the Coat Chapter 3
The Coat
Characters: Dean W., Sam W. Bobby Singer, Castiel, Gabriel, OC’s
Warnings: mentions of Character death, Angst, grieving, Mpreg
Chapter 3: Castiel’s return
AN: a bit of a flashback and a different place in this chapter. Yay Cas is back!
“What!” Dean screeched at the top of his lungs. A look of disbelief and the beginnings of joy began to spread across his face, as his brother and Bobby stared back.
“Cas has been in the hospital there since he was found on the lake,” Sam said as his brother leaped off the bed and began franticly packing his clothes into his worn-out duffle bag. “Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean looked back at his brother as if the younger brother had gone insane. “What am I doing?” Dean said incredulously. Sam nodded. “I am going to see him. Come on, Sam, get packed! Cas won’t have much longer until the baby is born.” Sam looked back at his brother completely dumbfounded.
“Dean, you didn’t hear me,” Sam said slowly as he stopped his brother’s frantic packing. Dean looked up at his brother, fury burning in his eyes. “Cas is in Chicago, Illinois. Dean, that is over two states away.”
“Yeah, so let’s get moving,” Dean said as he snatched back his bag. Sam stared back at his brother in shock and disbelief.
“Dean, even with you driving at top speed, we won’t be able to get there for several days. And if Castiel is as far along as you say he is, we don’t have that kind of time to waste,” Sam reasoned with his brother. Dean screamed out and threw his bag across the room in frustration and anger.
“Then what am I supposed to do, Sam?!” Dean shouted. “I need to get to him. Cas told me he was pretty close to five months, when he told me he was pregnant. Sammy, the baby could be on its way right now. I can’t leave Cas to go through that alone.” Sam nodded. That he understood at least. Dean wanted to be there for Castiel as he gave birth. The two brothers were so caught up in calming each other down, that they forgot about Gabriel.
“Hello,” Gabriel said, as he snapped a candy bar into existence, “Archangel here. I can get you, Sammy, Bobby, the Car, and your clothes to the hospital with just a snap of my fingers.” Gabriel smiled and got ready to snap his fingers. Dean and Sam both put up their hands.
“No way!” they both shouted.
“I didn’t like it when Cas did that, what makes you think I want you to?” Dean said.
“I agree,” Sam said and then smiled, “no Angel Air. But we could…” Sam didn’t finish his train of thought.
“No way, Sam,” Dean said, “I don’t do planes.” Gabriel huffed in frustration. Bobby growled and smacked Dean upside his head.
“Idjit, it’s either one or the other,” Bobby said, “and if you want to see that angel before he gives birth to your baby, I suggest you pick one.” Dean glared at the older hunter before finally snapping at him.
“Fine,” Dean said with his teeth clenched shut. “We’ll fly out. And not on Angel Air,” he said, when he saw Gabe bring his fingers up to snap them.
Gabriel shrugged and snapped another candy bar up. “Fine by me,” he said as he took a bite of the bar and pointed it toward Dean. “You might want to take a sedative before you board though; it will help you relax.” Dean nodded, and began packing again. Sam went to the table and opened his laptop; looking up the flight that would get them there the fastest. Gabriel smiled at this and vanished out of existence and into the Chicago hospital that held his baby brother so that he could see him first.
A half hour earlier: Chicago Community General Hospital, ICU, Maternity ward, room 77.
A nurse walks into room 77 and sighs deeply. This was such a sad case to begin with, but she took it because no one else would. The man was found on the Lake by a fisherman, who also hauled him aboard and brought him in. he had facial lacerations and internal bleeding, and when the doctors gave him an ultrasound to assess the damage he gave them one hell of a surprise: he was not technically a ‘he’ but they called him a he any way, and not only that he was five months pregnant with twins.
Barbra considered herself a good nurse to the pregnant hermaphrodite. She cleaned him every day, made sure his babies were in good health, and gave him plenty of fluids every day. Barb sighed again as she forced a smile onto her face that the Jon Doe would never see.
