(Note: This story is the sequel to Cas, You Had A Baby? which can be read on Tumblr or on Ao3. And you can keep up with Mary’s Kitchen on Tumblr or on Ao3 too.)
"You’re certain you can handle three at once?" Castiel questioned as he gripped James tight, reluctant to hand him over.
Glancing at two other fledglings playing on the living room floor, Sam smiled. “I got it, Cas. One more isn’t much different than the two I’ve got. Demmie’s working downstairs. It’s fine. Just gotta keep ‘em busy on the same thing.” His hands opened. “Gimme my nephew.”
It never came easily for Castiel to hand James over for babysitting even if Sam volunteered that time. He sighed and peppered James’ chubby cheek in kisses, the toddler still sleepy at six in the morning. Fleece pajamas covered him down to his feet in a scattered sailboat pattern. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Sam but it was a stressful morning anyway, full of equal measures of fear and hope. He reluctantly handed over the limp, sleepy boy.
"He’ll probably sleep another couple of hours," said Castiel.
"Just like Dean," mused Sam, smirking.
"I gotta get to the clinic. I’ll probably be late as it is." He slid the diaper bag off his shoulder and left it on Demiel’s sensible beige couch. "I don’t know how long this will take."
"It’s cool. I’ll hold down the fort."
"Thanks, Sam." He scrubbed a hand over his face and struggled to identify the anxiety rippling through his stomach.
"It’s gonna be okay. What do you call it—the embryo transfer—it’ll work whether it’s this time or next time. It’ll work. You just gotta stay strong. And call me when it’s done. Demmie’s only working ‘til three today, so maybe we can all go out and have dinner or something."
"Sounds great." Castiel offered a feeble smile.
Dean Winchester was, in fact, the worst at waiting for anything to happen. The longer he had to wait, the more irritating things he found to do that could relieve his tension. So there he sat beside Castiel in the fertility clinic’s waiting room clicking a pen on the nearby table.
Click. Unclick. Click. Unclick. Click. Unclick. Cli—
"—Dean." The angel slammed his hand over that irritating clicky pen.
"Sorry," he offered after a moment. He slouched low in his chair, thinking. "I wish she’d let one of us come in the room for the transfer."
"What do you want to do? Scrub in?"
At least that got a silent chuckle and deepened smile lines around his eyes. Castiel slid his palm into Dean’s hand and the slight tremble he found there surprised him. Pointing it out would make him feel worse though, so he said nothing, but remarked to himself that he’d never seen Dean so unglued as trying to have another child. Sometimes he had to remind himself of how Dean grew up without any semblance of a normal family life and now that he built it for himself, piece by piece, the threat of anything ruining it made him have phobic reactions. He never talked about it but Castiel understood. Their fingers laced together and they squeezed each other in silence.
"Implanting two was the right way to go this time," Dean decided, apparently going over every detail in his mind on repeat.
"We could end up with twins," reminded Castiel.
I didn’t realize this was going to be up so soon, i was taken unawares. Squees and feels ensued.