Title: We'll Be Ok...
Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam
Warnings: mild Mpreg, cuddling..you know Supernatural then you are good...not mine, I just like to play sometimes
Word Count: 572
Summary: Dean just needed a little reasurance
Authors note: The last time I drabble in the Mpreg area was the year 2004 I believe, its been awhile. This drabble has been bugging me for about a week so I finally had the time to sit down and type it up. Let me know what you think and if I should do more...
Dean heads up the stairs of Bobby's house to the room that he and Castiel are sharing at the moment. Dim light can be seen casting a shadow into the hall as Dean makes his way to the room. "Cas I thought you were asleep, you up reading-" The words die on his tongue as he takes in the site before him. Castiel is fast asleep on his back in the bed, clothed in an old pair of Dean's black pj pants and AC/DC shirt. What makes him stop and lean against the door frame with a smile is how Cas is laying. Castiel has one arm tucked under the pillow under his head and the other laying protectively over the small protruding bump of his abdomen.
"Dean? You ok?" Sam asks. He just got done brushing his teeth and came out of the bathroom to find his brother lost in thought.
"Ya Sammy…" Dean crosses his arms across his chest and rests his head on the door frame, never taking his eyes off of the sleeping man in front of him.
"You sure? You look like you got something on your mind." Sam pads over to his brother and leans against the wall waiting for Dean to start talking.
"I'm worried I'm going to turn into Dad…" Dean trails off, the smile on his face disappearing, worry taking its place.
"What?" Sam figured this would come up sooner or later.
"I'm scared that I'm going to screw this up. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to meet the little one but I don't want to screw this kids life up like Dad did to us…" Dean pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs his eyes in frustration.
"That's the beauty of parenthood Dean. You get to go into it with the knowledge of how your parents raised you and you don't have to make the same choices that they did. Dad meant well with how he raised us, he did the best that he could. The main this is that he loved us with all his heart and that part never changed. You may make mistakes but regardless of what happens you will love the child with all your heart. You'll do just fine, in fact the child is going to have an awesome uncle so regardless what you do it'll be fine." Dean chuckles and lightly punches Sam in the bicep before pulling him into a hug.
"Thanks Sammy…" Dean trails off, pulling away. Sam nods his head in response and heads to the other guest room leaving Dean by himself again. Turning back to the room Dean takes another second to stare at the beautiful site in front of him and then pads over to the bed. Quietly Dean steps out of his jeans and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping them both on the nearby dresser. Pulling the sheets back Dean eases in not wanting to wake Cas. The minute the bed dips Dean chuckles at how Cas unconsciously scoots over till he is plastered against Dean with an arm draped across Deans chest. A soft chuckle escapes Dean's mouth as he pulls the covers over the two of them and wraps his arms around Cas, pulling him closer to his body, small bump resting against his side.
"We'll be ok…" Castiel mumbles half asleep in Deans arms. For once Dean actually believes that statement.