Crowstiel mpreg. If Cas had considered what being accidentally impregnated by the King of Hell would be like, before it happened, he wouldn’t have guessed traditional grievances like eternal hunger mixed with nausea, tiredness along with irritating aches. The most surprising thing tho had been an endlessly patient Crowley at his beck and call, always ready to offer a cuddle or a massage or sex. Whatever stroke Cas’ fancy. If you could throw in some possessive Crowley, I’ll love you.

Castiel rubbed his belly as he searched through the refrigerator. Nothing looked appealing, even though he loved it all. He groaned in frustration.

“What do you want?” He mumbled at his stomach.

When they had discovered Castiel’s condition, both he and Crowley had been confused. Angels and demons didn’t procreate, especially not with each other. Then they found out that Crowley’s mother had cast a fertility spell on them.

It wasn’t pleasant at all, in Castiel’s opinion, he didn’t know why human women dreamed of this time in their lives. All he did was vomit, crave food, then vomit again. He was tired and wanted sex all the time.

Much to his surprise, Crowley had been very helpful. When he wanted something, his lover went to fetch it personally instead of sending an aid. He was patient when Castiel couldn’t remember what he wanted or where he left something, he comforted him when he cried for no reason, and the sex had been incredible. Crowley always held Castiel after, even though he really didn’t care for cuddling, alternating between rubbing his back and his ever growing stomach.

Castiel closed the fridge and went to the cabinets, digging through the boxes of cookies and other treats. He couldn’t find a thing that he wanted.

Then it hit him. Burgers. Dean’s burgers to be precise.

The Winchesters had been just as shocked as they were by news, but had promised to help Cas with whatever he needed. Sam had purchased the first gift for the baby, a soft blanket with bees on it.

Crowley had been kind enough to create a portal straight to the bunker after Castiel began living him, since he no longer had his wings. It brought him out in what had become a nursery, with a crib and changing table. Castiel ran his fingers over the wood as he passed by, forever grateful that Sam and Dean were so good to them.

“Hey, Cas,” Sam said, when the angel walked into the living room. “What’s up?”

“I’m hungry. Dean, would you make a hamburger.” He had been requesting them quite often lately. He believed that Dean had patties waiting in the refrigerator.

“Yeah. Come sit down.” He helped Cas lower himself onto the couch, then went to the kitchen.

“How much longer now?” Sam asked. Castiel rubbed his belly, smiling at the flutter of movement it caused.

“A few more months.”

“Can I?” Sam asked, gesturing to Cas’s hand.

“Of course. The baby has been very active today.” Sam touched the swell and grinned when a light kick hit his palm.

“It’s gonna be great having a baby around. We need some joy around here.” He removed his hand and sat back. “Have you chosen any names?”

“Not yet. Crowley and I have very different tastes.” Crowley had been suggesting very old names for their daughter while Castiel preferred biblical names. They bickered about it often enough that they were putting it off.

“Well, Sam’s a girl’s name, too.” Castiel laughed at the reference.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

A few minutes later Dean was handing him a plate with the best smelling hamburger on it. He had also added cheese and lettuce and ketchup. Castiel devoured it quickly.

“Is Crowley feeding you?” Dean joked. Cas smiled timidly.

“I still suffer from morning sickness occasionally. And there was nothing I wanted at home. The baby likes your cooking.” Dean preened under the praise. “I should go before Crowley starts to worry.”

After a few minutes of struggling to get up on his own, Dean took pity and pulled him up. Castiel thanked him and said his goodbyes. He went back to the nursery, then back home.

The first thing he heard was Crowley yelling, which wasn’t all that uncommon. He ignored it and went to what would be the baby’s room to continue setting up.

They had begun setting up about four months after they found out that Castiel was pregnant. Crowley’s aids had put together the furniture, but they were doing the rest. Bags of toys and clothes and various other baby things were piled on the furniture where Castiel could grab them easily. He enjoyed sorting through them when the days dragged on.

He smiled at little shirt he had found a few weeks ago. He knew that it wouldn’t fit for a while, but it was too cute for him to pass up. The picture was of a toddler with a halo over her head and a devils tail behind her. It amused him immensely.

He hummed as he folded and tucked the onesies and little outfits into the drawers he could reach. He was pulled from his work when the door opened to reveal a panicked demon. She sighed in relief.

“I found him!” She called down the hall. “The King was very worried.”

“What was he worried about?” She was about to answer when Crowley pushed her aside and closed the door.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, eyes on fire.

“I visited the Winchesters,” Castiel shrugged, going back to his folding.

“And you didn’t feel the need to inform me?”

“I was gone for an hour.”

“Castiel, we have enemies out there! How could you be so stupid?” Castiel paused in his folding, the words hitting him like a blow. He tried to continue, but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate. He felt the hot tears on his face before he could stop them.

“Oh, Castiel.” Crowley came forward and wrapped his arms around him. “You’re not stupid, you know that.”

“I’m fine,” Cas said, wiping his eyes. “Hormones.”

“I was very worried about you. Both of you.” He laid a hand on Castiel’s belly. “I was about to send out the dogs.”

“I should have told you. I just wanted a hamburger.” Crowley smiled a little.

“We should move Squirrel down here to be personal chef as much as you both like the burgers.”

“She’s very fond,” Castiel agreed. “I rarely regurgitate them. Would you like to help?”

They spent the next several hours folding and taking the toys out of their boxes. stuffed animals of all kinds littered every surface of the room. Castiel checked and doubled checked them all for tags or anything else sharp, not wanting the baby to get hurt.

“Come on, love,” Crowley said, when he finished his survey. “Time for bed.”

The rooms were connected by an arched doorway. The door had been removed for easy access when the baby came. Castiel fell into bed immediately, since he hadn’t changed out of his pajamas. Crowley removed his suit and sat down by Cas’s feet.

He brought one into his lap and lightly ran his fingertips over it. Castiel giggled and kicked. Crowley tightened the grip and began massaging them, causing Castiel to sigh in pleasure. When he was done with the first he moved on to the next one, then to Castiel’s calves and thighs. It had become a nightly ritual between them that Castiel enjoyed very much.

When he was done, Crowley laid the angel’s legs back straight and shifted to kiss his belly. He whispered goodnight to their daughter and came to lay beside Castiel.

“Thank you,” Cas said with a yawn.

“Don’t mention it,” Crowley said, playing with his hair a little. Cas settled closer to him and closed his eyes. He laid one hand on Crowley’s chest and the other on his own belly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, kitten,” Crowley responded, kissing his goodnight. “Both of you.”

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