Castiel and Dean sitting in a tree
Castiel and Dean sitting in a Tree
Fandom - Supernatural
Warnings - none
Rating - PG
Pairing - Dean/Cas (depending on what level your set of slash-goggles are set) but its technically Gen!
Disclaimer - I disavow ownership of these characters
A/N - I was going through my flist and there was a post about a fic that has Castiel laying an egg as a way of performing mpreg. I really am not into those fics. I just want ya’ll to know that this is just a tongue in cheek sort of thing. The idea flitted through my head and I just had to write it. I am sure that I am not the only one who cannot read mpreg, and trust me, I have tried. Enjoy!
Summary - Dean and Cas talk about various ways Angels - apparently - can not get pregnant by.
“Angels cannot get Pregnant,” Castiel deadpanned.
Dean was smirking as he lay against the headboard of the motel bed; Sam’s laptop was open and whirring in front of him. He shook his head and actually laughed at Castiel who looked ready to smite someone for such audacity.
“It’s called fan fiction, Cas, they know you can’t,” Dean tried to reassure the Angel. Castiel strode forward and lay on the bed beside Dean so that he could get a better look at the computer screen.
“Then why do they insist on writing….this?” Castiel asked curiously.
“Because they have big imaginations,” Dean muttered. He drove the mouse across the screen to click on the down button. The screen scrolled slowly till he found a summary he liked; “Check this one out,” he snorted, “It was supposed to be a one night stand, but Castiel gets pregnant and guess who the father is?”
Castiel pointed at the screen; “what is….Dean slash Cas?” he asked.
“That means we are in a homoerotic relationship,” Dean deadpanned.
Castiel flailed in panic and fell off the bed. He thumped hard on the floor.
Dean tired not to laugh, but it was just so hard when Castiel was making it so humorous.
“Cas,” Dean put the computer to the side and turned so that he can poke his head over the side of the bed. Castiel was still upon the floor, he was breathing rather hard and Dean couldn’t help but smile.
“Why?” and if Cas whined, well, Dean could forgive him.
“I don’t know, I mean, it’s not like Chuck interjected a load of hot chicks in his books. I mean, if you were a chick, then it’d be understandable,” Dean shrugged.
“I am not a Female,” Cas sighed and sat up.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean that we cant get closer,” Dean winked.
“Dean!”
“I’m just teasing,” Dean held out a hand to help Cas up and back on the bed, “We’re just friends anyway,”
“Yeah….” Cas shuddered, “Angels can’t even interlock!”
“Errr….okay….” Dean blinked, “What?”
“Never mind,” Cas stood and popped away.
Dean chuckled and pulled the computer back to him; “It’s always so easy to freak you out Cas,”