Military Dad

Castiel's Part

(Castiel's POV) 

I have swollen feet and my back hurts but I don't care I love my baby. While Dean took Max and Joshua out I was able to spend half the day with Sam. We talked about anything we could. At about noon I went to bed. Before I fell asleep watched my baby move around under my skin. I thought about Dean then drifted off into a dream. 

It started off really blurry then cleared up. I was sitting on our porch watching Max and Joshua play in the backyard. They were about 1.5 years old. Max was in the sand box and Joshua was going up and down the slide. Dean came out after awhile and sat down next to me. He had PB&Js on a plate. "Boys lunch is ready!" We yelled. We sat around the patio table and ate sandwiches and chips. "I want another" I said to Dean. "We can try again if you would like." We tried for one year then finally, I looked down at the stick and saw that positive sign. Sadly, that same day we found out that Dean was going to war. 

I woke up with a smile and placed my hands on my bump as I woke up. Honestly I hope for a little girl, but I don't really care if it is a boy because I want it to be healthy so I can hold it. I got up and found Sam and Dean in the living room. I sat down. Dean put his arms around my waist. We just sat there and talked until the boys woke up. 

They woke up and it seemed like that nap was what they needed. They did not stop talking (to the best ability that a 3 year old can talk. I just smiled and listened. After dinner, we watched a movie and as the boys fell asleep, I looked at my family. 'I am the luckiest man alive aren't I' I thought. My boys are three and I have a baby on the way along with a loving and supportive husband. This baby will be loved forever. 

When the boys fell asleep, Dean took them to bed. I waddled to bed and Dean followed. Once I got up the baby would not stop kicking. Dean placed his hand on my belly and started singing. I love his voice. He sang 'Carry on My Wayward Son' to the baby and I smiled because he did the same with the boys then I started to fall asleep. When he stopped, he/she would start kicking. "No keep going, Babe. The baby likes it." When he is done, I am asleep. 

I dream about my family again but it is a different setting. I am at the bottom of my steps and I see Max and Joshua who look about 18 years old. They have their tuxes on and are going to pick up their dates. Then I see another person about 3 years younger in a beautiful dress. I wake up with a start. "Are you a little girl?" and my baby starts kicking "I guess that is a maybe." I started to cry and Dean woke up. "Are you okay baby?" He asked. "I think I just saw our baby." I wipe the tears away and smiled. He turned on the light and looked at me. "How? What happened?" I told him about my dream, "The girl had a long elegant prom prom dress with an a sequined sleeve. She had long brown curly hair. I didn't really see her eyes though. She was beautiful, Dean." Dean smiled, "Lets go back to sleep? Only one month until she is here." He turned off the light and we laid down. He laid his hand on my belly. I just stayed awake for a little while trying to remember her face. She was beautiful.