Remember (Destiel/Sabriel)

Not Again

AN: Waz up, my lovelies? Bored as hell and back at writing again :D Btw this takes place about a week or so after the previous chapter. Also, Idk when I'll end this because in my mind Dean and Cas have a shitload of kids because Dean is neglectful when it comes to angel sexy time and/or he wants a lot of kids

Gabriel knew something was up.
He felt like his grace was weird, so he consulted Castiel and Balthazar.
Balthazar probed his grace mentally, and he too noticed something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Gabe didn't want to ask any angels in heaven about his condition, so he let Cas diagnose him.

While Crowley watched Mark, Cas doctored him out in the junkyard.
For some reason, the result didn't surprise her.
"Gabe, you're pregnant."

Gabriel froze, and Cas could see his confusion.
"I don't know how this works, Gabe, but I'll help in any way I can."
"Thanks, Cassie," Gabe said, hugging his sister and going to go find Sam.
Cas watched him go, tottering like a drunk.
So she went inside, got on a computer, and searched for facts about this particular situation.

Gabe felt very happy, anxious, and a bit scared.
Not that he'd let it slip, but Lucifer was already after Sam.
Gabe figured he'd just have to warn Sam, and research ways to send Lucifer back to his cage.
How would it work?

That question alone made his brain struggle to comprehend it.
Would it be normal other than the birth?
Would the child grow in him or in his grace?
How would the baby come out?
Those three questions flitted around in his head as he approached Sam.

"Sam," he said, and the Winchester looked up.
Usually it was a nickname used, so naturally Sam was a bit worried.

"What's up?"
Gabe inhaled deeply, then blurted; "I'm pregnant."
"Gabe," Sam began, unsure where to go from there.
"If you want me to g-" "No," Sam cut in firmly, wrapping his long arms around the archangel.

"I don't care what happens; I'll protect you."
Gabe would've smirked at that in any other situation, but he knew he'd be vulnerable until after the birth.
"God dammit, I love you so much Sammich," Gabe said, laughing.
"I love you too, Gay-briel. I mean what," Sam teased.

"Awright get off me; the sappiness is over, now hand over your lollipop," Gabriel commanded.
Sam raised an eyebrow and a smile spread across his face as he held it out of the archangel's reach.

Gabe scowled, spread his wings, and flew at Sam, who ran away faster than the Energizer bunny on steroids.
The eldest Winchester watched his brother being chased by the pissed off pregnant angel, with the youngest Winchester on his lap.

"See that? Don't steal Uncle Rainbow's candy. Okay?" Dean said to Mark. "Cany," Mark gurgled, swishing his tiny wings.