A/N: This was written for a SuperWho role-play, in which Meg and Castiel were involved. Due to their 'interactions,' Meg fears that she may be pregnant. Initially, Castiel is horrified that he may have had a part in the creation of an abomination, but determines that even if he can not bring himself to love this potential child, he will protect it because he could never desert his child as his father deserted him. Here, we find Castiel attempting to come to terms with the fact that he may soon be a father.

He'd been standing here for hours, just watching, observing as they moved in and out, shoved through doors, and transported the room's occupants. He stood, simply taking in the bustle, the noise, the peace and joy, wishing that he could somehow absorb all of that emotion into himself. The nurses didn't seem to mind his presence, as long as he remained behind the glass.

It was strange to see them all, babies lined up in things resembling cases. Some cried, others slept, still others merely observed. Boys, girls: all infants. Many had been alive for hours, some mere seconds and yet, they took in their surroundings, a sage knowledge in their eyes that far surpassed their age.

He looked over at the man standing near him with his fingers pressed to the glass. Clearly, he'd been in this position before and yet, here he stood overflowing with the joy and satisfaction of welcoming a new member to the family. "Amazing isn't it?" Castiel asked, glancing over at the man once again. "They're so new and so small, but each of them has been given a specific task to complete in life."

"Huh?" The man asked, finally looking at Cas. "Yeah, I suppose. Never thought of it like that." He smiled, indulgently. "So, which one's yours?"

"Oh no," Castiel stuttered. "I don't… None of them are mine.

The man quirked an eyebrow at Castiel. "So, you usually like to come into hospital maternity wings and look at people's kids?"

"No." Castiel blushed. When asked like that, it did seem a bit strange. "My… girlfriend is expecting." Maybe. "I just wanted to see what it would be like."

"Ah. First time I'm assuming, if you're nervousness is anything to go by. Believe me. It's the best experience in the world. A baby. It changes you, causes you to unconditionally love someone other than yourself, forces you to be a better person. That one over there," he said, pointing to a cherubic little girl wrapped in a pink blanket and wearing a pink bonnet, "is my third, Kaia. It means "pure." I like to think of her as a do-over. Regardless of what I did yesterday, or five years ago, she's completely innocent of that. Like fresh snow."

Castiel nodded, slightly. A human child could be innocent of their parents' actions, sure, but in a few months (how long was the gestational period anyway? Did it resemble that of a human, demon, or angel, or would it be an average of the three?) he could potentially be holding a child in his arms, and would that child be innocent of his sins? Of Meg's sins?

"Ah. Here she comes now." Castiel was drawn from his musings when the man turned to him, a smile on his face, eyes alight with the pureness form of joy. "They're taking her to see her mother. I'm so sorry…"

"Castiel."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Ryan," the man said extending his hand. "I'm so sorry, Castiel, but I should go now. It was lovely talking to you. Good luck with that baby. You'll be a phenomenal father. Any man, who'd take the time to come down here just to watch, would be."

"Thank you, Ryan," Castiel said, taking the man's hand firmly in his. "You've given me much to think about."

A/N: I had a ridiculous amount of fun writing this. It was fluffy and soft, and a side of Cas that I never thought I'd write. I know that it may seem a bit out of character, but it was based on the developments of my role play. I invite you to check out that blog for more information, but please remember to share your thoughts on this piece. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.