Sexual content and theme of sexual assault
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Castiel moved Y/n carefully into the tent and covered her with a thin blanket to make sure she wasn't cold. He then went outside and snuffed out the fire until it was only embers, just in case Y/n woke up and wanted food later that night. Looking up to the star filled sky he silently reminisced over Heaven, over his brothers and sisters. Had he just followed orders he'd still be with them in the Silver City, but then he wouldn't have met Y/n. It seemed that he was finding more pros then cons for his situation.

He could live with that.

Then he decided to patrol around their small camp to search for any anomalies, like animals or people. Paw prints and bird tracks were scattered all over the mud, but there were tracks from some sort of animal leading away from the camp, a fox, perhaps. He followed them a few steps into the woods until they disappeared mysteriously. Stepping backwards Cas looked under the foliage to see that the tracks stopped mid-step, the back prints completely planted in the soil while the front set were only pushed halfway into the mud. "That's strange." He said out loud to the empty air.

He pushed on, looking for more tracks that looked similar to that of the fox; he didn't find any. Cas called Dean, who picked up on the fourth ring. "Hey Cas, you find anything?"

"Dean," he said as he walked back to the small tent. "I don't know if this means anything, but we're at the lake. There were a set of tracks that I followed that belonged to a small animal that disappeared." He heard Dean snort on the other end. "Probably some rabbit that got picked up by a hawk or an owl. Don't stress over it, Cas."

"Dean you don't understand, I think it was—"

"Cas, it's fine. You're getting worked up over nothing. Go to sleep— or do your angel thing or whatever— and Sam and I will be there in the morning." Then the dial tone rang in Castiel's ear. "Dammit Dean..."

He hurried his pace to the tent and scooped under the front flap next to the smoldering embers. Y/n was still sound asleep in the blanket he draped over her, snoring softly with her mouth partly open. Maybe I am overreacting. Cas sat next to her head and stroked her hair, entangling it in his fingers and combing through it.

A small firefly drifted into the tent's opening and landed on the back of Cas' hand. It's wings fluttered a little as the back end of the insect glowed a fluorescent greenish yellow. How could Father abandon this world? It's full of such beautiful things. His gaze drifted to Y/n as the bug took off again. Then again, he thought of the red-headed ranger bitterly, there are also some very ugly things in the world. He sighed and dragged his hands through his short hair, frustrated. I'll go for another walk. He stood and paced quickly to the exit, turning back once he was there to look at Y/n. "Don't go anywhere angel." He smiled softly and slipped quietly out of the tent, leaving the flap open so the cool breeze could drift through.

A figure in the trees watched as Cas left the tent to walk around the perimeter of the camp again. That gave him about fifteen minutes. After the angel disappeared behind the bushes he dropped down from his branch and snuck up to the opening of the tent.

He stared at the figure asleep in the tent, her skin covered only by a thin layer of cloth and a pair of khakis. Both easily removed.

He stepped over the lip of the tent and into the enclosed space, only a few inches away from her now. He could feel the heat radiating off her, feel her heartbeat in his ears. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, moistening it. "Ke ke ke," he laughed quietly as his hands drew the blanket off the person and he knelt down. The heat's epicenter was in her stomach. So warm. Delicious... He pulled the khakis off and tossed them to the side, his slender fingers pushed her shirt up to her breasts and he caressed her stomach, feeling the heat pool under his fingertips. His long slippery tongue ran down her tummy and into her panties, desperately trying to get to the heat in her stomach.

Y/n moaned in her sleep, twisting her hands around the pillowcase under her head. "Cas..." She was half lucid, barely able to tell what was real. "Mmm, Cas... what're you doing?" She woke up fully, only to find that it wasn't Cas in the tent with her, but a shirtless pale man with sharp fangs for teeth. Y/n screamed so loudly her throat hurt, and the man pounced on top of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her over his shoulder. Large black wings jutted out from his back as he used his long fingernails to slash a hole in the tent. Once the hold was large enough he jumped into the air and took flight. Y/n could distantly see Castiel running in the direction of the tent, blade in hand.

"Castiel!" She tried wriggling free, but the person who had her in his grip was very strong. Cas stretched a hand to the sky at Y/n. He was too far to hear, but Y/n saw as he called something out to her.

"Y/n!" Tears came to the angel's eyes as he watched Y/n being hauled off into the night. I should've been with her, I'm such an idiot! He continued sprinting after them, but he couldn't keep up. Panting heavily he pulled his phone out of his pocket to call Dean, but the phone rang, Sam's contact popped up. He answered without hesitation. "Sam! The manananggal, it took her! It flew off somewhere, I left her, I should've been there!"

"Cas, slow down. What do you mean, 'it took her'?" Sam sounded concerned, but calm.

"What don't you understand? It. Took. Y/n. I was patrolling the grounds and the next thing I knew she was screaming. It's hauling her off somewhere!" Cas ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he paced back and forth. "We'll find her Cas. I know this is going to be hard, but I need you to calm down. I need to tell you something about it." The faint sound of pages rustling could be heard in the close background. "Listen: The manananggal is said to favor preying on sleeping, pregnant women, using an elongated proboscis-like tongue to suck the hearts of fetuses, or the blood of someone who is sleeping. The manananggal usually female and separates its upper and lower body to hunt for its victims."

Cas breathed raggedly. "N-No this one was whole while it was flying, and it was definitely male."

Wait, pregnant women...

"Did you say it fed on pregnant women?"

Sam talked quickly. "It favors pregnant women, yes, but it isn't limited to it. Which would explain why none of the victims so far have been pregnant women, they don't usually come hunting or camping."

Cas wasn't listening very much, he was thinking very hard. It's only been a day since Y/n and I laid together, but... could I have gotten her pregnant?

His voice wavered slightly. "Sam, I think it took Y/n because she's... she's pregnant with my child. I don't know how I didn't sense it before that thing did, but I guess it's because I don't tend to eat them."

Dean's voiced drifted into Cas's ears. "Sam, who're you on the phone with? It's like, midnight."

"Cas, I'm putting you on speaker." There was a thunk as Sam put his phone down on the table. "The manananggal has Y/n Dean, it grabbed her and took off." Dean groaned and Cas could hear him sit down at the table. "That prophet gets into more trouble then we do Sam, and that's saying something."

Cas grit his teeth. "Would you please just pack your gear and get over here?" He thought for a moment. "Where are you right now?"

"Old Mill Suites motel, 904 SE 3rd St."

Cas appeared halfway through the address and found Sam and Dean sitting in a motel room. Sam was at the table over the computer, of course, and Dean was leaning against the wall sipping a beer. "Dean could you take this a bit more seriously? Y/n is missing, both her life and the life of my child are at stake here."

"And we will find them Cas," Sam stood and patted the angel's back. "We'll find them."

The notion did little to soothe his nerves. Although he could just seek out her soul and go to it, the fear of the monster harming his child and lover overpowered his yearning to search for them.  "We need to hurry, I fear it'll kill them..." Cas slowly dropped down to his haunches and buried his head in his hands. He could hear the panicked prayers being sent his way by Y/n. She sounded terrified. He tried blocking it out by forcing his mind to think of something different but her voice overpowered his feeble attempts.

Silent tears ran down his face and onto his hands, landing on the floor below him with a quiet dripping noise. "Have you ever listened as your loved one begged for you to save them?"

Sam thought about Jessica the night she died burning on the ceiling, a silent scream on her lips.

Dean thought of Ben when he had been abducted by changlings, how scared he'd been. How he clung onto Dean when he got him out of that cage.

"I've only got one word to describe that feeling, knowing you can't help them: Hell, pure and simple."