Warmth

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            Cas was now three months along in his pregnancy. They were totally sure how long it would last since the baby was half-human/half-angel. Cas was no longer going off on his own. He had wanted to continue his search for God, but when Dean pointed out that if he got hurt it could potentially hurt the baby he conceded and now stayed with the Winchesters.

            Dean and Cas were lying in bed one night with Cas pressed against Dean’s chest. Dean was running his hand up and down Cas’ side in a soothing motion and slipped his hand down to pull Cas closer. His hand brushed along Cas’ stomach and he froze.

            “Dean?” Cas said quietly, “What’s wrong?”

            “I’m not sure,” Dean said, sitting up and rolling Cas onto his back. Castiel was staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. His eyes followed Dean’s movements as Dean slowly lifted Cas’ shirt. He looked down and saw what Dean had felt: a small bump, barely noticeable, had formed on his stomach.

            “Is that…” Cas trailed off and Dean nodded in amazement.

            “That’s out baby Cas,” Dean said, smiling at the angel, “Here.” He placed Cas’ hand on the bump and Cas looked up at Dean with wide eyes.

            “I can feel it,” he murmured.

            “I think it might be a little early for that Cas,” Dean smiled.

            “No, I can feel it,” Cas insisted, “I can feel the baby’s Grace.”

            “What does it feel like?” Dean asked, laying his hand over Cas’.

            Cas thought for a moment before answering, “Warmth.”

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