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You're having my baby

the "WE'RE HAVING A BABY" meme

Nature is no respecter of persons, my friends. Whether it be childhood friends, newlyweds, or one-night stands, a single decision or accident can change everything, and there will be three people instead of just two.

Congratulations! The characters in these threads and those who reply to them are now expecting babies, no matter what their unique situation may be. Of course, depending on the characters, this might go over like a lead balloon. But wait! Even if the decision to have a baby was made and was consensual, the process is no walk in the park. There is lots to do...and only nine months to do it. Nine potentially drama-filled months.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preferences, etc.
Not all options here are fluffy and happy. Some are potentially angsty or possibly triggering. Tread lightly. Be sure to mention what you want and what you don't want.
Reply to others.
For this, male characters can get pregnant because why not.

PROMPTS

How'd It Happen: What led up to this event? How are you in this situation?

Realization: There's a wrench in the works...or maybe it was expected, but you're just realizing you're pregnant.

Positive Reaction: Yes, after all this time and planning! You're finally ready for a family.

Negative Reaction: Oh, no. This is terrible. You're in no position to take care of a child!

Freak Outs: But...how? You're a human, she's an alien, how -

Deciding What to Do: If this wasn't planned, there needs to be a plan of action now.

Keep it Secret: You're attempting to keep your pregnancy a secret from your partner. This is only a bandaid for the bigger problem.

Telling Others: The other people in you two's life have to know at some point.

Drama: No one wanted you to have a kid and the anger is palpable.

Morning Sickness and More: Everything hurts and the mornings are hell.

Learning: If you're in a technologically advanced society, you may get to see an ultrasound. Otherwise, there are folk remedies that can be tried.

Manipulation: One of you is using the prospect of a child to bend the other to their will and make them stay.

My Body is a Cage: The person carrying the baby is having a decent amount of discomfort, mentally and physically.

Showing: It's a secret no longer with an expanding stomach.

Support: The partner who isn't carrying the child should do their best to be there and help out...

Overprotective: ...but to a degree. Don't act like the partner carrying the child is made of paper.

Getting Ready: The house or apartment or castle has to be babyproof.

Heart to Heart: It's time to talk about the big changes before the happen. Where do the two of you stand?

It's Happening: THE BABY IS COMING.

Rough Going: Childbirth is still a dangerous affair and there's no smooth sailing for you. So pace if you're lucky, scream in the bed if you're not.

Bad End: Not all new beginnings last. Sometimes, they become unhappy endings.

Coming Home: Finally, parents and baby get to settle down.

Getting Used to This: Well, maybe settle down. There's still crying in the night, feedings to do, diapers to change...

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With Cas, please. Definitely. Baby half angels is definitely the way to have them both freaking out sufficiently. I could start by assuming Dean has prayed for him to show up and not told him exactly why?

also ps I hope you're at least better?

And sure that's is perfect. Mostly because Dean would have to be very sick and not know why. I mean he is a guy. Getting pregnant isn't on the list of possibilities normally

Dean was sick. Dying, apparently, if the miserable edge that his prayers had turned to recently meant anything. Castiel had ignored the first few; it wouldn't be the first time that Dean had used Castiel's soft spot for him as an excuse to get him to come down so that he could take him to his bed, but as soon as the prayers turned sad, sort of desperate, Castiel listened, and he came at the first opportunity, landing lightly in the motel room, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Castiel padded through the motel carefully. He prowled, sort of, aware of something very, very wrong in the feel of the room, but as of yet not able to put his finger on it. Dean was here, but something had thrown off his gps at the last second, thrown him out into the other room when usually he'd have appeared inches away from his nose.

Something was wrong. Maybe Dean was dying. He knocked on the bathroom door.

Dean had just finished emptying his stomach for the umpteenth time that day. Honestly he didn't bother to count anymore, he wouldn't have even paid much attention to it if it hadn't persisted for over a week now. If he wasn't able to keep something down soon he was afraid Sam would have to take him to the hospital for dehydration. As it was his saint of a brother was out getting every OTC med he could think of to try and help Dean get better.

In his desire to get better, to make sure something else wasn't wrong and he was dying, Dean had started praying desperately for Castiel to come. He needed help even if he was loathe to admit it.

A knock sounded at the door as he was rinsing his mouth. "It's open." He said thinking it was Sam who had returned from the store as he went back to brushing his teeth once more to get the taste out of his mouth.

