Dean had flirted for weeks, up until the next party. Castiel had grown feelings for him, seeing as Dean was the first person to show interest in him. Dean was known as 'the player' but nobody had ever heard of Dean chasing after someone relentlessly. Plus, Dean had never went after a guy before. Maybe that's what was so appealing about Castiel: he was something new to him, and he didn't give in. But, the night of the party, he did. Dean is in his senior year of college, along with Gabriel. Sam, Dean's brother, is in freshman year with Castiel. Sam and Castiel are roommates. What happens when Castiel becomes pregnant? Not to mention, he's an Angel in hiding.

*A/N: In this universe, after a Nephilim is born, the parent still lives. Then again, Kelly was human. Who's to say that Angels can't still live after having them?*

•••

*Castiel's POV*

The past couple weeks, I've avoided Sam. Dean had just taken my virginity and left. Sure enough, Dean was drunk when it happened. I couldn't hold myself back when he randomly led me to a bedroom and started making out with me.

~ Flashback ~

"Dean, where are we going?" I ask.

He leads me into a bedroom on the opposite side of the house. Dean shuts the door and locks it. I tilt my head in confusion. He turns around and chuckles.

"You're so god damn cute when you do that," he tells me.

I look to the ground, flushing and biting my lip. Suddenly, Dean is in front of me. I didn't realize he was walking closer. And then his lips are on mine.

I squeal, pushing him away a bit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you. What does it look like?" He asks sarcastically. He presses his lips onto mine as he pulls our bodies flush together.

All logic and reason went out the window at that moment.

~ Present ~

The morning after, I woke up alone. There was a note next to the bed. It read: 'Thanks for the fuck. Don't talk to me again.'

That note had shattered me. The past couple weeks I've been depressed. Sam, my roommate – along with my brothers and sisters – have all been worried about me.

I stopped eating. I never needed to, I just did it to seem normal. They don't know that, though.

Then, this morning, I woke up to a new feeling. Somehow, my body knew what to do before my mind. I had gone to the toilet before bending down and dry heaving. I'm pretty sure if I had food in my stomach, that would've came up.

I've been seated next to the toilet for the past hour. I hated how the waves of nausea would come every so often. During the times I wasn't dry heaving, I had begun to start thinking.

I've never been sick in my entire life. Yet it's happening now? I find myself standing up and walking to my bed where my trench coat lies. I fish out my phone before exiting the dorm building.

I press on Gabriel's contact and my phone starts ringing. I put the phone up to my ear as I walk behind the building, then sit down.

"Hello?" Gabriel asks.

"I need your help," I tell him. "Meet me behind my dorm building. Now." And then I hang up.

Gabriel is the only person I trust with this. He's just like me. Oddly enough, it's just us. We met in foster care when my original parents had adopted him. They had brought me along to make sure I liked him. From then on, we were brothers.

A little while later, I notice Gabriel rounding the corner. He sits down next to me. A smell wafts through the air and I lean to the other side, dry heaving again.

"Woah, Cassie, what's going on?" Gabriel asks.

I gesture for him to wait. When my nausea goes away, I go back to my original position. "I'm sick."

"You're what?!"

"Sick," I sigh. "Somehow, I'm sick."

"Maybe it's from you being all depressed the past couple weeks," Gabe says.

"You and I both know that's not what's happening," I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Now that I think about it, why have you been moping?" He asks.

"Because I was used," I reply vaguely.

"How so?"

"They flirted until they were sure I liked them. Then, they used me for sex," I tell him. "After that, they told me to act like they don't exist."

"Who was it? Was it Meg?" Gabriel asks. "I'm gonna kill her!"

"No!" I say sternly. "It wasn't Meg. I'll tell you that much. I'm not telling you who it is."

Suddenly, Gabriel's face drops the rage. He looks distant. "Cassie, was it a guy?"

"I – what?!"

"So it was," he says, still deep in thought. I smack him softly but he ignores it. "Did he use a condom?"

I think back. "No," I shrug. "What, do you think I have some sort of disease?"

"No," he replies. Gabe takes in my form with a determined look. I whack him for looking at me like that. His eyes stop on my stomach. "No way."

"What?" I ask.

"Uh...let's talk in your dorm," he says, standing up. Gabriel holds out a hand and helps me stand up. Eventually, we get back to my dorm. Sam is still asleep, thankfully. "Lay down on the couch."

"What, is this a therapy session?" I ask sarcastically, following his order.

He bends down next to the couch. I stare at him in confusion until he places his head on my stomach, ear against my shirt. I squeal, pushing him away.

"Hey!" He whines.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I exclaim.

"Listening!" He replies. I furrow my brows and he sighs. "Just...let me do this and I'll explain."

I nod. Gabriel presses his ear against my stomach again. I shift uncomfortably.

"Umm..."

My eyes dart to the bedroom door, where Sam is standing. Gabe pulls away in shock. Then he gives me a stern look.

"Uh...can Gabe and I get another minute? Just wait in the room."

"It's too early for this," Sam groans, shutting the door after walking back into the room.

"What is it, Gabriel?" I ask.

"I'm surprised you don't know," Gabriel says. "You're pregnant."

I sit up quickly, eyes widening. "I'm what?! How is that even possible?!"

"The more pressing matter is where is the baby coming out of," Gabe retorts.

I stare at the floor, not knowing how to respond. "Uh...I have no clue," I reply. "Cesarean section?"

"Makes sense," Gabe chirps. "You gonna tell me who the father is?"

"No," I reply sternly. "How the hell am I supposed to take care of a half-human half-angel baby? Is there even such a thing?"

"It's called a Nephilim," Gabe retorts. "Supposedly they don't even exist yet. That's gonna be the first ever."

"Great," I scoff. "So I have no clue how to take care of my own child."

"Just pretend you're a woman who's pregnant," Gabe shrugs.

"Gabriel!" I hiss. "I'm not a woman."

"That's the problem here, Cassie," he replies. "Well, one of them."

"Let's just go get the stuff," I sigh. "Sam, we're leaving! You can come out!"

"Okay!" Sam replies loudly.

•••

Two months fly by quickly. I've been taking everything I need to for the pregnancy. Gabriel has been helping me most of the time, since nobody else knows.

I've withdrawn from my friends, including Sam. Sam keeps inviting me to hang out with him and his friends, Dean included. I decline every time.

Gabriel showed up about a week ago with new clothes for me. He claimed it's because I'm going to start showing soon.

Today, I wake up and head to shower for my classes. I'm working to become a writer. I wash my hair quickly and move onto washing my body. When I look down, I yelp.

Of course I start showing now! What am I going to do? Should I go back home? Transfer to online? Tell people? No, that's out of the question.

Quickly after, I step out of the shower. I wrap the towel around my waist. I walk into the bedroom, praying that Sam is asleep. Sure enough, he is. Luckily, his class starts an hour after mine.

I pull out a sweatshirt, with sweatpants. Normally, I wouldn't wear this. But I have to if I'm going to hide my stomach.

After getting ready, I exit the room. I feel all eyes on me. My brows furrow as I speed up to exit the building. Arriving outside, Charlie, my best friend, walks over to me.

She looks me up and down with her mouth agape. "What the hell are you wearing?" She asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asks, meeting my gaze. "Are you dying?"

"I'm not dying, Charlie. Let's just get to class," I sigh.

•••

Lunch time rolls around. Charlie and I sit next to each other, Gabriel too. I had loaded my plate with all sorts of foods. Charlie stares at me like I'm insane.

Sam sits down next to Charlie. "Hey, Charlie, he says. Then he sees my tray. "What the hell are you eating?" He pauses, seeing my attire. "And what are you wearing?"

I groan in frustration. I pull my Mac and Cheese, along with my broccoli, to the front of my tray. I pick up my ketchup and apply it to both of them.

Sam and Charlie grunt in disapproval. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Charlie asks. "If you were a girl I'd ask if you were pregnant." My breathing hitches and I look at her in shock. Sam narrows his eyes in confusion, but Charlie continues. "That, or you're on your period."

"I'd rather not have blood spilling out of me each month," I retort. "I'd pick being pregnant over periods any day."

The three of them stare at me in shock as the words unexpectedly spill from my mouth.

"Are you insane?" Sam asks. "Haven't you heard about how badly giving birth feels?"

"What about menstrual cramps?" I retort.

"Those are a bitch!" Charlie groans. I chuckle softly. "But I get what you mean. It's not like my vagina is splitting into two and a baby is shooting out of me. I'll pass."

The three of us laugh. "So, Cass, can you please hang out after classes?"

"No, Sam," I say, narrowing my eyes. "I have classes after you."

"I meant after your classes," Sam says. "Plus, I gave you no choice. I already told them you'd come. You've turned me down like twenty times. I couldn't tell them no again."

"Well who keeps asking for me?" I ask, sipping on my drink.

"Dean," he replies.

I choke on my drink, eyes widening in shock. Gabriel quickly pulls the drink away from me and gives me a wary look. "Need to throw up again?"

"Where?" I ask, standing up.

Gabriel points to the doors and I run out. Luckily, the bathrooms are right next to the cafeteria. I manage to get to a toilet before throwing up the meal I just ate.

*Sam's POV*

"Is he okay?" I ask Gabe.

"Yeah, he's just been sick lately," Gabe shrugs.

"Why didn't I know about it? I could've helped him," I point out.

"He wanted you to have fun," Gabe sighs.

I sigh, standing up. "I'll go talk to Dean." They nod.

I walk over to Dean's table and sit down next to him. "I'm guessing he said no?" Dean asks, sighing.

I lied earlier when I told Castiel I said yes already. I just couldn't disappoint Dean again and I knew there was no other way Castiel would go.

"Uh...I don't know," I reply. "When I mentioned your name he just fled. He got nauseous apparently and had to throw up."

I see Dean slightly smirk before it falls off his face. His expression turns to confusion. "Wait, he got nauseous at my name?"

"Seems so," I shrug. "I'll talk to him after classes to see if he's still coming."

"I don't know, Sam," Jo chimes in. "If he threw up at the mention of Dean, imagine what would happen if he saw him."

I furrow my brows as everyone chuckles, except me. "That's not funny. He's been seriously depressed for the past three months and now he's throwing up after eating."

Shock forms on all of their faces. I swear Dean looks guilty for something. I disregard it, thinking it's my imagination.

"How's he depressed?" Benny asks.

I sigh. "The first month, he never ate. I mean, he probably did in private, because nobody can last a month without eating. But, then he started eating again. I thought everything was okay so I asked him to hang out with us. He declined every single time." I don't mention that Dean is the one who wanted to hang out with him. It doesn't really seem important. "He's been so reclusive. I don't know how to help."

