Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter Seventeen

He came back.

Gabriel was worried. Of course he was. He couldn't not be. And he was too scared to hide it. Dean groaned again, and his eyes closed. A sweat broke across his forehead, and he manifested a warm cloth to mop at it. "It's okay, Dean. Breathe," he assured him, and Dean scrunched up his face.

"You breathe," he countered, even though he knew it didn't make sense. Gabriel decided he'd laugh later, at that remark. Cas was crouched next to Dean, his brow furrowed. He couldn't stand to see his mate in this pain. 
"It's alright," he said again, and Dean shook his head. 
"Stop saying that! It fucking isn't," he yelled, and Gabriel nodded. 
"You're right, Dean," he said, "But be calm". 

Dean kept breathing, and the next exhale dissolved into a groan as the next contraction hit him. "No!" he yelled. "Something's wrong," he muttered, "I can feel it. Something's wrong, something's wrong". He kept saying it, over and over. A mantra.
"Gabriel," Cas said. He didn't yell, but there was fierceness in his eyes. Gabriel put his hand on Dean's bulging stomach. His bellybutton was pushed out. He closed his eyes, and felt for the nephilim. They were there, but distressed. He removed his hand, and looked up at Dean.
"One of them has a cord around their neck. We need to get them out," he said, "Now". 

"Hurry," Dean said, "Get them out of me". He groaned again. "Fuck!" Gabriel cringed at that, and pulled his sword from his sleeve. "Now!" He looked at the blade, and at Dean's distended stomach. 
"I'm sorry for this," he said. "This is going to hurt". Gabriel pushed Dean's shirt up, and positioned his blade below his bellybutton. "Shield your eyes".
"Do it," he groaned, his eyes still closed. Tears were leaking from the sides. Sam grabbed Dean's hand, and held a hand over his own.
"You got this," Sam said, and Castiel held Dean's free hand, and put his hand over Dean's eyes.
"Be calm, beloved".

Gabriel pressed the blade into his skin, firmly. Blood leaked from the incision, as did a bright blue light, and he lead the sword downwards. He stopped at the top of his, now blood soaked, jeans. Dean screamed. The light had filled the room, but only the angels were permitted to see it. Every instinct Castiel had was commanding him to destroy whatever was making Dean hurt, but he knew he couldn't. "Sam, help me," he said, and the younger Winchester swallowed his nerves. He knelt beside Gabriel, eyes still closed, and held Dean's stomach open so that Gabriel could reach his hands in. He cut another incision into his uterus, and pulled one of the babies out, cutting the cord as he went. He burst the amniotic sac, and pulled the fluid from the child's lungs.

He handed the, now screaming, child to Castiel - and reached into Dean again. He was still screaming. He pulled the second child out, healed the uterus immediately, and cut the baby's umbilical cord. He destroyed the amniotic sac, and once again removed the fluid from the newborn's lungs. It didn't cry. He healed Dean's abdomen.

"Why can't I hear them?" Dean said, panting. Cas' hand was wet with his tears.
"Gabriel?" he prompted him. The archangel didn't answer.
"Come on," he muttered, under his breath. Sam looked at the child. The skin was purple. "Come on," he said again. Nothing. He listened for a heartbeat. He could hear it, just barely. He looked at Castiel, and then at his own hand. He looked down at the baby, and his hand lit up. 
"Gabriel?" Cas' eyes widened. 
"Sorry, bro," he said, and placed his hand on the child's torso. The baby's skin went a bright red, and it cried. "Your kid's gonna have a bit of trickster tendency". 

He handed the second baby to Sam. There was still blood everywhere. Gabriel waved his hand, and the blood vanished from Dean's body, and their hands. 

Sam stared down at the baby, shocked into silence. Meanwhile, Cas was holding onto their son tightly. Dean looked at him weakly. His son. Dean had a bulging scar on his stomach, and wondered briefly if it would be permanent. He decided he didn't care. "Cas," he rasped, tears still leaking from him. "Let me see him," he begged, and Cas looked at him. He gently handed the baby to him, and Dean smiled. "He's so beautiful". 

Dean tore his eyes away from him, and looked at Sam. "Sammy?" his voice hurt. "You gonna let me see my kid?" he gave him a smile. Sam looked up at him, still shocked.
"It's a girl," he said, and Dean grinned. Cas held out his arms, and Sam gave him his daughter. Gabriel smiled and both of the children were suddenly clean, dry and clothed.
"She's healthy?" Castiel asked Gabriel, who nodded. Dean looked at Castiel.
"I love you," he said, and Cas smiled. He brushed his matted hair away from his forehead. 

Sam looked at Gabriel, his face still slack. "Thank you," he said, and the archangel shrugged it off. 

"Guess you're a dad again, huh, Dean?" Sam said, laughing. Dean didn't answer. "Dean?" He looked at him. He was still laying on the, now tarnished, lounge. "Dean!" 

He was unconscious, his son laying on his torso. 

A/N: kiddies are here