Supernatural Mpreg One Shots

You Can't Do This To Me (Destiel)

Warning- Sad, might be a tear jerker

"Dean, although I am 8 1/2 months pregnant I can assure that I can make a sandwich on my own." Castiel grumbled walking into the bunker's kitchen. Dean sighed as he stood in the doorway watching his very pregnant husband assemble the ingredients for a sandwich.

"I know, I know, but I just don't want you to get hurt that's all. You get that right?" Dean reasoned walking to his husband who stood in front of the cutting board. 

"What do you suppose is going to happen, Dean?" Castiel asked facing his worried husband who put a hand on his pregnant belly. "I know the doctor said to take it easy, but I need to do something on my own."  Castiel answered turning away from Dean.

"But-" Dean didn't even have time to get the words in before Castiel cut him off.

"No buts, Dean. It is just a sandwich." Castiel interrupted placing the bread on a plate before assembling the sandwich. "Honestly, if I can make a baby during a drunken night with you, I can make a sandwich while sober, so give me some space." Castiel grumbled pushing Dean away slightly. 

"Baby, please don't say that." Dean whispered trying to get closer to him, but Castiel was not having it. 

"You know what?" Castiel asked Dean in a very angry tone. "I have fucking had it!" Castiel yelled when the sandwich was finished. "You're always here Dean. Always, by my side, as if I am going to explode if I move the tiniest bit. Just leave me alone!" Castiel yelled picking up the plate and tried to walk as fast as possible to one of the guest rooms. Although fast as possible was really just a slow waddle, due to the baby that was currently sitting in between his hips.

Castiel sat on the dusty bed and grumpily tore through his sandwich. 

Ow. Damn Braxton Hicks. 

Castiel rubbed the lower half of his belly to try to soothe the pain and took another bite of his sandwich. Pain or not, he was hungry. He swallowed thickly as the pain began to pass. He could really use a bath, but that would require Dean's help and Castiel wasn't in the mood to talk to him yet. Maybe after the sandwich. 

When he finished the sandwich he was still angry, so he decided to stay in the room for a little while. He scooted back against the headboard and pulled his legs up on the bed. A little sleep might help actually. 

Castiel woke up in pain. Immense pain. Pain that no human should ever experience. 

"Dean!" Castiel yelled hoping that he would hear him, but Dean's room was on the other side of the bunker. "Dean!" Castiel Cried once more. Tears were now streaming down his face. Why did he have to get mad? Dean was just trying to help, and Castiel had let his hormones get the better of him.

Castiel knew what he would have to do. He slid his feet over the side of the bed when the pain passed and slowly stood up. He started to make his way to the door when he felt liquid trickling down his leg. He touched his crotch area and it was blood. 

Oh no.

"Dean!" Castiel yelled as another wave a pain rushed through his body. He held on to the door handle for support as he waited for the pain to pass. 

I have to make it to Dean.

When the pain passed once more Castiel knew that he had to pick up the pace. He would at least need to make it to the kitchen because that is where his phone is. 

He moved his feet as fast as he could and made it to the kitchen doorway before another wave of pain hit.

"Ahh!" He cried holding on to the doorway as the lower half of his body was currently going through hell. "Dean!" He tried once more knowing that it was useless. "I can't do this with out you." He whispered in tears. Sweat was now starting to pour down his face along with the tears.