"Maybe try getting him some of his favorite foods," Jo says. "That always cheers me up."

"I don't know, he's gotten weird about that lately," I reply.

"Elaborate," Garth says.

"I was just over there and I saw him put ketchup on his broccoli," I tell them, scrunching up my nose.

"Maybe he's pregnant," Jo jokes.

I furrow my brows. Glancing at Dean, his face is unreadable. I look back at Jo.

"That's the second time I've heard that about Cass," I say.

"Really?" Lisa asks.

"Yeah, first was Charlie. I mean, have you seen his outfit? Full sweats, and now these weird foods? Not to mention, the nausea."

Everyone pauses, taking it in. "Wait," Dean says. "We can't seriously be thinking Castiel is pregnant. He's a guy."

We snap out of our thoughts, all replying with small agreements. But why does it seem so right?

•••

I lounge on the couch, waiting for Castiel to get back from his classes. When he does, he goes straight to the bedroom.

"Cass, can we talk?" I ask, following him into the room. He places his bag down before sitting on his bed.

"What's up?" Castiel asks.

"I want you to be honest with me. What happened three months ago that changed you?" I ask.

His eyes widen and his breathing hitches. "Nothing," he tells me.

"Don't lie to me. I'm your roommate, I'm bound to find out sometime," I point out.

He groans, leaning back in bed. "Someone used me."

"How so?" I ask, curious to see where this is going.

"He flirted with me for weeks. Convinced me to go to a party. He got drunk and we had sex. After that, he told me to forget he even existed. How the hell can I do that when it was my first time?"

I stare at him in shock. He sits up, then winces. Castiel stands up, walking over to his dresser before opening the top one. He rummages around before picking up a sock. I watch in confusion as he pulls out a small pill. He pops it into his mouth before sighing.

I stand there in shock. Now he's taking pills? I walk over, taking the sock out of his hand. He gasps, turning to me. Castiel reaches for it, but I use my height to my advantage.

"What's in this sock, Castiel?" I ask sternly. "Why are you so cautious around me and everyone else?"

He looks to the ground before sitting on the bed in defeat. "Just look at it. I'm tired of hiding this from you."

I transfer the sock to my other hand before using my dominant hand to rummage through the sock. I grunt, not being able to see anything. I walk to my bed and empty the contents.

One thing in particular catches my attention. A pregnancy test? My eyes open wide. Positive?!

"Cass...you're...how is this even possible?" I ask, clearly dumbfounded.

"It is," he sighs. "I've...uh, that's not the only thing I've been keeping from you."

I turn around and wait for him to continue. But he doesn't. Instead, I see the room getting brighter and his eyes glowing blue. Behind him, wings are spread out, only in the shadow. Then it all goes away.

I sit down on the bed, taking it all in. He stays silent, waiting for me to process what I just saw.

*Castiel's POV*

I lean against the wall, biting my lip in anticipation. Patiently, I wait. A couple minutes later, his eyes snap up to meet mine.

"Are you even human?" He asks.

I let out a soft chuckle, but stop when I see his glare.

"I suppose not," I shrug. "I'm an Angel."

"Seriously?" Sam asks.

"You can't tell anyone. Not even...Dean." I wince speaking his name. My jaw clenches as I take a couple deep breaths. "Especially not him. None of this. To anyone."

"I tell Dean everything," Sam points out.

"Not this," I say sternly, hopping off the bed. My vision glows as I walk over to Sam. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will. You are to not tell anyone about this. Not even your brother."

Sam nods in reply. My vision goes back to normal and I gasp. I reach my hand out to catch myself on his bed as my other hand clutches my stomach. I groan in pain, descending to the floor slowly.

"Cass?!" Sam calls out. "Cass, are you okay?!"

I take a couple of deep breaths as my hand glows against my stomach in hopes of healing the pain. Luckily, it works.

"Yeah," I groan. "Sorry. I guess I should be careful using my powers."

"Yeah," Sam chuckles. "After all, you are pregnant."

I roll my eyes, getting to my feet. "Whatever, Sam."

He pauses before meeting my gaze. "Who's the father?" My breathing hitches and I shake my head. He pauses again. "Why do you avoid Dean?"

"Sam..." I say warily. He's close to figuring it out.

Recognition shows on his face before he stares at me in shock. "You're joking, right?" I look to the ground, shuffling awkwardly. He's the first person to figure it out. "Cass, he's not gay."

I scoff. "You think I don't know that?" I ask. I turn around, going to my bedside table. I rummage through the drawers before finding a crumpled piece of paper. Walking over to him, I hand him the piece of paper. He grabs it with confusion. "Is that or is it not his handwriting?"

Sam opens the paper, eyes widening. He opens his mouth to speak, before closing it again. Sam is truly speechless. "Why'd you keep the paper?"

I shrug, looking to the ground. "It was my first time, Sam. Even if Dean used me, I still want to remember it."

He sighs, so I look up. His expression had softened and he sighs. Sam gasps softly. "Wait," he starts. "Oh god, Dean is having a kid. With an Angel nonetheless."

"He doesn't know, Sam," I point out. "And I would like to keep it that way."

"It's his child too!" Sam retorts, seeming angry. I back up nervously. "You can't just rid him of even having a part in their life!"

"I can and I will," I reply. "He's the one who used me. He's the one who flirted with me for weeks. He kissed me first. Then he tells me I can't even contact him? I mean, I knew he was a player but I hoped he had changed a little. He's never went after a guy before or chased after someone. They all threw themselves at him. This is his fault. He didn't use a condom, which he should've had anyway if he slept with a girl. I'm giving him what he wanted. To act like he doesn't exist."

Sam sits back, taking in every word. He sighs, rubbing his head. "But you can't just make that decision for him. Sure, you're my friend, and my roommate. But, Dean is my brother. That child is his whether you like it or not."

"Sam," I sigh. "I can't. I can't see him after he ruined me. I thought I was different, that he actually liked me. I was blind to the realization that I was nothing but a quick fuck to him. You saw how bad it got."

Sam sighs. "Cass, you need to try. At least come tonight. You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to. I'm sure he'll understand. Just warm up to him before you spring it onto him like you did me."

I laugh softly. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"Will you go?" Sam asks hopefully. He gives me the puppy eyes that nobody can say no to.

I curse under my breath. "Damn you, Sam. You and those puppy dog eyes."

He grins before walking towards the door. I follow after him quickly. He leads me to a small diner just off campus. For some reason, he looks protective over me. It's almost as if he's acting like he's the father.

We enter the diner 'The Roadhouse' and I smack him softly. He winces, glaring playfully at me. I chuckle softly as he leads me to a corner booth.

The diner is empty besides the workers and the booth of friends. It's strange, but I guess I don't have to worry about anyone from school seeing me with them.

"You hit hard, Cass," Sam whines as he rubs his arm. The chatter stops as they realize our presence.

"Then stop acting like a father," I retort. His eyes widen, but he chuckles anyway. "I get enough of that from Gabe."

They slide down, letting Sam in, then me. A waiter places down drinks in front of everyone. My eyes widen as he puts alcohol in front of me.

I share a panicked look with Sam, who quickly switches our drinks. Luckily, he had water. I give him a grateful smile before sipping it carefully.

"Woah, Sammy, you never drink," Dean points out. I keep my gaze on the table, clenching my jaw at his voice.

"Rather not have them send it back," Sam shrugs.

"Why aren't you drinking?" Lisa asks me.

I fiddle with my thumbs before sighing. "I can't," I tell her.

"Can't or won't?" Jo asks.

"Can't. Runs in the family," I half-lie.

"Gabriel drinks," Benny points out.

I sigh. "We're not actually related."

"You have the same last name," Garth points out.

Sam seems to notice my hesitance. "Alright, guys. Just drop it, okay?"

"Why can't he drink but Gabriel can?" Lisa asks.

"I told you, it runs in the family," I say with a clenched jaw. "We're both adopted. Just drop it."

Silence falls amongst them. I sigh, getting up from the table. "Where you going?" Sam asks.

"Getting a drink," I reply dryly.

"Cass, no!" Sam says sternly. He gets up and towers over me. "Imagine what he would say if he found out what you were planning on doing."

My eyes widen. "You wouldn't," I say hesitantly.

"Sorry," he smirks.

Sam turns around, so I panic. My eyes glow and I turn Sam to face me. His eyes show fear. I push him softly, but he ends up falling anyway. He backs up towards the table.

"I told you to keep it a secret, Sam. If I want it to go away, you can't stop me. You're not going to tell, either. I thought I made myself very clear about this."

"C-Cass, I'm sorry," Sam pleads. "I won't say anything. Please, you need to calm down. You don't want to hurt yourself."

I glare at him, eyes going back to normal. "You're right," I sigh. I wince, wobbling a bit before stumbling into a table. Sam immediately stands up and pulls me upright. I groan in pain.

"Shit, Cass! You can't keep doing this!" Sam sighs. He grabs a nearby chair and makes me sit down. Suddenly, a water is being placed onto the table I'm at. I wince, trying to make the pain go away without healing. "Cass, you have to be careful."

"I'll be careful when you butt out of the situation. You don't get a say in who I tell," I retort.

"You're right," he sighs. "I'm sorry."

I glance back to the table in the corner. Everyone is staring at me in shock and confusion. I make sure to avoid Dean's gaze.

"What was that?" Benny asks.

"Who cares what that was?! That was awesome!" Garth exclaims.

I chuckle softly. "Not really, Garth. I mean, I'm barely even human."

"What are you?" Lisa asks.

"An Angel," I shrug, taking another sip of my drink.

Jo spits out her drink. The friends all groan, cleaning the table of her spit and drink.

"So you're actually..?" She asks hesitantly. I stare at her with confusion. "A Nephilim."

I spit my drink onto Sam. "Gross!" He groans.

I turn to Jo with shock. "How do you know what that is?" I ask.

"I know what that is," Sam chimes, still cleaning up.

"You're a nerd, Sam," I retort.

"So are you," he points out.

"But I already told you. She had no clue and she guessed it," I point out.

"So I was right?" Jo asks. "Who's the lucky guy?"

I notice Dean furrows his brows in confusion as he tries to comprehend what's going on.

"Holy shit," Garth says. I look over, seeing a phone in his hand. My eyes open wide. I walk over to the table.

Dean goes to grab the phone, but I take it before he can get it. He glares at me but I shrug it off.

"Who all knows besides Sam and Jo?" I ask. Everybody except Dean raises their hand hesitantly.