Of course it was open. For a beat, Castiel wasn't sure if it counted as an invitation, and then he stepped through regardless, though he got no further than the doorway. Dean was leaning over the sink, not paying attention to who was behind him, and he was...

He wasn't alone.

Well no. No, it wasn't like that. It was almost a taste in the air, a presence that couldn't be denied. There was an angelic presence here, undeniably, and yet when Castiel looked warily around the room he could see nobody but Dean himself. Dean who looked pale and tired and yet still somehow glowed. His skin was practically luminescent.

Castiel was so confused by the whole combination of things that he found himself staring, and after a moment he said "You're not dying." Even though, actually, he still wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't.

"Oh, Cas. Finally man I've been praying for a week. What do you mean I'm not dying? What's wrong with me?" Dean asks once he has a chance to process what Cas said. He certainly felt like he was dying. He couldn't keep anything down, he couldn't sleep, he was weak, he was tired. He looked like hell and wose he knew he looked like hell.

"Can you fix it with your angel mojo or something?"

In silence, and with a great deal of trepidation, Castiel stepped forward. He peered at Dean quietly - perfect silence, in fact - approaching him like he was approaching a wild animal, and raising his right hand out toward him, closing his eyes. Like this, he could reach out and feel the complexities of the man in front of him, and if he was sick, he'd find out how and why, and whether it was just something that would blow over.

Except as he approached, he could feel it. It was like it called out to him, belonged to him. Like a part of him was inside of Dean, and his instinct immediately made him want to protect it. But that didn't make any sense. At all. Castiel had never felt like his, and certainly other than sleeping with Dean he hadn't done anything to deepen their link, certainly not on the spiritual level, like this.

But there was something that reached out to him, and Castiel stepped closer still, moving his hand downward as he came. There--it was there. It was...

No. No, that was impossible. He recoiled, then reached out his arm again to double check, but there was no denying it. Dean was... But how? And why? And dearest Father, what was he going to do about it? He couldn't be the father. there were a whole myriad of reasons that he was still too stunned to think through.

Castiel stumbled back, eyes flying wide as he did, shaking his head hard. "No. No, Dean, I think my angel mojo has done quite enough."

The whole perfect silence thing was freaking Dean out a bit. He was so confused and a little hurt by Castiel's seemingly normal quick acting when it comes to checking him out. It was almost as though Cas was afraid of him...or disgusted for some reason. Oddly enough, instead of being annoyed he was hurt. It made his eyes sting a little.

Then the recoil. Was it really that bad? He tried to keep hurt from his voice but it was still a little rough when he spoke. "What the hell is wrong with me, Cas? What did you do?" He was scared, he was upset by Castiel's reactions to him. He didn't know what was wrong with himself or how to fix it. He reached out for his lover and friend. He needed comfort even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. "Please Cas...tell me."

Castiel was still too stung, too horrified to really connect his own terror with Dean's spiking fear and hurt. He should be more considerate, more in touch with his pain - and he was, God, he could feel it pouring off Dean like an alarm call - but his fear of what was inside him, what they'd created, was more overwhelming still. Everything in Cas' spirit told him to run, to fly away and stay away for as long as possible, and it was only Dean's hand raising out toward him, the tremble in his voice, that rooted him to the spot. The angelic instinct in him urged him to kill it, but Cas had, fortunately for Dean, crushed that years ago.

Even so, there was still an abomination inside him, and Cas had no idea how to deal with it, and so when his back hit the bathroom door he didn't go any further. He froze there, for all the seconds it took for Dean to get closer, his eyes flying away to one side. Somehow he couldn't look him in the face. After what he'd done to him...

"Dean, you're..." He swallowed, horrified. "I'm so sorry, but you are...with child."

Dean laughed out loudly when Cas said he was 'with child'. "Yeah right, Cas. What's really wrong with me?" He asks because he has to be joking. I mean...he has to be right? There is no way Dean Winchester is knocked up. None. Dean watches Cas, the smile on his face dropping into more of a panicked frown.
"Cas, please man. I can't be. That's not possible."

He's suddenly terrified. What the fucking hell is he going to do? A baby!?! Cas is terrified too if his behavior is anything to go by. He's never seen the angel act like this. Cas wouldn't met his gaze. Was he disgusted with Dean? Was that it? "Cas...Cas look at me man. Please." Dean felt a tear slip down his cheek and he had to fight the sudden wave of dizziness that made him wobble a little bit. When would they catch a break!? Why! How did this happen!? What were they going to do?

