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Cry me a river

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Your prompt is:

Positive results

I want a graphic or 100 words about a character failure. No rewards, no deadline, just... positive.


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Dec. 18th, 2015 02:58 am (UTC)
This is why I can't clear the decks! This!!!!

Title: Billion to One
Fandom/Pairing: SPN - Destiel
Rating: Gen
Summary: Cas gets a text back from Dean's doctor while Dean is in the bunker kitchen, whipping up extra deluxe ice cream sundaes.

“Unbutton yer pants, dude!” Dean barked, his voice going rough with happiness at the sight of the bodacious ice cream sundaes in his two hands. “Time to chow…”

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Cas was crying. On the couch. Dean’s phone in his hand.



What the hell?

“I didn’t tell you, Dean, because the odds were far less than one in a million,” Castiel wiped a wrist under his eyes. “Perhaps one in a billion. I’m …so sorry. Please don’t…hate me. Please. I’m sorry.”

Clearly, Dean’s doctor had emailed back. That’s how they did it these days: Didn’t call you to ask you to come in, they texted you your results and moved on to the next guy with little or no insurance.

“It’s the ‘C’ word, isn’t it?” Dean asked.

All the drinking he’d done in his life? Probably pretty likely it had come around; explained the cramps and the nausea and the feeling, lately, like he’d been dragged through a meat grinder.

But…no. Maybe not? Because Cas was grinning through his tears, shaking his head. Cas wouldn’t grin if the text said ‘cancer.” No way. He’d be crying, yeah, but…

And it also didn’t jibe with the deep, down-to-his toes desires Dean had felt lately: Not for beer and bourbon but for ice cream, saltines, and pickle-fricking-chips up the goddamn ying-yang until he was sick of them but still couldn't stop eating them....

“’P’ word,” Castiel said, catching his breath, fighting back more tears.

“Positive?” Dean asked.

“Positive,” Cas said. “Yes. Positive. As in pregnant.”

Dean nearly dropped both sundaes on the bunker floor.

Nearly. But he didn’t. They were really nice sundaes – extra chocolate, three flavors of ice cream, cherries on top and homemade whipped cream.

“Castiel… darlin’” he said it slow and patient. Not about to have a stroke. Not at all, no. “Are angels capable of getting either human sex….”

“Pregnant,” Castiel said. “Yes. But…it’s almost impossible with a human male and a male angel, Dean. The biology, the physiology? The angel’s internal chemistry and the human’s? They need to match up in very …very specific ways.”

Yup. One in a billion. Pretty much like them.

Dean handed Cas his ice cream.

“Do not waste this…crying into it,” he said, digging into his own with his spoon.

There’d be time for having a good, solid breakdown later.

No point in wasting a perfectly good desert, just because they were the biggest combined disaster ever in the history of the frigging universe.

Edited at 2015-12-18 02:59 am (UTC)
Dec. 22nd, 2015 09:44 pm (UTC)
THIS IS AWESOME!! And worth getting sidetracked for!!!!
Jan. 21st, 2016 12:53 am (UTC)
A Happy Wolf, Once Upon A Time, Red/Snow, 1,375 words, R/M
Jan. 21st, 2016 05:19 pm (UTC)
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