dean's head snapped in her direction, his brow raising in question.
 
“Oh? And who might that be?” Dean asked.
 
“Hmmm...well her name is Dorothy Baum, daughter to the King's new healer,” she
explained. Dean grinned again and leaned up against Castiel's legs, sighing
happily as those long fingers carded through his hair. He was so happy and
relaxed listening to Charlie speak of her love that he almost forgot about the
bad news entirely.
 
 
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Castiel loved sitting outside and spending time with Dean as well as the
others...but his back was extremely sore and now his backside had grown numb.
During a lull in the conversation he squirmed a bit and gently tugged on Dean's
hair.
 
“What is it sweetheart?”
 
“I need to lie down,” he said quietly. Dean nodded, quickly standing up to help
him to his feet.
 
“I'm going to walk Castiel inside...Benny are you staying for the night?” Dean
asked. Benny blinked his eyes open and stared up at Dean from his spot on the
grass, his head propped up on Samandriel's lap.
 
“More than likely, if you don't mind that is,” Benny said.
 
“Of course I don't mind,” Dean laughed wrapping his arm around Castiel's waist.
Castiel smiled at the others, leaning up against his husband as they made their
way towards the house. He was more tired than he thought and almost asked Dean
to just carry him when they were stopped by Charlie.
 
“Dean...I can't believe I almost forgot...” she said, casting a worried glance
in Castiel's direction. He frowned and looked up at Dean, seeing the same worry
there.
 
“What's going on?” he asked pulling away just slightly from Dean's side.
 
“I'm not sure...Charlie spoke of some bad news when she arrived...but I don't
know if it'll upset you or not,” Dean answered and Castiel frowned, looking
back at Charlie. She sighed and pushed her hair behind her ears.
 
“Julian didn't just send me to tell you that he's only a day's ride from
here...but that there is a certain person in his party that he felt may make
things a bit uncomfortable. Julian was against it but the man insisted...kept
saying how much he needed to see Castiel,” she said. Castiel stiffened, his
fingers digging into Dean's side. There were two names rattling around in his
head...he wasn't even sure if one was worse than the other at this point.
 
“Who is it?” Dean demanded.
 
“Lord Michael...Castiel's brother.”


 
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Dun dun dun....next chap the King's arrival!
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Alrighty guys, this is the final chapter!
 
I apologize now how rushed this will feel.  I spent way too long writing it
lol.  Just for example on how long...last time I worked on this was back in
April...meep!
 
 
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They didn't have much time to really discuss the wonderful news of Castiel's
older brother coming along with the King's procession, in fact, Castiel just
wanted to forget about it. He had been scared for a split second that Metatron
would be the one to invite himself. Dean had been amazing helping him forget,
helping him take a bath and curling around him when they went to sleep for the
night. Though his husband fell asleep rather quickly, Castiel couldn't get his
eyes to stay closed. The king would be here for the entire month, which meant
it could be a very big possibility that he could go into labor during his
visit.
 
He really did not want his brother around for that.
 
During some point Castiel had finally nodded off only to be woken a few hours
later by Gabriel.
 
“Come on sleepy head, you need to have breakfast before they arrive...or you
won't get to eat until much later,” Gabriel said softly. Castiel nodded slowly
and allowed Gabriel to help him sit up. He looked over his shoulder to see Dean
still snoring softly. He was reaching over to wake him when Gabriel brought in
the tray of food. Groaning at the wonderful smell of cooked sausage, he gave
Gabriel a grateful smile. Dean mumbled something but sat up slowly when he too
smelled their breakfast.
 
“Oh thank god....real food,” Dean laughed teasingly. Castiel rolled his eyes
and jabbed him in the sides before snagging up a large piece of meat with his
fingers.
 
“Where are your manners Castiel?” Gabriel laughed teasingly. Castiel grabbed a
pillow and tossed it, hitting him in the head before he scrambled out of their
room. Dean chuckled softly, leaning over to kiss up his neck.
 
“Morning sweetheart, how are you two feeling?” Dean asked rubbing a small
circle against his tummy.
 
“We're doing just fine, wouldn't mind having a few more hours of sleep though,”
Castiel sighed watching Dean fill up a plate for him. Once it was in his hands
he took in a deep breath and moaned.
 
