My Little Angel
Nothing is worse then puking your guts up every morning for the past 6 weeks. This is thought that Sam has on repeat every day with his head in the toilet. Everything hurts. His head, his stomach, basically his whole body is in shambles. 6 weeks ago Sam found out that Dean tricked him into letting an angel, Ezekiel; possess him so that he could heal him from the inside. Later, Dean found out that, Ezekiel was really another angel, Gadreel, who was the one who let the serpent into the Garden. Gadreel has also killed Kevin with Metatrons instructions, which was the last straw for Dean.
Ever since Gadreel has been expelled from Sam, Dean worried that Sam wasn't healed all the way. He was worried that Sam could possibly be dying.
"You should be in bed," Dean scolded at Sam who was taking a sip of water in the kitchen. Dean had his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm just getting a glass of water, not exactly moving mountains."
"How do you feel?" Dean poured himself a cup of coffee.
Sam took another sip of water, "About the same."
"Well that's good. Not any worse and not any better. That's progress."
"I think that's the opposite of progress, Dean."
"Do you feel the same way you did with the trials?"
Sam put his water down and leaned on the counter. "Kind of…a little worse actually."
Dean sighs. "Sammy, maybe we should kidnap Gadreel or something. Beat some answers out of him."
"What good is that going to do?" Sam asked calmly.
"Beats sitting here, wringing our hands," he exclaimed.
"I don't want Gadreel anywhere near me."
"What if we can get him to fully heal you? We can get him back inside-"
"No!" Sam cut him off. "We're not doing that again. And you're not going to trick me again," Sam added.
"I wasn't going to I-," he took a deep breath. "I'm just trying to clean up my mess."
"I know you are, but we have to come to the very possibly realization that I'm-that I could be…dying."
Dean pointed his finger at Sam.
"You're not dying! You're just…sick or something." Sam thought Dean was in denial. "We'll figure it out." Dean grabbed his coffee and stormed out of the kitchen.
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Dean was worn out. He spent all night in the library with a half empty bottle of whisky and about 30 books, trying to find a way to help Sam. He thought about making deals with demons, selling his soul, even calling Crowley came to mind. He was lost.
He took a large gulp of whiskey and winced at the after burn. Then it dawned on him. Castiel. He looked up, closed his eyes and began to pray.
"Hey Cas," Dean slurs. "I need you buddy. I don't know what to do. Sammy's dying and I'm all out of options."
He opens his eyes and, no Castiel. Dean get's up and the room began to spin. He grabbed the table in front of him to prevent falling down.
"Dammit Cas! Get your angelic ass down here now!" Dean yelled.
Dean swung his body around to see Castiel standing in front of him.
"You're here," Dean said relieved.
"And you're drunk," Castiel pointed out.
He scratches the back of his head a little embarrassed, "It seems that way." He grabs the bottle and pours some more whiskey in his glass. He takes a sip, "You have to fix Sam."
"Dean, I don't know if I can."
"Then possess him! Do what Gadreel started out to do!"
"I'm not as powerful as Gadreel is right now, plus you know Sam isn't going to agree with that."
"No! He said he won't let Gadreel possess him, he said nothing about you."
"You're not thinking straight," Castiel gathered.
Dean laughs, "You're right Cas, I'm not thinking straight. Why aren't I thinking straight? I don't know. OH! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that MY BROTHER IS DYING!" Dean screamed. Castiel didn't move. He blinked and stared at Dean with compassion.
A tear rolled down Dean's cheek. Dean's voice was shaking. "Please help him."
Castiel took a breath. Dean looked broken down. Bags under his eyes, cheeks puffy and red, most likely slept in his clothes. Even if Castiel couldn't do anything, he thought he should at least try to help his friend.
Castiel nodded. "Okay, let's see what I can do."
Dean led Castiel to Sam's room. He was up trying to find a book to read. Between that and sleeping, I was all he really did lately.
They open the door and Sam looks at Castiel confused.
"Cas? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here as a favor to your brother," says walking into the bedroom.
"Meaning?" Sam backs treads backwards.
"He's going to fix you, Sam," Dean added walking in behind Castiel.
"Dean, I told you to let it go!" Sam cried.
"I can't, it ain't in me."
Sam smelled the alcohol on his breath.
"You're drunk," Sam realized.
"I'm fine. Cas, get to healing."
Sam's eyes darted around the room trying to think of a way to stop Cas. He didn't want to be possessed again. Cas took his hand and dropped it on Sam's forehead. He closed his eyes and a blue energy escaped his hands. When Castiel opened his eyes again he slowly backed away from Sam.
"You can relax, Sam. I was never going to possess you. Just try to heal you."
"And…?" Dean asked with anticipation.
"I can't heal him."
Dean felt his heart skip a beat. That was it. His brother was going to die. There was nothing he could do about it.
"I'm so sorry, Sam. I tried-"
"You didn't let me finish," Castiel interrupted. "I can't heal him because there's nothing to be healed."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I feel like absolute crap. I never felt like this before the trials."
"That's because you weren't pregnant before the trials," Castiel blurted.
Dean and Sam exchange looks.
"I know that I'm sorta drunk right now, but can you repeat that?"
"Sam is pregnant with a Nephilim," Castiel said astonished.
"A what?" Sam exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was better than hearing that he was dying, but not by much.
"Are you saying Gadreel planted a baby in my brother?"
"It's his leftover grace," Castiel explained. "When he left your brother he left some grace behind. That grace becomes unclaimed energy, forming into a baby." Castiel thinks back. "This has only happened one other time in history."
"Well what do we do?" a frightened Sam asks.
"We must kill it," Castiel instructed.
Instinctively Dean got in front of Sam to protect him. He puts his hands out in front of Castiel. "Whoa, hold on! Let's think about this first."
