A/N: I've been away from FFN for awhile and I'm sorry for that. This is a story I'd like to reach more readers so I'll post it here as well as on ao3.

Important to note about this universe: It's NOT an ABO but, in this universe, some men can get pregnant. So, I guess, consider that a universe alteration.

Why in the name of Zep was the smell of pizza making Dean want to puke? That was not awesome. He ran to the bathroom as soon as Sam opened the box and emptied his guts into the toilet.

Sam came up behind him and steadied his shoulders. "Dude, what's going on? I'm really starting to worry. Think maybe we should take you to the hospital?"

Dean groaned and flushed "'M fine, Sammy, just something I ate."

"Dean, you've been like this for five days. The way you've been sick, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were pregnant."

Dean froze and nearly threw up again at the thought. Sure it was possible for men to get pregnant though incredibly rare, but there was no way Dean could be. Okay, so he and Cas had sex—the best fucking sex of his life—and Cas had been on top but angels couldn't have kids. Could they? Holy fuck, Dean didn't know. He just thought angels were created just as they are. Like pod people.

Dean got to his feet and turned on the sink faucet "maybe it's the stomach flu."

"I still think you should see a doctor."

"Sam, I'm fine" he rinsed out his mouth with water and mouth wash.

"Do you at least want me to go to the store? Get some medicine?"

Dean shook his head "Nah, I'll go. I'm feeling better. We gotta restock anyway."

"I'll go with you."

"No" Dean said, maybe too quickly. He was thinking of getting a pregnancy test or maybe just calling Cas, just to see. No, definitely pregnancy test. He'd tell Cas if it came up positive. Dean was sure it was just a stomach bug or something. Or hey, maybe a witch's curse. "You just keep researching or whatever." He left before Sam could say anything else.

…

Pregnancy tests weren't specific to gender but Dean still chose the most generic looking box there was—it was also the least expensive. God, he hoped no one was possessed around here. That would really suck for word to get out among demons that Dean Winchester was pregnant. He took several deep breaths before he could even pick up the test.

Christ, what was wrong with him? No one was necessarily gonna think it was for him. He could be picking it for a girlfriend for all they knew. He grabbed up a couple of candy bars and did his best to look casual as he went up to the cashier.

He was out of the store without incident. Now, where the hell would he take this thing? He couldn't go back to the motel, not yet anyway. He got back in the Impala and drove till he found a bar. Hopefully the bathrooms were small and he could get a burger while he was at it.

"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked when he sat down.

Dean picked up the menu but hardly looked at it "Your best burger. Should I go to a table?"

"Nope. You can eat at the bar till five and it's only four." She was cute and Dean normally would be flirting with her but he just didn't have it in him today.

He cleared his throat "Uh, where's your men's room?"

"Straight back there" she pointed. "I'll punch in your burger."

"Thanks" he trudged back to the restroom and thankfully, it was one of those small ones that could only fit one at a time. And it was empty. He went inside and locked the door. He pulled the test out of his jacket and read the instructions—simple enough, pee on the stick and then wait five minutes. And hey, he had an empty stomach too. All right then.

Five minutes later, he stared in horror as the test showed positive.

"Hey man" there was a knock on the door "you gonna be much longer?"

Dean had already buried the packaging in the trash so he put the test in his jacket, why he wasn't sure, and opened the door. "Sorry" he brushed past the man and towards the exit.

"Hey" called the bartender "did you want your burger?"

"Changed my mind" he stormed outside and back into the car. What the hell did he do now? Okay, those at-home tests weren't always right, right? Right. He'd just have to double-check. He pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, fuck, he'd have to call Cas. He wasn't about to go to some quack doctor.

He pulled out his cell and dialed Cas.

"Hello Dean" Cas answered.

"Cas, I need to see you."

"Of course. Where are you?"

"Parking lot of Dave's Bar and Grill on 5th in Reading, Pennsylvania."

Cas appeared next to him instantly. "In public Dean? Aren't you concerned about people witnessing….?"

Dean rolled his eyes, he'd created a monster. Ever since they first had sex, Cas couldn't get enough. Not that Dean minded, because it was mind-blowing every time, even if it was just a quickie. "I didn't call you here for sex, Cas." And if he was pregnant than Cas was never gonna be on top again, thank you very much. He'd show the angel what it was like to cum untouched.

Cas's demeanor changed instantly, his forehead crinkled and he titled his head in that adorable way of his "What's wrong?"

Dean took a breath and came right out with it "Can you have kids?"

"I don't…"

"Am I pregnant Cas? Did you get me pregnant? I've been puking up my guts for like a week, the smell of pizza makes me sick and" he pulled out the pregnancy test "this thing says I am."

Cas's eyes widened and he reached out and put a hand on Dean's stomach "Oh my. I believe so Dean."

"Son of a bitch" Dean moaned and hunched over the steering wheel, dropping the test to the floor. He never thought he'd ever get pregnant or even get someone else pregnant and now, during this apocalypse crap was the worst possible time. "Do condoms not work for angels or something?"

"I don't know. I've never had cause to find out before."

"Fuck. What are we supposed to do, Cas?" Dean dared to look up at Cas and saw he looked just as scared as Dean felt.

"I don't know."

Suddenly they heard what sounded like a trumpet blast.

"The fuck?" Dean looked around and they were no longer in the parking lot. They weren't even in the car. Instead they were in what looked like a barn of all places. "What the fuck is going on?!" His nerves were frayed to the breaking point and he absolutely did not want to deal with this, whatever it was, right now. In fact he was perfectly content with the idea of ignoring everything till it went away.

A voice from somewhere above them, called out "You should have heard the mouth on the last person I delivered this kind of message to."

So, what do you think?

Hey, if you love mpreg's as much as I do, also check out my friend Snailhair101's fic "Purpose", you can find it in my favorites.