“You didn't sleep well last night?” Dean asked, frowning even deeper when
Castiel shook his head, “Why didn't you wake me?”
 
“Because you need your sleep as well. It's fine Dean, I promise,” Castiel
smiled, waiting until Dean finally returned it before they ate their breakfast.
He practically licked the damn thing clean but he was so full and sleepy it
didn't take much for him to fall back onto the bed. Dean laughed and curled up
next to him, wrapping his arms tightly around his body. Castiel hummed
burrowing into his warmth as large hands began to rub into his stomach,
thankfully not forgetting the underneath.
 
“We can stay in bed up until they're an hour away if you want too,” Dean
whispered into his ear and Castiel was so tempted. His feet already hurt with
the thought of having to stand around for hours on end while the King pretty
much moved in with them. But it would take him nearly an hour just to get
dressed. He pouted at his husband and shook his head slowly.
 
“I don't' think there's enough time...”
 
“Of course there is, just relax,” Dean said, lips brushing along the shell of
his ear. He couldn't help it, he curled into Dean and passed out almost
immediately.
 
 
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“Dean...what...you two need to get up!” Gabriel hissed as he entered the room
again. Dean glared at him before looking pointedly at Castiel. His husband was
snoring softly, little snuffles here and there every time he nuzzled his face
into his shirt.
 
“Your Grace...”
 
“Oh stop with that....there's no one in here but us....”
 
“Yes but it got you pissed now didn't it?” Gabriel smirked to which Dean just
rolled his eyes, “I know you want to snuggle with him, but you need to at least
come down stairs and make appearances. The King can show up at any moment.”
 
“Yes, yes I know. He didn't sleep very well last night...” Dean said running
his fingers through Castiel's hair gently. He smiled as the younger man hummed,
a small lazy smile appearing on his face.
 
“Did he take his tea?”
 
“Of course...he's probably just nervous about his brother being here...you made
sure to room him far away from here correct?”
 
“Practically in the stables...”
 
“Good man. Now, just give me a couple of hours okay? Then I'll wake him and
we'll get dressed,” Dean said, smiling when Gabriel simply nodded and hurried
out of the room once again. Dean kept his arms wrapped around his husband as
tightly as he could, sighing softly and allowing his eyes to close for just a
moment. When he opened them again, he didn't know how much time had past but
the window was now open and Dean figured it was about time to get up.
 
“Sweetheart, it's time to wake up,” Dean said softly, gently shaking his
shoulder. Castiel groaned but blinked his eyes open.
 
“If you insist,” Castiel grumbled. Dean chuckled, crawling out of the bed to
get their wash basin. It was warm and smelled of Chamomile. He gently ran the
cloth around Castiel's body being sure to be even more so around his husband's
tender chest and lower. Gabriel came in around that time, laying out their
clothes and informing them that the King was very close. Dean noticed right
away when Castiel twitched, automatically reaching out for the calming tea that
Pam had brought for him.
 
“Let's move to the sitting room Cas...that way you won't have to walk very far
when he does get here,” Dean suggested, smiling at the relieved look Castiel
gave him. Once Castiel was seated in his favorite chair with a book and his
tea, Dean quickly made his rounds. He didn't have to worry though, everyone was
doing their job and everything was ready. Benny was cooking up the meat and
barking orders at the kitchen staff for the feast tonight. Dean smiled
gratefully at his friend and continued into the stables, Baby snorted at him
impatiently the second he was within a foot away from her stall.
 
“Hey girl, don't be cross with me. We'll be riding with the King very soon...he
likes to hunt,” Dean cooed running his fingers down her neck. She snorted again
but this time it sounded a bit more fond than irritated. He laughed a little
grabbing up the brush to start her grooming. Garth came in a moment later
smiling at them before tending to the other horses they had. Dean chewed on his
lip, wondering if after the baby was born, maybe Castiel would like his own.
 
Dean froze when there was a muted but thunderous noise coming in through the
trees. The ground was vibrating and Dean casted an annoyed glance over his
shoulder at Garth. The guy merely laughed with a shrug, quickly putting away
their tools to hurry outside. Dean let his shoulders slump for a minute before
straightening up his back and following suit. Castiel was already outside and
Dean silently thanked both Pam and Gabriel for getting him a chair. He did not
want Castiel on his feet more than he had to be.
 