Dean pulls out his phone, but I take it and toss it to Sam. He catches it swiftly.

Dean stands up, getting in my face. "That's it, Cass!" He says sternly. "I'm tired of you acting like this."

"You're the one who told me to pretend you don't exist!" I point out. "That's exactly what I'm doing. Or I was until you kept bugging Sam about me."

He narrows his eyes into a harsh glare. "We're not talking about that," he says sternly.

"Alright, Dean," I say, pushing him backwards. He stumbles a bit before catching himself. "What do you want to talk about then? After three months of listening to your fucking note, you still want control of the situation. Tell me, Dean. What do you want?"

"I want to know what the hell a Nephilim is," he says sternly.

I push him softly so he sits down. He picks up his beer and takes a long drink. "A Nephilim is an Angel's child."

Dean spits his drink out. I chuckle softly at the number of times it's happened in a short while. He looks at me in shock.

"What?" He asks.

"You heard me," I say.

Dean rubs his temples, shaking his head. "No, that's not possible. That's not true. You're a guy. Please tell me that's not possible."

I laugh dryly. "Look who figured it out," I reply sarcastically.

"Cass, this isn't funny," Dean says sternly. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Sorry," I shrug.

"Fuck," Dean groans. "Did I forget? I was so drunk."

"Yeah, well I can't get drunk. Yes, you did forget. I've never gotten sick in my life so I didn't think anything of it until I got morning sickness."

Dean looks at me sternly before standing back up. "And how long have you known?"

"Two months," I reply hesitantly.

Dean runs a hand through his hair, anger flashing through him. He picks up his beer and chucks it at a wall where nobody was seated. They screech in shock, watching it play out.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Dean asks.

"Have you forgot the note you left beside the bed?" I retort.

Dean groans, rubbing his face. I watch as he tries to control his anger.

"That's not just your child, Cass," Dean says. "It's ours."

Everyone gasps in response. My mouth drops open at the admittance. Then I get angry.

"So now you want me? Is that it?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "Because I'm having your child you finally decide to man up and take responsibility for your actions? Well, sorry. I'm not having it. You have always been a player and always been an assbutt. You don't deserve to be the father, because you don't mean it. You get pissed at me for keeping it a secret when you've kept us a secret for over three months."

Dean stands there, mouth agape. I bite my lip, thinking maybe I've went too far.

"You're right," Dean sighs. I disregard the whispers throughout The Roadhouse, and focus on Dean. "I don't deserve to be the father. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to change if it means I can be apart of their life. I know I don't deserve forgiveness. All I'm asking is that you think about it."

He turns to walk away. Quickly, I grab his shoulder and spin him around. "As long as you change," I agree.

Dean's face morphs into shock and happiness. He settles with a small grin before chuckling softly.

"Thank you, Cass. I promise I'll change," he says. Then he laughs softly, shaking his head. "I haven't even slept with anyone after you."

I look at him with shock. "Really?" I ask. He nods softly. "Then I guess you've already changed." A smile places itself on my face, mirroring his.

Then his face pales. He turns to his friends, who instantly stop their hushed conversation. Sam has sat back down at the booth, too.

"What do you guys have to say?" He asks them.

They look between us. Lisa is the first one to speak. "Since when have you been into guys?"

They all nod in agreement on the question. Dean looks to the ground before sighing. "It's just Cass," he admits.

"Can everybody keep silent about this?" I ask.

"Listen to him," Sam says. "You saw what happened when I threatened to tell Dean. Every time he does that, it hurts the baby."

Dean's hands ball into fists. "Don't even think about hurting our child. After Cass is done with you, I'll follow."

That seems to suffice them, as they quickly nod in reply.

•••

Everyone stayed true to their word. Dean and I kept our relationship private so nobody would suspect anything when they see my belly.

Ultimately, it was my decision. I didn't want to take any risks of his 'exes', if I can even call them that, ganging up on me.

Four months had passed. Everyone knows now, but they don't know who the father is.

~ Flashback ~

Hesitantly, I left my dorm. All eyes stopped on me, and stays on me the whole day.

After my classes are done, I walk back to my dorm building. I stop, seeing a huge crowd. One by one, they start to notice me.

A girl steps forward, causing me to step back a bit. "Are you pregnant?" She asks.

"So what if I am?" I retort.

"You're a guy. I bet it's just all of the food you shove into your fat body," she scoffs.

"He's not fat, Bela," Dean says, walking up from behind. I jump, startled at his presence. "Sam's known for months. Just ask him. It may seem unorthodox, but you can't change it."

"We can," she challenges, smirking at me.

"Back off," Charlie says, pushing her backwards. Suddenly, a whole bunch of people come from behind.

"You're not killing a child. No matter who the parents are," a random guy says.

"What, are you the father?" Bela scoffs.

"No, he's not," Dean says, clenching his fists and jaw.

"I suggest you take your crowd and back off before we single-handedly take you down. After all, we're the ones defending him. Yours is just assault," Sam says.

Bela huffs, walking off. The crowd follows her. I turn around, a smile on my face. "Thanks, everyone."

~ Present ~

Dean and I aren't together yet. The most we've done is hold hands. I can tell it's awkward for Dean, but I let him do as he pleases. He'll find his comfort zone.

I had just finished up my last class of the day. I walk to the quad, looking for Dean. A girl is almost pressed against Dean as he chuckles.

I walk over there, fuming. I grip his arm and turn him around. His eyes widen and fear flashes across his face.

"Cass, it's not what it looks like," Dean says. I glare.

"So, tonight at 8?" The girl asks.

"Like hell it isn't," I say sternly. I push him backwards. Luckily for him, a bench caught his fall. I notice that almost every student on campus is watching, but I don't care. "You told me you changed, Dean. I'm seven months along and you're out here picking up random chicks. I told you that you will be in his life, only if you changed your ways. Clearly, you haven't."

"Cass!" Dean says, grabbing my arms and pushing me into the bench next to him. He gets onto my lap, both legs on either side of me. He makes sure to be careful of my stomach, though. "Let me explain and I'll let you go."

I glare at him. "Stop with the childish antics, Dean."

"Just hear me out," he pleads. I nod, sighing. "She was coming onto me. I was trying to decline but she wouldn't stop. I laughed at how persistent she was. Cass, that child is as much mine as it is yours. I would never jeopardize being a father over having sex."

I bite my lip, looking behind Dean at the faces in the crowd. They started muttering amongst each other. By the shock on their faces, the news traveled fast.

"You're kidding me," the girl scoffs. "That's why you turn me down? Over some freak who can get pregnant, even though he's a guy?"

Dean is instantly glaring down at her. "What did you just say?" He asks.

"You want to be a father that bad, that you knock up some random dude?"

I break at that. I stand up and walk over to them. My eyes glow and I notice everything around me getting significantly brighter. All of a sudden, it dims. Everyone gasps for some reason. Dean looks over before doing a double take. He stares at something behind me.

I twist my head a bit and gasp at the sight. Full blown black wings, the size of an entire room, have sprouted from my back. I look back at the girl, staring threateningly.

Her face is just pure shock, though. "I am not just 'some guy'. I'm an Angel and I will not hesitate to wipe you off of the earth and send you to hell."

"Cassie!" Someone yells from behind. I turn around, gasping in shock. My whole entire family is there, along with Gabriel.

Gabriel walks up to me as my family stays a safe distance away. "You finally got your wings, huh?"

I furrow my brows and tilt my head. "I got mine around your age, Cassie. Figured they'd come in after you had him."

I roll my eyes, laughing softly. "Could've warned me, Gabe," I point out. He shrugs in response. I glance behind him at our family: Lucifer, Michael, Anna, Marv, Gadreel, Balthazar, Samandriel, Uriel, Raphael, Zachariah, Ezekiel, Rachel, and Hannah. Rachel and Marv are the people who adopted me and Gabriel.

Gabriel and I got adopted at the age of 15, after being in the foster care system for two years. We had witnessed my parents get stabbed in cold blood. I remember just crying for hours before either one of us had called the police. There was no point in it anyway. They were already dead, and by the time we got out of our frozen state, the attackers were gone. Our hands were covered with blood because we kept trying to heal their wounds.

Gabriel notices the sad look on my face. He always said it was a dead giveaway when I thought about my parents.

"I miss them too," Gabe admits.

"You do?" I ask, tears threatening to spill.

"They brought us together. It wasn't fair the way they passed away," Gabe says.

The family listened in silence. This is the first time that the two of us had talked about what happened.

"If I was quicker–"

"Don't even think about it," Gabriel warns. "They were murdered in front of our own eyes. There was nothing we could do."

I raise my hand, wiping away my tears. "They're my parents, Gabriel," I say, voice cracking. The tears won't stop.

Gabriel walks forward but Dean beats him to it. He wraps me in a tight embrace as I dig my hands into the fabric of his jacket. A soft kiss is placed to the top of my head.

We stay there for awhile, just hugging. I'm guessing most people went home. I don't care, though. I had more pressing matters at the time to worry about who was listening or watching.

Eventually, we pull away from each other. My siblings stare at me in confusion, still looking at my wings from time to time. Hesitantly, I walk over.

"Castiel," Marv says. I nod in reply. "Gabriel tells me you're pregnant by someone and won't tell him who?"

I laugh softly. "You can't figure it out?" I ask. Marv glared slightly, making me sigh. I look over to Dean, just now realizing that Gabriel is by my side. I give him an expectant look as he groans, walking over. I turn back to my family as a couple of them gawk at his features. "This is Dean."

"Wait, Dean?!" Gabriel asks, surprise evident and clear in his voice. "Is that why the whole school was crowding around you guys?"

"No," Dean says awkwardly. "Some girl wouldn't back off. Even after I kept telling her no."

"Lady problems?" Anna teases.

"It's just everyone has been trying to get with me since I got with Cass," he admits. I flush, smiling at the thought of Dean leaving that lifestyle behind.

"I don't approve," Gabe says suddenly. All eyes are now on him. I'm glaring, though. "Don't give me that crap, Cassie. Dean-o has been with countless loads of women. You really think he's going to stop that just to take care of a child?"

My wing knocks Gabriel off of his feet. I gaze at my wing, laughing softly. "Well this thing's got a mind of its own."

Everyone chuckles except Gabriel, who is still recovering from the blow. He huffs soon later. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime," I chirp, smirking softly.

Rachel clears her throat. All attention turns to her. "Are you treating him right?" She asks Dean.

"I'd like to think so," he chuckles.

"He is," I add.

"How far are you?" Hannah asks.

"Seven months," I reply.

