Gravity-Defying House (chapter 3/6)
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Title: Gravity-Defying House (Chapter 3/6)
Rating: I don't know... teen?
Pairing/characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Bobby, Gabriel, a surprise character, an OC that I absolutely needed for plot and, you know, a baby. Mentions of Balthazar, Joshua, Jimmy and others.
Spoilers: Blanket for all aired eps.
Warnings/Kinks (aren't they the same?): MPREG!, established relationship, Gabriel is back from the dead, awesome!Sam, there WILL be some early stages of labour, but then it fades-to-black, mentions of sexual situations, there's some gender-bending at first, schmoop (no, really), angst (no, really), crack/humour, the baby isn't welcomed at first and notions of ending the pregnancy are entertained. ANGELS ARE DICKS! Like, really. Even Cas is going to be a complete SOB at first. Happy ending.
A/N: Author notes and list of people to blame are on the first post. This chapter was beta-ed by greenelysium.
Summary: Sam always expected to have this talk with his brother and not about his brother.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
They decided to stay at Bobby's for the time being. Seeing as Dean can't exactly go hunting, but insists on driving Sam to every hunt, Sam is only taking on hunts around the area.
Gabriel pops up every once in a while, bringing all sort of baby furniture, clothes and toys with him. But, yeah, no matter how much he tries and how much he'll bribe the baby with chocolate in the future, the role of World's Greatest Uncle is Sam's by default, thank you very much.
Sam sort of expected the pregnancy hormones to turn Dean into a babbling mess, crying at least once every hour, and had fantasized about using that for future blackmail purposes. Instead, the hormones just gave Dean an even shorter fuse. In place of crying, Dean will yell at everything, kick things or, and this is the worst bit, close into himself and not talk to anyone for days.
Of course, Cas isn't helping. Don't get him wrong, he's being helpful, doing whatever he can to ensure that Dean is fine and hovering around him like Dean's about to turn into dust if he so much as stubs a toe (Dean had to reassure him that he could climb up the stairs without being carried), but he looks as happy with it as he had looked when he gave up his search for God.
Sam decided to call it quits on the whole angels-are-dicks-and-Cas-takes-the-prize thing a couple of days ago, just before Thanksgiving. He'd just climbed up the stairs from the basement (well, it's not like he can argue against Dean taking the guestroom and him the panic room this time, is it?) to get a glass of water, and he almost jumped out of his skin at seeing Cas sitting on the couch in the dark. When he asked him why he wasn't in Dean's room, Cas simply reminded him that angels don't sleep. Sam was so furious, he didn't even point out that that had never stopped Cas from spending the night with Dean before.
Since Dean can no longer fit into anyone's pants and has no way to leave the house because of it, Sam says he has a simple salt-and-burn in a nearby city and asks Cas to come with him instead. You know, for company, to have someone to talk to on the way.
Right. Sam's a guy with a mission.
They first stop at a maternity store.
"The hunt was just an excuse to come here," Sam tells Cas, when they walk inside. "Okay, I do all the talking." he says, as the owner of the shop comes to greet them. He grins. Oh, this is going to be fun. "Hi! My sister is going to have a baby and she's feeling too fat and ugly to leave the house, so I thought it would be nice to buy her some nice things." This is too good. Sam's going to buy himself a diary and write down this day. And he can totally buy a diary and still feel very manly about it, because he gets to have an excuse to call Dean his sister.
"How wonderful!" The lady exclaims, too cheery for someone who learns about pregnancies every single day. "And aren't you an amazing brother?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am." He is.
"And do you have anything in mind for your sister?"
"Pants, probably. She's a very practical gal." Back to the diary. And he probably needs a girlfriend, too, or at least a life, if he's getting this excited about this.
The lady takes them to the pants aisle and Sam's eyes are drawn to a pair of horrors in a pink zebra-print, with a huge old-school tattoo design on the side. He grins, it's too good.
"Well, aren't these perfect?"
"I don't think your brother would appreciate those, Sam." Cas points out.
Sam elbows him in the ribs (and has to keep himself from swearing in front of the nice lady, when the sharp pain coils around his arm).
"My sister! I'm sorry, you have to forgive my brother-in-law. He's not from around here."
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Back in the car Sam braces himself for one of the weirdest talks in his life. It's not that he never expected to have this particular conversation. He did. Even rehearsed it in his head a couple of times growing up. It's that he always expected to have it with his brother and not about his brother.