“Hello, Jon,” she said cheerily as she checked his vitals and adjusted his meds. “The Winsters are coming to see you today to see your babies. You’re getting one last ultrasound before they schedule a delivery date for them.” Barb had to swallow down her anger at the thought that the babies were being adopted and taken from him without his say-so. But he was a Jon Doe and since there was no record that matched his description, they had assumed that there was no known father to the baby and began the procedures to remove his parental rights and remove the unborn babies from his custody. It made her blood boil to think that they were never going to allow him to see his children if he ever woke up after the papers were signed today.
Barb looked around the room, stepped out for a second to check to see if anyone was watching her, and seeing no one she went to his side and sat down in the chair next to his. She had done this several times since she learned of what the doctors and child service were planning on doing to him and his babies. She took his hand in hers and began to rub his knuckles with her fingers in a comforting gesture. She continued to rub his knuckles as she listened to his even breathing. Not more than an hour before she found that he was fighting the respirator, a sign that he was waking up. But while this was a sign of hope it also brought fear. After hearing that the Jon Doe was trying to wake up, the doctors and the child services moved up the meeting to remove his parental rights. Barbra thought it was despicable what they were doing, but what she was doing seemed to help.
He was still and quiet; the only sound he made was the sound of his breathing. Barbra squeezed his hand lightly hoping that he would do the same. After a moment he squeezed her hand slowly and his eyes began to twitch. Barb stood up without letting his hand go.
“Come on, Jon,” Barb pleaded with the comatose man, “wake up. You have to wake up, or they’ll take your babies from you. I know you don’t want to lose your babies, but you have to wake up.” No response. Barb gets discouraged for a second before she has an idea. “Come on, if you wake up you’ll be able to see the babies daddy.” That did it. The Jon Doe began twitching and moaned. Barb pressed the alert button and waited. He began thrashing and tossing his head from side to side. The doctors came rushing in to see what was wrong and tried to shove Barbra to the side. Barb just shoved back when she saw that they were going to sedate him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she said. The doctor gave her a fierce glare, but was silenced when a hand reached out from the bed and grabbed his arm. Barb looked down and found aqua blue eyes of incredible intensity looking up at her.
“Dean Winchester,” he said softly. Barb leaned down as the doctors stood back with shock on their faces.
“What?” she asked. “What is your name?”
“Castiel,” he answered. Castiel looked down at his abdomen and brought a tender hand to caress it. A tear ran down his face as the babies moved within him.
“Castiel, can you tell us where the father is?” one of the doctors asked. His name was Joshua Michaels; one of the younger doctors with ideals that the older ones had given up after the bureaucracy had killed their hope and faith. Castiel looked up at him with his intense gaze, and Joshua squirmed under it.
“Winchester,” he said finally. “His name is Dean Winchester. Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard, Sioux Falls, South Dakotas.” And with that his head fell back onto his bed and his gaze softened. “Ask for Winchester.”
Joshua pried his arm from Castiel’s fingers, and reached for a national phone book. After a second of squirming under Castiel’s gaze Joshua found the number and dialed it. After several rings and no answer, Joshua hangs up and dials again. No answer. He dials again, and still nothing. Joshua tries three more times before finally someone answers.
“Hello,” a young man answers with a voice that sounds like he has been crying.
“Yes, I am looking for Winchester,” Joshua says, “are you he?”
“Yes, this is Sam Winchester,” the man answers. Joshua puts his hand over the speaker and turns to Castiel, who is bright-eyed. “Who is this?”
“Do you know a Sam Winchester?” Joshua asks Castiel, and the pregnant man nods smiling. “This is Joshua Michaels from Chicago Community General Hospital.”
“Chicago Community General Hospital?” the man sounds confused.
“Yes, I believe you have a brother named Dean?”
“Uh-huh,” he says.
“Well I have someone here that claims to know him,” Joshua said as he looks back to Castiel, “you see he just woke up from being in a coma since they found him in the lake four months ago. Do you happen to know a man bay the name Castiel?” whatever Joshua was expecting from the man what he got was not it.