He hurried across the pathway towards the house, his heart hammering in his
chest as the procession grew louder the closer they got. He could just make out
the banner flags beyond the trees. Castiel reached out for him once he was
close enough, their fingers weaving together.
 
“Do I look okay?” Castiel asked softly and Dean fought the urge to laugh.
Castiel always looked beautiful, that forever mused up hair and those
impossibly blue eyes that always made Dean's heart flutter. Gabriel had chosen
the perfect outfit for him, all dark blues and ivory. They flowed around him
easily, not restricting his belly or any other parts of his body.
 
“Of course you do sweetheart, you look beautiful,” Dean whispered, giving him a
chaste kiss before straightening up again. He looked down the path in time to
see King Julian's fingers reach out to pluck some of the adolescent cherry
blossom flowers. The wondrous smile on his face made Dean hold his breath, the
man was known for his very stoic expression....he hardly ever cracked a grin.
But now he was looking around their home with this...twinkle in his eye. Dean
squeezed Castiel's fingers, making a mental note to show his gratitude much
later when they were in bed. He wanted to protest but Castiel tugged on his
hand, slowly getting up to his feet.
 
The Four Horsemen stopped about 15 feet away from Dean and his household and he
threw a small smile in Charlie's way, her dark burgundy and silver colors the
only way he could recognize her with her helm on. The other three didn't even
budge until Julian's horse stopped and he slipped off, moving quickly to help
the Queen from hers. Dean always admired her, Queen Niceven, she was so unlike
the other Queens he had been taught about. She reminded him of his
mother...strong willed but soft and loving. Where Julian was dark and brooding
with his shoulder length black hair and even darker beady eyes, Niceven was
full of light. When she moved it was graceful with barly there movements and so
full of smiles and laughter. Her hair was long and honey gold, that swam in
curls down towards her waist. Dean always assumed it was the hair that reminded
him of Mary but the longer he actually got to know the Queen...the more he
realized it was her spirit and especially the smiles.
 
The moment Julian and Niceven stepped forward, everyone dropped down to one
knee, heads bowed low. Dean had to help Castiel so he was the last one. Julian
moved closer, the click of his tongue signaling for Dean to rise.
 
“Welcome to my home your Highness,” Dean said with a warm smile. Julian beamed
at him, pulling him into a hug.
 
“Thank you my boy...please, help your husband stand,” Julian said backing away
so Dean could do just that. Castiel winced, only swaying a little before he was
blushing with a bashful smile.
 
“Ah, so this is the beautiful Castiel I have heard so much about, thank you for
allowing us to come so late in your pregnancy,” Julian said reaching back for
his Queen, “Please let me introduce to you my own beautiful partner, Niceven.”
 
“You have an amazing home...was this your work Castiel?” she asked. Castiel
seemed to have lost his voice, he just nodded eagerly with that cute little
smile still on his face. Dean grinned, wrapping his arm around his waist so he
could lean on him.
 
“Please, make yourselves at home. Gabriel will take your things to your room,”
Dean said, nodding over at his friend. Gabriel moved forward to show the other
stewards where to start lugging the trunks. Julian and Niceven beamed at them,
walking around to further enjoy the outside of their house. The rest of their
party spread out, starting to build up their camps while Julian's guard led the
horses into their stable. It wasn't until Castiel flinched and completely froze
against his side that he quickly remembered.
 
“Hello little brother,” Michael said walking up them slowly. Dean's face fell,
moving quickly to stand in front of Castiel to block him from view.
 
“That's close enough Michael...you can speak with Castiel later if you wish but
for now he needs to lay down,” Dean said stiffly before wrapping his arm back
around Castiel to lead him towards the house.
 
“I'm fine Dean...”
 
“I know...but I'm not okay with him being around you right now,” Dean groused.
Castiel beamed up at him and it was that smile that made Dean feel so much
better.
 
 
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It was the end of the first week when Castiel found himself outside watching
fondly as the guards sparred in their courtyard.  Charlie was dancing circles
around the others with her glorious red hair flying about. He was lounging back
in one of the plush chaises that Dean had moved outside for him. He wanted to
be able to stand with Dean while he entertained Julian and Niceven but his back
and feet were not having it. Gabriel stood close by though, both of them
knowing full well that his brother was lurking about.
 
