Sam's POV.
I was washing my hands when I heard Gabriel drop something and curse. "Gabe... You okay?" I called. "Yea, I'm fine. Just peachy..." He muttered. I dried my hands off and walked into our motel room. "Gabe, what happened?" He sighed, "I just got off the phone with Cas, Dean's sick," I nodded. "Ok.. Dean's strong, it's not the first time he's been sick," he shook his head and let out a light laugh. "No Sam, he's sick. Trust me, this illness won't go away for a while." "How long?" I finally said. He grinned, "About eighteen years," "About eighteen years..." I finally got it. When I did my head snapped up. "WHAT!?"
Dean's POV.
I groaned as I got up, my head was pounding. It had been three weeks since Cas and I had sex, and lately I've been getting really sick. I heard Cas stop talking on the phone. "Cas..." "Dean, I have figured out what is wrong with you," "Great, what?" Cas suddenly looked... Embarrassed. "Dean... You're pregnant." I paused. "WHAT?!" He nodded. "Cas, this is serious. Please, please tell me you're joking?" He shook his head. I groaned, "God dammit Cas!" He cocked his head. "Dean, if you do not want the child, you can just abort it." I looked at him, shock and horror filling me. "Cas... No. This is our baby. I can't get rid of it," "Why?" I sighed. "Cause, before Sam was born, and after I was, I heard my dad yelling at my mom, about how I was a worthless mistake. How she should have aborted me. He was drunk then but still..."
Castiel's POV.
He looked up at me, a single tear glistening on his cheek. "Dean... It's ok. This is our future, not the one we planned but, its another person's future too." He nodded and fell asleep.