“WHAT!” the young man shouted so loud Joshua had to pull the phone away from his ear.
“I take it you were unaware that he is alive and well,” Joshua said, and all he got was a half-hearted and very high pitched “nu uh” from the young man. “I thought not. Well in any case I suggest that you advise your brother to come here if he wants to see Castiel and witness him giving birth.” Joshua can practically hear the smile spreading over the man’s face and the nod as well. The boy must have shaggy hair if I can hear it. Joshua thought. “I hope to see you and meet you all very soon, good-bye,” he said and hung up the phone. Barbra was smiling from ear to ear. She looked back to Castiel who had a very content almost smile.
“Well now,” Barbra said catching Castiel’s gaze, “how’s about you get your first look at your babies, hmm?” Castiel’s eyes widened.
“Babies?” he breathed, Barbra nodded. A look of understanding came over her face.
“You didn’t know,” Castiel shook his head, and Barbra smiled brightly. “Well then, Congratulations, you’re having fraternal twins.” Castiel made a squeaking noise at the back of his throat, before clearing his throat and looking down at his engorged belly. Then just as suddenly a look of absolute love melted over his hardened features, and he gently wrapped his arms around the top and bottom of his belly; all the while tears slowly ran down his face. Slowly Castiel’s face and gaze turned heavenward. The tears ran silently down the sides of his face as his eyes seemed to piece the ceiling and into the very Heavens themselves. Castiel opened his mouth and what came out of it the doctors and nurse in attendance out only describe as the most beautiful sound in all of existence. Castiel’s voice rang throughout the room down the hall and reverberated throughout the whole hospital. Joshua knew Latin and what he could translate sounded like the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s Messiah except it sounded like nothing he had ever heard before in his life. After a minute Joshua and all the doctors realized that Castiel was singing praises to God, and not only that, it also sounded like there were thousands of voices singing back with him.
“A~lle~Lu~jah,
Gloria in excelsis
Laudate Dominum omnipotentem creator.
Pater meus et Rex meus.
Creator et unus Deus meus.
Lauda et canent
Deus enim supra coelos rediit.
confitemini
adorem eum
Magnum enim est
Laus Deo
Qui eruit nos de inferno Creator noster
Qui mortuus est pro bled Laudate Pueri
Laudate Dominum qui nos amat
ut mortuus et vivit.
In praesentia autem Sing
Gloria in excelsis Deo
laudate caeli quoniam in choros
In saecula saeculorum.
Amen”
When Castiel was finished he was staring at some of the most unreligious doctors, which turned believer in after hearing his voice and the voices with him. Joshua could not believe his ears and had to sit down after hearing Castiel’s voice.
“Barbra, would you get him ready for that ultrasound?” he said, and when there was no movement, he looked up. “Barbra!” Barbra looked up and he saw the tears streaming down his face. She quickly regained composure and pulled Castiel’s blanket down below his convex belly. Another nurse quickly came in with the sonogram machine. Barbra shooed her out and proceeded to remove the gown that was around Castiel’s belly. Within moments the familiar thrumming of two rapidly beating hearts could be heard. Castiel started crying when he saw the small human shapes still curled within his womb.
“My sons,” he whispered. Castiel closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his babies’ hearts beating.
“Castiel,” Barbra said. Castiel opened his eyes and looked to where the nurse was pointing. “Do you see that?” Castiel nodded. “Your babies are beginning to drop.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you could have your babies very soon; today or maybe tomorrow, but very soon,” she said. Castiel nodded and smiled.
“Could I stand up now?” Castiel asked. Barbra smiled as she whipped off his belly and helped him sit up in bed. Once Castiel got used to sitting up again, Barbra helped him stand on his feet. Castiel wobbled on his feet before getting his balance and placing his hands on his very large belly. Castiel chuckled as he felt the babies shift their weight down into his pelvis.