Sure enough, he could feel Michael's presence at his back like a cold wash
cloth. He frowned, not even turning to greet him when he moved closer.  Gabriel
turned and glared at him, his arms moving to cross over his chest.
 
“May I help you….my lord?” Gabriel asked with just of touch irritation in his
voice.  Castiel stifled the smirk and sat up, placing his tea on the table next
to him.  Michael bristled and opened his mouth to speak when Castiel silenced
both of them.
 
“It’s fine Gabriel,” he said, giving the man a small smile as he gave them a
little privacy.  Castiel looked up at Michael, readying himself to flinch or be
afraid of him like he had when he was living with him.  But thankfully none of
that came.  A large part of it being that he knew without a doubt Michael
couldn't do anything without incurring not only Dean’s wrath...but even
possibly the King’s anger.  Though he wasn’t able to go on hunts or walk with
them, he was able to get to know the King and Queen during their private
dinners.  It was clear that Julian wanted to spend more time with Dean with out
all the fanfare and Castiel found it rather easy to really enjoy being in their
presence.  
 
“Are you enjoying your stay here Michael?” Castiel asked with a blank stare.
 Michael floundered for a brief second before he was nodding with a forced
smile.
 
“Yes, thank you.  You look...well...you look amazing little brother,” Michael
answered coming a little closer.  Castiel moved to allow his brother to sit
with him, his hand rubbing at his stomach.  The baby kicked at him and he
hummed, knowing that he or she missed having Dean close.
 
“How are you Castiel?  Really?” Michael asked softly, his eyes darting to
Gabriel.  Castiel scoffed, rolling his eyes.
 
“A thousand times better than if I had married Metatron.  I’ll never be able to
thank Dean enough for saving me from that horror.  Maybe I even owe you some
gratitude, I mean...wasn’t it you brother who forced me to go to a ‘brothel’ in
the first place?” Castiel spat out bitterly.  The baby kicked at him again and
he hummed a bit louder.  Gabriel was suddenly there, a warm hand on his
shoulder.
 
“Castiel?”
 
“I’m fine...will you please get Pamela?” he asked.  Gabriel nodded, throwing a
dirty look in Michael’s direction before he hurried towards the house.  Castiel
took in a deep breath and relaxed, feeling the knots in his back loosen.
 
“I know you’ll never forgive me Castiel...but I did what I thought was best…”
 
“For you maybe.  You could care less how I felt or what I wanted.  I was just
your pawn to place where you wanted me,” Castiel said.  Michael opened his
mouth to speak but Castiel silenced him.
 
“I honestly don’t care why you’re here Michael.  Though I’m sure it’s to gain
Dean’s favor since he’s the King’s favorite.  You’ll have to find another way,
because I’m done being your pawn and I won’t let you use me to get closer to my
husband,” Castiel said, relief pouring through him when he saw Pamela hurrying
over.  She gave a Michael a dirty look and was grabbing at Castiel’s arm to
gently pull him towards the house.  Gabriel stayed behind and he just barely
made out his very quiet threat to not come near Castiel while he was still
pregnant.
 
 
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The next few weeks flew by without any other incident.  Gabriel had informed
him right away about Michael’s attempt to speak with Castiel.  Though he missed
the opportunity to see his husband standing up for himself he was proud that he
did.  No one even knew where Michael was now, most likely moping in his room.
 Dean smacked the brushes together to get the debris off and continued to run
them over Baby’s glossy coat.  
 
“That is surely the most magnificent horse I’ve ever seen,” Julian said with a
grin, his own horse being taken care of by Garth.  The King sauntered closer,
his hands reaching up to graze his fingers down her muzzle.  
 
“I’ve had her ever since she was a colt,” Dean responded with a warm smile.
 Julian only smiled reaching over to the basket of vegetables to grab up a
carrot to offer the mare.  She sniffed at him curiously before nipping at the
offered food.  Dean patted her flank fondly and handed the brushes off to Garth
once he was done with Julian’s horse.
 
