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Could you do one where the reader is showing Cas about human things and then it comes to 'human relationships' and then Cas goes like oh hey I wanna have a relationship with you and fluff n' stuff

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Hey. I hope you like it!

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Sighing, you packed up the Monopoly box. Over the past few weeks, you had taken on the role of introducing Cas to various aspects of being human. And today, you’d moved on to board games. But no matter how hard you tried to explain the concept of the game to him, he just didn’t get it. “If humans want property, why not ascertain the funds to buy actual properties rather than wasting time on fake ones?” he had asked.

“It’s a game, Cas,” you had tried to explain. “It’s a bit of fun.” He, apparently, didn’t seem to agree with you, so you had decided to move on to other aspects of human life.

“Alright,” you began, sitting back down opposite Cas after putting the Monopoly away. “Why don’t we talk about human relationships? What do you want to know?” Cas surprised you by answering straight away.

“How does one enter into a human relationship?”

“Well, I guess it would depend on what kind of relationship you want. Do you mean a friendship, or -”

“A romantic relationship,” he interrupted, listening attentively to what you had to say.

“Oh,” you replied, wondering why he was asking about this. Regardless, you carried on, hoping to explain relationships to him as best you could. “Well, relationships are all about getting along well with one another, and it helps to have a common interest, so you have something to talk about. You should trust the person you’re in a relationship with, and they should trust you back. That’s one of the most important things.” You paused for a moment, checking to see if he was following. He nodded, indicating that you should continue. “And if you find someone like that, and you really, really like them, you should ask them out, on a date.”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Um, yeah, like that!” you answered, pleased that he seemed to be learning quickly. “And if they like you back -”

“No,” he interjected. “That was a question. I find that you seem to meet the criteria for a relationship candidate, and I really, really like you. So I am asking you out. On a date.” Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. Admittedly, this wasn’t exactly the most romantic way you’d ever been asked out, but at the same time, there was something about it that was just so…Cas. You couldn’t imagine him being any other way.

Allowing yourself to breathe again, you thought about how best to respond. After a moment, you worked it out, and your mouth curled into a grin. “And if they like you back,” you said, picking up where you’d left off earlier, “then they say yes. So, yes, Cas. I will go on a date with you.” He returned your grin with one of his own, and you couldn’t help but think that this was the best lesson you’d had with him about being human in the whole time you’d been teaching him.

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Could you do a Cas imagine please? I couldn't find any Castiel ones!

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Hi. I wasn’t sure what you were after, so I hope this is alright!

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It was the sound of pacing footsteps that woke you, pulling you out from the depths of sleep. Pushing the covers away, you squinted into the centre of the motel room, blinking the sleep from your eyes. “Cas?” you muttered groggily, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Immediately, Castiel stopped his laps of the room and turned to look at you.

“Y/N. I hope I did not wake you. I am truly sorry if I have done so,” he apologised, a guilty look on his face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied, running a hand over your face. You figured you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now, so you might as well talk to him. “What’s up?”

“What makes you suspect something is wrong?”

“Well,” you began, “you’ve practically worn away the carpet with all that pacing. People don’t generally do that unless something’s wrong. So spill,” you finished, sitting up properly now and patting the bed beside you. Cas warily eyed the spot you had indicated, before perching himself uneasily on the edge of your bed.

“It’s just…with this fading grace, none of you are going to need me anymore. I don’t know what use I’ll be. With anything,” he told you, his gaze directed at the faded patterns covering the motel floor.

“Cas,” you said, gently placing your hand on his arm, “What are you talking about? We’re a team. You, me, Sam and Dean. Team Free Will. Of course we need you! You’re amazing. And honestly? We probably wouldn’t be here anymore if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s the thing,” Cas said heavily, finally turning to look at you. “Everything I’ve ever done has been because of my powers, the powers that come with being an angel. With my grace gone…I’ll be left with nothing. I’ll be nothing.”

In that moment, he looked so distressed, so hopeless, and you could feel your heart aching for him. You thought back over everything he’d done for the three of you - raising Dean from Hell, healing you all on multiple occasions, giving you insider information on the angels’ plans. All of those things had only been possible because of his grace. But then you thought of other things, things that had nothing to do with him being an angel, and everything to do with him being Cas.