"You don't understand. Nephilms are an abomination. That baby will be more powerful then your average angel. Thousands of angels are going to want it dead."
Without realizing it, Sam put his hand on his stomach. Everything Castiel was saying made him extremely nervous. If what the angel was saying was true, that mean he had a whole other life to look after and take care of it. What if it really was as powerful as Cas was saying? How do you with that? He opened the floodgates in his brain. Every fear and thought poured into his brain.
"How will you even raise it-,"
"We'll figure it out!" Sam shocked himself into yelling.
There was a lot that Sam and Dean needed to discuss, but they couldn't really do that with Castiel standing there. "Cas, you should go."
Castiel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought the moment Dean heard that what Sam was carrying, he would do everything he could to get rid of it. This was an open and shut case. Maybe, it had something to do with the fact that he wasn't fully human, and didn't have those feelings but still!
Castiel disappeared but not without making his point known. "You guys are making the wrong decision."
"Thank God, he was giving me a headache." Sam walks past Dean. He grabs his arms before he could get to far. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Out," Sam sharply returned.
"How could leave after hearing what you heard? You can't just get up and go right now."
"Watch me."
Sam pulls away from Dean and leaves the bunker. He got in Dean's car and speed off.
He raced down the highway not planning on stopping anytime soon. He thought the more distance he could get away from Dean, the less he would have to think about what was going on. It didn't work. Sam drove for 20 miles before he pulled the car over, at an overlook point. He got out of the car and dumped his breakfast all over the pavement. All that excitement must of have gotten to him.
Stumbling out of the car he leaned on the hood.
Sam was more than pissed, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out whom he was mad at. Dean was the one who let Gadreel possess him but then again Gadreel was the one who left the grace. And then Castiel tells him that the kid he's carrying is on the Angels most wanted list.
"Dammit!" Sam yelled, then picked up a rock and threw it over the railing that overlooked the scenic view.
For the first time in a very long time, Sam didn't know what to do.
He got up from the car and leaned over the railing staring out into the view. 'Maybe it won't be so bad,' he thought. He then rolled his eyes. 'What the hell am I thinking; of course it's going to be terrible. I'm having a freaking baby! When was that a good a thing? Except…. it was always a good thing, just not for a hunter.'
Sam took a breath and peered down to his flat stomach. He put both hands on it and smirked. "I'm having a baby." He finally said it out loud. It sounded so real now that he admitted it to himself.
This was nuts.
His mind raced while driving back to the bunker. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to Dean.
He rushed into the bunker; found Dean, who was nursing his hangover with a cup of coffee in the Library. He saw Sam rushing toward him.
"Sam, where the hell-"
"Dad told you to kill me if I went dark side. Well, I went dark side and you didn't kill me. Why?" Dean frowned at Sam's sudden outburst.
"I couldn't, it wasn't in me. I knew that we would figure out a way to save you." Dean stood up leaving his coffee behind.
"Even though I started the Apocalypse?"
Dean shrugged. "Didn't matter. You're my brother."
Sam nodded. "And this is my kid. I don't care what Cas said; we'll figure it out. It deserves to have a chance."
"I agree."
Sam looked at him a little confused. He was prepared for the fight. All that time in the car when he rehearsed what he would say to his brother to defend his unborn baby, wasted. "You do?"
"Yeah." Dean stood up. "You're my brother, Sam. I'm just relieved you're not dying." Dean confessed. "This whole, angel baby business, we'll get a handle on it."
Even though Sam knew Dean had no idea what he was talking about, he felt safe knowing he had his back.
"What about Cas? Should we be worried about him or other angels finding out? Or demons?" Cas, he could handle, but a flock of angels trying to kill his baby, he wasn't too sure about."
"I mean, only Cas knows about the baby for now, so I think we're safe with him and if he knows what's good for him he's not going to tell other angels."
"What about demons?"
"Like who, Crowley? What would he want with a Nephilim?"
"Cas said it held 'great power'. What demon doesn't want power?"
Sam then noticed Dean's eyes go in a different direction, like his mind wandered off.
"We should get you checked out by a doctor."
Did he just ignore Sam's question?
"Dean, did you hear what I said?" Sam asked as he watched his brother go through his phones contacts.
"Do you think Dr. Robert is still around? I should give him a call…"
"Dean…"
"… Then again his place was pretty unsanitary…"
"Dean…"
"… But who else could we-"
"DEAN!" Sam screamed. Dean looked up from his phone and saw a wide-eyed Sam staring back at him.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Yeah I heard you, Sam, but there's nothing we can do about that right now. You just found out you're pregnant and you want to talk about possible demons?"
Sam struggled to find the right words. "Well… no."
"Okay, then lets stop treating this like a hunt and begin treating it for what it is."
Dean was right. Since Sam was a child, he was programmed to take every piece of information like it's a piece of a complicated puzzle. It's how he solved all of his cases and this pregnancy wasn't any different. Except it was different. It was a part of him. It was his baby. And for some reason Dean understood all of this and Sam didn't.
Sam wasn't the brother who had the father gene. He was so used to his brother taking care of him, that he forgot how to return the favor.
"Right." He hoped that Dean didn't notice the fear in Sam's voice.
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A few weeks have gone by since Sam and Dean found out about the pregnancy. Since then they have been trying their best to find a suitable doctor to look after Sam, since Dr. Robert has passed away. Also, Sam has continued to feel nauseous in the morning, noon and night. Feeling like crap is putting it lightly.
The amount of time Dean spent trying to find a doctor that knew about hunters was admirable.
Dean huffed and tossed his phone on the table as he slumped into his chair. "I'm running out of options."
"No luck, huh?" Sam asked as he walked in from the kitchen eating a yogurt.
"Not a one." Dean sits up in his chair a bit. "You know I was thinking… maybe we should call Cas."