"Why is this the first time we're hearing about this?" Marv asks accusingly.

I go to step forwards, but arms wrap around me. I glare at Dean, but he doesn't budge.

"Dean, let me go," I say sternly.

"You're gonna hurt him, and yourself," Dean points out.

Marv and Rachel, along with multiple siblings, walk away. All that's left is Lucifer, Anna, Gabriel, Ezekiel, Balthazar, Hannah, and Samandriel.

"He's such an ass," Gabriel scoffs.

"Obviously," Luci says. "You should've told us, Cassie. We had to find out from Gabriel."

"Why'd you tell them in the first place?" I ask Gabe.

"Well I saw Crowley threaten you yesterday so I left to go get them," Gabe says.

"What?" Dean asks sternly.

I turn around, removing Dean's arms. As I open my mouth to speak, Dean walks away. I follow him curiously. I hear my family's footsteps behind me. He rounds a corner and pushes someone against the wall.

"Dean!" I say sternly. I look at the person, backing up at the sight of Crowley.

"Hello, Squirrel," Crowley smirks. "Guessing Castiel told you about our little deal?"

Their eyes turn to me as I avert my gaze to the ground. "You made a deal with him?" Balthazar asks.

"It's not like I had a choice," I reply softly.

"What was the deal?" Dean asks sternly.

"I wouldn't hurt your precious baby, as long as Castiel works for me," Crowley says.

My family shoves me behind them. Samandriel and I watch as the scene unfolds.

"You're not hurting them," Ezekiel says.

Someone grabs me from behind, making me yelp. They pull me backwards. "Let go of me!" I screech.

All their eyes turn to me. Ezekiel and Hannah keep Crowley in place as the rest come over to me. But it's too late. I'm surrounded by multiple workers of Crowley.

As they close in, my Angel side takes over. I let out a glass-shattering scream. They let me go and everyone bends to the ground, covering their ears.

*Dean's POV*

The screaming stops. All of us stare at him in shock. I look at him in confusion. Since when did he have golden-glowing eyes?

"Holy shit!" Gabe says, getting up and walking over to Castiel. "Is it really you?" Castiel nods. "Dean, come over here." Hesitantly, I do. "The golden eyes, they're not Cassie."

"What? Then who is it?" I ask, looking at Castiel curiously.

"Your son," Gabriel says.

"I – I'm sorry if I hurt you. I had to protect him. He was going to get hurt," Castiel says, with a different voice.

My mouth drops as I stare in shock. "Is...is it really you?" I ask. He smiles, nodding. I furrow my brows. "You can talk?"

"Yes," he replies, then looks to the ground. "Castiel feels better. Goodbye."

"Wait!" But he's already gone. Castiel looks up, eyes back to blue. "Cass, you okay?"

He nods softly. "I'm sorry for hurting your ears," Castiel says.

*Castiel's POV*

Dean chuckles, shaking his head. "It's worth it. I got to talk to our son."

"You did?" I ask, my face lighting up.

"You didn't know?" He asks.

"No, I think I had passed out," I reply.

I take in my surroundings. The windows of nearby buildings had shattered. Crowley's people are still on the ground, he is too. My whole family is crouching on the ground, staring at me in shock and confusion.

I notice the whole campus looking out their windows, watching from afar. I turn back to the people on the floor.

One by one, I hold them against the wall with my angelic grace. My family gets behind me so they don't accidentally hit a wall.

"Cass!" Dean says sternly. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I'm not doing it alone," I tell him. "He's helping."

Dean looks at me with shock. "What?" He asks.

"Oh, he wants to kill them. After all, they tried to kill him," I say. I walk up to Crowley, glaring. "You're lucky he isn't born yet. He would wipe out this whole world in just a second if he needed to. He's more powerful than all Angels combined. If you threaten me, hurt me, or do so to anyone I care about, I will let him take over. Do you understand me?"

"Squirrel, get your boyfriend under control!" Crowley yells, fear in his voice.

I push him back even further, and the wall breaks. He falls to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Do you understand me?" I repeat.

"Yes, yes! I understand!"

"Mr. Novak!" The headmaster yells.

I'm in front of him within the next second. He stumbles backwards, cursing loudly.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You can not break school property," he says sternly.

I roll my eyes, turning back to the broken wall. Crowley crawls out of the hole before collapsing on the grass. I hold out my hand, watching as my vision changes. My son helps me put the wall back together, so I don't hurt myself. With reluctance, he heals Crowley and drops his minions.

I put my hand down as soon as it finishes. The wall looks brand new, already stuck together. I turn around to face the headmaster.

"You were saying?" I ask.

He stands there agape. "The windows," he points out.

A couple minutes later, they're as good as new. "Are you happy now?" I ask.

He clears his throat. "That'll be all." Then he walks away.

My family, and Dean, walks over. Dean pulls me away from my family before sighing.

"Cass," he says. "We've held this off for too long. We've known his gender for months and we still haven't given him a name."

"Jack," I reply instantly. "His name is Jack."

"What?" Dean asks. "Why Jack?"

"He told me that was his name. I thought it suited him even before he told me," I reply. "I had already thought of names."

"He talks to you?" Dean asks.

"Not usually, but yes," I reply.

"And you didn't bother to tell me?" His voice is full of hurt and a bit of anger.

"Woah, woah. What's going on here? Break it up!" Balthazar says, putting some distance between us. "What's the matter with you two? Your son is coming in two months. He doesn't need the two of you fighting. Now what's going on?"

"Jack talks to him," Dean says sternly.

"Jack?" Luci asks.

"Yeah, that's apparently his name," he scoffs. "How long have you known his gender, let alone his name?"

"I've known the gender for a month before you. The same day, I found out his name," I admit.

His face turns stern. "What else are you hiding from me?" Dean walks closer, glaring.

Before anyone can stop him, Jack takes over. I'm no longer in control. All I can do is watch.

"Don't speak to him that way," Jack says sternly.

Dean stops in his tracks. "Bring him back. This is between me and him," he says.

"You're fighting over me," Jack points out. "I will not have it. If you continue, after I'm born, I'll keep him there."

Dean's face morphs into confusion. "Keep him where?"

"You don't know?" Jack asks him.

"I don't know either, Jack," I say, but no words come out. He hears me, though.

"You need to listen next time, dad," he tells me. They watch in confusion. Jack sighs. "I'm talking to Castiel."

"What do you mean 'keep him away'?" Ezekiel asks.

"So none of you know?" Jack asks.

"You're kind of the first Nephilim in the world, Jack," I point out.

Jack looks at the ground in confusion. "I am?" He asks.

"You are what?" Hannah asks.

"The first Nephilim," Jack says.

"What's a Nephilim?" Luci asks.

"A hybrid," Gabriel tells them. "A mix between human and Angel."

"So I'm the first?" He repeats. Dean nods. He sighs. "Gabriel, Castiel's dorm. Each take half."

Gabriel nods. I watch as the two of them separate the family into two groups. "Everyone hold onto Jack. Everyone else, hold onto me."

They follow the command. In a split second, we're in my dorm.

"Oh my god!" Sam yells, jumping up from the couch.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean says. I laugh at how nonchalant he sounds.

Sam glances at me before furrowing his brows in confusion. "Why are his eyes golden and glowing? Does it have anything to do with whatever happened a little while ago? That was loud."

"I am sorry," Jack says. "They were about to hurt my dad. I had to protect him."

Sam looks at me in confusion. "What the hell?" He asks. He walks over, studying me curiously. "Cass?"

"That's Jack, not Castiel," Hannah says.

"Jack?" Sam asks.

"My son," Dean says, moving to stand next to me.

Jack smiles at Dean.

"Jack," I say.

"Yes, dad?" He asks.

"You can't call both of us dad," I point out.

"Why not?"

"Because it's too confusing," I reply. I take a deep breath before continuing. "Call me mom. I don't care. After all, I am the one having you."

Jack smiles. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"Of course," I tell him.

"Okay," he replies. He looks at my family before becoming confused. "Are you my aunts and uncles?"

They all smile, Sam looks left out. "Jack," I sigh. "Sam is too. He's Dean's brother."

"Oh," he says. He turns to Sam. "Sorry, Uncle Sam."

A smile forms on Sam's face. I see his eyes watering. "Are you okay!" Jack asks him.

Sam chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. "I'm just happy, Jack. I'm okay."

"Jack," Dean says softly. "Are you going to explain?"

"As long as you two stop fighting over me," Jack replies. "He was scared you'd leave. You can't blame him for that."

Dean looks to the ground, sighing. "I'm sorry, Cass," Dean admits.

"I am too," I reply, even if he can't hear me.

"He is too," Jack says for me. "Everybody take a seat, please."

They do. Jack brings my desk chair from the bedroom, to the living room. He places it where we can see everyone at once before sitting down.

"When I'm born, there's a possibility that he won't make it," Jack admits. My breathing hitches and my mind starts racing. His eyes start to glow, calming me down. I take deep breaths. "You're going to be okay, mom."

"Mom?" Dean asks.

"He pointed out I can't call both of you dad. Suggested 'mom' instead," Jack tells him.

"I don't know if I can do this," I admit.

"Mom, you're going to be okay. Uncle Gabriel is going to help you through it."

"I am?" Gabe asks. "Why would you do that?"

"Without you there's absolutely no chance he will survive," Jack tells him. "Unless you want him to die because of your foolishness, I suggest you help. Either way, you're coming with. You either watch or help."

"I don't have a medical degree," Gabe groans.

"Then find someone," Jack says. "You're there to heal his pain and help him through it. Not to cut him open."

Gabriel scrunches his face in disgust. "Fine."

Jack takes a deep breath. "In two months, I'm taking us to another continent. Isolated, far away from everyone. The process is painful and difficult. We can't have anyone interrupting."

"Why do we have to wait two months? Who knows how long you could do all this?" Ezekiel asks.

"Just because I can do all this does not mean I'm ready for my own vessel. If I were to come out now, I would only look about fifteen. I have to be at least twenty two."

Everyone looks confused. I show Jack my confusion as well.

"What do you mean?" Hannah asks.

"It's a complicated process. After I'm born, Gabriel and the doctor will leave me alone for awhile, in my own room in the house. During that time, I will change. I will no longer be a baby, I'll look 22. I will still have my own aging process, that doesn't need to be explained yet. It's very confusing."

"You could've warned us," Dean says.

"We already bought everything," I tell Jack.

"Oh," he says. "Sell it then. Use the new money."

"Isn't anyone creeped out how Jack will basically be Castiel's age?" Luci asks.

