Hello again everybody!

A/N: This fanfiction was written some time ago and I finally worked on correcting it the best I could. I hope it came out okay.

I do not own anything in this fanfiction except the story itself since I invented it. The characters will probably be OOC, just like always so if this isn't your cup of tea, you can leave.

Warning for language (Just a little bit) and MPreg (Nothing too explicit though).

With this I'll let you read in peace, thank y'all for reading.

A dangerous gift

Chapter 1

Castiel, powerful angel of the lord, appeared next to the Winchester brothers who were sat at the table in the bunker. He put a hand on the table to stable himself and looked at the older brother. Dean frowned as he slowly stood up to walk to his friend. Sam turned his head to look at the other two. He waited without saying a word.

The angel was pale and Dean looked straight in his ocean blue eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked his best friend but got no answer. Castiel looked like he might throw up but still stayed in the same place with his left hand on the table. "Cas?" Dean asked a little bit louder. He could see the sudden look of fear in Castiel's eyes for a second before the angel fell in his arms, unconscious.

Sam stood up as he saw the angel's head falling on Dean's chest and helped his brother to carry Castiel to Dean's bedroom which was the closest. Dean put him gently on the bed and sat on the side of it. He looked as the unconscious angel without saying a word. Sam was the first to talk.

"So… what do we do?" He asked quietly.

Dean raised his shoulders without taking his eyes off Castiel.

"We wait until he wake up again? He might just be tired or something." Dean proposed.

"Dean, angels don't need to sleep." Sam stated.

"Then what do you want to do?" Dean finally asked after a moment.

"I don't know. Maybe you're right in the end." Sam said as he walked to the door. "We should leave him here for a bit. Let him rest."

Dean slowly nodded as he stood up. He didn't make any noise as he walked away and closed the door a small bit. He looked at his little brother and sighed. "Want a beer?" He asked before going in the kitchen to get himself one. His brother simply followed.

…

Sam had gone to his room and Dean had pulled a chair next to his bed to keep an eye on Castiel. He knew he had asked the angel not to do this to him but this was an exception. Castiel could be hurt, his grace could be gone for all he knew. He wasn't going to watch him sleep and all, he was just there. Sure, his neck was going to be a bitch tomorrow but he would stay there. If the angel woke up and needed somebody, Dean would be there. And that thought was enough to make him stay. He was simply helping a friend.

He yawned a couple of time before simply closing his eyes and letting himself go to sleep. A noise in the bathroom woke him up the next morning. He opened his eyes and turned his head slowly. Yep, he had been right… his neck didn't want to corporate. But he forgot the pain when he saw that the angel wasn't there anymore. He stood up and slowly walked outside of his room to reach the bathroom.

There he was. The angel was knelt in front of the toilet and by the sound he was making, Dean could easily guess that he was throwing up. He walked to Castiel and without really looking at him, he put a hand on his back and rubbed gently. Once he was finish, the angel looked up. Dean stood up quickly to damp a small towel and gave it to Castiel.

The angel looked at the object in his hand and tilt his head. Dean sighed and knelt in front of him. He slowly and gently rubbed the damp cloth on his face. Castiel closed his eyes and Dean continued, not really noticing what he was doing.

"Dean…" Castiel whispered, which woke Dean up from whatever was happening in his head. He took the small towel away and threw it in the small laundry basket they had.

"Yes?" Dean asked as he moved to flush the toilet. He took the glass which had been standing on the sink for a long time and rinsed it. When he decided that the glass was clean enough he put some water in it again and gave it to the angel on the floor. "Drink this." Dean simply said.

Castiel nodded and took the glass with both hands. He slowly drank while looking up at his friend. Castiel slowly shook his head and a tear fell from his right eye. He looked so confused.

"Why am I crying? I'm an angel, I do not cry… Dean why does it hurt? I'm a… it's not supposed to hurt." Castiel whispered with a couple of shudders.

"Come on, Cas. Let's get you in bed again. Maybe you just need rest. You probably just caught something, it will pass." Dean said a little bit more to convince himself than anything else. He helped the angel to stand up and they walked slowly to Dean's bedroom. Dean gently put him on the bed and pulled the blankets on top of the angel. He sat in his chair again and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Your neck hurt." Castiel stated with his deep voice.

"Don't worry about me." Dean simply told him. "Just sleep, Cas."

"I can't sleep if I know that you are hurt. Come here." Castiel said as he moved his hand toward Dean.

"You are not healing me, Castiel. We still don't know what's happening to you, we can't risk you losing your powers because my neck was hurting." Dean explained and Castiel nodded. He moved on one side of the bed and looked at Dean.

"You can sleep here too." He said.

"I…" Dean couldn't say anything. He knew Castiel only meant to do this because Dean was going to hurt his neck badly if he stayed in that chair. He knew that it was just a friendly action and that it was a normal thing to do in Castiel's book. But there was something that was keeping him away for some reason. It's not like they would be cuddling or anything. Why was he so worried about that anyway? He sighed quietly and stepped in the bed next to his friend.