Sam swallows his yogurt. "Why?"
"Because I'm beginning to think he's the only one who can help us," Dean answered. "And before you start, remember, Cas is our friend and wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
To be honest, it wasn't Cas Sam was worried about. It was the other angels that want his baby dead. But Sam could tell that he wanted Cas to be there. No matter what Castiel was family and that meant a lot to Dean. It killed him having to give him the cold shoulder for all this time.
Sam leaned on the table and took a deep breath, "Alright. Call him."
Dean closed his eyes to pray to him and before he could even open his mouth Castiel appeared in front of him.
"Hello, Dean."
"Talk about quick customer service," Dean mumbled.
Castiel looked over to Sam and gave him a small smile.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
"I'm….dealing. How about you Cas?"
Castiel looked down as his feet and back at Sam with disappointment. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you, Sam. I should've been more sympathetic to your condition."
Sam could tell Castiel really beat himself up over this. "It's okay, Cas," Sam said with sincerity.
"We could actually use your help," Dean told Castiel.
Castiel perked up. He felt as if he had to make it up to the Winchesters in any way possible. "Anything."
"We were wondering if you could be Sam's primary physician. You know, give him check ups. Make sure that the baby growing inside of him is okay."
Castiel's face fell. Dean took notice. "Dean…," he began, "I-I wouldn't know where to start. I-"
"Look, Cas, I'm not asking you to deliver the baby," 'yet' he thought, "I'm just asking you to make sure he's healthy. That's all. Can you do that?"
Sam and Dean stare at Castiel and don't breathe until he answers.
"Yes. I can do that."
They lead him into the infirmary room where a hospital bed lay in the center of the room. Sam hopped up on the bed and laid back. Dean sat on the bar stool that was a few feet away from the bed. The room was filled with all kinds of medical appliances that could be useful further into Sam's pregnancy. Dean took note.
"Would you please lift up your shirt," Castiel asked Sam.
Sam lifted shirt, exposing his toned stomach to the room.
Without saying a word Castiel placed his hand on Sam's stomach. Sam was shocked and flinched for a split second. Castiel closed his eyes and moved his hand around his stomach. There was definitely a new softness to his stomach that wasn't there before. He could feel a slight curve to his belly. During Castile's examination no one spoke. Dean just stared at Castile's hand waiting for him to stop or find something wrong. Sam stared at the ceiling trying to focus on his breathing. Castiel suddenly stopped touching Sam's stomach and his eyes darted at Cas.
"So…? What did you find?" Sam asked.
"The baby is healthy. It's very, very strong." Sam couldn't help but smile. "You have grace flooding through your body."
"I do?" Sam questioned.
"You have more grace then any angel I have ever encountered. You're powerful, Sam. Very powerful."
"Is…that a bad thing?" Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Depends."
"On what?" Dean chimed in, standing up.
"On the host. Look, I'm not saying he's going to take advantage I'm just making a point." Castiel turned to Sam. "Tell me, have you felt different?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you feel more powerful?"
He thought back, trying to remember anytime he felt power. Nothing came to mind. "No. I feel sick all of the time and kind of dizzy, but I chalk that up to morning sickness."
Castiel rubbed the back of his head. "You must not of tapped into yet."
"Okay, lets say he did tap into it, what would that mean? Could he hear angel radio or, I don't know, heal people?"
"Yes. All of it," Castiel stated.
"What?" Sam said astonished. Thank God, he was sitting down or else he would have been on the floor by now.
"Are you saying he's turning into an angel?" Dean found himself asking.
Sam whipped his head at Castiel, anticipating his answer.
Castiel opened his mouth and struggled for the proper word. He then took a step back and sighed and said, "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Sam began. "It's a yes or no question Cas."
"You have to understand that I don't know all of the answers. But from what I've heard about Nephilim lore, the host will encompass a copious amount of grace, replicating that of an angel."
Sam and Dean looked at each other and then back at Castiel. "Your baby is half human and half angel and to create an angel it takes more grace then an average angel has."
"So bottom line this for us, can the grace hurt him or the baby in any way?"
Castiel shook his head and smiled. "Not at all."
Dean and Sam sigh in relief.
After the examination and Castiel deemed Sam's baby as healthy, he made his way into the library. Sam had followed him.
"Wait up," He called out.
Castiel turned around and faced Sam.
"I wanted to talk." Castiel's head cocked to the side, like a puppy dog. "I don't want you to think that I don't want you around, because that's not true."
"You're worried that I'm going to tell the other angels about the baby," Castiel told him. Sam was taken back for a second.
Sam blinked a few times before answering. "I-I-no Cas that's not what I thought," Sam stuttered.
"It's okay, I know that you were. If I were in your shoes I would too. But, I want you to know that I would never tell anybody."
He felt bad because for weeks now he thought Cas would've told the whole garrison by now, but he should've known better.
"I know that now."
Castiel smiled. "Good." He then disappeared leaving Sam alone in the library.
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It had been at least 4 weeks since Sam and Dean had seen Castiel. They were starting to get worried. Every time they heard a gust of wind they thought it was their angelic friend stopping by.
In other news, Sam was beginning to show. To anybody else passing by no one else would think twice or even notice it, but Sam did. Surprisingly it didn't really bother him too much. He tried not to let it get to him, he had to keep reminding himself that it was his child growing inside of him. Dean would find Sam sitting on the couch with a hand propped up on his small bump, rubbing small circles on it. He hated to admit it but it was kind of cute.
"Went to the Gas 'n' Sip and got you some pie," Sam said walking over to Dean with a tin of blueberry pie in his hand. He placed the pie in front of him who was in the kitchen staring into his coffee.
"Thanks," he responded uninterested and continued to look into his steaming black coffee.
Sam huffs a laugh, "Um, Dean there's pie in reaching distance."