“Are you doing alright?” Barbra asked. “No uncomfortable pressure?” Castiel shook his head.
Meanwhile: 45 minute later and at 36,000 feet above the earth
Dean Winchester does not do planes! They’re loud, too fast, too high up, and above all he is not in control, but for a chance to see Castiel in less than 2 hours he will deal with the discomfort. He was very lucky that they got Gabriel to take the Car to the airport in Chicago and meet them there. Dean was even happier when the Archangel footed the bill and got them in first class; making it easier for Dean to relax, but not completely. Dean was still bouncing his foot up and down, and humming Metallica.
“Dean, would you relax. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Sam said as he glanced over at his bother. Dean still wouldn’t stop, and a Stewardess saw him.
“Is there something wrong, sirs?” she asked.
“No.” “Yes.” Dean and Sam said at the same time, and the stewardess raised her eyebrows. Sam and Dean glared at each other. “Dean has a bit of a problem with flying,” Sam said. Dean snorted.
“I don’t have any problem with it, it’s just I think that if man was meant to fly we would have grown wings,” Dean grumbled to himself, and the stewardess glanced over at him and smiled.
“I know what you mean. My brother has the same problem with flying so I just give him a mild sedative to calm him down,” she answered. Sam gave her a pleading look and glanced back at Dean. She nodded and gave Dean a glass of water and a sedative. Dean glares at her but takes it anyway.
Within moments Dean is snoring away, and Sam was grinning.
Later in the Hospital
Castiel looked over at the door and found Gabriel standing there staring at the swell of his abdomen. Castiel smiled as he sat down and rested a hand on his belly.
“Wow, Cassie,” Gabriel said with a cocky grin, “you got big.” Castiel snickered before schooling his features and glaring at his big brother.
“Don’t call me Cassie,” he said, “and that tends to happen when one is pregnant with twins.” Gabriel’s hand slid off the door frame and he nearly fainted from shock.
“T …t… twins!” Gabriel sputtered out. Castiel smiled brightly as he caressed his big belly, and nodded. “Oh, Father, Castiel, when Dean Winchester plants a seed, he plants an extra one for good measure, doesn’t he?” Castiel chuckled and had to hold back a smile.
“Yes, he does, Gabe,” Castiel said stroking the spot where one had just kicked. Castiel looked up at Gabriel and gestured him to come closer. “Do you want to feel it, brother?” Gabriel grinned from ear to ear and glided across the floor to press a gentle hand to Castiel’s abdomen. Within moments one of the babies was kicking it. “Did you feel it, Uncle Gabe?” Castiel teased.
“Yeah,” Gabriel sighed, and then looked up at Castiel, insulted. “Uncle Gabe? Moi?” Castiel smiled as Gabriel stroked the bump. “Dean’s coming, Cas,” Gabriel said, and Castiel looked up with hope in his eyes. “He’ll be here within the hour.” Castiel smiled from ear to ear, and it was a sight that warmed Gabriel’s heart. Then suddenly the smile vanished to be replaced by a blank look of pain.
“Gabriel, I think…” Castiel started, but gasped and clutched his now rock hard belly in pain.
Gabriel looked up at the nurse, and didn’t even need to tell her what was happening; he even didn’t need to be told what was happening, he remembered it with Mary: Castiel was going into labor. Barbra called another nurse to help her get Castiel into a Labor ward room.
“Gabriel, I want…Dean here,” Castiel gritted out and panted through the pain. “He needs to be here.”
“Shush, Castiel, I know,” Gabriel said as gently as possible. “He will be, Castiel. He’ll be here. Don’t doubt that. His plane just landed, so he’ll be here in less than a half hour. I promise.” Castiel looked up at Gabriel as the nurses helped Castiel into a wheelchair. “I swear to God.”
“Okay!” Castiel gasped out quickly through a contraction.
End notes: sorry about the cliffhanger, the chapter was getting too long. Baby time next chapter sorry it took so long to write: Finals go figure, never thought I would use that excuse.
