Remember (Destiel/Sabriel)

Sick Angel

AN: I don't know why. XD I was tired, and still am, but I'm not giving up on it. (Yawns) I need to go to sleep. Just a few more words... maybe chapters... :3

Bobby at first didn't believe, but he quickly accepted the fact that Cas was indeed a woman, and Crowley was quite amused.

It was kind of hard not to be able to tell.

Cas was also acting a bit strange. She ran up the stairs as soon as possible, and Dean found himself rubbing her back as she retched but nothing came out, then looked completely miserable.

"What's wrong, Cas?" Dean asked, pulling her to him.

"This isn't supposed to happen," she said softly.

"Maybe it'll pass, then. I don't like it when someone I love is sick," Dean said, kissing the top of Cas' head.

Cas leaned into Dean, comforted.

"Tell me if this keeps happening, okay?" Dean asked, and she nodded.

Gabriel poked his head in. "Yo, Cassie, is this a bad time?"

"She's just a bit sick," Dean said.

"That's not supposed to happen," Gabe said, frowning. "Angels can't get sick."

"I know that," Cas sighed, getting up. "I'm gonna go research your symptoms," Dean said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Feel better, Cas," Gabe said, ruffling her hair a bit and leaving.

As Dean and Gabe went to research, Cas went to her and Dean's room.

She laid down, and began thinking. What was wrong with her?

"Hello, Castiel," Crowley said. "It seems you're sick, yes? May I offer an opinion?"

"I don't see why not," she said, sitting up.

"We all know very well that you're not sick. You can't get sick," he said. "I think it's something more, especially since you and Dean..." He paused, grinning at Cas' blushing face.

"It's something much more lively than a simple illness. Contemplate this, Castiel."

And so Crowley vanished, and Cas had to admit, her grace felt... strange.

She focused on it, and felt something. Something alive, and yet attached to her Grace.

Cas concentrated on that life, and felt it shift. She stopped, gasping.

"This really isn't supposed to happen either," she whispered, scared.

Cas looked down at her abdomen in curiosity and uncertainty.

She made her decision; she would fight for it. If Crowley was right, she would fight for her and Dean's baby.

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"Find anything yet?" Gabe asked Dean, stumped. "No," said Dean, who was equally frustrated.

"Well, that's great. Maybe Sam can help," Gabriel said wandering to Sam's room.

"What's up?" Sam asked, closing a book. Gabe smirked at the book, but quickly sobered once he remembered his task.

"Cas is sick, and we're researching her symptoms and seeing if we can find out what she's got."

Sam got up, frowning. "Aren't angels not supposed to get sick?"

"That's what we thought," Gabe said, pulling Sam downstairs.

They went through Bobby's bookshelves, and as they did, Cas came down the stairs.

She looked adorably disheveled to Dean, who pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Sam and Gabriel cleared their throats, and Cas blushed and Dean smirked.

"Dean, I wanted to talk to you about something," she said, pulling him towards the stairs.

"No naughty business! You know we can't research with that going on," Gabe said, winking.

Cas smiled. "Don't worry about that, Gabriel."

The two continued up the stairs and into Dean's room.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" Dean asked, sitting on the bed and pulling on her waist until she was sitting down beside him.

"Dean, I... I felt something in my Grace."

Dean frowned, making Cas nearly squirm under his gaze. "Is it bad?"

"N-no, I don't think so," she said, biting her lip.

"What is it, then?" Dean pulled her into his lap and kissed her neck gently.

"I... I'm with child, Dean."

Dean's eyes immediately drifted towards Cas' flat abdomen.

Castiel found herself frightened of what he might say.

"It's yours," she said softly.

Dean promptly turned her around and kissed her.

She figured out then that kissing was an alternative for chick-flick shit for Dean, and so even if he had to say it anyway, he was spared a minute of sappy crap.

"I can tell you're nervous," he mumbled against her lips.

"You tend to leave most sexual partners," Cas said shyly.

Dean laughed. "I guess I deserved that. Okay, so what's the plan?" Cas looked confused.

"Who're you going to tell?" She smiled a bit. "Oh. Well, we can tell everyone whenever. I want to do what you want."

"M'kay. Why not now? Or should it be a surprise?" Dean asked, grinning.

"We'd have to tell Gabriel first, then, because I'm not good with surprises," she said.

"Okay, then. Let's get pranking."