"I know, thanks."
Sam face softens and pulls up a chair next to Dean at the table. "You okay?"
Dean looks up at Sam. "I'm worried about Castiel. I've been calling him for weeks now and he won't answer."
"Maybe he's busy. I mean most of the angels did loose their wings or grace and Metatron can't be making things easy for them up there."
"Yeah, I know, but…. I don't know. I just have this gut feeling."
Dean's eyes then get really big and slowly turn his head to Sam. Sam's kind of freaked out. He raises an eyebrow, "What?"
"You! You can call for him or sense him!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You've got angel grace flowing through you! Cas said that you could do pretty much everything any other angel can do, so you can get him or find out if he's okay."
"I don't know how to do that."
"Cas said all you have to do is tap into it."
"Yeah, but I don't know how to tap into it." Sam pauses and looks away from Dean. "And I'm not sure I want to."
Dean has had enough and gets up from the table, leaving his coffee behind. Sam got up as quickly as he could and followed him into the war room.
"Just try praying to him again," Sam said in a soft voice.
"It's not going to work," Dean said rolling his eyes. "But fine." Dean tilts his head up, closes his eyes and begins praying. "Hey Cas, I've been calling you for a couple of weeks now and it would be really great if you come down. Please."
Sam looks around the room and Cas doesn't show. Once again Dean's disappointed and curses under his breath.
"I told you he's-," Then a woman dressed in a grey pants suit, with her hair brown hair pulled up in a tight stood before Sam and Dean.
"Castiel?" Dean questions the women, hoping that Castiel possibly left his previous meat suit and went into this lady.
"No," she says shaking her head. "My name is Hannah."
"Where is Castiel?"
Hannah looks away and faces Sam, "Tied up…" She gasps. "So it's true." She stares right at Sam's middle. "You are carrying a Nephilim."
Sam backs away a few steps. Dean puts a hand on his gun tucked behind his pants, before realizing that the gun isn't going to help protect him and his brother from an angel. So he backs up with Sam.
"How do you know that?" He questions the Angel.
"Castiel told me," She responds with an evil grin.
Dean was floored by her response. He knew that Castiel would never say anything! She had to be lying. He wanted to wring her neck. But then again, how did she know? He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts.
Sam's face was starting to get pale. His worst nightmare was coming true. An angel was coming after him and his unborn child. Whether it was Castiel's fault or not he was stiff solid. He didn't know what he was going to do. All he could try to do is protect his child from this woman. He just had to figure out a way. His thoughts were interrupted when he backed into the wall of the room. Dammit. He was trapped.
She advances forward, "This 'child' of yours must die." She pulls out her angel blade. "For the greater good."
Sam then felt a rush of energy flow through him. He threw both his hands in front of him, "Get away from me!" he yelled. But, something unexpected happened afterwards. Hannah was hit with a blast of white energy that came from Sam's hands. She was thrown across the room and smashed into a glass case that held Men of Letters artifacts.
A wide-eyed Dean looked over to Sam who was breathing very heavily and, glowing. Not your normal pregnancy glow, but a warm angelic glow. Sam went to look at Dean and that's when he noticed that Sam's eyes were bright blue. Similar to Castiel's eyes but lighter and almost unnatural looking.
"What, was that?" Dean asks slightly frightened.
Sam walks over to Hannah's body and takes her pulse. "I don't know but she's dead." He backs away from the body a bit. "I killed her Dean."
Dean nods, "Yeah, you sure did."
Sam then checks out his hands, which are still glowing. "What's happening to me?"
Dean slowly walks over to Sam and glances at his stomach. "I think it's your baby. You just tapped into her power."
Sam puts a hand on his stomach. "Oh my God…"
A loud crash was heard in the kitchen and Sam and Dean run towards the sound. Their table was destroyed due to Castiel falling on top of it. He was bloody and looked as if he has been tortured for weeks. Deep cuts covered his whole body and some looked as if they'd been infected. Dean rushes over to him but he wasn't moving. Dean checks his pulse and it was very faint.
"Is he alive?" Sam's voice is shaking.
"Barely." He says trying to pick him up from the floor. "Help me out," he grunts.
Sam grabbed Castiel's feet and Dean had him by his arms. They managed to shuffle his body to Dean's bed and placed him down gently. Dean looked down at his tortured body and sighed. "We gotta save him."
Sam sits next to Castiel's body on the bed and hovers his hands over it. Sam closes his eyes and let his hands do all of the magic. Before their very eyes, he was healing Castiel. After a few moments he was completely healed, no more cuts or bruises. Castiel opens his eyes and they dart all around the room until they settle on the boys.
Dean clears his throat, "How you feeling, Cas?"
"I'm okay," he said looking at Sam who was still glowing. He smiles at Sam. "You tapped into it."
"Yeah, I did." Sam replied.
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Dean was in the library and went straight for he whiskey bottle. Screw the glass and decided to chug it. Sam walks in with a disapproving look.
"Do you really think drinking is going to help?"
"Don't know until you try," Dean responds with a cocky grin. He raises the bottle and gives it another swig.
"I'm serious, Dean." Sam says, grabbing the bottle away from his brother.
"Hey you're not glowing anymore."
Sam looks at his hands and arms and they're back to normal. "I guess it's only a temporary thing."
"I wouldn't go that far," Dean grumbled.
Sam furrowed his eyebrow, "Meaning?"
"Meaning your powers might not be so temporary. You know, after the baby is born."
"I don't even want to think about that right now. Next subject." Dean rolled his eyes. "Who the hell tortured Cas?"
"Probably that Hannah chick.
"You think she told the whole garrison?"
"Well if another angel attacks us then you'll have your answer," Dean chuckles.
Sam glared at him, "After today, that's really not funny." He takes a seat across from Dean. "So what do we do about Cas?"
