Birthday Surprise
Title: Birthday Surprise
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Prompt: Dean trying to convince himself to finally tell Cas about him being pregnancy. Finally deciding to do it on Cas’ b-day. Can be A/B/O.
Notes: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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Dean was screwed. Completely and utterly fucked, and not even in the good way.
Was he so fertile that even on 3 forms of birth control he could get pregnant? According to the small pink plus sign, yes, yes he was.
It wasn’t so much that he was pregnant that had him freaking out - he was an omega after all - but the fact that both he and Cas had decided to wait until they graduated before they tried for kids. How the hell was he going to tell Cas that he may have to put off graduating in favor of raising their child. Yeah, he snorted, that would go over really well.
What the fuck was wrong with him? the first time in his life something goes good - he’s got an amazing mate, a stable house, and is graduating this year - he had to fuck it up with something related to his biology. It was bad enough that he had to miss classes for heats. God, he hated being on omega.
Either way, he had to tell Cas. He world notice the change in his scent soon, and of course who could forget the pregnant belly?
He couldn’t tell him tonight, he definitely wasn’t ready for that…hell, he didn’t think he would ever be ready.
Well, he could…he could tell Cas next week, on his birthday. Maybe stick the pregnancy test and a onsie in a box? Couldn’t get more obvious than that.
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Dean was scared, he wasn’t afraid to admit that. What if Cas didn’t want him as a mate anymore? What if he just left Dean to take care of the kid on his own
'Man the fuck up, Winchester.' He scolded himself.
Cas was sitting at their dinner table reading when he walked in, already dressed in his suit for his birthday dinner.
"Cas." His voice was surprisingly steady for his inner turmoil. "Can you open your present early?"
Castiel raised an eyebrow at him. They typically waited until after dinner to open their birthday presents because they were more often than not related to sex somehow, and they didn’t want to miss their reservations after all.
Handing the wrapped box to him, Dean moved to stand behind him. He refused to look him in the face as he opened it. He already knew disappointment would be written across those features.
Cas ripped off the paper gingerly, glancing back at Dean when all he saw was a plain box.
"Open it." Dean gestured towards the tape at the top of the box, holding the flaps together.
Castiel ripped open the box with less care than before and stilled.
Dean gulped. ‘Here it goes.’
"Dean, are you…are you sure?" Castiel had taken both the onsie and pregnancy test in his hands staring at him intensely. Dean nodded curtly.
"Dean." Castiel’s face broke into the widest grin Dean had ever seen. "Dean, we’re going to be parents." He said with awe and wonder painted into each syllable.
He dropped both the onsie and the test onto the table and squeezed Dean in a tight hug as he smashed their lips together. He was careful not to let their stomachs touch.
He dropped to his knees, face level with Dean’s stomach. “Hey, little one.”
Dean was still in shock from Castiel’s reaction but hearing Cas speak with such reverence to their unborn child made him snap out of it. “You’re not mad?” Dean worried his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Castiel looked up at him with confusion. “Why would I be mad? Your carrying my child.” He smiled softly, leveling his gaze back to Dean’s womb. “I don’t care if it was planned or not, you still carrying our offspring.”
Dean was pulling him up to kiss him before he even finished speaking. “I love you so much.”
"I love you, too."
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Prompt: Dean trying to convince himself to finally tell Cas about him being pregnancy. Finally deciding to do it on Cas’ b-day. Can be A/B/O.
Notes: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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Dean was screwed. Completely and utterly fucked, and not even in the good way.
Was he so fertile that even on 3 forms of birth control he could get pregnant? According to the small pink plus sign, yes, yes he was.
It wasn’t so much that he was pregnant that had him freaking out - he was an omega after all - but the fact that both he and Cas had decided to wait until they graduated before they tried for kids. How the hell was he going to tell Cas that he may have to put off graduating in favor of raising their child. Yeah, he snorted, that would go over really well.
What the fuck was wrong with him? the first time in his life something goes good - he’s got an amazing mate, a stable house, and is graduating this year - he had to fuck it up with something related to his biology. It was bad enough that he had to miss classes for heats. God, he hated being on omega.
Either way, he had to tell Cas. He world notice the change in his scent soon, and of course who could forget the pregnant belly?
He couldn’t tell him tonight, he definitely wasn’t ready for that…hell, he didn’t think he would ever be ready.
Well, he could…he could tell Cas next week, on his birthday. Maybe stick the pregnancy test and a onsie in a box? Couldn’t get more obvious than that.
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Dean was scared, he wasn’t afraid to admit that. What if Cas didn’t want him as a mate anymore? What if he just left Dean to take care of the kid on his own
'Man the fuck up, Winchester.' He scolded himself.
Cas was sitting at their dinner table reading when he walked in, already dressed in his suit for his birthday dinner.
"Cas." His voice was surprisingly steady for his inner turmoil. "Can you open your present early?"
Castiel raised an eyebrow at him. They typically waited until after dinner to open their birthday presents because they were more often than not related to sex somehow, and they didn’t want to miss their reservations after all.
Handing the wrapped box to him, Dean moved to stand behind him. He refused to look him in the face as he opened it. He already knew disappointment would be written across those features.
Cas ripped off the paper gingerly, glancing back at Dean when all he saw was a plain box.
"Open it." Dean gestured towards the tape at the top of the box, holding the flaps together.
Castiel ripped open the box with less care than before and stilled.
Dean gulped. ‘Here it goes.’
"Dean, are you…are you sure?" Castiel had taken both the onsie and pregnancy test in his hands staring at him intensely. Dean nodded curtly.
"Dean." Castiel’s face broke into the widest grin Dean had ever seen. "Dean, we’re going to be parents." He said with awe and wonder painted into each syllable.
He dropped both the onsie and the test onto the table and squeezed Dean in a tight hug as he smashed their lips together. He was careful not to let their stomachs touch.
He dropped to his knees, face level with Dean’s stomach. “Hey, little one.”
Dean was still in shock from Castiel’s reaction but hearing Cas speak with such reverence to their unborn child made him snap out of it. “You’re not mad?” Dean worried his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Castiel looked up at him with confusion. “Why would I be mad? Your carrying my child.” He smiled softly, leveling his gaze back to Dean’s womb. “I don’t care if it was planned or not, you still carrying our offspring.”
Dean was pulling him up to kiss him before he even finished speaking. “I love you so much.”
"I love you, too."