“We’ll be out of your hair soon Dean,” Julian said suddenly and Dean froze, his
eyes narrowing as he gazed up at the King.
 
“So soon?”
 
“You’ve always been a charmer Dean, I know how much this visit has not only
been straining on you...but your husband.  I would have chosen a much better
time but I was afraid to wait much longer,” Julian sighed walking slowly
towards one of the benches.  Dean frowned deep, motioning for Garth to leave
the stables.  He didn’t speak until he heard the doors close and cleared his
throat.
 
“What’s going on?” Dean asked softly.  Julian gave him a sad smile before
sinking down into the seat.
 
“Niceven is sick...we believe it to be some kind of tumor,” he answered and
Dean found himself sinking down into the seat next to Julian with a thud.  
 
“But she’s…”
 
“Yes...she hides it very well.  We do not know how much longer she has and I
will be damned if I miss another second of being with her.  As you know, with
the way our laws read, my daughter is not able to succeed me,” Julian said
giving him a knowing look.  Dean felt his throat tighten up and he clasped his
hands tightly together.
 
“This I know….” Dean replied slowly.
 
“I have to ask this of you Dean, not only because you are such high in rank but
also because you are truly one of my dear friends.”
 
“Your Grace...I’m so sorry but I can’t.  My life is here in Havenswood with my
husband…” Dean stammered only to feel the tension building in his chest lesson
when Julian smiled.
 
“I was expecting as much but I do have another proposal.  Though the laws
prohibit it, my Krissy is more than ready to inherit the throne.  She’ll be the
best thing that will ever happen to this greedy country but unfortunately, she
does not have a husband.”
 
“Krissy will be amazing as our Queen but what does this have to do with me?”
Dean asked.  Julian laughed softly and patted Dean’s knee.
 
“Not with you my boy...your youngest brother, Adam.”
 
When Dean continued to stare at him blankly Julian pressed on with a fond
smile, “I’m sure by the look on your face that he hasn’t told you about the
visits he pays Krissy while he’s at the university.  How he’s not only changed
his area of study to economics but has been at Krissy’s side at almost all the
council meetings she’s been involved with.”
 
“What I am getting at is that they are friends and by the looks of it...a
little more than that.  Being once in Adam’s shoes, I’m sure he doesn’t feel
good enough but I am here to give him my blessing to court my daughter,” Julian
said.  Dean felt completely useless as he just blinked.  He knew Adam had
changed from studying medicine with Sam to something else, to what he hadn’t
known until now.  Dean wasn’t even sure Sam knew the other things that Adam was
getting into.
 
It finally made him smile, to think that his little brother was going to soon
be King and married to a spitfire of a woman who’d keep him on his toes for the
rest of his life.
 
“You’d be okay with my half brother, whose mother was a merchant to basically
take your place?” Dean asked.  He himself was nothing but proud of the man his
youngest brother was becoming but he knew how cruel others could be.  He’s
heard the slander before, especially at court.  
 
“I’d be proud that my daughter as a Princess would marry the youngest brother
of my favorite nobleman and become the next King,” Julian said simply and it
brought a huge smile to Dean’s lips.  He nodded eagerly and took Julian’s
forearm.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Castiel was alone in the garden, sprawled out on the blanket that Gabriel had
helped him lay out.  The flowers were blooming and the trees made a beautiful
sound with their rustling.  He was lying on his side, a pillow under his head,
one under his belly and another between his knees.  With the soft grass and
thick blankets he was amazingly comfortable.  The loud chatter that was
constantly happening in the house couldn’t reach over the walls circling the
garden and Castiel moaned appreciatively.  He missed Dean but he loved this
moment being alone and away from all of that.  
 
There was a small little buzz near his ear and he nearly swatted it away when
he realized that it was a bee.  He smiled warmly at it and watched with tired
eyes as it flitted towards the small pool.  Castiel couldn’t wait for the baby
to finally come for multiple reasons but one of them being that Dean had
promised to help him build some hives to start collecting honey.
 
Castiel’s eyes slowly began to drift closed when he jerked awake, the door to
the garden was slowly being pushed open and he struggled to sit up.  His mouth
dropped open when he recognized his brother’s frame through his bleary eyes.
 
