YamiAki96

Castiel ran his hands over his swollen belly, watching his reflection as he did so. He was seven months pregnant now and his daughter was restless, always kicking and wriggling and settling right on top of his vessels bladder.

He felt too big. It was getting more difficult to get out of bed, and he needed help standing up from chairs. He couldn’t even tie his own shoes. And the way Rowena was looking at him didn’t make things any better.

Every time Castiel was in the throne room, he could feel her glaring at his belly. He wasn’t sure why she hated the baby already, but he had a bad feeling about her being around.

He turned away from the mirror and waddled down the hall to find Crowley. He was on his thrown, pretending to listen to some demon beg for it’s life. When he raised his fingers to destroy it, Castiel laid his hand over them. Crowley looked up him and a small smile flitted over his face.

“Dungeon. Two hundred years.”

As the demon was dragged away, Crowley pulled Castiel into his lap. Castiel nuzzled under his chin.

“How are we this morning?”

“Alright. She’s restless.” Crowley laid a hand on Castiel’s stomach, smiling when she kicked.

“What are you going to do today?” He asked, rubbing small circles where a flurry tiny kicks assaulted Castiel.

“I was going to work in the nursery. I still have some painting left to do.”

“I’ll be in in a while.” Crowley kissed him and Castiel pulled him up.

The nursery was painted to look like a meadow–grass, flowers, and little bees were stenciled in on the sky blue wall. Castiel was filling them in to keep from dying of boredom. He had finished two walls already and was starting on the third.

He was on a ladder painting a cloud when the pain started. He barely noticed it at first, sometimes the baby kicked a little too hard, but it only got worse.

He got off of the ladder just as one of the pains brought him to his knees. He screamed and curled in on himself. A few moments later, the room was full of people hovering over him.

“Get out of my way,” He heard Crowley shouting. “Get the hell out of here!”

Castiel reached for him when he finally broke through the crowd and Crowley wrapped him tightly in his arms.

“Something’s wrong,” He whimpered. “It hurts.”

“Are you in labor?”

“No. Too early. It just hurts.” He cried out when another pain attacked. Crowley’s aides moved in, trying to help.

“I said, get the hell out!” Crowley shouted, causing them all to scatter. He held Castiel tighter as he cried, whispering to him that it would all be okay.

After what felt like hours, the pain finally lifted. Crowley lifted him up and carried him to their bedroom. He tucked him in and sat next to.

“Are you alright?”

“We’re okay. I don’t know what that was.”

“Just rest now.” Crowley kissed his forehead, then whistled. The bed shifted when Juliet climbed on it. She settled next to Castiel and licked his hand when he patted her head.

Crowley went back the nursery. He had a feeling that he knew what happened, but he needed to be sure. He dug through the large amount of baby clothes and stuffed animals until he found it.

He went back to the throne room and slammed Rowena into the wall.

“Fergus!”

“You evil bitch,” He seethed. “You hurt my Mate, you tried to kill my child. Give me one good reason not to kill you!”

“I am your mother!” Crowley held a blade to her throat, drawing a this line of blood.

“Not good enough. Take her to the dungeon. Iron shackles. I’ll let Castiel decide what to do with her.

Rowena screamed and yelled at him as she was dragged away, but Crowley ignored her. When she was gone, he turned to the others.

"Take them back,” He said, nodding toward the demons that were still waiting to face trial. “We’re done for the day.”

He returned to his and Castiel’s bedroom where the angel was sleeping. He scratched Juliet behind her ears and told her that she had been a good girl before changing out of his suit and laying beside Castiel.

“I’m going to take care of you, Angel,” He said into Cas’s soft dark hair. “No one will you or our baby ever again.”