“Listen to me, Cas,” you said firmly. “You will never be nothing to us. You know why? Because your powers aren’t the only reason we keep you around.” Cas looked doubtful, so you continued. “You want to know why we care about you? Because you’re loyal, and kind and protective. On so many occasions, you’ve given up everything for us. You’re a good person, and you do everything you can to rectify the mistakes you make. And all of those things are why you’ll never be nothing. Because you’re incredible.”

Cas was gazing at you with a mix of gratitude and amazement, as well as a heavy dose of compassion. It was then that you realised that Cas had probably never been told anything like that before. He was always Castiel, a warrior, an angel of the Lord, someone expected to have immense power. But here you were, telling him that it’s okay for him to just be Cas, a sweet and caring guy. And because of it, he was looking at you like you’d given him the world.

“Y/N,” he choked out, reaching for your hand and clasping it tightly, “You have no idea how much those words mean to me. I am…very privileged to have the three of you in my life.” Your face softened into a smile, and you looked back at him fondly.

“We love you too, Cas. But if you ever wake me up early again,” you warned, “I will kick your arse.”

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Thanks for reading! I know I keep saying it, but I’m going to get back into regular updates. I only have one week left of term two, and then I have two weeks off. So I should clear out my inbox then. And I’m really sorry if you’ve been waiting on a request!

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Hi! I’m so, so, so, so sorry this took so long to write! It’s just, at first, I didn’t realise what you meant, so I saved it in notes. And then when I did realise, I was working in something else but then I completely forgot about it! So yeah, I’m really sorry.

And also, I hope I was right in my interpretation of your request. But regardless, I hope you like it.

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Your foot kept up a rhythmic tapping against the legs of your chair as you flipped through a book of lore. With your head propped up by your hand, you blew out a puff of air, the words on the page blurring together before your eyes. Ever since Cas had gone, the fun had gone out of hunting. That’s not to say it was very much fun normally, but now there was nothing to joke about, no laughing and teasing as you researched. Purgatory had changed Dean, and meeting Amelia had changed Sam. And of course, losing Castiel, your boyfriend of several months, had changed you.

He was gone now, and you weren’t going to see him again. You weren’t going to see his smile, or feel his arms around you, or hear the beating of his wings as he appeared in the room, startling everyone by appearing right behind them. You wouldn’t get to see his confused squint again, or make it go away by explaining something.

“Y/N?” You looked up to find Dean hovering nervously over you, having come into your room from his own. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I…I have something to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Even you could hear the dullness in your voice, could feel the absence of laughter. Dean glanced at you and you could see pity etched on his face, along with an immense sadness. You didn’t want him to feel sorry for you, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel nervous about whatever he was going to say. As a rule, none of you discussed the past year if you didn’t have to, so whatever Dean didn’t want to say was obviously important.

“Y/N, there’s something you need to know.” You nodded, irritated at his hesitancy. He needed to just say it and get it over with. Dean took a deep breath, before launching into speech. “Well…I’ve been seeing him. Cas, I mean. At first I thought that I was imagining it, but now…”

You sucked in a breath, almost forgetting to release it again. “You what? Are you saying you think he’s back?”

Dean shook his head. “More than think. I know.” You blinked, your eyebrows drawing together.

“But I thought you said he died when you tried to get out of Purgatory,” you said slowly, twisting to look up at him. “Dean,” you said in a warning tone when he didn’t respond. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“I lied, okay?” he exclaimed after a few moments of silence. You shot to your feet.

“What?” Your eyes searched his face, seeing the truth that lay there. “Why?” you whispered, your voice coming from far away. Cas. That was all you could think of.

“Because I didn’t want you to know the truth,” Dean answered.

“What truth? Dean, what’s going on?” you demanded. He looked at you sadly for a minute, almost as if he was trying to work out how to break his news to you.

“Y/N, Cas didn’t want to come back.” You sunk back down into your chair, grabbing onto the back of it, clutching it like a lifeline. It didn’t make sense. Cas, your Cas. He couldn’t have just left you. Dean must’ve made a mistake. Castiel would’ve done anything to make it back, to see you again. Your face must’ve broadcast each of these thoughts, because Dean continued. “I tried, Y/N. We were supposed to make it out together. But at the last minute…he let go.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But it’s true,” Dean said gently. “But he’s here now. He’s just gone to get cleaned up.”