“Michael...what are you doing in here?” Castiel demanded with a groan.  Michael
gave him an impish smile as he crossed over the garden, not even caring that he
was stepping on some of Castiel’s precious flowers.
 
“Stop!” Castiel cried out when he got too close to the pool, his boot nearly
stomping down on the bee from earlier.  Thankfully his arrogant brother
listened and the little insect flew away quickly.
 
“Are you alright brother?  Do you need some help?”  Michael asked with a frown.
 Castiel rolled his eyes and all but growled at him.
 
“I was perfectly content until you came stomping in here!  What the hell do you
want?” he demanded sitting up a bit straighter.  The baby kicked furiously
against his stomach and he gasped, humming softly to get her to calm down.
 
“Just wanted to talk...without that pesky little guard of yours around,”
Michael said stepping closer.  Castiel held up a hand and swallowed hard, his
breathing coming out in gasps.
 
“That is...close enough.  I already told you Michael...I have no desire to
speak with you,” he said pushing at the side of his stomach.  The baby was
restless, moving around so much that it knocked the breath out of him.
 
“Well you’re going to have to speak with me little brother, you can’t escape me
in here.  Do you realize the damage you have caused our family by not marrying
Metatron?  The debt we are scrambling to swim out of?  Your precious little
Dean never lived up to his promise,” Michael growled kneeling down next to him.
 He was too close and the familiar stench of brandy was strong on Michael’s
coat.
 
“Answer me!” Michael shouted grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up.
 Castiel shoved his brother as hard as he could, his chest swelling with pride
as he stumbled onto his back.  He was just about to open his mouth and start
shouting for someone when a searing pain shot up his spine.
 
“Oh God!” He cried out, tears prickling at his eyes when the pain didn’t
subside right away.  He was so confused and didn’t understand what was
happening until he felt the blankets beneath him become damp.  Castiel’s
fingers shook as he reached down between his legs, his stomach roiling when he
saw that it wasn’t clear...but red.
 
“Michael...oh...Michael!” Castiel sobbed, throwing a rock at his brother’s
chest.
 
“Mmph, what was that for!” Michael shouted, his eyes growing instantly wide
when he saw the blood not only on Castiel’s fingers...but on the gown he was
wearing.
 
“Wh-What do I do?” he stammered.  Castiel swallowed hard, reaching for
Michael’s hand and squeezed hard as another blast of pain nearly made him black
out.
 
“Dean...and Pamela...please hurry,” he gasped, collapsing back onto his pillow
as his brother quickly let go and was running towards the door.  Castiel
whimpered, digging his fingers into the grass as he tried to not cry or
hyperventilate.  Pam had tried to prepare him for this but nothing she said
came even close.  And deep down, Castiel knew.  There was something horribly
wrong.
 
“Castiel?” that was Pam but her voice sounded so quiet, distant.  He was
vaguely aware of the garden door slamming open and the sounds of feet hitting
the ground.
 
“Oh God sweetheart...get some blankets and water!” he heard Dean shouting and
suddenly his hazy vision was filled with his husband’s terrified face.
 
“Come on Cas...focus on me...please?” Dean begged and it took some effort for
Castiel to blink several times but Dean became a little clearer.
 
“Dean...something’s not right…” Castiel whimpered, his teeth chattering at the
sudden chill crawling up his skin.  Pamela had his gown pushed up to his waist
and he could see the tightness in her eyes.
 
“Shhh...Cas, you’re gonna be alright. Baby, just focus on me okay?  Cas?  No,
no don’t close your eyes!  Castiel!”  Castiel couldn't help it, he was
exhausted and completely succumbed to the pulling darkness.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Castiel felt like he was floating...there was no pain, just nothing.  It was
utterly terrifying but peaceful all at the same time.  Where was Dean?  Why
couldn’t he hear or feel his husband anymore?  The baby...where was his baby?
 
He struggled, the darkness kneading at him like a web, luring him to stay but
Castiel didn’t want too.  He screamed until he was sitting up with a sharp
gasp, the light from the window blinding him.  It took a long moment for him to
realize he was upstairs in their bedroom...not the make shift one on the first
floor.  Swallowing hard he instinctively reached down to his stomach and
couldn’t help letting out a sob.  His belly was still there but...it was much
smaller than it should have been.  
 
