Sam POV continued

Sam's sleep was broken by terrible dreams. They weren't nightmares, exactly, but they made him very anxious and confused.

Sam sat behind his laptop and stared at Dean. "When did you grow wings?" he asked his feathered brother. Dean replied, "The wings grew in when Cas got me pregnant." This was when Sam noticed Dean's very round baby bump.

Sam moaned and tossed in his sleep.

"Where is Cas? I'm gonna kill him for knocking up my brother." Sam looked around the motel room. Dean answered, "There he is on the bed. He is the little grey kitten with big blue eyes."

Sam woke with a start. He was never going to let Dean talk him into eating a bacon-double-cheeseburger before bed ever again. He had never had such fucked up, crazy-ass dreams. He had to seriously wonder about what was going on in his own subconscious to come up with shit like that.

He had to think it had something to do with the very bizarre behaviour that Cas and Dean had been exhibiting in the past week, ever since Cas had bought Dean's soul. Dean had not become evil since giving up his soul into the safe keeping of the angel. He just wasn't quite himself and Cas had become increasingly obsessed with the soul, itself.

It seemed like every time Cas was around, he was muttering and mumbling to the soul, baby-talking it and stroking it like a cat. At first Sam had thought it was creepy, but then he had noticed Dean's reaction to it.

Whenever Cas handled Dean's soul, Dean became very relaxed and calm. He seemed to be happier that he had been in years. Sam would even go so far as to say Dean was content. This led Sam to ponder the connection between souls and people.

This was not the first time Cas had held Dean's soul. After all, it had been Dean's soul that Cas had gripped and lifted from perdition. Dean's body had been buried in the ground. Sam assumed that there must be a very strong correlation between what happens to the soul and what happens to the body. The handprint scar on Dean's shoulder was proof of that.

Sam supposed it didn't really matter much anyway. Last night he and Dean had finally killed, salted and burned the witch and her soul-trap box. Today, as soon as possible, Dean was going to get his soul back from Cas.

As if he was just waiting for the brothers to stir, Cas appeared in the motel room. "Hello, Dean." The angel said. Sam nodded his own hello just as Dean emerged from the bathroom. Dean said, "So, are we ready to do this thing?"

Cas manifested Dean's soul in his raised right hand and walked towards the middle of the room. Dean met his halfway and reached out with his own hand. Cas placed the soul carefully on Deans open palm and watched as it reabsorbed into Dean's body.

Sam watched the whole process with fascination. Dean shivered and his knees started to buckle. Cas quickly scooped him up and deposited him on his bed. "I should probably stay here and make sure Dean is alright." Cas said.

Sam nodded and started to work on his laptop. Cas sat in the other chair and watched Dean as he tossed and turned on the bed. Sam did research and occasionally glanced at Dean to see how he was doing. He also kept one eye on the angel. He hoped the shaking and whimpering would stop soon. Cas's shaking and whimpering, that is. He was acting strung out, like an addict. His eyes were locked on Dean and his hands were clutching the chair arms.

Meanwhile, Dean was tossing, turning, moaning and twitching. Sam really wanted to escape the room, but was afraid of leaving Dean and Cas alone. He cleared his throat and asked the angel, "Uh, Cas? Are you alright?" Cas's eyes flicked briefly to Sam's before focusing on Dean again.

"I am fine, Sam. Why do you ask?" Cas gasped. Dean rolled his eyes and responded, "Oh, I don't know. You seem a little anxious." A sharp crack sounded in the room as Cas broke one of the chair arms.

Sam stood up and walked over to the bed Dean was flopped on. He carefully rolled his brother over to make room on the bed for another person. Sam could feel Cas's eyes boring holes in the back of his skull. "Come here Cas." Sam said, patting the empty space on the bed. Cas slowly stood up and shuffled the few feet between the chair and the bed.

As he got closer and closer to Dean, Cas started to look a little better. Sam watched as Cas stretched out on the bed next to Dean. They both quieted some, so Sam decided to sit back down at his laptop and try to get some more research done. The next time he looked at the pair, Dean appeared to be sleeping deeply. Cas was rubbing small circles between Dean's shoulder blades with his right hand. Sam could just make out the quiet mumurs that Cas was whispering to Dean.

"Aren't you just the pwettiest thing I have ever seen? I could just eat you up. Nom, nom, nom. Who is my widdle pwecious? Hmmmm? So sparkly and shiny. Yes you are. Yes you are. You are just the shiniest-winiest thing in the whole wide world."

Sam decided he was going to invest in some industrial grade ear plugs. He took another look at the couple on the bed. Nope. He was gonna start getting his own room.