Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys, here's a new story. I've already got this one written up so I'll just post another chapter once a week or so. Please leave comments they make me happy.

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Dean stared down at the stick, his face paling for pale to ashen. He never thought - he didn't even want to think about it. It's impossible. Ridiculous. He still had a couple of hours before Cas came home. He threw the test in the bin, and buried it under some wet tissues so nobody would see. 

Dean wandered into the kitchen, and automatically reached a beer. He caught himself, and took out a bottle of water instead. Sam raised an eyebrow at him from where he sat, surrounded by books. 
"Hungry?" his brother asked, and shoved some leftover chips in his direction. Dean shook his head, and wrinkled his nose. 
"I'm good". He didn't think he could handle food at the moment. This time Sam frowned. 

"So". Dean tried to be casual. "Is there..." he cleared his throat and Sam looked up from his book. "There are lots of curses out there, right?"
"Yeah"
"What kinds? I mean there's probably heaps. Like one to make your hair fall out?" Dean laughed. 
"Yep," Sam smiled, playing along. "Thank god I've never been hit by that one".
"Your life would be over. Probably one to make your skin green, huh?"
"No idea," Sam breathed a laugh, wondering where he was going.
"Probably one to make dudes pregnant," Dean laughed again, but it seemed forced. 
"That's impossible, Dean," Sam snorted, "There's no curse for that".

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This had to be some kind of nightmare. Very funny, brain. Dean thought, Nice joke. You can wake up now. He can't be pregnant. Even Sam said it was impossible. They hadn't even been near a witch for months, anyway. 

This wasn't a curse. 

He heard the bunker door close from his room and groaned. Walking out to greet Cas had his heart jumping into his throat with every step. He could hear Sam's voice. "Is Dean okay? He's a bit off this morning".
"Off what?" his boyfriend's confused voice replied. 

"Hey, Cas," he greeted, and the angel's eyes immediately fell on him. "How was--"
"You're pregnant," Castiel observed and Sam choked on his beer. The froth spilt down the neck of the bottle. 
"What?" he laughed, and looked at Dean, who was pale again. "Cas, I know you're new to this, but surely you know that dudes--"
"He's right," Dean confirmed, and Sam's smile dropped. 

A/N: Well, folks, that's all for now. Let me know what you think. Bit of a cliffhanger there, but hey.