Panic was surging through him but he couldn't find his voice to call out for
anyone.  Thankfully the door opened and Pam was rushing towards his bed.
 
“Castiel...you’re awake!” she cried happily.  Castiel shook his head
angrily...how could she look so damn pleased at a moment like this.  Pam’s face
fell and she bit her lip, holding up her hand as she hurried back to the door.
 He couldn't hear what she called out for but it wasn’t long before Dean poked
his head in.
 
“Dean!” Castiel sobbed, wanting nothing more than to scramble out of the bed
but when Dean moved closer into the room, Castiel’s world spun.  In his
husband’s arms was something wrapped up in a blanket...the little arm wiggling
around to touch at Dean’s face.
 
“Oh my God…” Castiel cried covering his face.
 
“I think it’s about time you met our daughter...Mary,” Dean said softly once he
was standing next to the bed.  Castiel was trembling so hard, scared that this
was all a dream and he’d wake up back in that darkness.
 
“It’s okay sweetheart...she’s perfect,” Dean whispered, gently pushing the
little bundle into his arms.  Castiel sucked in a gasp, everything becoming
real the moment he felt her weight.  She was beautiful, her little fingers
touching at his chin.  
 
“Hello Mary,” Castiel whimpered holding her close but trying to not squeeze her
too much.  The bed dipped next to him and he looked up to see Dean with tears
in his eyes.  His husband swallowed hard, leaning in to kiss at Castiel’s
temple.
 
“You scared the shit out of me,” Dean whispered, his voice wavering.  Castiel
wanted to ask what happened but Dean shook his head, his arms wrapping tightly
around Castiel as he got acquainted with his new daughter.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Dean ran his fingers through Castiel’s damp hair slowly, cherishing each breath
that not only his husband took but the rise and fall of their precious
daughter’s chest.  She was tucked in snugly next to their bed in the bassinet
to keep her close.  Dean had to press on his eyes to keep from  crying
again...the fear and anxiety was still lodged in his chest and probably
wouldn’t go away until Castiel could stay awake longer than a few hours.
 
It always hit so hard every time he thought about just how close he was to
losing both of them…
 
Walking into that garden and seeing Castiel like that...Dean didn’t think he’d
ever get over it.  Thank God Pamela acted quickly and even Niceven jumped in to
help.  She had torn off all her jewelry before kneeling down to help Pamela
deliver Mary while Castiel remained unconscious.  Dean still wasn’t sure how
they’d managed it...he’d been too busy trying to get Castiel to open his eyes.
 He had stopped breathing a few seconds after Mary had slipped out of him and
Dean couldn’t stop screaming.  Benny had shoved Dean away before he started to
breathe into Castiel’s mouth, bringing his husband back gasping.  Castiel had
blinked his eyes a few times before slipping back into a deep sleep.
 
Everything after that had been a blur, he didn’t even remember moving Castiel
to their bedroom.  Nothing came into focus until Mary was suddenly in Dean’s
arms and then it was beyond difficult to get her away from him.  The only
person he even let close was Pamela and that was to help the newborn latch onto
one of Castiel’s breasts.
 
Three days...three days Castiel had been asleep and recovering from the blood
loss.  No one really understood what happened, Castiel had been perfectly
healthy but Dean had a feeling.  Michael was the one who yelled for them and
the one who suddenly disappeared once things slightly calmed down.  No one
could find him and Dean prayed he never saw him again...he may just end up
killing him.
 
Castiel made a soft noise and Dean glanced down in time to see Castiel blinking
his eyes open.  He still looked exhausted and the paleness in his skin scared
Dean a little but he had to keep telling himself that Castiel was okay.  
 
“Dean?” Castiel coughed a little and then suddenly sat up straight, a soft ‘oh’
leaving his lips when he saw Mary sleeping next to them.  
 
“It was just a dream…” Castiel whispered.  Dean reached out for him and helped
Castiel settle back against his chest.
 
“Everything’s okay sweetheart...we’re okay,” Dean said almost in a chant as he
held his husband, his throat becoming almost too tight when Castiel clung to
him.
 
It was a while later when Castiel sat up enough to gaze up at Dean, “What
happened?” he questioned softly.  Dean sighed and kissed at Castiel’s chapped
lips.
 