They nod in agreement. "Tell him that I said to shut up."

"Castiel says to shut up," Jack tells them. Dean, Sam, and Gabriel laugh. The rest of them look embarrassed. "If you have anymore questions, ask my mom. I'll communicate through him from now on. I'm not supposed to be talking to you all like this."

Then I regain control. I look at them with glowing blue eyes, that signal the switch between us. My eyes go back to normal.

I sigh, leaning back in the chair and closing my eyes. The phone rings. Sam picks it up. "Hello?" He asks. It's silent for a moment. "Uh...Cass, it's for you."

I furrow my brows, tilting my head. He hands me the phone and I put it to my ear. "Hello?" I ask.

"Is this Castiel Novak?" A woman asks.

"Yes. May I ask who I'm speaking with?"

"Hold on, let me transfer you to the other line," she says. I groan, hearing the music play through the phone.

Not a moment later, I hear a man speaking. "Is this Castiel Novak?"

"We already established this," I point out. "Who are you?"

"President Dick Roman," he says.

"Excuse me?" I ask. "And why would the President want to speak to me?"

They mutter amongst themselves. "He's bad, mom. Don't trust him," Jack warns me.

"Are you in your dorm?" He asks. "I need to speak with you."

"Yes, I am. If you need to speak with me, go ahead and speak," I tell him.

"In person," he adds. "How fast can you get here?"

"Where do I need to go?" I ask, standing up.

"Come alone. I'm at the White House. The guards will let you in."

"No to both of them. I'm bringing Dean and Gabriel. Surely, you've heard of them," I reply.

"Yes, I have. Gabriel is your brother and Dean is your boyfriend," he says.

I clench my jaw, balling my fists. I walk to the door before stopping. "He's not my boyfriend. Now you either let them come with me or I don't come at all."

"Fine. When will you be arriving?" He asks.

"One minute," I reply.

I hang up, pulling Dean to his feet before bringing him to Gabriel. I pull Gabriel to his feet before using Jack's help to get inside the White House.

The President is sitting in the living room, where we coincidentally landed. I let go of them before walking up to him.

He looks up in shock. "How did you get in?" He asks. "Nobody informed me you were outside."

"I never went outside," I retort. "What do you want?"

"Take a seat," President Roman says, gesturing to the chairs. Dean and I sit on the loveseat as Gabriel sits in a chair. "We've been getting dozens of calls from your college. Professors, students, the headmaster, visitors, they all called. All we know is there was a high pitched screech, breaking the windows of many of the buildings. You had shoved a kid through a cement wall and then proceeded to rebuild the windows and wall from a long distance. They reported seeing glowing golden eyes and a bright light. We thought they were prank calls, until we received numerous videos. None of which, were faked. We consider you a threat to national security."

Suddenly, I'm tugged to my feet. I glance around me, seeing guns pointing at me from all directions.

They cuff my hands behind my back as I try to keep Jack from taking over again.

"Gabriel, take Dean and leave," I tell him. "Please. I don't want him to kill either of you on accident."

"No!" Dean says sternly. "Jack, listen to me. Stay there and let Castiel take care of this himself."

"They can't kill us," Jack points out. "You can't hold me much longer, mom. Get them out of here."

"Gabriel, Dean, go! I can't control him for much longer. They can't kill us. But they can still kill you."

"Sit down, all of you. Guns away for now," Mr. Roman orders. The guard pushes me onto the couch roughly, keeping a tight grip on my arm. "Mr. Novak, so you have multiple personalities?"

"No!" I say sternly.

"Then who is Jack? I'd assume he's your son, since you're pregnant, but he's not even born yet."

"Jack is our son," I say, looking over at Dean. He smiles at me softly. I avert my gaze, going back to the President. "You have no clue what I am, or what Jack is. You cannot make any assumptions based on your previous knowledge."

"I'm breaking out of these cuffs," Jack tells me.

I shut my eyes so nobody sees the glow. My skin burns up and the guard lets go. I quickly get up before Jack accidentally burns the couch.

"Jack, I told you no," I say sternly, looking at my stomach. The cuffs melt away, so I put my hands on my stomach before sitting back down. "You need to listen to your father and I. Unless we are in immediate danger, you do not take control."

"He is using you, mom," Jack says.

"Who is?" I ask.

"The President! He wants to use us as his fighting machines. He wants to take away our grace and put it into himself."

My eyes open wide as I look at the President. I glare at him sternly. "No," I say harshly.

"No?" He asks.

"You're not taking my grace for yourself. You'll be dead before you even get close to me. Any one of your men tries to approach me and he will kill them on the spot."

He stares at me, mouth agape. President Roman quickly wipes the shock off his face before glaring.

"Do it," he says.

My hand flies to the side, pointing to the opposite direction. Quickly, I look to the wall I had pointed to. A bullet is lodged into the side of it.

I turn back to the President before standing up. "You tried to kill me," I say.

"He tried to kill dad," Jack corrects.

I glare at him, taking a deep breath. "This is why I told you to leave, Dean. He tried to shoot you," I say.

"You turned a bullet in midair," President Roman says, staring at the wall in shock.

"That was Jack," I tell him. "I told you not to try anything."

I turn to the side where the bullet came from. I notice one guard that stands out from the rest. It looks as if his gun is nowhere to be seen, meanwhile the rest of them have their guns on the ground. I walk over to the guard, pulling him into his feet.

"Don't touch him," another guard says weakly.

"He shouldn't have tried killing Dean," I retort. I pull the guard to the couch, pushing him onto the couch next to the President. "Either of you have anything you want to say?"

"I – I didn't want to shoot him, I swear," the guard pleads. "He ordered me. I can't lose my job."

"Well now you're going to lose your life. Does that sound any better?" I ask sarcastically.

"Don't," President Roman warns.

"Jack, I'm bringing you out. Do not do anything without my permission," I tell him.

"Fine," he grunts.

My eyes glow blue before they turn golden. Jack looks at President Roman, whose jaw is wide open and eyes are bulged out.

"Jack," Dean says. Jack looks over. "Listen to Castiel. Remember, there's still two months left. Do you want him to be mad at you?"

"No," Jack sighs. "I'll listen." He turns back to the President. "Hello."

"Uh...hi," he says hesitantly. "You're their...son? You're not even born."

"I am their son. I've been taking care of my mom and dad ever since they made me," Jack says.

I wince at the awkward wording. "Jack, just talk to him. Send the guard to a random continent."

Jack looks at the guard. "Where would you like to go?" He asks.

"What?" The guard asks.

"Which continent would you like to go to?" Jack rephrased.

"No! His most hated continent, Jack. This is supposed to be punishment," I remind him.

"I meant, what's your least favorite continent? I'll send you to any one besides that one," Jack says.

"Lying isn't good, Jack. Especially with friends. I'll let you slide this time," I sigh.

"Mexico. I can't understand Spanish for the life of me," the guard replies.

Jack leans forward, pressing two fingers to his forehead. Then the guard disappears. Jack takes a seat next to Dean so he's no longer close to the President.

"Why do your eyes glow? And how did you stop that bullet? What are you?" The President asks.

"Tell him," I say.

Jack sighs. "I'm a Nephilim. A hybrid between an Angel and a human. My dad, the human. The Angel, my mom."

Dean clears his throat. "He means Castiel is an Angel."

Jack nods. "I know you're plotting to strike again, so I'll give you one last chance. Stay away from me, my family, and their friends, along with everyone associated with them. If you even take a picture of any of us, this will happen."

Jack gestures to the empty spot on the couch. A deeply charred body is now sitting there, intact. The President jumps up, backing away.

"Jack! Send that body back to wherever you got it," I demand.

"You're no fun," Jack groans. He gestures again and it's gone. "It was just a demonstration."

"I'm guessing there's no way to win against you?" President Roman asks.

"Not even God himself could defeat me in this vessel," Jack says.

"What about when you're born?" President Roman asks.

"It's God, there's a slim chance, but I guess it's possible," Jack shrugs.

"We're leaving," Jack says, standing up. "Uncle Gabriel, can you take dad home? I'd like to have a quick word alone."

Gabriel nods. "Everyone's still at your dorm, Cassie. I'll see you there."

He walks over to Dean before they disappear. The President stares at Dean's vacated spot.

"Gabriel is too?" He asks.

"Don't even think about it," Jack warns. "I will come after you personally if you try to hurt us in any way. Stay out of our lives or I'll kill you slowly and painfully before sending you to Hell to be tortured for all eternity." He turns to the camera, that I didn't even notice I was there. "I'd tell you to not upload that whole thing, but I know you already did."

One by one, all electronics and cameras break and crack into pieces. Then we're back in the dorm.

My eyes flash back to blue before dimming to my regular eye color. I notice everyone staring at the TV, so I turn to face it.

It was apparently broadcasting live to TV stations, and probably more. I turn back to everyone, seeing them stare at me in shock.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hey, Cass," Dean says, smiling.

"Hello, Dean," I reply. "I did not realize there were cameras filming us. Jack, did you know the whole time?"

"Yes," he says.

"You should've told me," I sigh. "That was a highly private meeting and there should've been no recordings whatsoever."

"I'm sorry, mom," Jack says.

I sigh, sitting on a chair. "It's okay, baby. I'm not blaming you. You're still learning."

"Can we get some food?" Jack asks.

I chuckle softly. "Sure, what do you want?"

"Can we go to The Roadhouse? It's the place dad found out about me."

"I like your reasoning," I chuckle. I carefully stand up before walking to the door. I look back, seeing everyone still staring at me. "You coming? We're going to The Roadhouse."

We all exit my dorm. The whole building is deserted. As I step outside, Jack turns my body. I stop in my tracks.

"Just walk in that direction. You'll see where everyone is at. You need to see this," Jack says. "Just don't freak out. I'm already furious."

I groan, walking to the building he had me facing to. The lights are on. It's the only building big enough to hold the whole school in one room. It's used for graduations mostly.

As I open the doors, I notice everyone was following me. The whole place goes dead silent.

I glance around the room, taking note f everyone who is there. Everyone except Sam and Dean's friends are in here. My parents and other siblings, besides the ones that are behind me, are even there amongst the crowd.

"Why does this day hate me?" I ask rhetorically. All eyes are on me. I notice the shock on their faces, as everyone has a cup of alcohol in their hands. They were clearly celebrating getting rid of me. "What is this?"

I already know what it is, but I want to see who will reply first. Nobody does. Gabriel clears his throat. "He asked you all a question. I suggest you answer it."

Everyone talks at once. I hold up my hand, making it go dead silent. Their mouths are still moving, but no sounds come out.