"We'll let him stay here."
"But isn't that leading the angels here?"
"The place is warded," Dean pointed out. "The only reason Hannah found this place was because Castiel told him where it was. If he stays with us, they won't be able to find us."
Sam leans back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. He sighs, "Why is this happening."
"Maybe, and this is just a guess, but maybe it has to do with the angel growing inside of you."
Sam rocks his head forward and gives Dean a look that he's only seen in nightmares. He quickly changes the subject.
Weeks go by and Castiel has settled into the Bunker seamlessly. He's making his bed when Dean knocks on his door, which is wide open.
"Hey, can we talk?" Dean asks.
Castiel pulls the duvet over his pillows. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
Dean walks into the guestroom where Castiel was staying. The room was meticulously clean. "What happened when Hannah tortured you?" Dean blurted. He didn't mean for it to sound so blunt, but it's been on his mind ever since Hannah attacked Sam. They avoided talking about it because they feared that Cas would go into some kind of PTSD.
Castiel turned around to face Dean. "Nothing good." Dean could tell that he didn't want to talk about it but they needed to.
"That's it?"
"What do you want me to say, Dean?"
"A little more than that please. I mean, do I have to worry about other angels dropping by with a hit on my brother?"
Castiel turns around to finishing making his bed. "No," he says straightening out the covers.
"You can tell me Cas," Dean pushed.
"There's nothing to tell."
"It sure didn't look that way when you showed up looking like you just got out of a UFC match," Dean joked. He then sat on the corner of Castiel's desk. "So out with it. What happened?"
Castiel, carefully, sat down on the end his freshly made bed. He stared off at the white wall in front of him. "After I returned to Heaven, Hannah was suspicious of my frequent visits to you and Sam. She knew I was keeping something from her, and she thought it something to do with Metatron, as if I was working with him. I told her that I wasn't but she didn't believe. So she captured me and tortured me for weeks, trying to get information out of me. After I she realized that I wouldn't talk, she used the same tactic that Naomi used."
"She read your mind."
"Precisely. That's how she found out that Sam was pregnant with a Nephilim. She wanted me to kill him and the baby, but I said no." Castiel's voice broke. "I let you and Sam down."
Dean rose up and sat on the bed next to Cas, who couldn't bring himself to look at Dean. "Listen to me. You didn't let us down. You did all that you could to protect Sam's baby. I could never be mad at that."
"But I put you guys in danger."
Dean patted his body, "As you can see we're still in tact. And it looks like Sam can take care of himself with his newfound powers. But—um, Cas, does anybody else know about Sam?"
Castiel took a second to think. "No I don't think so."
"Good. Good."
Sam saunters his way into Cas' room and gives a suspicious grin. "Watcha guys doing?"
"Just talking." Dean responds.
"About…?" Sam asks with curiosity.
"You and the baby," Castiel says, getting up and walking toward Sam. "Are you ready for your next appointment?"
"Yeah…", Sam voice shakes.
"You have nothing to worry about, Sam."
He nods. "If you say so."
Sam was in the infirmary room lying on the hospital bed. Dean was in his usual spot next to Sam and Cas rolled the ultrasound machine next to the bed. Sam lifted up his shirt to reveal his rather large bump. Castiel squirted the gel on it.
"Hey, Cas why don't you do what you did before and just lay your hands on me?" Sam asked.
Castiel grabs the wand and glides the gel around Sam's stomach. "I thought this way you could see your baby."
Sam smirked.
They all turn to look at the monitor where they see the baby that's inside of Sam.
"Is that it?" Sam asks pointing to the screen.
"Yes it is. Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
"You can see that?", Dean questions.
"Yes. Did you want to know?"
"It's up to you, Sammy?"
Sam doesn't give it a second thought and answers right away, "Yes."
"It's a girl."
Sam looks down at his stomach. "Wow, are you sure?"
Castiel chuckled. "Yeah, and she looks very healthy."
"She does?" Sam felt his lips curl into a smile. He turned to Dean who mouth was still agape, staring at the monitor. "How you doing, Dean?"
Dean shakes his head, while clearing his throat, like he was coming out of a trance. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just shocked is all." Sam could've sworn he saw tears form in Dean's eyes but they quickly dried up.
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It's been more or less quiet in the bunker. Other than, slowly but surely, getting ready for the baby, their lives have been boring. Not that anyone was complaining, but due to their constant boredom, Sam loved to go on car rides. It got him some fresh air and out of the bunker for a few hours. He wouldn't always go somewhere particular but just go on joyrides. He liked to find new sites, park the car and watch the view. Dean didn't mind, as long as Sam was safe.
It was early in the morning and the baby wouldn't stop kicking Sam all night, so he decided to go on a car ride, hoping that the soft purr of the engine would calm the baby, allowing him to get some much needed rest. He had been driving all night and was headed home to take a nap. He stopped at a red light at an intersection when he felt the baby kicking him rigorously. He winced and put a hand to his stomach, rubbing the sore spot trying to calm the baby.
She didn't stop. She kicked harder, causing Sam to bend forward in pain. "Ow!" he yelped.
He started to feel different. He looked at his hands and noticed how they were glowing.
"What the hell?" he said to himself.
The light turned green and Sam began driving ahead. It was like slow motion. He heard a loud horn honking at him. He turned to his right and saw a white blind light rushing toward him. Then everything went dark.
He woke on the asphalt and saw the Impala in pieces. There was a MAC truck a few feet away from the car that had minimal damage. The driver was talking to the police about the accident. Sam heard him say, "He came out of nowhere!"
Sam tried moving around but a force was keeping him from doing so. That's when he saw the red and blue flashing ambulance parked in front of him and a paramedic kneeling next to him.
"Please sir, don't move. We're gonna get you down to nearest hospital real soon," he assured him with a smile. He then spoke some jargon into his walkie-talkie that was attached to his shirt.
