(Note: I’ve never done mpreg before but my friend has been having a hard time, so I’m doing it for her because she likes mpreg stories and friends do nice things for each other. Enjoy! To catch up on this story, you can read it on Tumblr or on Ao3.)
Kansas suffered through one of the most blistering hot droughts in generations that summer. For most people, it was inconvenient. For a pregnant angel on flight restriction, it was a nightmare.
Jody Mills’ figure appeared on the security monitors, making Dean give up on looking for Castiel for the moment. Rustling and voices toward the back corner of the residence in the bunker suggested he was up to something with Sam anyway. Those two developed a much closer friendship since the pregnancy became known, not that he pretended to understand why or how.
The moment Dean let Jody in, she glared at him through dark bangs swept sideways over her forehead. “Can’t you ever call me just to say hi like normal people or do you have to keep dropping atomic bombs of crazy on me? A pregnant angel? Are you even real at this point?”
"Hi, Jody," Dean greeted through a grin. He yanked her into a hug.
"Ugh, don’t try to get on my good side. I’ve been driving for three days and I stink," she groused. "Sorry it took over a month to get out here, but y’know, some of us have jobs that require vacation time requests."
"It’s fine. We’re just glad to see you," he replied as he took a bag off her shoulder and a box with a handle from her. "I fixed up a room for you. Clean sheets, a TV, the whole nine."
"My hero," she said. "Where you got the pregnant angel stashed?"
"His name’s Cas. He’s upstairs with Sammy. C’mon, I’ll introduce you guys." Dean motioned for her to follow.
Upstairs, Sam crossed the far end of the hall, arms loaded down with fragile boxes probably as old as Henry Winchester. The two of them, Sam and Castiel, worked in an unused and barely explored room in a quieter corner of the residence. There, Dean found Castiel squatting in an awkward balanced position with an expectant belly six months along getting in his way. He sorted through papers in multiple boxes at once. A dust rag hung over his shoulder and Dean’s sweatpants cut below his belly. He generally looked hot, uncomfortable, and unhappy.
"Uh, Cas, what are you doing?" asked Dean cautiously.