"You," I say, pointing to a kid in the middle of the crowd. People around him try to talk, to no avail.

"Me?" He asks. He looks around in shock.

"Obviously, you. You're the only one out of this whole place that can talk," I retort.

"We were having a retirement party for the headmaster," he replies.

I point to a place on the ground that's only a couple feet away from me. He helps as instantly stands in the new spot.

"You should know better than to lie to me," I say harshly.

His face turns to fear. "We were celebrating you leaving," he admits.

"There's the truth," I say sarcastically. "Just tell me that instead of lying. From what I hear, every single one of you made calls about me. Some of you even took videos. Everyone who took a video, even if you didn't send it, step forward."

I put my hand down, but it still stays silent. I can feel the tension in the room. I look back to the door behind me, seeing everybody inside. I wave my hand and the door slams shut. I lock all of the doors with one quick movement.

"You can't trap us in here!" A girl from the back shouts.

"You tried to get me killed. I think getting locked in here for a couple hours is better than me bringing your families here and killing them in front of you. I think that's too dramatic. You'll survive in here for a couple hours," I retort.

Then I notice, nobody has stepped forward. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

"What will you do to us?" Another girl asks.

"If none of you want to step forward, hand me your phones," I tell them, disregarding her question. They mutter amongst the crowd before seventeen people step forward. "All of you sent videos?" They nod. "Did any of you hear anything?"

"Just the high pitched ringing," a guy informs me. The others mutter in agreement.

I decide to quiz them. "What's my sons name?"

Their faces show pure shock and confusion. Well, all except one of them. I recognize him as one of Crowley's goons.

Coincidentally, he wasn't with the rest of them when they tried to attack me. I gesture for him to come closer.

"Yes?" He asks hesitantly.

"What's my sons name?" I repeat.

"I...I don't know," he lies.

I lean down and swiftly pull one of his legs from underneath him. He falls on his ass in shock. He groans in pain.

"If you don't want anything worse to happen, I suggest you answer truthfully," I tell him.

"It's Jack," he groans.

"Guess how I knew?" I ask. He looks at me in confusion. "You work for Crowley McLeod. Him and his henchman tried to attack me today, but everybody here knows that. Your face gave it away, too. You can't lie to me."

"I think you broke my leg," he groans.

I roll my eyes, bending down to his height. My eyes glow blue and I look to his leg. I sigh when I realize I accidentally dislocated his leg. My eyes turn back to normal and I look into his.

"This will hurt," I warn.

I bring my hand to his leg, but he quickly grips my arm. "Wait! Don't! Forget about it!"

I shove his arm away before snapping his leg back into position. To heal the pain, light illuminates from my palm to his leg. He groans in pain, gripping his jacket to keep from pushing me away. Soon enough, I finish. The light goes away and he stops wincing.

"You...you healed me," he says in shock.

"I healed Crowley too, after shoving him through a wall," I point out. "I'm not a bad person. I don't kill people. If I hurt someone, I make sure they walk away without any pain."

I try to stand up, groaning in annoyance. Dean rushes over to me and grabs one of my hands. He helps me to my feet.

"You okay?" He asks me.

"Damn you, Jack. Soon enough I'll be struggling to get out of bed because of you," I say.

"Sorry, mom. Just two more months," Jack says.

"Yeah, and then I gotta work off the extra fat you left on me," I retort.

"That won't take that long," Jack says.

"You're just a child, Jack," I say, glaring at my stomach as one hand rests against it. "Just because you say it won't take long doesn't mean it's true."

"Are you...having an imaginary conversation with your unborn child?" Rachel asks.

I turn to her and glare. "Just because you adopted me and Gabriel doesn't give you the right to treat me horribly."

"You've given them, especially Castiel, bullshit ever since you got them," Luci says, walking to stand next to me. Everyone behind me follows.

"You can't expect him to just be your slave and come at every beck and call," Ezekiel says.

"We're tired of you treating him like crap," Hannah adds. "And don't think we don't know about the abuse. Especially from you, brothers."

"We always had to distract you so you would stay away," Samandriel says.

"I got it bad, but Cassie didn't deserve any of it. I was the one playing tricks and defying all the rules. Yet he was the one who got the brunt of everything," Gabriel says.

"Even after watching my own parents get murdered in front of my eyes, I put up will everything you put me through," I say. "You should be lucky you're even alive."

"At least I didn't talk to an unborn child and pretend I was having a conversation," Rachel retorts.

Dean puts a hand on my arm. My body tenses and I feel Jack getting angry. "Let me out," he demands.

"Jack, no," Dean says. "You've already been out numerous times today. It's not good for you to do this all the time."

"After tonight, I'll only come out if you're in danger. Please, just one more time," Jack begs.

"Jack, your dad said no," I say sternly, glaring at my stomach. "You will listen to him like you listened to me at the White House."

"You went to the White House?" Uriel asks.

"Yeah," I reply dryly. "So did Dean and Gabriel. Surprised you haven't seen it yet."

As the video pops up onto the wall behind the stage, I realize there was a projector. I hadn't even seen it.

After a minute of watching, I turn it off from my spot. The video had stopped when the guards had put away their guns.

"Do you have, like, an alter ego?" A guy asks.

"As was stated before, Jack is my son. He is not my alternate ego. I don't even have one," I tell them.

"That's impossible," someone says. "You're lying."

"Let me show them," Jack says.

I sigh, looking over at Dean. "I'm letting him out, Dean."

"Cass, are you sure?" He asks.

"He's our son, Dean. He said he won't come out until after he's born unless we're in danger. As long as I let him out now, that's the deal," I tell him.

Dean's concern turns to sadness. "He'll still talk to you, right? I can talk to him that way?"

"Of course I will," Jack replies.

I nod. "Let him out then," Dean says.

I walk through the crowd to my family. People give me distance even after arriving in front of them.

"You're going to meet Jack," I tell them. "I give him permission to hit you if you act out."

My eyes shift from blue to brown as they glow. I hear everyone gasp and watch as my family looks at me in shock.

A hand is placed on my shoulder. I laugh as Jack jumps in surprise. He looks behind and I see everybody had followed me. Dean was the one who had his hand on my shoulder.

Jack smiles at Dean. "Are you feeling okay?" Jack asks. "I mean, you did get shot at."

Dean chuckles, nodding softly. "I'm okay, Jack. You diverted it at the right time," he replies.

"This is obviously just Castiel playing a trick on us," Michael says.

"Dad," Jack says. "I don't want to hurt them."

Dean laughs, shrugging his shoulders. "If Castiel says it's okay, I'll agree to it. It's his family."

Jack sighs, turning back to the family. "My name is Jack..." he trails off, not knowing what to say for his last time.

I take a deep breath. "Jack Winchester," I tell him.

A smile forms on my face, showing Jack's happiness. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jack. I'm barely a Novak anyway," I point out.

Jack chuckles. "Okay, mom," he says. He looks at Marv before glaring. "My name is Jack Winchester. I am not a Novak, therefore I will not hesitate to hurt you if you endanger any of us."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean and Sam smile, their eyes watering.

"Castiel is a Novak," Marv says, gritting his teeth. "Stop playing around with us."

"My name is Jack Winchester," Jack says, eyes glowing brighter. "I am a Winchester no matter what you say. The way you're talking about my mom stops now."

I'd try and stop him, but honestly I'm enjoying watching this play out. The family in front of me starts to glare at my stomach.

Marv goes to hit my stomach, but Jack grabs his arm in a swift movement.

"Just because you're pregnant you think you can trick us?" He asks.

"My name is Jack Winchester!" He yells, grabbing Marv's arm with one hand while breaking his wrist with the other. "I will not tell you again. This is no trick. You're just too close-minded to realize that not everything is as it seems."

The whole room gasps suddenly. "Jack!" Dean yells. Jack looks over in confusion. I groan when I see my wings are back. "The wings need to go away."

"I...I don't know how," Jack admits.

Suddenly, they fold against each other, pressed against the fabric of my baggy shirt. They're still there, though. I know that for a fact.

Jack lets go of Marv and he yelps at the pain. He turns to face Marv again.

"You broke my arm you piece of shit!" Marv yells.

Sam and Gabriel hold back Dean from charging forwards. Dean starts yelling loudly at him, but I tune it out.

"It's a broken wrist," Jack corrects. "And if you listened, your wrist wouldn't be broken. You tried to kill me. Well, you can't kill a Nephilim, at least of my knowledge. At least no human can kill one. One thing you should know about me, is that I am very protective over my family."

"What the hell is a Nephilim?" Rachel asks.

"A child between an Angel and a human," Lucifer says.

"And that'd make Castiel an Angel? That's why he had wings? I don't buy it," Michael says.

"There's nothing for you to 'buy'," Ezekiel retorts. "It's true whether you believe it or not."

"I will make the same promise with you that I made with President Roman," Jack says. "If you even go near, take a picture, stalk, or look in my family's way, I will come after you personally and burn you to a crisp. That goes for anyone affiliated with my family, too."

"Jack!" Dean shouts. Jack looks over in confusion. "Don't you dare bring back that body. I don't care if it's a demonstration, you don't move a corpse. It's disrespectful."

Jack looks to the ground, sighing. "Sorry, dad," he says, voice small. "I'm still learning."

Sam and Gabriel let go of him, so he walks over. He places his hands on my shoulders.

"I know, Jack. I just didn't want to take any chances. You already put it in front of the President, and on the web. I wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. I'm not upset with you," Dean says. "I'm proud of you, actually. You've saved our lives numerous times and you aren't even born yet."

We laugh softly. "Should I bring mom back?" Jack asks.

Dean sighs, looking to the ground. "I don't want you to go," he admits.

"Dad," Jack sighs. Dean meets his gaze. "It's only two months. You'll still be able to talk to me through mom. After two months, I'll have my own vessel. You can talk to me and mom at the same time."

Dean smiles, hugging Jack tightly. Jack hugs back before my eyes flicker back to blue.

Dean pulls away, a sad smile on his face when he sees my eyes. "Dean," I say softly. I put my hand under his chin after he looks to the ground. "Jack isn't supposed to have a vessel until he's born. We're lucky to have spent today with him like that."

Dean laughs softly, nodding. I notice tears in his eyes. One slips down his face, but I wipe it with my thumb.

"Has it really not even been a day?" Dean asks, voice weak and hushed.

"It's been a long day, Dean. Jack saved our lives. I know you miss him, but he's still right here," I say softly, grabbing his left hand and placing it on my stomach. I let my hand rest on top of his.