"So, Cas, when are you going to man-up?"
"Excuse me?"
Sam sighs.
"Dean didn't make the baby alone. When are you going to start acting like a father-to-be instead of a dick?"
"I believe I'm being very helpful," Cas says, his voice showing a hint of weariness.
"Yeah, like a nurse or somethin'. I mean being at least a little happy about it."
Cas takes a few moments to reply.
"Angels aren't meant to procreate. We don't have a biological imperative to bond with fetuses."
"Well, you… love Dean, don't you?"
"Why do you even ask?"
Sam clutches the wheel of the car, his knuckles going white.
"Because he's so damn happy, that's why. Like, happy as I've never seen him before. He wants you to be happy, too. And if you break his heart, so help me God, Cas. I'm going to get myself an angel sword and I'm going to shove it so deep down your throat, your grace will be coming outta your ass."
Cas tilts his head.
"You know it doesn't work that way."
"You know what I mean!"
They go quiet for a few miles.
"Dean is…" Cas closes his eyes before continuing. "Your brother is just so frustrating! Once again he goes and puts himself in the line of danger for someone… That's not even a person yet!" The line of Cas' jaw sets and for a moment Sam can swear the car vibrates under him. "And he probably thinks that if something happens to him in the process, no one will miss him. No matter what Bobby might have told him."
Sam nods, if a little surprised with Cas opening up this much.
"You already knew self-sacrifice came with the territory. Don't know why you're so surprised, really." He pauses. "But you're… You're going to help out, aren't you? Use your mojo to prevent anything going wrong, right?"
"Of course I am."
"Then what's the big deal?"
Cas tilts his head to the side, as if considering the answer to that question.
"I just have… this feeling."
Sam shakes his head, laughing humorlessly.
"You know what? Gabriel is right. You do use that word too much."
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Later that evening, they're having dinner in Bobby's kitchen, and Dean is wearing his new jeans (no pink stripped monstrosities, unfortunately). Gabriel popped in for desert and Cas is just hovering around, like he usually does.
And then he's staring at Dean, head tilted to the side, before touching his forehead with two fingers.
Dean swallows the piece of pie in his mouth.
"What was that for?"
"Your blood pressure and sugar levels were too high."
"And what? You fixed me?"
Cas nods.
"Cool."
"Wait," Sam says. "If you can, uh, see? Know? Know how Dean's health is, then you can do the same with the baby, right?"
Gabriel nods, taking a piece of his pie, which for some reason is not blueberry like theirs, but chocolate and covered with the thickest whipped cream Sam has ever seen.
"Ten fingers and ten toes," he says.
"And forty-six chromosomes," Cas adds.
Dean raises an eyebrow at him.
"That's a good thing, Dean," Sam says and Bobby snorts into his own pie. Dean grins.
"And you know the gender?" He asks.
"Duh!"
Dean looks from Gabriel to Cas.
"Well?"
"It's a boy!" Gabriel exclaims, making jazz-hands and everything.
Dean is looking at Cas and he's not smiling. Dean's freaking glowing! But Cas looks as stony as ever and the smile slowly fades from his brother's face. A couple of minutes later Dean leaves the kitchen, saying he's tired and going to bed.
Bobby and Sam glare at Cas and even Gabriel stops eating. Cas doesn't seem the least bit fazed.
"Good going, little brother."
"I am doing what is required of me." Cas probably missed the sarcasm in Gabriel's voice.
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Two days later Sam is catching up on Witch lore in the living room when Dean, who's sitting on the couch watching TV, suddenly gasps.
Sam is on his feet in less than a second and running to his brother and…right into Cas' back.
"Ow."
"You all right there, Sammy?"
"I think I broke my nose." He glares at Cas, which is a hard thing to do when you have a swollen nose right in your field of vision. "Did you just fly here from the kitchen? Really? Ow, I really broke my nose."
"I apologize, but Dean seemed to be in distress," Cas says, healing Sam's nose with two fingers.
"Yeah, what happened to you?" He asks, wriggling his nose to make sure everything's in place.
"I think he kicked? Here." Dean grabs Cas' hand and places it on the side of his belly. A few moments pass by. "There! Did you feel that?"
Sam wants to complain. Wants to say he wants to feel it, too, because, hello? World's Greatest Uncle, here. But seeing the look in Cas' face going from blank to wide-eyed and amazed? Totally worth it.