"Did I really escape that accident?" Sam asked himself. He looked at the Impala again, trying to figure out how that's possible but came up with no answers.
It wasn't long before the ambulance got him strapped up and headed towards the hospital like the paramedic promised. He just hoped and prayed that the doctors didn't ask him about the 5-½ month bump he was sporting.
He waited patiently in the hospital room for Dean and Castiel to show up. Sam put his hand on his stomach, feeling his baby girl move around. She seemed to be okay, which was great, but odd.
"Where the hell is he?!" Sam heard a familiar voice yell in the hallway, accompanied by someone else yelling, "You can't go in there, sir!"
As if on queue, Dean came running in with Castiel right behind him. Dean came right up to Sam to assess the situation. His eye darted around Sam's body, looking for injuries but was surprised when he found nothing.
"You okay?" Dean asked, out of breath.
Sam responded honestly, "I'm okay…a little freaked out…but okay." Sam flashed Dean a smile to put him at ease.
"So," Dean grabbed Sam's chart and began reading. "What happened?"
"Well from what I gather, I was in an accident."
"What do you mean, 'from what you gather'? You don't remember?"
Sam shook his head. "No, I don't. I saw a light coming towards me and then before I knew it I was out of the car and on the ground."
Dean eyes Sam quizzically. "Wait, you're telling me that you didn't feel anything?" Dean glances down at the chart. "It says here that a MAC truck hit you and car was—totaled?!" Dean looked at Sam horrified. Sam was dreading the moment when he would have to tell Dean that his car was beyond repair. But he was going to find out sooner or later.
"Yeah… about that… I'm so sorry Dean."
Dean swallows back what he really wanted to say to Sam but instead says, "It's okay." He puts the chart down. "I'm just happy you and the baby are okay."
"But," Castiel began. "If you were such a wreck, shouldn't you be, well… dead?"
Sam rubbed his stomach. "Yeah, I should."
"So then something pulled you out the car." Dean adds.
"What like a-," Sam scoffs, "a guardian angel?"
"Sam, how did you feel before you got into the accident?" Castiel asked.
He almost forgot. "Well, she kicked me really hard right before I got hit, and then I started to glow again."
"You glowed? Why didn't you say anything?" Dean almost yelled, but then remembered that he was in a hospital.
"I don't know, Dean, I forgot I guess. A lot of stuff happened today!"
"I think I know what happened to you." Castiel smirked.
Sam and Dean give him their undivided attention.
"You teleported."
Sam laughs nervously. "No. No. No, see the only thing that can teleport are Angels so…" Castiel nods his head.
"And you're carrying an angel. And…if you ask me, it looks like…that you might be…well…becoming an angel yourself."
Dean shook his head and pointed his finger at Castiel. "Nuh Uh! No! You said that he wasn't becoming one, that-"
"No, from what I remember, I said that it was 'complicated'. I wasn't really sure before but now—now, I don't have a doubt in my mind."
Sam let out a shaky breath. It was time for Dean to take the reigns as big brother. "Alright, well, let's get out of here so we can actually talk."
Sam nods, hypnotically.
Dean helps Sam get out of the hospital bed. Sam was a little wobbly, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the accident or the news just received. Sam had a hard time walking by himself, so Dean and Cas guided him to the car they stole to get to the hospital.
All Sam could think about is the possibility of him turning into an angel. He looked down at his bump and flashed a quick smile. His baby tried to save him. He never even met her yet and he felt that she already loved him. And Sam loved her. He put a hand over his belly.
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The initial shock of Sam turning into an Angel was beginning to wear off and things were almost back to normal.
Sam never thought himself as an emotional person, but lately that statement was becoming untrue. The smallest things would send him over the edge, like a sad movie, or seeing a single parent, or they're only being one piece of bread left… Dean and Castiel have lucky enough to be able to dodge his mood swings but every once in a while, they'll catch.
It was the middle of the night and Dean had to use the bathroom. As he was walking back to his room he noticed the light in the kitchen was on. He walked toward the light and saw Sam on the floor with a carton of ice cream opened. His head was resting on the side of the bottom cabinets. As Dean closer he heard his brother crying.
"Sammy?" he walked over to him and kneeled in front of him and closed the half melted ice cream. "You okay?"
Sam looked at him with a tear stained face. "I miss him, Dean."
Dean was trying to figure out Sam's spastic thinking. "Who?"
Sam's lip quivered. "Bobby!" Sam sobbed.
Dean wanted to laugh but thought this wouldn't be the best time to do this. Of course he missed Bobby, the man raised both of them, but he's been dead for more than 2 years. The shock had worn off by now.
Sam lunged his body at Dean cried on his shoulder. Dean brought him for an awkward hug. "Listen, Sam…I know you're upset but, Bobby's been gone for a while now. What made you think of him all of sudden?"
Sam wiped his eyes. "I'm pregnant and turning into an angel. The only man that I know who could actually make sense of this is dead."
"He had a point," Dean thought to himself. "But that's okay," Dean tried to soothe him, "Cas and me got this all figured out."
Sam shook his head back and forth, "Who are we kidding. We're spinning our wheels."
"It's not perfect but you're in good hands, Sam."
Dean grips Sam's shoulder tight and doesn't let go until he's sure that he believes him.
It took a few minuets for Sam to gather himself but he finally got up from the ground and leaned on the counter.
"Listen, I'm sorry about all of that," he said kind of embarrassed. "My emotions have been all out of whack."
"Yeah, I've noticed. But you can't help it."
"I know it just sucks sometimes."
"Don't worry about it, little brother." Dean gave Sam a hug. "By the way if Bobby was around I don't think he'd be too approving to what's happening to you."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I don't think so either."
