Just One Time (Destiel mpreg)

Chapter 8

Sam sat in silence, hands wringing over and over themselves as tears formed in his eyes. He sniffled and wiped his nose, a Winchester thing that let everyone know they were trying to act tough. The younger hunter smiled at the pair.

"Well umm, congratulations about the baby. I'm, I'm happy for your two." Sam's voice wavered as the tears started in again. Dean and Cas joined hands, the angel casting his eyes down to the table while Dean looked to his brother in a means of comfort.

"I'm just gonna, I'm gonna-I'm gonna go." Sam abruptly left the library without another word spoken. Dean watched him leave, looking Cas in the eye with a gaze that asked if he could leave and comfort his brother. The angel released his hand from Dean's, the hunter launching out of his chair and jogging to his brother's room.

Sam sat on the edge of his bed, hands pressed and gripping his knees while being hunched over and trying his best to suppress his whimpers of sobbing. The older brother pursed his lips in the doorway, leaning on the frame before entering his room and sitting next to him. The younger brother gazed over to the older one, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and seeing a loving brotherly smile from Dean before wrapping his arms around him and pulling the older one in for a hug which he gladly accepted.

"It's gonna be alright Sammy. It'll be alright, I promise." Dean hugged his brother tighter and closed his eyes. He was all he had left. After Bobby, after Lisa and Ben, even Jo and Ellen. Sam was the only person he had left after everything they've been through. Even if he did have Castiel and their baby, Sam was the only person he ever had that was with him through everything.

"Hey, look at the bright side Sammy, you'll be an uncle in a couple months. Uncle Sam, now if that isn't patriotic, I don't know what is." Dean tried his best to cheer his brother up the best he could as it earned him a laugh from Sam.

"Yeah, I guess so. The thing is, I just can't believe I missed the whole thing between you and Cas. Let alone a baby." Sam confessed. Dean smirked, rubbing the younger hunter's back before getting up and leaving his room.

"Hey Dean?"

The older hunter turned around, setting his hand to the doorframe and leaning in. "What's up?"

"Thank you. Really." Sam returned the smile before Dean smirked himself and left to go join Cas.

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"DeEEAan! Dean, please." Cas' voice quivered at the surprising and unfamiliar touch of his hunter caressing his wings.

Long, black, and full of feathers, Dean ran his first two fingers along the top of the one of the wings. Digging his index finger into the ridge of one of the bones, Cas gasped and gripped the bedsheets underneath him in a tight fist.

"I've never seen your wings before Castiel. They're, they're beautiful. And ragged. Cas, they're torn apart." Dean gripped his angel's wings a little tighter in a loving manner, splaying them out to see the holes and rips through the cluster of dirty and clumped feathers. Cas was a quivering mess, holding onto as much as his sanity as he could before breaking down and melting into Dean's touch.

"It's what hAAappens w-whEEn you f-f-fall, D-Dean." Cas managed out before letting out an exasperated moan. "I r-r-rebelled. For you."

Dean smiled. "And that's why I love you." Scooting himself closer behind Cas and wrapping his arms around the angel's torso, setting his hands to his belly and gently rubbing. Cas smirked, leaning back into his hunter's chest and sighing. "I never said for you to stop playing with my wings."

The hunter laughed, scooting back farther on the bed and resuming play with his angel's wings with Cas writhing under his touch. Dean knew he had his angel right where he wanted him, begging for more but teasing him with just slightest of touches.