Next chapter
Title: Gravity-Defying House (Chapter 3/6)
Rating: I don't know... teen?
Pairing/characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Bobby, Gabriel, a surprise character, an OC that I absolutely needed for plot and, you know, a baby. Mentions of Balthazar, Joshua, Jimmy and others.
Spoilers: Blanket for all aired eps.
Warnings/Kinks (aren't they the same?): MPREG!, established relationship, Gabriel is back from the dead, awesome!Sam, there WILL be some early stages of labour, but then it fades-to-black, mentions of sexual situations, there's some gender-bending at first, schmoop (no, really), angst (no, really), crack/humour, the baby isn't welcomed at first and notions of ending the pregnancy are entertained. ANGELS ARE DICKS! Like, really. Even Cas is going to be a complete SOB at first. Happy ending.
A/N: Author notes and list of people to blame are on the first post. This chapter was beta-ed by greenelysium.
Summary: Sam always expected to have this talk with his brother and not about his brother.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
They decided to stay at Bobby's for the time being. Seeing as Dean can't exactly go hunting, but insists on driving Sam to every hunt, Sam is only taking on hunts around the area.
Gabriel pops up every once in a while, bringing all sort of baby furniture, clothes and toys with him. But, yeah, no matter how much he tries and how much he'll bribe the baby with chocolate in the future, the role of World's Greatest Uncle is Sam's by default, thank you very much.
Sam sort of expected the pregnancy hormones to turn Dean into a babbling mess, crying at least once every hour, and had fantasized about using that for future blackmail purposes. Instead, the hormones just gave Dean an even shorter fuse. In place of crying, Dean will yell at everything, kick things or, and this is the worst bit, close into himself and not talk to anyone for days.
Of course, Cas isn't helping. Don't get him wrong, he's being helpful, doing whatever he can to ensure that Dean is fine and hovering around him like Dean's about to turn into dust if he so much as stubs a toe (Dean had to reassure him that he could climb up the stairs without being carried), but he looks as happy with it as he had looked when he gave up his search for God.
Sam decided to call it quits on the whole angels-are-dicks-and-Cas-takes-the-prize thing a couple of days ago, just before Thanksgiving. He'd just climbed up the stairs from the basement (well, it's not like he can argue against Dean taking the guestroom and him the panic room this time, is it?) to get a glass of water, and he almost jumped out of his skin at seeing Cas sitting on the couch in the dark. When he asked him why he wasn't in Dean's room, Cas simply reminded him that angels don't sleep. Sam was so furious, he didn't even point out that that had never stopped Cas from spending the night with Dean before.
Since Dean can no longer fit into anyone's pants and has no way to leave the house because of it, Sam says he has a simple salt-and-burn in a nearby city and asks Cas to come with him instead. You know, for company, to have someone to talk to on the way.
Right. Sam's a guy with a mission.
They first stop at a maternity store.
"The hunt was just an excuse to come here," Sam tells Cas, when they walk inside. "Okay, I do all the talking." he says, as the owner of the shop comes to greet them. He grins. Oh, this is going to be fun. "Hi! My sister is going to have a baby and she's feeling too fat and ugly to leave the house, so I thought it would be nice to buy her some nice things." This is too good. Sam's going to buy himself a diary and write down this day. And he can totally buy a diary and still feel very manly about it, because he gets to have an excuse to call Dean his sister.
"How wonderful!" The lady exclaims, too cheery for someone who learns about pregnancies every single day. "And aren't you an amazing brother?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am." He is.
"And do you have anything in mind for your sister?"
"Pants, probably. She's a very practical gal." Back to the diary. And he probably needs a girlfriend, too, or at least a life, if he's getting this excited about this.
The lady takes them to the pants aisle and Sam's eyes are drawn to a pair of horrors in a pink zebra-print, with a huge old-school tattoo design on the side. He grins, it's too good.
"Well, aren't these perfect?"
"I don't think your brother would appreciate those, Sam." Cas points out.
Sam elbows him in the ribs (and has to keep himself from swearing in front of the nice lady, when the sharp pain coils around his arm).
"My sister! I'm sorry, you have to forgive my brother-in-law. He's not from around here."
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Back in the car Sam braces himself for one of the weirdest talks in his life. It's not that he never expected to have this particular conversation. He did. Even rehearsed it in his head a couple of times growing up. It's that he always expected to have it with his brother and not about his brother.