Characters: Dean W., Sam W. Bobby Singer, Castiel, Gabriel, OC’s
Warnings: mentions of Character death, Angst, grieving, Mpreg
Chapter 3: Castiel’s return
AN: a bit of a flashback and a different place in this chapter. Yay Cas is back!
“What!” Dean screeched at the top of his lungs. A look of disbelief and the beginnings of joy began to spread across his face, as his brother and Bobby stared back.
“Cas has been in the hospital there since he was found on the lake,” Sam said as his brother leaped off the bed and began franticly packing his clothes into his worn-out duffle bag. “Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean looked back at his brother as if the younger brother had gone insane. “What am I doing?” Dean said incredulously. Sam nodded. “I am going to see him. Come on, Sam, get packed! Cas won’t have much longer until the baby is born.” Sam looked back at his brother completely dumbfounded.
“Dean, you didn’t hear me,” Sam said slowly as he stopped his brother’s frantic packing. Dean looked up at his brother, fury burning in his eyes. “Cas is in Chicago, Illinois. Dean, that is over two states away.”
“Yeah, so let’s get moving,” Dean said as he snatched back his bag. Sam stared back at his brother in shock and disbelief.
“Dean, even with you driving at top speed, we won’t be able to get there for several days. And if Castiel is as far along as you say he is, we don’t have that kind of time to waste,” Sam reasoned with his brother. Dean screamed out and threw his bag across the room in frustration and anger.
“Then what am I supposed to do, Sam?!” Dean shouted. “I need to get to him. Cas told me he was pretty close to five months, when he told me he was pregnant. Sammy, the baby could be on its way right now. I can’t leave Cas to go through that alone.” Sam nodded. That he understood at least. Dean wanted to be there for Castiel as he gave birth. The two brothers were so caught up in calming each other down, that they forgot about Gabriel.
“Hello,” Gabriel said, as he snapped a candy bar into existence, “Archangel here. I can get you, Sammy, Bobby, the Car, and your clothes to the hospital with just a snap of my fingers.” Gabriel smiled and got ready to snap his fingers. Dean and Sam both put up their hands.
“No way!” they both shouted.
“I didn’t like it when Cas did that, what makes you think I want you to?” Dean said.
“I agree,” Sam said and then smiled, “no Angel Air. But we could…” Sam didn’t finish his train of thought.
“No way, Sam,” Dean said, “I don’t do planes.” Gabriel huffed in frustration. Bobby growled and smacked Dean upside his head.
“Idjit, it’s either one or the other,” Bobby said, “and if you want to see that angel before he gives birth to your baby, I suggest you pick one.” Dean glared at the older hunter before finally snapping at him.
“Fine,” Dean said with his teeth clenched shut. “We’ll fly out. And not on Angel Air,” he said, when he saw Gabe bring his fingers up to snap them.
Gabriel shrugged and snapped another candy bar up. “Fine by me,” he said as he took a bite of the bar and pointed it toward Dean. “You might want to take a sedative before you board though; it will help you relax.” Dean nodded, and began packing again. Sam went to the table and opened his laptop; looking up the flight that would get them there the fastest. Gabriel smiled at this and vanished out of existence and into the Chicago hospital that held his baby brother so that he could see him first.
A half hour earlier: Chicago Community General Hospital, ICU, Maternity ward, room 77.
A nurse walks into room 77 and sighs deeply. This was such a sad case to begin with, but she took it because no one else would. The man was found on the Lake by a fisherman, who also hauled him aboard and brought him in. he had facial lacerations and internal bleeding, and when the doctors gave him an ultrasound to assess the damage he gave them one hell of a surprise: he was not technically a ‘he’ but they called him a he any way, and not only that he was five months pregnant with twins.
Barbra considered herself a good nurse to the pregnant hermaphrodite. She cleaned him every day, made sure his babies were in good health, and gave him plenty of fluids every day. Barb sighed again as she forced a smile onto her face that the Jon Doe would never see.
