Supernatural Mpreg One Shots

Just Stop (Another Destiel)

Castiel woke up in an empty bed. Again. For the 5th time this week. 

"Dean?" Castiel called out when he heard shuffling in the kitchen. "Yeah?" Dean answered his voice echoing throughout the house. At least he's still here.

Castiel grumbled as he sat up in bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rose to his feet stretching his arms and popping his back. Castiel slipped on his robe and made his way to the kitchen where Dean was making breakfast. Oh my God, he is so hot.

"Hey sleepy head." Dean greeted flipping a pancake. "How'd you sleep?" Dean asked giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Fine." Castiel answered still shocked. "What are you doing?" Castiel asked taking a seat on the counter. 

"What does it look like? I'm making breakfast baby." Dean answered smiling at him widely. 

"I see that. I just wanna know why." Castiel asked putting a piece of cut up strawberry in his mouth.

"I thought we'd celebrate my promotion." Dean explained casually starting to crack the eggs. "Are you gonna want bacon?" Dean asked looking up at Castiel. He almost choked on his strawberry.

"Promotion?" Castiel asked picking up the bowl of the fresh strawberries. Dean nodded focused on the eggs that he is scrambling just the way Castiel likes them. Just a touch of milk to make them fluffy. "What does that mean exactly?"

"Less hours. More pay, and more time for loving my sexy husband." Dean chuckled placing the eggs on a big plate. "So bacon, or no?" Dean asked with that same big grin.

"Oh yeah, definitely." Castiel answered shoving more strawberries in his mouth. "You are so hot." Castiel laughed. 

"Don't you go talking like that or I'm gonna have to take you back in that bedroom and have my way with you." Dean spoke turning off the stove. He stood in the middle of Castiel's legs pulling him closer. That's when their lips collided. 

*

"Cas?" Dean asked groggily when the bathroom light turned on in the middle of the night. Dean sat up in bed quickly when he heard the sound of Castiel throwing up. "Cas?" Dean asked again.

"Yeah?" Castiel responded weakly. Dean made his way to the bathroom and saw his husband sitting on the tile floor with his head hanging over the toilet bowl.

"Oh baby." Dean soothed sitting down next to him starting to rub his back. Castiel responded by vomiting some more. "Just let it out."

"Dean, I think I'm sick." Castiel spoke picking his head up. Dean just laughed.

"No kidding."

*

"Dean can you hand me my bigger ones?" Castiel asked when his pants wouldn't button. "Damn it." Castiel groaned yanking them down his legs growing more frustrated by the second. He was just trying to look presentable for the dinner with Dean's coworkers tonight.

"Babe, I think those are your bigger ones. Look." Dean pointed at the tag making Castiel double check it. He's right, these are my bigger ones.

"Oh." Castiel responded sitting down on the stool they kept in the closet. 

"You can use one of mine." Dean suggested handing him a pair of his dress pants. "Just fold the bottoms a little." Dean instructed looking in the mirror adjusting his tie.

Have I gained weight?

*

"I should go on a diet." Castiel spoke in the quiet car. Dean just laughed. "What?" Castiel asked laughing a little as well.