Destiel Fluffy Oneshots

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A/N: this one is a bit longer than anything I've ever attempted. It's about 3600+ words. It is also mpreg.

I tried to make this as fluffy as humanly possible, so I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fun writing this one, and I believe it is one of my better writings. Please leave comments and feedback, I love hearing from my readers!

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For the past few weeks, something has been up with Cas, and Dean knows it. Cas is taking all of Dean's food and being lazy around the bunker. None of his clothes are ever picked up, and he leaves everything out in the open for the brothers to trip on. Sam has complained to Dean several times saying, "Your boyfriend is acting weird. Tell him to put these books back on the shelf after he's done with them!" or "Dean, Cas ate all the pickles again. Please tell him to stop, he's your butt buddy, not mine." Dean has had enough by the third week.

"Dammit Cas, quit eating all our food! And pick up all your stuff, too! I love you, but this has been going on too long, man," Dean explains as gently as he can to the now-human angel. Cas just glares at him, blue eyes burning, and then walks down the hall and disappears into his and Dean's room. What is up with him? Dean asks himself as he follows behind Cas.

Castiel's sweater-clad arms are crossed over his chest when Dean walks in. He can only be compared to a child whose parents won't let him go play. Dean sighs, running a hand through his hair, looking at the odd design on Cas's sweater. All the angel has worn lately is oversized hoodies and pullovers. "What's wrong, Cas?" Dean whispers gently, sitting next to the angel on their bed.

"Nothing is... wrong, Dean," Cas says simply as if they are talking about the weather.

"Okay... are you going to talk about why you've been slacking off lately, leaving things around for us to trip on? You used to clean this place all the time," Dean absently runs his fingers through the angel's dark hair. Cas looks over at Dean as if the answer is sitting right in front of them. Cas takes Dean's free hand and draws shapes on his palm. Scooting over, Dean allows Castiel to lean partially on Dean's shoulder, head tucked under the hunter's chin.

"I love you, Dean," Cas whispers and feels Dean tense behind him. They usually say those words when they are trying to comfort each other.

"I love you too, Cas, but you're scaring me. Seriously, what's up?" Dean's voice shakes along with his hands. Cas soothes Dean's palm with his fingers.

"Don't be afraid," Cas's whisper is hushed, almost bashful. Dean would have asked, but slowly Cas moves Dean's hand to his abdomen where he lifted his shirt only enough for Dean's hand. Cas's belly is warm under Dean's touch, so soft.. and round.

Cas smiles and turns his face into the side of Dean's neck and the tender fingers move across his stomach again and again.

"Cas, does this mean?" Dean can't even finish his sentence before attacking Cas's lips with his own. Dean laughs a happy laugh, one happier than Cas has heard in all his existence. "You-we-parents-Cas!" Dean babbles pointlessly and Cas rests his hand atop Dean's. "How?" Dean smiles and it makes the angel's heart melt.

"I think it has something to do with our love for each other, and you being my other half or something akin to a mate or partner. It must be because I'm an angel and you are my human love, so the baby appears to be developing the way a human would." Dean's smile only grows happier. "Human and angel relationships are complicated."

"You mean it's part angel and part human? Like your grace and my soul-" Dean's eyes are watery with the threat of inevitable tears.

"It is truly our child, yes. Though, obviously, they will be born like an angel not a human. This-" Cas gestures to his belly "-is just her grace or soul growing inside me, seeing as I wouldn't be able to carry an actual, human child."