“Why didn’t he come to see me?”

“I don’t know,” Dean murmured.

“No,” you repeated, desperate carved into your chest. “He wouldn’t do this. He would’ve come straight back. He would’ve wanted to see me again.” Dean stayed silent, watching you with sorrow.

Something in you snapped, as if the thread tying your heart together had come undone. After thinking Cas was gone forever, you’d finally found out that you might get to see him again, only to find out that he apparently had a different agenda. “I need to get out of here.”

“Hey, hey. What are you doing?” Dean asked, reaching out to stop you as you grabbed your duffel bag and began shoving things into it.

“I need to get out, Dean. I need to think some things through.” You caught a glimpse of his worried expression, and your own face softened. “I’ll come back, Dean. And I’ll be careful. I promise. I just need a bit of time on my own. This is…it’s a lot to get my head around.” He nodded, dropping his hand to allow you to continue.

Around 10 minutes later, you were heading out the door. You paused for a moment with your hand on the doorframe, and you turned back to Dean. “Goodbye.” You walked away before he replied, wiping away the stray tears that had managed to escape. You just wished that your goodbye hadn’t sounded so final.

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You’d been on your own for three days, staying in some crummy motel in a small town. Although you stood out amongst the locals, you figured no one would come looking for you here.

But then you heard the fluttering of wings and you spun around, grabbing your angel blade off the bed as you prepared to fight whoever it was who had come looking for you. But you realised that the eyes in front of you were not cold and calculating, rather they were a deep blue, the kind of blue you could get lost in. You took in the dark hair, the worn lines of the angel’s face. And finally - the trenchcoat. The blade dropped from your hands. “Castiel?”

“Y/N.” He took two steps towards you, pulling you tightly against him. Burying your head against his collarbone, you began to sob. Until now, you hadn’t realised how much grief you’d been carrying. But now that the relief was hitting you, you realised just how dark the past year had been for you.

“How?” It was a simple question, but all that was needed. You pulled away from him, drinking in every line of his face, tracing over the planes of his features with a delicate finger.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But that’s not important. What matters is that I’m here, with you.” You let your hand fall away from his face, stepping back as if you’d been shocked. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?” he asked in concern.

You clenched your fist, holding back from slapping him. “Are you actually asking me that?” You laughed bitterly before continuing. “You know, I was so glad to see you again that I completely forgot what happened a few days back. You see, Dean came over to me and told me that not only did you choose to stay in Purgatory, but you also didn’t come over to see me when you got back. Instead, you went and took a shower.” Your voice dropped. “Cas, I’ve wanted to see you again for so long. I thought you were gone forever. Do you realise how much it killed me to find out that while I was overjoyed at the thought of having you back, you didn’t even want to say hi?”

“Y/N, it wasn’t like that,” Castiel insisted, reaching out for you.

You shrugged his arm off. “Then what was it like?” He dropped his gaze, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“I did a lot of bad things before I went to Purgatory. I was the reason Dean and I were able to go there in the first place. I couldn’t face you after that. I couldn’t stand to see you look at me, knowing all the terrible things I caused. And I guess…I guess I stayed in Purgatory because I felt as though I deserved it, that I had to stay there as a penance of sorts.”

“Cas,” you murmured. When he didn’t look up, you tilted his head up so that he was looking straight at you. “Cas,” you repeated, a little firmer this time. “There is no mistake you can make that I won’t forgive you for. And that’s what this was - a mistake. Sure, it was a pretty big one,” you conceded, “but you’re still you. And I love you, mistakes and all.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asked hesitantly. You brushed a kiss against his lips.

“Yes, Cas. I really do.”

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Thanks for reading! It’s not my best, because I misread something and then I had to rewrite part of it, and it’s getting late so I just wanted to post it. And I’m really sorry for the lack of updates lately. I had a geography test today and I have to learn two sets of lines, as well as work on several assignments. But I’ll hopefully write some more over the next few days.

AND DID YOU GUYS HEAR?? MISHA COLLINS IS CONFIRMED FOR SEASON 10!!!!!!

