Destiel One Shots (with a bit of Sabriel)

Jack (Mpreg)

Dean had flirted for weeks, up until the next party. Castiel had grown feelings for him, seeing as Dean was the first person to show interest in him. Dean was known as 'the player' but nobody had ever heard of Dean chasing after someone relentlessly. Plus, Dean had never went after a guy before. Maybe that's what was so appealing about Castiel: he was something new to him, and he didn't give in. But, the night of the party, he did. Dean is in his senior year of college, along with Gabriel. Sam, Dean's brother, is in freshman year with Castiel. Sam and Castiel are roommates. What happens when Castiel becomes pregnant? Not to mention, he's an Angel in hiding.

*A/N: In this universe, after a Nephilim is born, the parent still lives. Then again, Kelly was human. Who's to say that Angels can't still live after having them?*

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*Castiel's POV*

The past couple weeks, I've avoided Sam. Dean had just taken my virginity and left. Sure enough, Dean was drunk when it happened. I couldn't hold myself back when he randomly led me to a bedroom and started making out with me.

~ Flashback ~

"Dean, where are we going?" I ask.

He leads me into a bedroom on the opposite side of the house. Dean shuts the door and locks it. I tilt my head in confusion. He turns around and chuckles.

"You're so god damn cute when you do that," he tells me.

I look to the ground, flushing and biting my lip. Suddenly, Dean is in front of me. I didn't realize he was walking closer. And then his lips are on mine.

I squeal, pushing him away a bit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you. What does it look like?" He asks sarcastically. He presses his lips onto mine as he pulls our bodies flush together.

All logic and reason went out the window at that moment.

~ Present ~

The morning after, I woke up alone. There was a note next to the bed. It read: 'Thanks for the fuck. Don't talk to me again.'

That note had shattered me. The past couple weeks I've been depressed. Sam, my roommate – along with my brothers and sisters – have all been worried about me.

I stopped eating. I never needed to, I just did it to seem normal. They don't know that, though.

Then, this morning, I woke up to a new feeling. Somehow, my body knew what to do before my mind. I had gone to the toilet before bending down and dry heaving. I'm pretty sure if I had food in my stomach, that would've came up.

I've been seated next to the toilet for the past hour. I hated how the waves of nausea would come every so often. During the times I wasn't dry heaving, I had begun to start thinking.

I've never been sick in my entire life. Yet it's happening now? I find myself standing up and walking to my bed where my trench coat lies. I fish out my phone before exiting the dorm building.

I press on Gabriel's contact and my phone starts ringing. I put the phone up to my ear as I walk behind the building, then sit down.

"Hello?" Gabriel asks.

"I need your help," I tell him. "Meet me behind my dorm building. Now." And then I hang up.

Gabriel is the only person I trust with this. He's just like me. Oddly enough, it's just us. We met in foster care when my original parents had adopted him. They had brought me along to make sure I liked him. From then on, we were brothers.