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Dean was in the soon to be nursery putting up pink picture frames for the baby. He fought Sam on having pink items in the nursery. He thought it was ridiculous to have pink stuff everywhere just because it was a girl. But Sam's rhetorical was always the same, "It's my kid."
Dean couldn't fight with that.
He bent down to reach for nail on the ground when he felt sharp pain hit his side. He grabbed his side and groaned. He must have pulled something, he reasoned with himself. He continues to work, trying to ignore the dull pain in his side.
Sam walks in and whistles impressed. "It looks good!"
"Yeah, I did a good job didn't I?" Dean stands back to look at the room in its entirety.
"You really did. And thank you for making it pink."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah…" The pain in his side came again. He winces and placed a hand on the same spot.
Sam narrowed his eyes at him. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I just pulled my side I think. No biggie."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, how you feeling? It must not be easy carrying a baby around all damn day."
Sam huffed a laugh and lowered himself into the rocking chair with a grunt. "It's not. It's a weird thing to get use to."
The baby gave him a hard kick in the kidney. He let out an "oouf" and rubbed his larger dome of a stomach, trying to ease the baby. "Plus the daily kidney shots aren't too fun."
Dean chuckles. "Yeah, this pain in my side is what I assume what the baby kicking feels like."
"Well maybe you've got sympathetic pregnancy going on." Sam laughed.
"I didn't think I cared that much."
Sam gave out a fake laugh, "Ha. Ha. Ha."
Dean's face scrunches up and lets out a slow exhale.
"You sure you're okay?" showing some concern.
Dean gives Sam a reassuring smile. "I'm good. You're probably right. I'm sure its just sympathy pains or whatever."
It wasn't long before Sam started to get really worried about his brother. He walked past the bathroom and heard Dean getting sick. Dean never got sick, unless he drank too much or ate something he shouldn't of but he didn't think that was the case this time.
Dean knocked on the bathroom door. He heard muffled groans through the door.
"Dean? You okay in there?"
Dean doesn't respond so Sam takes the initiative to enter the room himself. Dean is on the floor with his head in the toilet and clutching his right side of his abdomen. Cold sweats were pouring down his face. Sam was shocked. He thought he was fine 2 hours ago but now it looked as if he had some deadly disease.
Sam got on the floor with his brother and pushed his hair back out of his eyes. His whole head was wet, and it felt as if he had a high fever. Whatever this was it certainly wasn't sympathy pains.
"Dean! Can you hear me?"
Dean felt the agonizing sharp pain hit him it again. "Sammy, it hurts," Dean ground out.
"Where? Where does it hurt?"
Dean lifted his shirt half way up to reveal his right side inflamed and bruised. Sam was hesitant to touch it but couldn't help it. He put the tip of his fingers on the area and Dean flinched while sucking in air.
"Okay, we need to get you to a hospital." Sam was trying his best to sound calm.
"Can't you just-heal me?"
"I don't know what's wrong with you. This isn't like before. This is major."
"You can do it Sam," Dean encouraged.
"No! I'm getting you to a hospital." Sam demanded.
"I don't know how. The car is still messed up."
Sam grinned. "We don't need a car, remember?"
Sam took his arm and in a blink of an eye they were outside of the hospital. Sam hoped no one saw them just appear out of thin air. His thoughts were interrupted when Dean could no longer hold himself up. He tried his best to keep Dean moving but it got to be too hard, so he called out for help. 3 nurses came running outside with a wheel chair. Sam handed Dean off to them and they put him the wheelchair, wheeling him inside the hospital. Sam tried his best to keep up the fast pace of the nurses.
One of them held Sam back to ask him some questions.
"Sir, I'm going to need to ask you some questions."
"Well wait where are they taking him." He saw the nurses rush his brother down the hallway.
"They're going to get him admitted, but we need to know what's wrong with him before we can treat him properly."
"Uh, he's been having some really bad pains under his lower right abdomen and has a high fever."
"Is there anything else?"
Sam was trying to think back but came up with nothing so he shook his head.
"Okay, well it sounds like your brothers appendix ruptured and we're going to need to operate before an infection occurs, if it hasn't already."
Sam was starting to get dizzy again.
"I'm going to need you to wait here until a nurse comes to get you."
Sam nods his head again and makes his way over to the waiting room. He felt a jab to his lower abdomen too but he knew what the cause of that was. He gently rubbed it and looked down at his swell. With all this excitement his daughter didn't seem to like it. She hadn't stopped moving around since he got to the hospital. Usually that would've caused Sam some discomfort but all he could focus on was his brother.
He thought about calling Castiel but then remembered that he was in heaven keeping up with appearance. Cas knew it would look suspicious if he just disappeared from the garrison. So every once in a while he goes up there and unfortunately is unreachable for the time being.
Sam waited over an hour before a male doctor in a lab coat came into waiting room and called out his name.
"Sam Winchester, your brother had just undergone some major surgery. Just like we feared the infection did spread but thankfully we got to it in time."
"So, is he okay?" Sam asked hopefully.
"He's going to be very soar but we believe he'll make a fully recovery."
Sam let out a sigh of relief. "Well can I see him?"
"He's going to be very out of it, but I don't see why not. He's in room 207."
Sam thanked the doctor and practically jogged down the hall until he saw Dean lying in a hospital bed. He came up to his room and the world slowed down. Dean looked so small at this moment. There were a cluster of tubes and wires attached to him, monitors were beeping and Dean was so pale.
Sam swallowed thickly as he approached his unconscious body.
"Jesus…" He whispered.
Sam instantly felt guilty. Why didn't he do what Dean wanted him to do and heal him. He should've at least tried, and then Dean wouldn't have to go through all of this.
