Destiel One-Shots

Mpreg!Castiel

For some reason, I've been writing a lot about pregnancy in my other stories. I guess I have a fetish for pregnant people?

Castiel:

        I pace around my room, trying to clear my head. I stop and look at the little pink stick in my hand. I rub my eyes, hoping it will change what I see. Nope. The pregnancy test is the same as before. Two little lines indicating that I am indeed pregnant. What am I going to do? I'm only a Junior in high school and I'm pregnant! My life has just crashed and burned right in front of me. What is my family going to think? Oh god. My family. 

        My family are full fledged Christians. More or less my mom. I mean, when I came to them saying I was gay, they didn't take it well. I mean, it wasn't horrible, but I wasn't the best. My mom started freaking out, saying that I was going to hell and what the church would think. Now she pretty much ignores me. It was tough enough coming out, but now pregnant! The only good reaction I can expect is the one from Gabriel. Gabe never judged me on my sexuality and he even admitted he knew before I came out. Now for the others, I can't say the same.

        My father left when I was young, leaving me with my mom and siblings. Three to be exact. There's the oldest, Michael. Then there's Gabriel and Anna. I'm the youngest of the household. Michael was never around much. He was too busy on his path to become a priest.  Anna was in college and came home every other weekend to stay the night, but we were never really close. Michael has hated me ever since I came out. He started a huge fight about how I should be kicked out and how homosexuality is sin and shouldn't be present in a house of God. Hearing my brother talk about me like that, I broke. I went up in my room and cried until Gabe came up and comforted me. Michael left and hardly comes back. Whenever he does, he glares at me and pretends that I don't exist.

        Oh, and what about the father. Dean Winchester. We first met each other when he moved across the street when I was 4. We had been best friends ever since. He has a little brother named Sam, whom he is very protective of. Dean had invited me to a party one Friday night. A party where we had one to many drinks and ended up sleeping together. The morning after, Dean made me promise not to tell anyone and said it was just a mistake. He didn't want to ruin his relationship with his girlfriend. We were still friends, but something had changed. 

        That morning broke me. I've been in love with Dean since the 7th grade. His tan skin and light sandy brown hair. His freckles on his nose and his bright green eyes. It killed me. I still love him. Now I was pregnant with his baby. 

        Whenever I came out to Dean, we made a promise to never tell his parents. We didn't want our friendship to end because of my sexuality. When he promised me, we both knew we were talking about John. If Mary knew, she wouldn't treat me any differently. When she did find out, nothing changed. She still made me cookies and let me sleep over with Dean on weekends. She never told John and we were grateful for that. Knowing Mary, she can always figure something out when you trying to hide it from her. That's how I know she found out I was gay and that I'm in love with Dean. She gets a sympathetic look whenever Dean brought his girlfriends around me. She was the only one who knew and still is.

        I go and lay on my bed to try and calm down. With trying to figure out how I'm going to tell my family and Dean, I have gotten a headache. Even if all goes to hell, when I'm forced out  of my home and my friendship ruined, I know I'll have someone to count on. Gabriel and Mary. They'll be my savior when nobody else will.