“Hello, Jon,” she said cheerily as she checked his vitals and adjusted his meds. “The Winsters are coming to see you today to see your babies. You’re getting one last ultrasound before they schedule a delivery date for them.” Barb had to swallow down her anger at the thought that the babies were being adopted and taken from him without his say-so. But he was a Jon Doe and since there was no record that matched his description, they had assumed that there was no known father to the baby and began the procedures to remove his parental rights and remove the unborn babies from his custody. It made her blood boil to think that they were never going to allow him to see his children if he ever woke up after the papers were signed today.
Barb looked around the room, stepped out for a second to check to see if anyone was watching her, and seeing no one she went to his side and sat down in the chair next to his. She had done this several times since she learned of what the doctors and child service were planning on doing to him and his babies. She took his hand in hers and began to rub his knuckles with her fingers in a comforting gesture. She continued to rub his knuckles as she listened to his even breathing. Not more than an hour before she found that he was fighting the respirator, a sign that he was waking up. But while this was a sign of hope it also brought fear. After hearing that the Jon Doe was trying to wake up, the doctors and the child services moved up the meeting to remove his parental rights. Barbra thought it was despicable what they were doing, but what she was doing seemed to help.
He was still and quiet; the only sound he made was the sound of his breathing. Barbra squeezed his hand lightly hoping that he would do the same. After a moment he squeezed her hand slowly and his eyes began to twitch. Barb stood up without letting his hand go.
“Come on, Jon,” Barb pleaded with the comatose man, “wake up. You have to wake up, or they’ll take your babies from you. I know you don’t want to lose your babies, but you have to wake up.” No response. Barb gets discouraged for a second before she has an idea. “Come on, if you wake up you’ll be able to see the babies daddy.” That did it. The Jon Doe began twitching and moaned. Barb pressed the alert button and waited. He began thrashing and tossing his head from side to side. The doctors came rushing in to see what was wrong and tried to shove Barbra to the side. Barb just shoved back when she saw that they were going to sedate him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she said. The doctor gave her a fierce glare, but was silenced when a hand reached out from the bed and grabbed his arm. Barb looked down and found aqua blue eyes of incredible intensity looking up at her.
“Dean Winchester,” he said softly. Barb leaned down as the doctors stood back with shock on their faces.
“What?” she asked. “What is your name?”
“Castiel,” he answered. Castiel looked down at his abdomen and brought a tender hand to caress it. A tear ran down his face as the babies moved within him.
“Castiel, can you tell us where the father is?” one of the doctors asked. His name was Joshua Michaels; one of the younger doctors with ideals that the older ones had given up after the bureaucracy had killed their hope and faith. Castiel looked up at him with his intense gaze, and Joshua squirmed under it.
“Winchester,” he said finally. “His name is Dean Winchester. Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard, Sioux Falls, South Dakotas.” And with that his head fell back onto his bed and his gaze softened. “Ask for Winchester.”
Joshua pried his arm from Castiel’s fingers, and reached for a national phone book. After a second of squirming under Castiel’s gaze Joshua found the number and dialed it. After several rings and no answer, Joshua hangs up and dials again. No answer. He dials again, and still nothing. Joshua tries three more times before finally someone answers.
“Hello,” a young man answers with a voice that sounds like he has been crying.
“Yes, I am looking for Winchester,” Joshua says, “are you he?”
“Yes, this is Sam Winchester,” the man answers. Joshua puts his hand over the speaker and turns to Castiel, who is bright-eyed. “Who is this?”
“Do you know a Sam Winchester?” Joshua asks Castiel, and the pregnant man nods smiling. “This is Joshua Michaels from Chicago Community General Hospital.”
“Chicago Community General Hospital?” the man sounds confused.
“Yes, I believe you have a brother named Dean?”
“Uh-huh,” he says.
“Well I have someone here that claims to know him,” Joshua said as he looks back to Castiel, “you see he just woke up from being in a coma since they found him in the lake four months ago. Do you happen to know a man bay the name Castiel?” whatever Joshua was expecting from the man what he got was not it.
