It has been almost six months since the last time we had sex. "That's unhealthy!" You might say. But let me give you one good reason why I'd rather sleep on the couch. SHE'S PREGNANT.

It started out sweet, I tells you. She was lovable, and excited, and affectionate. Then phases came, and she turned into a sassy, pissed, and hungry damsel. She talked, walked, and looked like an angel; but she was the devil in disguise. I was scared to even look at her funny, because those blue eyes will tear you to shreds with a single glare. I obeyed her every whim, making sure everything was to exact need. However she wanted it, it had to be made like that. No excuses. I write this for you, so that you can know: BEWARE SASSY CASSY.

"DEAN!" She yelled out to me. I was in my small office we had there at home, flipping through some paperwork I need to get done.

"Yes honey?" I would reply, not taking my eyes off my papers. I worked in a large company, tracking sales and trying to come up with ways of how to gets things sold. It was stressful, but it paid good.

"COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" She yelled again. I sighed, preparing for another one of her episodes.

"Baby, please, I'm working..." I said, putting my face into my hands.

"DID I FUCKING STUTTER? I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS IF YOU'RE WORKING! I NEED YOU, RIGHT NOW." She finished. I groaned softly, and got up, walking out of my office and down the hallway. I passed by the room that was soon to become the baby's. I stopped and poked my head through the door, staring at all the pink things. Pink curtains, bed sheets, blankets, wall paint, and the rug on the floor. Everything else was dolls or little things the baby might be distracted with. It always made me smile. We were told it was a girl. I wanted nothing more than a baby girl. Someone to call princess and campare her to the beauty of her mother. Someone to spoil, and to be considered the best dad in the world for it. I couldn't wait to bring her home from the hospital.

"DEAN!" I heard the angry voice of my wife again.

"I'm coming baby, I'm coming!" I said, running into the livingroom. She was sitting on the couch, her feet up to the side, and pillows underneath her baby bump, that wasn't too big. Her long black hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her gleaming blue eyes sparkled. I loved her so much. I stood in front of her. "Yes Cas?"

"OH MY GOD. BABE, CAN MOVE OUT OF THE WAY? YOU'RE BLOCKING MY SHOW!" She said aloud, gesturing me to move. And I did. As quickly as possible. She was on Netflix, obviously. Watching some British show or something.

"Cas, what did you need?" I asked, a sigh passing my lips. She looked up to me.

"Oh. Dean, can you give me the remote? Please ?" She pointed to it, backing her eyes, as the thing rested on the coffee table that was right in front of her. No more than a foot away.

"Cas. Really? You called me all the way over here, so I can give you something that's literally right in front of you?" I asked, rubbing my temple. Her eyes shot right toward me, becoming fierce.

"Is that a problem?" She replied, every pinch of sass in her voice. "Because if it is, then you can be pregnant. And you can carry the baby in your fucking uterus. And you can go through the millions of pains I go through. Oh wait. You can't! So shut up, and give me the God damn remote." He outstreched her hand toward it. I sighed again, and picked up the remote, just to put it in her hand that was inches away.

"There." I said, letting out a deep breath. A smile grew on her face, as she tossed the remote to the couch and grabbed my wrist. She pulled me close to her, just so she could kiss me dearly.  I rested my hand on the arm rest of the couch, keeping the other on my waist.

She pulled back to say," I love you baby. Thank you. Thank you so much." She kissed me again, multiple times. I knew it was part of her pregnancy to be this cranky, but either way my love for her was burning forevermore, like the sun.

"I love you too Castiel." I smiled between her affections.

"Can you get me some ice cream babe?" She asked, kissing me again.

"Yes. Of course I can get you some ice cream..." I replied, accepting her love, lifting her chin so I could kiss her back properly. After that, she'll push me off.

"Good, I want the chocolate flavor." She said plainly and directed her attention toward the TV again. I would chuckle, and walk off to get my keys and phone, while slipping on some sandals to go outside.

"Anything else before I take off?" I asked aloud.

"No babe, thank you!" She responded sweetly. I smiled once more, and walked out of the house. It wasn't too big, and it was too small either. It was a good place for a family of three. And we didn't live to far from my brother Sam, and his girlfriend Gabriela. I open the door and hop into my black Chevy, an old model which I loved dearly, since I inherited it from my father. I start it up and pull onto the road, ready for the long journey to the store to get the ice cream for Castiel.