It's the first time Dean has had his hand on my stomach. He was always afraid of accidentally hurting Jack, or thought it was too intimate.

I watch as his face morphs to shock. I almost remove my hand off of his, but then his shock fades and he smiles.

We both gasp as I feel a kick. The both of us smile.

"Why are you kicking?" I ask Jack, laughing softly.

"It's the first time, I had to make it special somehow," Jack says.

I can't help the smile and laugh that follows. "If that's how you live your life, then we're gonna be in for a wild ride."

"What'd he say?" Dean asks.

"He said he wanted to make it special," I tell him. "After all, you've known for four months and this is the first time you did this."

Dean laughs softly. "I didn't know if you'd be comfortable with it, Cass," he admits.

"Dean," I start. "Even Sam has done it. Hell, he was the second person to do it. Well, first if you don't count Gabriel."

"Hey!" Gabe whines.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. Dean looks over at Sam with confusion. "You have?" He asks.

"Of course, Dean. I'm just surprised you haven't," Sam says. "Who do you think helps Cass all the time? Gabriel isn't there most of the time."

"Again, hey!" Gabe whines.

"Shut up, Gabe," I groan. Dean looks back into my eyes. I notice the guilt. "Dean, don't blame yourself. You didn't know."

Jack starts kicking again. I laugh softly when Dean's facial expression does a complete one-eighty. Jack doesn't stop kicking.

"Jack, that's too much," I say, laughing. He stops. Then a moment later, a single kick comes. "I swear you're gonna be a devil child."

"We'll love him either way," Dean says.

•••

The next two months went by hectically. Dean and I had to sell everything we bought for Jack and buy something new.

Dean and my siblings have been keeping a secret from me. Well, everyone has been. Jack is even in the dark about it. They've been very secretive.

When the time for Jack comes, I quickly grabbed Gabriel and the doctor before we fled to another continent.

It's now a day after Jack was born. I don't remember much from yesterday.

I wake up, seeing Gabriel in a seat next to the bed I'm on.

"Where am I?" I ask.

Gabriel looks at me in shock and confusion. "You don't know?"

"The last thing I remember is coming here," I reply. "Where is Jack?"

"He's been alone in his room ever since. I laid out a couple pairs of clothes for him to choose from. Hopefully he's right and we didn't get rid of everything for nothing," Gabe says.

"He better be right or I'm gonna be pissed at him," I say, glaring at the only door in the room.

I try to get off the bed, but I stop midway. I groan in pain, putting a hand on my stomach before groaning again.

Gabe is instantly by my side, laying me back down on the bed. "Don't get up," he says.

I furrow my brows in confusion before looking down at my stomach. It's somehow flat.

"Gabriel, how is it flat?" I ask.

"Who knows anymore?" He asks rhetorically. "It's not like this is a conventional childbirth, Cassie."

He walks to the door, opening it and walking out. I hear him knock on something before speaking. "Jack, he's awake if you want to see him. Just warning you, he's in a lot of pain."

Then Gabriel walks back to his seat. I put my hands behind my head and sigh.

I hear a knock on the door, so I look over. My jaw drops at the sight.

"Hello," he says.

My eyes water and a tear falls down my face. He furrows his brows in confusion before bending down next to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, sounding concerned.

I reach up, putting my hand on his cheek. "Jack..?" I ask.

"Yes."

A smile forms on my face as tears continue falling. "You look so grown up already," I point out.

He smiles, wiping away my tears. "Can we see dad?" He asks.

"He's still in a lot of pain, Jack," Gabriel reminds him.

"Dean must be worried, Gabe," I reply. "It's been four days. It's been four days, right?"

"Yes," Gabe says.

I sigh, leaning my head back into the pillow. Jack holds out his hand over my stomach before healing me. I groan in pain, quickly moving my hands to grip the sheets.

Thankfully, it ends. "I'm sorry," Jack says. "I had to heal you since Uncle Gabriel couldn't do everything. Some of it could only be healed by me. Your pain should be minimal now."

I look at him warily before slowly sitting up. I sigh in relief, not feeling any pain.

"Thank you," I tell him.

He smiles. "Are we ready to go?" He asks.

I stand up, so does Gabriel. Gabriel goes back by himself, so I stop Jack. He looks at me in confusion.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. A few moments later, we pull away.

"Be nice for Dean, okay?" I ask.

He nods. "I should warn you. Please don't use any of your grace until you're back to normal. Just because you look and feel healthy doesn't mean that you are."

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"If you use your grace, you take a risk at dying. You made it out alive, but your grace has to replenish before you go and use it again," he tells me.

"And how long will that take?" I ask.

He looks to the ground, frowning. "I'm not sure. I will keep you informed."

I sigh. He places his hand on my shoulder, and we're at the dorm. We look around, noticing it's completely empty. We had agreed to meet here, though.

My eyes stop on the coffee table, seeing a bright yellow sticky note. I walk over, picking it up.

I read the note before handing it to Jack. It said to meet outside of an address.

Jack puts his hand on my shoulder. Instantly, we're outside of a huge house. It looks more like a mansion. I furrow my brows as I hear shouting from inside.

"Jack, stay here. I'll come get you when everybody is calmed down," I say.

"Mom," he sighs. "I want to see dad."

"You will, I swear. Just give us a couple minutes," I promise.

He sighs, nodding. I walk up to the mansion and quietly open the door. My eyes widen as I realize who are fighting.

"Just take me to them!" Dean shouts.

"Calm down!" Sam yells.

"Not yet!" Gabriel replies loudly.

"I need to see Cass! I need to know he's okay!" Dean yells.

My family is in the room in front of me. Sam and Lucifer hold back Dean so he can't charge at Gabriel.

I slam the door shut, leaning my back against it and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Are you done fighting?" I ask.

The room goes dead silent. They lose their grip on Dean and he instantly runs over to me. His arms wrap around me tightly. I feel something wet on my shoulder before realizing that Dean is crying.

"Oh, god. I thought you didn't make it," he cries. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

"You would still be a father," I tell him softly. "You would take care of Jack, whether I was here or not."

I go to pull away, but he tightens his grip. "Just a little longer," he pleads. "I don't want to let go."

I chuckle softly. "Okay, Dean," I reply. I lay my head on his chest before sighing. "I'm fine, Dean. Jack and Gabriel helped me through it. I don't feel any pain, I swear."

Dean pulls back, face only a couple inches away from mine. I see a look in his expression I can't quite place. I know I've seen it before, though.

"None at all?" He asks, whispering. I nod in reply.

With one swift movement, his lips connect with mine. I feel my breathing hitch and my eyes flutter shut. My hands involuntarily make their way around his body, tangling my hands into his hair.

I disregard everyone in the room, all of my attention focused on Dean. He tugs on my bottom lip softly before pulling back.

And now I understand the expression. It was lust. But this time, it was mixed with adoration and care. Unlike last time, when Dean's gaze was just lust, because he was drunk. Then again, it was nine months ago.

My breathing is heavy, as is his. His pupils are dilated. And now I notice another expression. Except this time, it's nothing like I've ever seen before. I don't know how to describe it.

I gasp softly, clearing my throat. "Dean, he's still outside," I point out.

Both of us quickly pull away before opening the door. Even though he looks grown up, we don't even know how he acts yet.

We walk over to him. His back is to us as he watches the cars pass by on the street. Dean looks at me with confusion, gesturing to Jack.

I slap him softly, making him grunt. Jack turns around, face lighting up at the sight of us.

"Oh, good. I was worried I'd be stuck out here," Jack says.

I sigh, looking over at Dean. His face still looks confused but his eyes are watering either way.

"Dean," I say sternly. "He told you how grown up he would be. Stop looking at him like he's some sort of alien."

"It's just not how I pictured him, Cass," Dean admits, turning to face me. "I mean, he's probably not even two days old yet and he looks our age. How the hell are we supposed to take care of him if we can't even have a proper relationship?"

"That's your fault, Dean," I point out. "You were the one who used me, like you used all of those girls. You forgot the condom. You got me pregnant and you're the one who wanted nothing to do with me. I thought you liked me, Dean. But, I guess I was wrong. You were the one who fucked it up so badly that I can hardly stand to look at you right now!"

"Stop!" Jack demands, voice stern and authoritative. "It's only been a day, and you two can't even act civilized. You haven't even been here for an hour. I'm tired of you two always fighting. Now, I may be your son, but that just probably gives me all the more reason to say this. Stop acting like you're the children. You two are worried I'm not going to turn out okay? Well, you should know that children take after their parents. I want to be like you two, just without all the fighting. I'm not going to deal with this. Either clean up your act and talk it out privately, or I will force you two to separate. I will not stand by and watch as my parents ruin their own lives because of me."

I look to the ground, sighing. "Thank you, Jack," I reply. "We'll talk it out. I swear." Dean looks shocked at my response. I shoot him a glare. "Just listen to him unless you never want to be in his life again."

He nods his head. "Let's go, Cass," he sighs. "Jack, come on inside. I'm sure your aunts and uncles would like to officially meet you."

Dean leads me to the steps as Jack walks to the family. I take in the surroundings with confusion. Whose house is this? He opens a bedroom before we both enter. He turns the lock before joining me on the bed.

Both of us sit against the headboard, taking in the silence. Neither of us wanted to go first.

"Dean–"

"Cass, don't even think about it," he says, glaring. "You were right. All of this, it's my fault. I've known it ever since I found out."

"Dean, do you really think we'll be bad parents?" I ask hesitantly.

"Cass," he sighs. "I didn't mean it like that, okay? I'm still in shock. He's completely grown up."

"At least we get to skip all the diaper changes," I point out, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughs, nodding. "Yeah, you're right."

"Dean, why did you kiss me?" I ask.

Dean sighs before meeting my gaze. "I want to be with you, Cass. And not because we have Jack."

"Are you...asking me out? Like, for real, this time?" I ask. Dean nods. "Yes."

Dean pulls me into a soft kiss before pulling away. "We should probably head back."

"Wait, Dean," I say. "Why are we in a mansion?"

"It's ours, Cass," he replies, walking to the door. "For all of us. Our siblings, too."

"What about our dorms?" I ask, following him out the door.

"Talked to the headmaster. They're vacant as of tomorrow. We were planning of going back to the dorms and emptying them out," he says.

"Dean, who did you room with?" I ask.

"Some kid named Kevin Tran," Dean shrugs.

I nod. We make it back to the living room and see everyone crowding around Jack as he tells a story. We walk over.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Cassie, did you seriously sneak into a supermarket to get ice cream at 2am?" Luci asks.

My eyes widen and my face flushes. "Don't blame me. I was hungry and none of the shops were open."

