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Prompt : since angels are genderless, almost all of them can bear children and cas gets pregnant, but dean thinks mpreg is kinda gross
[Disclaimer : vomiting and a kinda graphic birth, like there is kinda nasty details?]
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castiel sat in the back of the impala, hand on his forehead and eyes closed as he felt nausea nagging at him, which is worrying him because he's an angel, he shouldn't feel things like that.

He didn't know what he should do, he wanted the disgusting feeling to go away and never return, how do some humans deal with this on a regular basis?

Oh crap the feeling was getting worse.

"dean." castiel managed, causing the human to turn his head slightly, "I apoligize for the inconvenience, but please pull over...something's wrong." he continued, swallowing hard at the end and dean pulled over, the angel not hesitating to open the door and jump out of the car, falling to his knees and throwing up onto the grass that was beside the road.

"Shit, cas." dean spoke and rushed out of the car, going beside his boyfriend as he vomited onto the ground, sam immediately looking for a hex bag because angels don't get sick, as far as they know.

castiel shivered, clenching his eyes shut and grabbing onto dean's shirt to keep himself steady, "Hey, you're okay cas, i gotcha." dean cooed as he held the angel up, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

"Something's wrong dean..." cas muttered, wrapping his arm around his waist and snuggling closer to his boyfriend.

"there isn't any hex bags." sam spoke as he got out of the car, unable to find any sign of a cursed object that could be causing this, cringing as castiel gagged, not able to throw up anymore and just dry heaving.

"you think you're gonna be able to handle another hour or so of driving?" dean asked and castiel nodded, sam helping dean stand him up and get him into the car, dean about to go in the front seat before cas grabbed onto his sleeve, tugging slightly as he silently asked dean to stay in the back with him.

"sam, can you take the wheel?" the older asked and sam nodded, getting into the driver's seat as dean slid in next to the ill angel, wrapping his arm around castiel's shoulders and pulling him into his side, the angel resting his head on dean's shoulder.

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it had been three weeks of castiel randomly getting nauseous, sometimes throwing up and sometimes just laying down in a bed or the back of the impala until it passes.

it was getting aggravating and castiel just wanted to find the fucking witch or whatever cursed him with this, what else could it be other than a curse?

currently, the angel was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing dean's shirt and underwear because his normal attire was getting too annoying to deal with when he needed to quickly get into or out of something, the trench coat got him tangled up and caught on doorknobs and stuff too easily.

castiel was about to leave before he notived the small curve to his stomach, stepping back a bit and looking at his profile, lifting up his shirt and poking his middle.

was he now getting bloated and sick? what kinda curse is this?

"cas? what are you doing?" sam asked as he walked by the bathroom, causing castiel to jump and pull the shirt down. dammit he forgot to close the door.