Over the fifteen minutes I was out, I get a call on my phone. I quickly pull it out and answer it. "Heeeellooooo?" I said, emphasizing the vowels in the word. On the other end, I could hear Castiel groaning. Dear God, please help me.

"Deeeeaaaaan.... you're taking too long..." She spoke.

"Babe, I was gone for like fifteen minuets." I replied, huffing silently.

"Fifteen minuets is too long Dean! I could have died in that amount of time! But nooooo! Of course you wouldn't care, because you're out there doing GOD KNOWS WHAT!" He anger turned to sorrow in seconds. I can hear her whimpers, and soft crying.

"Cas, what the hell? No, of course I care baby. Don't be ridiculous. Look, I got your ice cream, and when I get home, I'll rub your feet, and everything will be just fine. You have your dessert, I'll be next to you, and we can watch whatever you want together. Okay?" I said, trying to sooth her.

"R-Really?" I could hear her sniffles.

"Damn right. You just keep your beautiful self right there and I'll be home in no time, okay babe?" I smiled.

"Okay..." She sighed. I told her I loved her, and she replied the same. I hung up and continued down the road.

When I got home, I did everything I promised. I served her a bowl of ice cream, and sat down next to her, picked up her legs over my laps so I can rub her small, smooth feet. She put spoonful after spoonful in her mouth, her eyes on the TV. I tried to watch what she was watching, but none of it made any sense. So what if the guy had awesome crime solving skills? Big deal.

"Oh my God. They just need to shut the fuck up and fuck already. Jesus Christ." I heard her say under her breath. I turned to her with a funny look.

"What?" I asked, majorly confused. She looked at me, spoon in her mouth.

"I mean, like, it's so obvious by they way they look at each other. And they live in the same damn apartment. They just need to grow a pair and just fuck until morning." She shook her head and stared back at the TV. I was still confused. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. "God I'm so tired..." She breathed out. I smiled and slid my hand underneath her back and pulled her in close. She rested her head on my shoulder. I watched how her eyes began to droop, and her sighs grew.

"You sleepy baby?" I said softly against her head, smelling the honey scent off her hair. She rubbed her eyes.

"Yes... I just want to go to sleep and stay there for months...." She yawned after. I smiled and kissed her head, grabbing her bowl of ice cream and setting it on the coffee table. Then I turned off the TV with the remote. It was hitting nighttime, there was really no reason why she should be awake. I picked her up from underneath her knees and her waist, one of her arms wrapped around my neck. Considering her pregnancy, she wouldn't want to walk. So I did that for her. All the way to our room, and I set her gently on the bed, where she shifted to find her comfortable spot. While she did so, I slipped into the bed on the opposite side, snuggling close to her. She placed her head on my bicept, looking into my eyes as she played with the hair behind my ear. I smiled, and placed my hand on her belly, rubbing it slowly.

"I felt her kick me... when I was yelling at you earlier.." Castiel brought up suddenly. I chuckled.

"Is that so? She's defending her daddy already!" I said and Castiel laughed. "That's my girl!" I kissed Castiel once more, rubbing her back, especially with how much pain it must be in. I waited till she fell alseep, so I could rest easy. But I kept staring at her. How beautiful she was. How her skin shinned in the light of the moonlight. She was practically an angel—at times. Her perfect lips and lashes, and her excellent figure... She was surely the one to catch. And I did. I married her, and I called her mine. And now we're having our first baby together, one step closer to becoming a family. I was happy. I had everything I ever wanted.

The next morning, I caught myself hugging a pillow. Castiel was missing from her side of the bed. She must've gotten up earlier than I have. Netherless, I stayed in the bed, cuddling into the pillows and the blanket. I didn't want to move. I was too sleepy, and being a little lazy. I sighed contently, closing my eyes again. When suddenly, a typical sound was heard:

"DEAN!" Castiel called on me. My eyes fluttered open. I sighed and groaned softly. I flopped over and slid out of bed, hopping onto my feet. I rushed out the door saying, "I'm coming baby!"

Well... here we go again.