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Hey there, can I have an imagine where me and my older sister are staying with the guys and Cas asks me for help to get him and my sister together? My name is CJ and I'm 12. Sorry, figured it would be better than me and one of the guys in a relationship. Love your blog <3

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Hi. Thank you! I’m sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it! And I really enjoyed writing this. I loved the idea for it.

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You were sitting cross-legged on your bed in the bunker, your sheets in a crumpled mess beneath you. You crunched on some Doritos, the bag crinkling as you stuck your hand in to grab another. In front of you, the TV was playing Friends reruns, and you laughed at the antics of your favourite characters.

For the past few weeks, you and your sister had been staying with the Winchester boys at their bunker. The two of you had been on the run ever since a vampire had attacked your parents a few months back. You and your sister had managed to escape, but the vampire wanted to finish what it had started. Even though your sister drove you from one motel to the next, constantly on the move to stop it from tracking you, it had eventually caught up with you.

You thought you were going to meet your bloody end in that shabby motel room, found by the cleaning lady the next morning as she came in to scrub the mouldy bathrooms and replace the bed sheets with ones which were cleaner but no less threadbare. But then two men had burst into the room, brandishing small swords which they had used to cut off the vampire’s head.

They had introduced themselves as Sam and Dean Winchester as they escorted you to their Impala, allowing the two of you to settle into the soft leather of the backseat. Then they’d driven you back to their bunker, promising that you’d be safe there and that you could stay for as long as you wanted. So you had, and it had become like a second home for you in the time that you’d been there.

They’d taken good care of the two of you, and Sam and Dean had treated you like the little sister they never had. They’d even introduced you to their friend Castiel. You’d been intimidated at first, considering the fact that angels weren’t exactly a normal companion for someone to have, but he’d been very sweet to both of you, especially your sister.

“Y/N.” Cas had zapped himself into your room, causing you to jump and spill Doritos all over your bed.

“Jesus, Cas!” you exclaimed, gathering the chips back into the bag. “Haven’t you ever heard of a door.”

“I’m older than humanity. Of course I’ve heard of a door,” he answered seriously. You sighed, brushing orange cheese dust off on your worn jeans.

“It was a rhetorical question, Cas,” you explained. “Now why did you come see me, anyway?”

“I wish to ask your advice on something,” he stated. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief.

“My advice? What would I be able to help you with?”

Castiel shifted uncomfortably. “It’s about your sister.” You smirked, leaning back against your pillows. So this was it, the reason behind all the conversations and glances he shared with your sister.

“What about her?” you asked innocently.

“Uh, well, I have certain human feelings for her and I wanted to know how best to ask her on a date.”

“I knew it!” you squealed. You jumped up, throwing your arms around Cas. “Oh my god, oh my god, you’re going to be my brother!”

“What has my father got to do with anything?” Castiel asked, his brows knitted together in confusion. “And I think marriage is definitely out of the question. I barely know her.”

You sighed in exasperation. “You barely know her now. But you’ll get to know her soon!” You zoned out, your mind a mess of flowers and elaborate place cards.

“Y/N,” Castiel said, interrupting your mental planning of the bridesmaid dresses. “I still need to ask her on a date. And I don’t even know if she feels the same way about me.”

“Of course she does!” you exclaimed.

“How can you be so sure?” he asked doubtfully. You sat down on the bed, tugging on his arm to make him sit down beside you.

“Cas,” you said, looking directly into his intense blue eyes. “I’ve known my sister my whole life. Trust me, she likes you.” A shy grin made its way onto the angel’s features and his eyes lit up.

“That is very good news,” he said.

“It is,” you agreed, smiling at his obvious joy. “Okay, so if you want to ask her out, you should probably buy her flowers. Nothing fancy like roses though, just some daffodils. They’re her favourite,” you explained. “Give them to her and tell her how you feel, and then ask her to a movie. She likes rom-coms the most.”

“And you think she’ll say yes?”

“Definitely,” you assured him.

Castiel grinned and stood up. “Thank you very much for your advice, Y/N.”

“Anytime, Cas,” you told him. “Now go ask her out! I wanna start planning the wedding.”

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Thanks for reading! Don’t judge me, but I listened to High School Musical songs while writing this. But hey, they’re catchy!

