"Dean?" Cas said, and the taller man hummed in acknowledgement. The were both laying in bed, even though only one of them was going to be sleeping. "You seem upset about something".
"What do you mean?" Dean deflected.
"Your heartbeat is accelerated, and you're perspiring," he observed, and Dean smirked.
"Well, maybe you just have that affect on me"
"Dean, you are not aroused," he pointed out, and Dean frowned.
"Well, I'm not now, no. What's your point?" Cas didn't say anything for a while.
"I overheard your conversation with Sam earlier," he confessed, and Dean tensed. "Does he truly think that my presence may put you and our fledglings in danger?"
"You shouldn't have been listening," Dean said, instead of answering.
"Dean," he tried.
"I don't care, okay? I need you here, with me".
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It was late in the afternoon when Dean woke up the next day, which was strange in itself because Cas had never let him sleep past eleven since he'd been pregnant. He reached over to the other side of the bed drowsily, and found nothing but cold sheets. He wasn't worried, Cas was always up before him. He looked down at himself, saw that his usually flat stomach was starting to bulge, and sighed.
He sat up, and a flash of white on the other pillow caught his eye. His heart sped up, as he looked at the paper and shakily reached for it. He didn't want to unfold it, but he found himself reading it anyway.
I'm sorry, beloved.
- Castiel
The note was written in elegant script, and tore a piece of his heart away. He clenched it in his fist, his breath speeding up. "Sam," he muttered, anger blurring any rational thoughts.
A/N: I hope you fuckers are pissed at me
I'm excited for the next chapter
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Special Sauce (Destiel)
FanfictionA Destiel fanfiction. The title is a dirty joke, heh. Set between season nine and ten. Mark of Cain and stuff like that doesn't really exist. This is a mpreg story, please do not read it if you don't like it....... please like it. WARNINGS FOR A...
