We Didn't Want To

He's Suffocating

^Warning pic is gory ^

He closes his eyes momentarily and when he opens them again he's no longer in the library. As he looks around he realizes he's in his and Dean's room. Sam is the first person to appear in his line of vision. "Gabe pass me the morphine." he can hear Sam demand and when he turns his head he sees Gabriel with a large needle. "The placenta must have detached," Gabriel says with one hand glowing on his stomach.

Sam takes the needle from Gabriel and stabs it into his' leg earning a painful grunt. "It's coming as fa--" Gabe doesn't get to finish because Dean is cutting him off. "We have to do it now." Dean hisses grabbing the angel blade. He's only seconds away from cutting into his' stomach when Sam grabs his wrist tightly in his hand. "Dean! Let the morphine spread." he snaps at him.

"There's no time, the baby's dying!" He snaps back at him making his' heart rate climb. "Get 'em out now!" He screams out in pain as tears rush down his face. The contractions are getting the best of him as he sobs and chokes on tears of pure agony.

"Cassie, look at me," Gabe says and when he does, Dean is cutting open his womb. He gives a blood-curdling scream when Dean stabs into his womb. He doesn't stop screaming and crying until Derek has taken a small break everything is okay (when it's not). When Dean continues he is sobbing uncontrollably, and slowly slipping away from consciousness. "Hurry!" Sam yells at Dean. "I'm tryin'!" Dean shakes his head. "Castiel! Stay focused, keep your eyes open." Gabe demands. "No! Th--eir suffo--cating!" He screams looking to Dean with blurry vision. He sees that Dean bending down and disappearing from his line of sight.

When Dean emerges, he's covered in blood but never the less he reaches holding a baby. He feels another wave of pain surge through him before he finally slips away from consciousness.

Castiel shot up from the bed, drenched in sweat. He draws in painful, ragged breaths, head bowed, clutching his belly desperately as he fights through tears. Next, to him, Dean stirs in his sleep probably from him abruptly sitting up. He took slow deep breaths, filling his lungs with air. The room was dark and smelled like sex reminding him what they did a few hours ago.

Dean pulling him down on the bed and kissing him. Passionately. And, before either of them knew it, clothing was being ripped and hands were everywhere. The next thing he knows his screaming dean's name.

Trying not to wake up Dean, Castiel slowly got up putting on his discarded clothes and walked back to his room across the hall. Cas locks the door behind him, he presses a hand to his mouth as he sinks to his knees. He sits there on the cold floor as he muffles his cries.