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I really loved the imagine you made and here I am again! You you do an imagine were the reader loves Sam but he hates her and hates that she even hunts with them. SAMs always mad and angry at her and she ignores it because it's been like that forever so she just stays with Cas and Dean and is always sad so she finds comfort with Cas you can go from there

Hi. I’m glad you liked it! I just hope this one is just as good.

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“I’m going to go pick up some dinner,” Sam announced, standing up from the table where he’d been researching on his laptop for the past three hours. “Anyone wanna come with me?”

“I will,” you began, only to be cut off by a sharp glare from Sam. “I, um, actually I should probably stay here. I’ve got stuff to do,” you added on hastily, your eyes glued to the floor.

“I’ll go with you,” Dean told Sam, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair. He followed Sam out the door, pausing only briefly to offer you a sympathetic look. Then he was gone, leaving you alone with Cas.

As awful as it seemed, you were used to being treated like this by Sam. Ever since you had started hunting with the Winchesters and Cas, Sam had made no secret of the fact that he hated you. If it was up to him, you probably wouldn’t be hunting with them at all. But Dean and Cas liked you, so you had stayed. However, that didn’t stop Sam from being horrible to you. He only shared case details with you on a need to know basis, said nasty things to you when you stuffed up on a hunt and did everything he could to avoid being alone with you. The worst part was that you couldn’t even find it in you to hate him back. You loved him.

Fortunately, Dean and Cas were always around to pick up the pieces when Sam was in one of his moods. The two of them seemed to have an unofficial roster going, taking turns to stay with you so that Sam wasn’t too horrible to you. You were grateful for all the support they provided. You just wished it wasn’t necessary.

“Y/N?” Cas asked, drawing you out of your thoughts. “Are you alright?” He came over to sit beside where you had slumped down on the motel bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets.

“Not really,” you admitted. A heavy sigh escaped you and you leaned back against the headboard. The bed shifted beside you and you turned to see that Cas had changed positions, swinging his feet up onto the bed so that he could face you.

“Did you want to talk about it?” he questioned in his gravelly voice.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just…I love him, Cas. And that makes it ten times more awful.”

“Is it not possible to simply stop loving him?”

You gave him a sad smile. “I wish things could be as simple as you make them sound, Cas. But it doesn’t work that way. Love is weird. You can’t help who you fall for.” You looked down at your clasped hands, the fingers clenched together so tightly that the knuckles were white. “The thing is though, Sam is actually pretty great. Just…not to me. And I don’t want to love anyone else. I just wish he was nicer to me.”

Cas shuffled over to you, draping his arm protectively across your shoulders and pulling your body against his. It was a bit awkward at first, but just having him there with you helped. You tucked your head into his chest, burying your face in the folds of his trenchcoat.

“Y/N,” Cas began, “I have watched humans since the birth of your race. I won’t pretend to be an expert on human affairs, but I have learned a few things from my observations.” With your ear against his shirt, his voice came out muffled so you had to strain to hear everything he said. “And there is something I have learned that I feel I should share with you. No matter how you act towards others, you cannot help how they feel about you. That is ultimately their decision. However, you can choose to be around people who care about you and make you happy. I believe that that is what you should do.”

You pulled your head back, craning your neck to look up at Castiel’s caring expression, sending him a soft smile. “Didn’t you realise, Cas? I’ve already done that. I’ve got you and Dean.”

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Can you please write a cas imagine and you're pregnant with his child and what kind of a father he is :)

Anonymous

Hey! Sorry for the wait. I have been saying that entirely too much lately. Anyway, I hope this is what you were after!

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“Castiel, please come down here. It’s urgent,” you prayed. At the sound of beating wings, you turned to see Cas standing in the room behind you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to check you for any injuries.

“Nothing’s wrong, Cas. It’s just…” You bit your lip.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.”

Instead of responding, you shoved the item in your hand at him. Castiel took it from you and frowned down at it.

“I don’t understand. What is this?” he asked

You exhaled heavily. “Cas…it’s a pregnancy test,” you whispered.

Slowly, realisation dawned on Cas’ features. “You’re pregnant?” he asked. You nodded slowly.

“Don’t be mad!” you pleaded.

“Why would I be mad at you?” he enquired.

“Well, it’s not something we’ve ever talked about. And it’s a pretty big commitment. And I’m sure this is taboo or something, right?” you rambled.