“WHAT!” the young man shouted so loud Joshua had to pull the phone away from his ear.
“I take it you were unaware that he is alive and well,” Joshua said, and all he got was a half-hearted and very high pitched “nu uh” from the young man. “I thought not. Well in any case I suggest that you advise your brother to come here if he wants to see Castiel and witness him giving birth.” Joshua can practically hear the smile spreading over the man’s face and the nod as well. The boy must have shaggy hair if I can hear it. Joshua thought. “I hope to see you and meet you all very soon, good-bye,” he said and hung up the phone. Barbra was smiling from ear to ear. She looked back to Castiel who had a very content almost smile.
“Well now,” Barbra said catching Castiel’s gaze, “how’s about you get your first look at your babies, hmm?” Castiel’s eyes widened.
“Babies?” he breathed, Barbra nodded. A look of understanding came over her face.
“You didn’t know,” Castiel shook his head, and Barbra smiled brightly. “Well then, Congratulations, you’re having fraternal twins.” Castiel made a squeaking noise at the back of his throat, before clearing his throat and looking down at his engorged belly. Then just as suddenly a look of absolute love melted over his hardened features, and he gently wrapped his arms around the top and bottom of his belly; all the while tears slowly ran down his face. Slowly Castiel’s face and gaze turned heavenward. The tears ran silently down the sides of his face as his eyes seemed to piece the ceiling and into the very Heavens themselves. Castiel opened his mouth and what came out of it the doctors and nurse in attendance out only describe as the most beautiful sound in all of existence. Castiel’s voice rang throughout the room down the hall and reverberated throughout the whole hospital. Joshua knew Latin and what he could translate sounded like the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s Messiah except it sounded like nothing he had ever heard before in his life. After a minute Joshua and all the doctors realized that Castiel was singing praises to God, and not only that, it also sounded like there were thousands of voices singing back with him.
“A~lle~Lu~jah,
Gloria in excelsis
Laudate Dominum omnipotentem creator.
Pater meus et Rex meus.
Creator et unus Deus meus.
Lauda et canent
Deus enim supra coelos rediit.
confitemini
adorem eum
Magnum enim est
Laus Deo
Qui eruit nos de inferno Creator noster
Qui mortuus est pro bled Laudate Pueri
Laudate Dominum qui nos amat
ut mortuus et vivit.
In praesentia autem Sing
Gloria in excelsis Deo
laudate caeli quoniam in choros
In saecula saeculorum.
Amen”
When Castiel was finished he was staring at some of the most unreligious doctors, which turned believer in after hearing his voice and the voices with him. Joshua could not believe his ears and had to sit down after hearing Castiel’s voice.
“Barbra, would you get him ready for that ultrasound?” he said, and when there was no movement, he looked up. “Barbra!” Barbra looked up and he saw the tears streaming down his face. She quickly regained composure and pulled Castiel’s blanket down below his convex belly. Another nurse quickly came in with the sonogram machine. Barbra shooed her out and proceeded to remove the gown that was around Castiel’s belly. Within moments the familiar thrumming of two rapidly beating hearts could be heard. Castiel started crying when he saw the small human shapes still curled within his womb.
“My sons,” he whispered. Castiel closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his babies’ hearts beating.
“Castiel,” Barbra said. Castiel opened his eyes and looked to where the nurse was pointing. “Do you see that?” Castiel nodded. “Your babies are beginning to drop.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you could have your babies very soon; today or maybe tomorrow, but very soon,” she said. Castiel nodded and smiled.
“Could I stand up now?” Castiel asked. Barbra smiled as she whipped off his belly and helped him sit up in bed. Once Castiel got used to sitting up again, Barbra helped him stand on his feet. Castiel wobbled on his feet before getting his balance and placing his hands on his very large belly. Castiel chuckled as he felt the babies shift their weight down into his pelvis.
