When Castiel had gotten word that you were going into labor, he dropped his hunt and did everything in his power to get back to you.

Cas appeared in your room with a flutter of his wings, Cas gripped down onto your hand to provide support, his other hand resting on your lower back.

“You’re doing great, honeybee. I’m right here every step of the way.” He whispered into your ear.

“Cas!” You groaned, crushing his hand on another contraction.

“Shh… you need breathe.” He hummed.