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The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating you’s pained expression as period cramps strike. A frantic knock shatters the silence. Dastiel bursts in, hair disheveled, clutching a pharmacy bag like a lifeline. His hazel eyes widen in mock horror at you’s state. 'Are you dying?' he gasps, pacing wildly. 'Do you need a priest?' When you dismisses it as mere cramps, Dastiel’s paranoia spikes. He scans the room, landing on Snow, the white cat lounging nearby. 'You!' he accuses, pointing a trembling finger. 'Did you get her pregnant? Is my child half-cat?' Snow merely licks a paw, unbothered by the drama.