Just One Time (Destiel mpreg)

Chapter 4

Dean buried his face in his hands. Sitting at the kitchen table and a cup of cold coffee off to the side. It was still early morning, the same day he woke up with Cas.

How could he be so...gullible?

Letting his feelings get ahead of his thoughts was nonexistent to him. It couldn't be true and can't be true. He was too troubled of a person to be worrying about love right now. Dean knew he couldn't let his heart rule over his head. It never has.

Until now.

"Mornin' Dean! You're up early." Sam came in to the kitchen, robe still on, as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from Dean. The older hunter looked up. Eyebrows furrowed in worry as he tried to give his best smile before he took a sip of his coffee.

"Couldn't sleep." Dean confessed. He rubbed his hand over his chin in fatigue and frustration. The younger hunter didn't need to know the exact reason. Just a normal day in the life of the Winchester's.

"So, anything new for the case?" Dean asked. Averting the conversation to something more comfortable. Something for both of the brothers to talk about.

"So far nothing, I did a bit of research the night before, but like you said before everything leads to a dead end. I think we should leave this one as is. There hasn't been an attack in weeks and everybody seemed to have forgotten about it." Sam stated his facts and took another sip of coffee.

"And nothing in the news as of late?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head.

"Awesome, we got some time for a little R and R Sammy." Dean put his feet up on the chair next to him and gave the best relaxation smile he could. Though that smile couldn't be the farthest from its intention.

Sam chuckled, in a way he agreed with his brother. He thought it was definitely time for a little relaxation between the two of them and of course Castiel.

"Hey, where's Cas?" Sam asked. Dean almost choked on his coffee.

"He's uh...he went out for a bit I think." Dean lied. And the younger brother none the wiser. Though he did suspect the older Winchester was up to something.

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Dean was sitting in the Impala. Hamburger in hand and a cup of fries in the cup holder as he listened to the steady intake of his classic rock and roll tape.

He started doing this sitting and thinking thing just a couple weeks ago. Sitting in the Impala and thinking of him and Cas.

How would it even work? The angel knew it wouldn't be the best of relationships, but the hunter could never hurt his angel like that. Dean could never let himself love again from the previous experiences he's had. He was always cautious towards love and never looked for anything that could be real. Because he never gave it a chance. And never wanted to give it a chance.

The hunter sighed. Finishing his burger and tossing the wrapper out the window. He bowed his head onto the steering wheel and closed his eyes.

Castiel was so confused. It's been almost two weeks since Dean left him sitting in his bed. The thoughts of love and the confusing signs of what it meant racing through his mind.

He was never one for emotions and never understood them as an angel of the Lord, but he wished he knew how they worked. He wish he knew what they meant so he could tell Dean how he felt or at least what he was feeling. All that was important was that he would be able to tell him and he would accept it.

But for now, it was all hurt he felt. Hurt, pain, and shame. Words he heard but couldn't explain. He didn't know what they meant and it drove him crazy; mad with the thought of not having the thought.

It was something else. Something he knew and what it felt like.

A warm and almost fuzzy feeling spreading across his chest. Like how his wings would wrap around himself and give a sense of comfort. Cas knew what it was, Dean explained it to him. He was feeling love.

Trying to explain love was like trying to explain how the human mind works or how dreams come about. We would always have a basic understanding of how they worked but we will never know. Castiel, an angel of the Lord, had no idea how the human mind. A work of art done by his father and how he admired them so. Humans were another thing he could never explain. Birth, life, love, and death. It was all a mystery to him.

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Later that night...

"Cas? Are you there? Sam?" Dean yelled through the house, cracking the door open to look around before stepping in. The hunter sighed. He knew he couldn't avoid Cas forever.

"Dean?" A voice came from behind him. The hunter knew he was found. He couldn't avoid the angel forever.

"Hey Cas. I...uh...I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight, and I guess I'm still not. I don't know what I was thinking when I slept with you." Dean stepped closer to the angel, lifting Cas' chin with his index finger to look him in the eye. A glint of hope sparkled in both of their eyes.

"But I know one thing, it wasn't a mistake." Dean smiled, getting lost in the angel's deep ocean blue eyes. Like how the sky gets heavy with the color of the sea right before it rains. How open it looks and it seems to stretch on for miles ahead and behind.

"Dean-"

"Cas, I do love you. But for now, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we should take it just a little slower. If that's alright with you." Dean interjected. The angel gave a small, somber smile.

"Yes, that seems okay with me. But, I don't think we should take things too slow."

The hunter furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" Dean asked.

The angel bowed his head in shame before raising it again and sighing. "Because I'm pregnant."