“Are you doing alright?” Barbra asked. “No uncomfortable pressure?” Castiel shook his head.
Meanwhile: 45 minute later and at 36,000 feet above the earth
Dean Winchester does not do planes! They’re loud, too fast, too high up, and above all he is not in control, but for a chance to see Castiel in less than 2 hours he will deal with the discomfort. He was very lucky that they got Gabriel to take the Car to the airport in Chicago and meet them there. Dean was even happier when the Archangel footed the bill and got them in first class; making it easier for Dean to relax, but not completely. Dean was still bouncing his foot up and down, and humming Metallica.
“Dean, would you relax. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Sam said as he glanced over at his bother. Dean still wouldn’t stop, and a Stewardess saw him.
“Is there something wrong, sirs?” she asked.
“No.” “Yes.” Dean and Sam said at the same time, and the stewardess raised her eyebrows. Sam and Dean glared at each other. “Dean has a bit of a problem with flying,” Sam said. Dean snorted.
“I don’t have any problem with it, it’s just I think that if man was meant to fly we would have grown wings,” Dean grumbled to himself, and the stewardess glanced over at him and smiled.
“I know what you mean. My brother has the same problem with flying so I just give him a mild sedative to calm him down,” she answered. Sam gave her a pleading look and glanced back at Dean. She nodded and gave Dean a glass of water and a sedative. Dean glares at her but takes it anyway.
Within moments Dean is snoring away, and Sam was grinning.
Later in the Hospital
Castiel looked over at the door and found Gabriel standing there staring at the swell of his abdomen. Castiel smiled as he sat down and rested a hand on his belly.
“Wow, Cassie,” Gabriel said with a cocky grin, “you got big.” Castiel snickered before schooling his features and glaring at his big brother.
“Don’t call me Cassie,” he said, “and that tends to happen when one is pregnant with twins.” Gabriel’s hand slid off the door frame and he nearly fainted from shock.
“T …t… twins!” Gabriel sputtered out. Castiel smiled brightly as he caressed his big belly, and nodded. “Oh, Father, Castiel, when Dean Winchester plants a seed, he plants an extra one for good measure, doesn’t he?” Castiel chuckled and had to hold back a smile.
“Yes, he does, Gabe,” Castiel said stroking the spot where one had just kicked. Castiel looked up at Gabriel and gestured him to come closer. “Do you want to feel it, brother?” Gabriel grinned from ear to ear and glided across the floor to press a gentle hand to Castiel’s abdomen. Within moments one of the babies was kicking it. “Did you feel it, Uncle Gabe?” Castiel teased.
“Yeah,” Gabriel sighed, and then looked up at Castiel, insulted. “Uncle Gabe? Moi?” Castiel smiled as Gabriel stroked the bump. “Dean’s coming, Cas,” Gabriel said, and Castiel looked up with hope in his eyes. “He’ll be here within the hour.” Castiel smiled from ear to ear, and it was a sight that warmed Gabriel’s heart. Then suddenly the smile vanished to be replaced by a blank look of pain.
“Gabriel, I think…” Castiel started, but gasped and clutched his now rock hard belly in pain.
Gabriel looked up at the nurse, and didn’t even need to tell her what was happening; he even didn’t need to be told what was happening, he remembered it with Mary: Castiel was going into labor. Barbra called another nurse to help her get Castiel into a Labor ward room.
“Gabriel, I want…Dean here,” Castiel gritted out and panted through the pain. “He needs to be here.”
“Shush, Castiel, I know,” Gabriel said as gently as possible. “He will be, Castiel. He’ll be here. Don’t doubt that. His plane just landed, so he’ll be here in less than a half hour. I promise.” Castiel looked up at Gabriel as the nurses helped Castiel into a wheelchair. “I swear to God.”
“Okay!” Castiel gasped out quickly through a contraction.
End notes: sorry about the cliffhanger, the chapter was getting too long. Baby time next chapter sorry it took so long to write: Finals go figure, never thought I would use that excuse.