Dear Dean, (Mpreg)

Grandma to the Rescue

  Mary arrived and came into the house, "Grandmas here!" She said carrying gifts.

  Dean smiled and gestures her to come over to him, she came over and hugged him.

  "Hey mom!"

  "How's my Son/Daughter?"

  "Good." Dean said smiling. He saw Castiel turn the corner.

  She gave Castiel the bags and went over to the twins in their cradle.

  "Who is who?" Mary asks.

  "Jack is on the left, Claire is on the right." Dean said.

  "I thought Jack was on the right, and Claire was on the left?" Castiel said.

  "Do you not know who is who?" Mary asked.

  "Uhhh! I do Claire is on the right and Jack is on the left." Dean said.

  Castiel looked un sure, he then walked over to the left cradle and opened up the bottom to see the genitalia.

  "Yea like I suspected, Jack is on the right and Claire is on the left."

  "Dean you don't know your kids?" Mary asked looking concerned.

"Okay I never really have been able to bond with them. They scream and cry every time I hold them, they are perfectly fine in Castiel's arms or their cradles." Dean said leaning back on the couch, he felt a pain in his stomach from the force. He held his stitches.

"You okay?" Mary asked.

"Yea."

"I can help with your bond with the twins but you need know who is who."

"Okay." Dean said ready to be able to have his kids like himself.

"Hi Claire! Here is your, Dad? Daddy? Pappa? Mom?"

Dean smiled getting her in his arms, "I'm her Pappa." He said with a smile slowly turning into a frown right as she cried once out in his arms.

"Ignore the cries Dean." Mary said.

Dean began to cry, looking at his daughter she wouldn't stop crying. He looked away from her at Cas who saw him crying, it was painful watching Dean cry especially when his own daughter wasn't enjoying him holding her.

"Claire, your okay princess." Dean said rocking her gently.

She kept crying and crying, he then adjusted her on her stomach against his chest. He began to sooth her back by rubbing circles on her back.

Cries kept going, "Claire please, your okay! Claire..." Dean was crying at this point he couldn't get her to calm down.

"Claire!" Dean was having enough of this, she cried for fifteen minutes straight. Castiel saw Dean giving up, he wasn't wanting to hold her anymore or be near her.

"Dean just give it more time." Castiel said.

"It's been fifteen fucking minutes Cas! She hates me. My own daughter hates me!" He began to sob handing Claire back to Mary, Claire stopped crying and Dean got into the wheel chair and rolled into the kitchen.

Castiel followed but brought Claire, "Owe!" Dean began to rub his chest.

"You okay baby?" Castiel asked.

Dean turned around seeing his chest was bigger than normal and he began to feel his chest becoming wet.

"Dean? Are you lactating?" Castiel asked surprised.