“We don’t know..did your brother say or do something?” Dean asked.  Castiel
nodded minutely, his hands coming up to rub at his face tiredly.
 
“He got angry and grabbed at my face but I pushed him off.  I must have moved
too harshly…” Castiel murmured.  Dean was already shaking his head.
 
“No...this is not your fault sweetheart.  He should not have been anywhere near
you...I should have been with you…” Dean sighed, squeezing his eyes shut
tightly.  He felt a weight on his chest and didn’t have to look to know Castiel
was leaning on him.  Lips touched his own and he whimpered, his arms closing
around Castiel to pull him in tightly.
 
“It’s not your fault either Dean, please don’t blame yourself,” Castiel begged.
 Dean nodded and buried his face in Castiel’s neck, sucking in his scent like
it was the only air he needed.  Castiel relaxed against him and Dean allowed
himself to finally let go.  His husband was alive and breathing and their
daughter was finally here and perfect.  His fingers trailed slowly up and down
Castiel’s back and both were sighing softly as they grew calmer.
 
“Mmm...I missed our bed,” Castiel mumbled and Dean couldn’t help chuckling.  He
had missed it as well.  Nothing compared to this mattress, it sucked in your
body and made it feel like you were floating.  He kissed Castiel’s forehead and
kept his lips there as Castiel snuggled closer with a hum.
 
“Oh...what did Julian want to speak to you about?” Castiel asked perking up a
little.  Dean truly smiled for the first time in days and bit his bottom lip.
 
“You’re never going to believe this….”
 
 
===============================================================================
 


~Three Years Later~


Castiel sang softly, a huge smile pulling at his lips when Mary tried to join
him from her spot on the grass.  It was the first time he’d stepped foot in the
garden since they got back from court and he desperately needed to get it
cleaned up before winter came.  As it was the chill was creeping in on them
already.  It was warmer now with the sun beaming down on them and Mary
absolutely loved being outside.  Her long blond hair was a mess but Castiel
didn’t have the heart to take it from the braid Niceven had woven.  
 
“Hey there you two...I come bearing gifts,” Dean called out from where the door
used to be.  Mary had somehow managed to lock herself inside and after that,
Dean was done with the garden having a door at all.  Castiel tilted up his face
when his husband got closer and hummed through the kiss.  Gabriel set the tray
of food on the blanket, plopping down to join them.
 
“Thank you...smells wonderful,” Castiel said, his mouth watering a bit when he
caught the scent of freshly cooked meats.  Mary giggled, her little fingers
snatching up a strawberry before she plopped down in Gabriel’s lap while her
fathers dug into the food pile as well.
 
“Can you believe little bratty Adam is now our King?” Gabriel said out of the
blue.  Castiel smirked, remembering clearly how terrified the youngest
Winchester had looked when Dean had told him the news.  After the initial shock
Adam easily grew into the role, not surprising anyone that he could handle it
perfectly.  By the time Adam and Krissy were married, Niceven took a bad turn.
 She was better now but Julian had put his foot down, making things move even
quicker to get Krissy and Adam on the throne.  Dean and Castiel had been there
for the ceremony and to say their final farewell to Julian and Niceven.  They
were moving closer to the Queen’s old home and Castiel had a feeling they
wouldn’t be seeing them again.  It made Castiel sad but at least Niceven would
be well taken care of.  
 
“I think it’s wonderful Gabriel,” Castiel grinned.  Gabriel barked out a laugh
and started bouncing Mary on his knee, her giggles echoing off the walls.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Dean yawned loudly as he fell onto their bed with a groan.  Castiel chuckled
and dragged Dean until he was lying in his usual spot, spooned behind Castiel.
 
“You feeling any better?” Dean asked kissing the back of his shoulder while his
hand rubbed at Castiel’s grumbling stomach.  Castiel beamed, nibbling on his
lip before turning his head to look over at Dean.
 
“Yes, Dean...I’m pregnant,” Castiel said softly.  Dean’s eyes widened and both
of them let out a laugh as they attacked each other’s mouths.
 
“God I love you so much sweetheart,” Dean sighed nuzzling at his face.  Castiel
hummed pulling Dean in closer by his arm.
 
“I love you too Dean,” he whispered.










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