Castiel grimaced at the burst of laughter, keeping his eyes fiercely turned away. He couldn't... He couldn't look, couldn't take it in. Dean was pregnant, knocked up, with child, and he was the one responsible. It couldn't be. The fear of it filled his chest, and yet when Dean began to dip, as though to fall, Castiel didn't hesitate. With a fatherly rush of instinct he stepped in toward him sharply, wrapped his arms around him, and held Dean tight.

Even if his gaze was panicked, he didn't immediately step away, but he did stare quite despite himself.

"Witchcraft of some kind, perhaps. I don't know, Dean. It isn't natural--at least, I've never heard of it happening before." Which wasn't to say that it wasn't possible. Castiel can't say for sure, honestly, because it wasn't like there was a great deal of lore discussing gay angels. Or Nephilim, for that matter.

"Please. Please, Dean, come and sit down. Sit."

Dean let Cas lead him over to the motel room bed and sit him down. He was shaking a little bit and he was feeling the beginnings of panic setting in. Cas's touch grounded him and kept him from completely freaking out. "What are we gonna do. I can't have a kid, much less one that's half angel! Assuming it's actually ours and not some weird mutant witch thing!"

Why did shit like this always happen to him and his brother?! Dean was suddenly very glad Sam was gone because he had a feeling his brother would be even less happy with the news. It wasn't that Dean didn't like kids, he loved them. He just didn't think it was right he had his own is all, and certainly not like this!

Castiel couldn't convince himself to pull away. Now he was close, he could feel the child's power leaching out through Dean, bonding them. He tipped his head forward, his nose dipping toward Dean's shoulder, and he breathed gently, trying to anchor himself to the moment before it span any further out of control.

"It's ours," he said, firmly. It filled him with heat to say it out loud. "I can feel it--feel him."

His left arm dropped across Dean's lap, resting gently against him, and he dipped his face in toward one side, finally, finally finding his eyes. "Whatever caused it to happen, Dean, there is another life inside you now. The life of my child. It is..." He grimaced. A nephilim. An abomination. And yet it pierced him with that instinct, that need to protect. It challenged everything that Castiel thought he knew about himself. "It's not a weird mutant witch thing."

"Okay, but Cas...we're going to get rid of it, right? I mean...it's a nephilin or whatever it's called. It's not natural!" Dean was afraid Cas would want him to keep it. To carry and birth it and raise it. How? It would be a sitting duck waiting for the slaughter. As much as Dean loved Castiel, this baby could not be.

He didn't realize how affect his angel already was. How affected he himself was. He wouldn't admit it but while he didn't want to carry it he didn't want to lose it either.

"A nephilim," he corrected. Yes, we are.

Except when Castiel tried to form the words, they didn't come. My child, it screamed, persistently. To be protected. To be saved. To be fought for. Castiel trembled from the effect of the power, and then gradually dipped in, suddenly pressed by the instinct to crash his lips against Dean's, reassure him, show him that he was still loved. If not for anything else, he could taste Dean's fear, and he had to wonder whether Dean could taste his in return.

When he edged back, just a second later, he was panting. His eyes looked wild.

"We have to protect him," he told Dean. "When Heaven discovers what's happened, they'll try to kill you--both of you. I won't allow that to happen." He couldn't have sounded more aggressive, more protective.

Dean was no prepared for how fierce Cas would react to his statement. A mother bear protecting her cubs came to mind as a comparison. Dean also didn't know how to respond to Castiel's passion filled kiss. He was still for a moment before he returned the kiss with equal passion. He did love the angel and one thing was for sure, together they could do anything.

"Cas....Cas...you can't protect us forever. There has to be a solution..."

Castiel bristled at the challenge, and gave his head a quick, abrupt shake. "It wouldn't be the first time I've fought my own kind for you, Dean."

It didn't escape him, though, that use of the word 'Us'. Dean was terrified, certainly, but he was coming round to it. He'd adjust, in time. Castiel dipped his head in thought, though he didn't dare to move any further away. The fear - the fear - that the human host felt reached the life growing inside of him, and it channeled that fear outward, to Castiel. The more terrified Dean was, the more powerful that protective instinct was. A natural defense for angelic offspring, so far as yet unable to defend themselves.

"There's nothing to be done," he lied. And that--that lie, that was the worst thing. But he had to deceive Dean, had to. The hunter would do the unthinkable if he thought he had a choice.

"Cas If you keep destroying your kind to protect me eventually there wont be any left, or they will send an army to kill you too." Dean was trying to reason with him. Of course, Dean didn't care one way or another. A few decent angels aside, most of them were a huge bag of dicks. But he knew if Cas revolted too much, especially after everything else he'd done....it wouldn't end pretty for either of them. Adding a nephilim child into the mix would only worsen their cause.