“Y/N,” Cas cut you off. He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. “None of that matters. This is wonderful news.”

“Really?” you asked, your face breaking out into a grin.

“Of course,” Cas replied. “You’re beautiful Y/N. You’ll be an incredible mother.”

“You’ll be an amazing father, too,” you told him.

Cas smiled ruefully. “I wouldn’t count on that. But I will protect you and love you, Y/N. You and the baby.” He knelt down so that he was looking directly at your stomach. “Did you hear that? I’m your father. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you. And I will always, always love you.”

You smiled softly upon hearing these words. “Cas,” you murmured.

“Yes, Y/N?” he responded, drawing himself back up to his full height.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t be a good father? After hearing what you just said?”

Cas stood there watching you, seemingly at a loss for words.

“I know you’ve made mistakes in the past,” you told him. “Pretty big ones, too. But you won’t stuff this up. I believe in you.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Cas blink back tears. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him in return.

You couldn’t help grinning into his neck. You were finally going to have a family.

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Thanks for reading! I’m going to go on a mini writing blitz over the next few days. I have 13 requests in my inbox (some of them a few weeks old) and I’m hoping to have them cleared out within the week! Wish me luck!

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Mar 9

Hello :D can you do one where the reader is pregnant from cas. But their baby have visible wings and she is very upset about that and cas try all to make her happy again? ok this sounds weird xD

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Hi! Don’t worry - the request didn’t sound weird. I actually found the concept really interesting. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!

Please note that I’m only 15 and have no experience with pregnancy so please forgive any inaccuracies.

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You sat in the nurse’s office with Cas.

“Are you ready to have a look at your baby?” the ultrasound technician asked.

“I can’t wait!” you grinned.

“Well, here it is!” the technician replied, placing the wand on your stomach. As she began moving it around, an image filled the screen in front of you.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, squeezing Cas’ hand.

You looked over to see that there were tears in his eyes. “Our baby is going to be beautiful, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you replied, turning your attention back to the image of your baby. “Wait, what’s that darker patch near the arms?”

“Huh. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like that before,” the technician frowned. “Don’t worry though,” she added hastily, “it’ll just be the quality of the image. They’re fairly grainy and often a bit unclear.”

“Oh, okay. What a relief!” you exclaimed.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” the technician assured you. “Your baby appears to be healthy and, by the looks of things, I’d say that you’re about 4 months along!”

“Wow,” you murmured, still in awe over the little baby growing inside of you.

“I’ll just give you two a moment,” the technician said, slipping out of the room.

“This is incredible!” you said to Cas.

“I agree,” he replied.

“What’s wrong, Cas?” you asked, noting the uncertainty in his voice. “Is something the matter? Do you not want a baby anymore?” Your imagination was getting the best of you and you were starting to panic.

“Shh, no nothing like that. I can’t wait to have this baby,” Cas reassured you, stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

“Then what is it?”

“I-I don’t know how to tell you this, Y/N.”

“Preferably in English,” you joked, attempting to cover up your concern.

Cas smiled but soon turned serious again with his next words. “Y/N…the dark shape you noticed? It wasn’t just poor image quality. It was the shape of…wings.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, sure that you had misheard.

“Our baby will have wings,” Castiel repeated.

“But that’s impossible. And besides, it’s not like we’ll be able to see them. Right?”

Cas avoided your eyes. “Tell me, Cas!” you demanded.

“Y/N, human and angel pregnancies are incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that there is essentially no precedent for them. I suppose that this was always a possibility but I thought the odds of it happening were practically non-existent so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you,” Cas explained.

“But this can’t be happening! I just want our baby to grow up normal! Or at least as normal as is possible for us. Oh, God. No. This can’t be happening!” you panicked.

“Hey, come here,” Cas said, gently taking you into his arms. “Y/N, listen to me. This is our baby. It will be beautiful and loved and I will do everything in my power to make sure that they have the happiest and most normal life possible. I promise.”

You sniffled. “Do you really think we can pull off something like this off?” you asked doubtfully.

“I really do,” Cas replied confidently, drawing you in tighter. “You just have to have faith.”

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Thanks for reading! I’m not sure about that ending. Was it a bit weak? Anyway, feedback and requests are welcome.

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