"When did that happen?" Sam asks.

"A couple weeks ago," I admit. "Jack, how much did you tell them about that night?"

"I didn't tell them, if that's what you're asking," Jack says.

"Wait, what happened?" Dean asks.

I take a seat on the couch, Jack on one side and Dean on the other. I delve into the story.

~ Flashback ~

I walk back towards campus, the three tubs of ice cream in my arms. Suddenly, someone grabs my right arm. He stands on my left side, with a gun pressed against my back.

"If you want to live, come with me," he demands.

I nod nervously. I notice Jack is getting agitated. The lights on this entire street are out. The only reason I can see, is because of Jack. I wouldn't be surprised if they had no clue what I was.

Ever since the video with the President was released, people avoided me like the plague. He might not even realize I'm pregnant.

He halts to a stop before opening a metal door and shoving me inside. I hold out my hands as I fall to the ground. I back up, sitting against a wall.

Then I notice that there's five other guys. "Where'd he go?" asks the guy who took me.

"That was your job, Damien. You brought them here," a stern voice replies.

"Shut up, Lukas," Damien mutters. "I got someone. I did what you asked. Let my family go."

"Who did you get?" Lukas asks.

"I don't know, it was dark," Damien says. "I got someone. You didn't say who."

"Xavier, the lights," Lukas orders.

A man walks across the room, a couple feet away from me. He flips the switch on before his gaze stops on me.

"You've got to be kidding me," Xavier scoffs. "Out of all the people, you had to grab the one person who we can't do anything to."

"Damien," I say sternly. "Come over here." He starts to walk, but Lukas holds him back. I grab onto something nearby, pulling myself to my feet. "I suggest you let him go."

"And why would I do that? He's my leverage," Lukas points out.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask.

Nobody except Xavier nods. He groans. "This is the dude who legit turned a bullet midair."

"That's impossible," Lukas scoffs. "Henry."

I hear a gunshot go off. My hand flies up and I direct the bullet into a different direction. It nicks Lukas' arm and he helps.

"Would you like to try again?" I ask. "Damien, come here now."

Lukas lets go of Damien, putting his hand over the graze. I walk to Lukas, who backs up. Soon enough, he's pressed against the wall. I hold my hand out, trying to heal.

"No," Jack says.

"Jack, you will listen to me," I say sternly. "If you do this, I might let you out. I know how much you hate these people."

So, Jack listens. The wound heals as if it never happened. Lukas looks at me in shock. "Who are you talking to?"

"My son," I retort. "You endanger me one more time and he will not hesitate to kill you."

"That's impossible," a male says, whom I don't recognize.

I walk over to the door, gesturing for Damien to follow. "I'm not going to explain something that doesn't matter to you. Don't follow us, and leave us alone."

Then I stop. "We need the location," Jack points out. I walk back to Lukas.

"The address," I demand.

"No," he says sternly.

"Go, Jack," I say.

My eyes turn golden and wings sprout from my back. They knock over the others.

"Tell me the address," Jack demands.

"I'm not afraid of you," Lukas replies.

"Do it," I tell him.

Jack turns around, grabbing a guys arm. He had a knife in his hand and was inches away from stabbing me. I feel my skin burning before the guy screams. He erupts into flames.

Jack turns back to Lukas, whose face is full of fear. He tells me the address. Jack walks over to Damien before putting a hand on his shoulder. Instantly, we're inside the building.

The guards charge forward but I hold out my hand. It's like time stops.

They fly backwards, falling to the ground. "Woah," Damien says. We follow the sound of his families cries.

We went across the whole entire building. On the way there, Jack had knocked out seven more people.

We enter the room and I see three people tied with chains. "Jack, you need to be careful. You need to burn through the chains without hurting them," I tell him.

"Okay," he says.

"What?" Damien asks. Then he walks over to one of the men chained. He bends down, sighing. "There's a lock. We need a key."

"No, we don't," Jack says. He walks over to Damien, bending down. The man screams through the gag, trying to back away. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Jack takes the lock into his hands before melting the metal in his hands. The chains fall to the ground, so he moves to the chained feet. A few moments later, all three of them are free. Damien had to help me get to each person because of my stomach, but other than that, there were no complications.

The family hugs each other tightly. When they pull away, Damien walks over to me.

"Thank you..." he trails off.

"Jack, but give me a moment. My mother wants to talk to you," Jack says.

I take back control, then smile. I put my hands on my stomach. "Thank you, Jack." I look at Damien before seeing his family's afraid look. "I'm not evil. I'm an Angel. I was only trying to help."

"You're awesome, Jack," Damien laughs.

"Jack is my son," I point out. "My name is Castiel."

He looks at my stomach in confusion. "How is that even possible?" He asks.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about Angels," I chuckle. "I should be getting back. Sam must be worried about me."

"Sam? Is he the father?" Damien asks.

I scrunch up my face in disgust. "No, he's Dean's brother. Dean is the father. Sam is also my roommate in college."

"Castiel, I'm sorry for ruining the ice cream," Damien says. "I owe you three tubs."

"I'll hold you to that," I reply, smiling softly. He tells me his address, so I nod. "Do you need a way home?"

"If you wouldn't mind," he says. "This is like two hours from home and we have no way to get back." He leads me to his family, who still looks afraid. "Mom, Dad, Vincent, this is Castiel. And Jack, I guess. He saved you, and me. I swear, he is a good person."

"He was in the White House," Vincent says. "He stopped a bullet midair and sent someone to a different continent."

"He tried to kill Dean. Jack and I spared him. Should we have killed him or tortured him?" I ask. "It's never enough for humans. I'm trying to teach him how to be good but none of you ever appreciate what I've done for you. You do realize the President was about to use me and my unborn child as weapons?"

"I..." Vincent trails off. "I never thought about it like that."

"None of you did. No one ever does. I'm not going to apologize for what I did. Keep in mind, I did just save all of your lives. Well, Jack did, but he's using my vessel." I groan in frustration. "Everyone connect hands, I'm taking you home."

Hesitantly, they do. Jack brings us to their house in an instant. "Just swing by whenever you want those tubs of ice cream," Damien says.

"Will do," I chuckle. "It was nice to meet you, even if it wasn't under the best circumstances." And then I'm back in my dorm.

~ Present ~

I finish my story, leaning back. Everyone stays silent.

Then Jack speaks up. "When can we have the ice cream?" He asks.

All of us laugh. "Well I can't have all of you come. Dean, Jack, it's just us." We stand up, walking to the doorway. Jack puts his hands on our shoulders. "You remember the address?"

"Yes," he says.

And we're outside. I hesitantly, I step onto the porch. A few moments later, Damien opens the door. He instantly smiles.

I flush when I see him take in my figure. "Damn, you look good," he says.

Dean clears his throat, crossing his arms. Jack and Dean walk up the steps. "I'm Dean," he says.

"Damien," he replies. "Who's this?"

"I'm Jack," he says.

Damien furrows his brows. "You weren't even born a month ago," Damien points out.

"I'm a day old," Jack smiles.

I laugh softly. "Jack, you can't tell people that. Your vessel is your age."

"Oh," Jack says. "How old does that make you?"

My breathing hitches. "I...um." I take a deep breath. "I've been around for a long time, Jack. This isn't even my first vessel."

"What?" Dean asks. "Cass, how old are you?"

"3.7 billion years old," I mutter quietly. "When I took on this vessel, they had erased all of my memories. For some reason, having Jack, brought them back. I remember everything."

I look to the ground, furrowing my brows. Damien's phone rings, making me look up.

"Hi. Oh, shit, sorry. I completely forgot. I'm on my way," he says. He hangs up, sighing. "Can we take a rain check?"

"Of course," I reply. Jack instantly takes us back.

"Cass, how the hell do you forget you're 3.7 billion years old?" Dean asks.

I stay silent, taking a seat on the couch. I wrap my arms around my legs, digging my face into my knees.

"I don't want to talk about it, Dean," I reply quietly.

"Cass," Dean says sternly. "Do you have anyone else? Any guys, girls, children?"

I look up to him in confusion. "No, Dean. Actually, I didn't. In all the vessels I've been in, this is the first time I've ever felt something for somebody."

"Oh my god," Gabriel mutters. I look over in confusion. I didn't even realize he was here. "So Cassie remembers?"

"Yes, I do, Gabriel," I reply.

"I need to talk to you," he says, standing up and pulling me down a random hallway. "Do you realize what Dean is?"

"What?" I ask. "What is he?"

"Every Angel gets one. Only one in their entire lifetime," he says, trying to hint at something.

Then it clicks. I back up, shaking my head. "Gabriel, no," I say sternly. He'll hate me if I told him."

"Told me what?" Dean asks.

I jump, glaring. "It's nothing, Dean," I lie.

"Cass," he says, putting his hands on my shoulders. "I doubt it could get any worse than what it already is. And we've gotten through that. You can tell me."

"Soulmates," I say.

He looks at me confused. "What?"

"That's what we are, Dean," I tell him. "Every Angel has one."

"Even Gabriel?" He asks. I nod, laughing softly. "Damn, I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with him."

Gabriel gasps. "Shit, Cassie," he whispers.

"Why are you whispering?" I ask.

"Shhhh!" He puts his hand over my mouth. I push it away, glaring. "Something just happened. Apparently you telling Dean, allowed me to find mine,"

"What?" Dean asks.

"You know who it is?" I ask.

Gabriel nods. "Who is it?" Dean asks.

I follow Gabriel's gaze. "Oh god, please tell me you're joking," I say. "Dean, who is the one person who is unrelated to Gabriel in this house?"

"Sammy," Dean says.

"Yeah?" Sam asks.

"Nothing, Sam. Sorry," Dean replies awkwardly. Apparently Sam had heard him. Dean looks at Gabriel before furrowing his brows. Then realization hits. "No. That's my brother we're talking about. I don't approve."

"Then I guess we're even, Dean-o," Gabe chirps. "I didn't approve of you and look at us now. Now excuse me while I go gawk at that fine body."

Then he walks off. I burst out laughing as Dean's face turns to pure disgust.

"I can't believe Sam and Gabriel are soulmates," Dean says quietly, still looking grossed out.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "You can't chose them, Dean. We just got lucky," I reply.

He smiles down at me before pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him deeper.

And now I know, everything is complete.

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That's the end of Jack (Mpreg)! Hope you enjoyed. If you want me to write a part two with this, with Sabriel, let me know and I'll make it. Thanks for reading!

P.S.: I'll be going back through all of my stories, adding gifs to appropriate scenes.