He felt himself sag a bit in defeat when Cas said there was nothing they could do to get rid of it. "But...it was magic. All magic has a reversal...doesn't it? I mean if it can happen once, what's to stop it from happening again?"

Oh. Oh, those were words he just really didn't need to hear. Castiel stared back at Dean, stung and hurt, but the sting didn't go deep enough. It didn't hurt the way it should--should burn a whole lot more than it did. He'd killed so many angels for this man; killed them for other petty reasons, too. Well...reasons that seemed petty to him now, anyway.

But this? He pulled away, ever so slowly, wrapping his own arms around himself. It wasn't right. He was confused, stressed, feeding off the baby's confusion and stress, Dean's... He had to... He had to let him choose, give him that choice. It was what he deserved.

"The magic has a reversal, Dean, but the effect, the actual impregnation. If you want to lose the baby then achieving that is a simple enough matter. I could do it for you now, and so could a doctor."

Dean sighed and just wrapped his arms around himself. He was scared, and angry, and, uncertain, and actually worried Cas would leave him if he admitted to how much he did not want this baby. Normalcy aside he didn't think he was capable of being a good father or capable of raising a child to be anything other than a monster like himself.

Dean wanted to reach for Castiel when he pulled away. He didn't want to be alone right now. He waited for a moment before reaching out to his lover and friend. "Don't go. I need you Cas." He says, his voice pained and laced with a tremor of fear. "Please...help me figure out what to do."

"I..."

Castiel couldn't help how he felt about this. He was compromised, and there was no easy way to explain that to Dean. But it was getting to him too, wasn't it? The baby was inside him, and powerful, angelic. There was no way that its presence wasn't having some kind of effect.

The muscle in his jaw twitched, and then, slowly, he nodded, coming back to the bed, though he made no move to immediately wrap his arms around Dean when he did. He wasn't sure how, or if he could even stand himself long enough to.

"I can't make this decision for you. As the child's father, I... I don't know, Dean. I can feel it. It has power over me." He looked at him helplessly. "But I will...support you, no matter what choice you make."

"You mean this thing inside of me is already communicating with you on some level?! Cas...man that's..." Dean just sat there for a long moment trying to process what was happening to him. If this thing could hold sway over Cas already...what would it do if they tried to terminate the pregnancy? Would Cas be able to allow it to happen? Would he hate Dean afterwards? Dean wasn't sure he could live with that. Knowing Cas hated him.

He felt a tear slip down his cheek and probably would have started crying for real if he hadn't had to get up and bolt to the bathroom to puke again. He was really getting tired of this all day sickness that seemed to permeate his being.

It was intense, if that was the word that Dean was going to go for, and while Castiel felt, truly, that he couldn't harm the baby if he wanted to, he was willing to do what he must for Dean. Only for Dean. It would probably ache, for an eternity, but it would be himself he hated for it, never his lover.

Just as he was about to explain some of this, and perhaps comfort Dean again as he began to cry, he bolted up, and Castiel followed quickly, coming after Dean as he ran for the toilet bowl. He crouched beside him, awkwardly, laid his hands between Dean's shoulders and rubbed at his back, trying to show all of the compassion he could. If he comforted Dean, even a little, then maybe the fear the baby was pouring out would subside somewhat too, and it would have a knock on effect on Castiel's ability to think clearly.

"It's okay," he said, trying very hard, obviously. "At least you aren't dying, that must be some comfort."

Dean rested his head on his arm which lay on the rim of the seat once he finished heaving. He stared at his friend and lover for a long moment before snorting lightly. "Yeah, might not be dying but I feel like I am." He says. He moves to slowly stand up so he can rinse his mouth out again.

"What will we do, it's not like I can see a doctor like this. It's not natural in any state of the imagination." He says. He wants to ask Cas to get rid of it, but for some reason he can't say the words.

Castiel stayed close, hovering physically over Dean and watching him in the mirror over the basin. He looked dreadful, but Castiel knew that the sickness would pass, that he'd feel better in time.

His hand stilled, dropped a little lower on Dean's back, and he bent in, almost brushing his temple against his lover's.

"It may not be, but we'll find our way through it, if that's what you choose. No matter what the universe has thrown at you, you've never failed before. Your brother will stand by you."

You're having my baby

Goddamned interchangeable angels

yeah. Much better

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