"So, Cas, when are you going to man-up?"
"Excuse me?"
Sam sighs.
"Dean didn't make the baby alone. When are you going to start acting like a father-to-be instead of a dick?"
"I believe I'm being very helpful," Cas says, his voice showing a hint of weariness.
"Yeah, like a nurse or somethin'. I mean being at least a little happy about it."
Cas takes a few moments to reply.
"Angels aren't meant to procreate. We don't have a biological imperative to bond with fetuses."
"Well, you… love Dean, don't you?"
"Why do you even ask?"
Sam clutches the wheel of the car, his knuckles going white.
"Because he's so damn happy, that's why. Like, happy as I've never seen him before. He wants you to be happy, too. And if you break his heart, so help me God, Cas. I'm going to get myself an angel sword and I'm going to shove it so deep down your throat, your grace will be coming outta your ass."
Cas tilts his head.
"You know it doesn't work that way."
"You know what I mean!"
They go quiet for a few miles.
"Dean is…" Cas closes his eyes before continuing. "Your brother is just so frustrating! Once again he goes and puts himself in the line of danger for someone… That's not even a person yet!" The line of Cas' jaw sets and for a moment Sam can swear the car vibrates under him. "And he probably thinks that if something happens to him in the process, no one will miss him. No matter what Bobby might have told him."
Sam nods, if a little surprised with Cas opening up this much.
"You already knew self-sacrifice came with the territory. Don't know why you're so surprised, really." He pauses. "But you're… You're going to help out, aren't you? Use your mojo to prevent anything going wrong, right?"
"Of course I am."
"Then what's the big deal?"
Cas tilts his head to the side, as if considering the answer to that question.
"I just have… this feeling."
Sam shakes his head, laughing humorlessly.
"You know what? Gabriel is right. You do use that word too much."
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Later that evening, they're having dinner in Bobby's kitchen, and Dean is wearing his new jeans (no pink stripped monstrosities, unfortunately). Gabriel popped in for desert and Cas is just hovering around, like he usually does.
And then he's staring at Dean, head tilted to the side, before touching his forehead with two fingers.
Dean swallows the piece of pie in his mouth.
"What was that for?"
"Your blood pressure and sugar levels were too high."
"And what? You fixed me?"
Cas nods.
"Cool."
"Wait," Sam says. "If you can, uh, see? Know? Know how Dean's health is, then you can do the same with the baby, right?"
Gabriel nods, taking a piece of his pie, which for some reason is not blueberry like theirs, but chocolate and covered with the thickest whipped cream Sam has ever seen.
"Ten fingers and ten toes," he says.
"And forty-six chromosomes," Cas adds.
Dean raises an eyebrow at him.
"That's a good thing, Dean," Sam says and Bobby snorts into his own pie. Dean grins.
"And you know the gender?" He asks.
"Duh!"
Dean looks from Gabriel to Cas.
"Well?"
"It's a boy!" Gabriel exclaims, making jazz-hands and everything.
Dean is looking at Cas and he's not smiling. Dean's freaking glowing! But Cas looks as stony as ever and the smile slowly fades from his brother's face. A couple of minutes later Dean leaves the kitchen, saying he's tired and going to bed.
Bobby and Sam glare at Cas and even Gabriel stops eating. Cas doesn't seem the least bit fazed.
"Good going, little brother."
"I am doing what is required of me." Cas probably missed the sarcasm in Gabriel's voice.
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Two days later Sam is catching up on Witch lore in the living room when Dean, who's sitting on the couch watching TV, suddenly gasps.
Sam is on his feet in less than a second and running to his brother and…right into Cas' back.
"Ow."
"You all right there, Sammy?"
"I think I broke my nose." He glares at Cas, which is a hard thing to do when you have a swollen nose right in your field of vision. "Did you just fly here from the kitchen? Really? Ow, I really broke my nose."
"I apologize, but Dean seemed to be in distress," Cas says, healing Sam's nose with two fingers.
"Yeah, what happened to you?" He asks, wriggling his nose to make sure everything's in place.
"I think he kicked? Here." Dean grabs Cas' hand and places it on the side of his belly. A few moments pass by. "There! Did you feel that?"
Sam wants to complain. Wants to say he wants to feel it, too, because, hello? World's Greatest Uncle, here. But seeing the look in Cas' face going from blank to wide-eyed and amazed? Totally worth it.
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