Tears stung Sam's eyes as he lifted Dean's blanket and saw his whole side bandaged up. As hunters they weren't new to seeing each other in this kind of state, but this was different. He wasn't in there because of a Wendigo or a Vampire or some hunt-gone badly. This was normal, which made things a lot scarier.
Dean began stir and then winced at his side.
"Hey. Hey, take it easy, you just underwent some major surgery."
"What happened?"
"You had appendicitis."
Dean huffed out a weak laugh. "Well that explains, just about everything."
A tear fell from Sam and he tried his best to wipe it away quickly.
Dean's face fell. "Sammy, what's wrong?"
"I was afraid," Sam choked out.
"But I'm right here. I'm okay."
Sam sniffled. "I know. I know…and maybe this is my hormones at their worst-,"
"Yeah, I don't think so," Dean joked. Sam shot his head up at him. "Sorry," Dean apologized.
"How can you joke about this? You could've died?"
"But I didn't, because of you."
Sam shook his head. "No. I should've saved you in the bathroom."
"Sam, it's okay."
"No!" Sam yelled, shocking Dean. "No, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be in this mess. If only I-,"
"Sam, stop it!" Dean cut him off. "It's okay," his voice softened. Dean licked his lips and straightened his body. "You're not at fault here. You shouldn't feel guilty for this."
"But I do…" Sam looked down as his feet.
"You shouldn't." Sam took a shaky breath. "You don't have to use your powers if you don't want to. I'll never pressure you into using them. Now come here."
Sam sat on his bed and Dean brought him in for a tight hug.
"I'm never going to leave you, Sam," Dean whispered in his ear. Sam had lost it. He broke down in Dean's arms. Dean was the one who was hurt and in pain but Sam was the broken one.
Suddenly Sam felt his daughter kick. He thought he was the only one to feel until he looked at Dean who was staring at his belly with wide eyes.
"Was that…?"
Sam felt the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. "Yeah, it was. She's happy her Uncle is okay I guess."
"Well I'm glad she's a fan of me already."
Sam laughed. No matter he could always count on his brother to make him smile, even in times of angst.
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Dean healed marvelously, as expected, and Sam was more than content. Sam was in the last months of his pregnancy. Everything was starting to come together, for him. He got used to the idea of him not only carrying a baby but a Nephilim. And everybody in his life has been more than supportive and he couldn't be more grateful.
Even though things had been great for Sam, he had been experiencing nightmares. According to the pregnancy books Dean has secretly been reading, nightmares in your third trimester were very normal.
Unfortunately these nightmares were keeping Sam from sleeping. He never liked talking about his dreams, no matter how much Dean and Cas would press him about it.
"Dude, what are you doing up it's like 4:00 AM?", Dean asked wiping away the sleep from his eyes. Sam was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water.
Sam shrugged. "Couldn't sleep," he said sheepishly.
"Yeah, and why is that again?"
"Just, a bad dream is all."
Dean opens the refrigerator and grabs the left over apple pie and two forks.
"You know you're up too." Sam pointed out.
Dean slides the fork over to Sam across the table and he takes a seat next to his brother, putting the pie in between them. "I'm only awake because I was craving some pie."
Dean takes a bite out of his pie. "So are you gonna tell me about this dream of yours?" He asks.
It's not that Sam wanted to keep a lot from Dean; he just didn't want him to worry.
Sam takes a deep breath. "It's stupid…"
"Try me," Dean says with a mouthful of pie.
Sam swipes a stray hair strand from his face. "They're about the baby. I have this fear that Crowley or some other angel is going to be after my baby."
Dean put his fork down. "You have nothing to be worried about."
"But don't I?" Sam questioned. "I know you told me not to worry when I first got pregnant and that we'd deal with it later, well it's later and my due date is right around the corner."
"Listen, the baby's room is littered with demon traps and sigils and this place is probably the safest place she could be. Nothing is going to happen to her."
"What about angels?" Dean sighed. "This place isn't warded against angels."
"I'm not doing that." Dean argued. "We need Cas."
"Not saying we don't, I'm just saying, what about Metatron or Gadreel? They could still come after me." Sam got up from the table to stretch his legs. Dean got up with him to prevent him from walking away.
"That's if they know about the baby in the first place. Look, you have every right to be concerned but you and your baby will be fine. But you won't be fine if you don't get some sleep. This whole insomnia crap isn't good for you or the baby." Dean pauses to get Sam to look him in his eyes. "I'm serious."
Sam nodded. "I know," he said quietly.
"Now go to bed. I know that you're tired."
It was then Sam knew that Dean would make a great Uncle. He's stern with love, which is exactly what this family needs.
Sam marched his way to his room and passed out the minute his head hit the pillow. He was in a deep sleep within seconds.
As he drifted off he began to dream. He was sitting on a park bench at an old park in Montana that he remembered going to after a fight with his Dad. It had absolutely no significance except that he felt peace when he was there. It was the afternoon on a Sunday and there were kids playing on the playground. He remembered smiling at the children being so ignorant about the evil around them. Sam envied them.
He felt a shadow block the sun on his body. When he turned around he saw Gadreel staring at him. Sam shot up from the bench and back away from him.
Gadreel put his hand out. "Wait! Sam, I'd like to talk."
"No way. Get the hell away from me."
Gadreel slowly walked towards Sam. "You're in a dream Sam, there is nowhere for you to run."
Sam pointed a warning finger towards Gadreel. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you in person but it seems that you are warded against me."
"Yeah, there's a reason for that. You killed Kevin," Sam ground out.
Gadreel sighed, "That was a misunderstanding."
Sam scoffs. "Some misunderstanding."
"Metatron has been deceiving all of the angels. I'm no longer following him. I apologize for killing Kevin and everything I did to you."
He seemed genuine but Sam couldn't be too careful. "What do you want me to say?"
"I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I want you to know that I am aware about the Nephilim you're carrying,"
Sam froze. Just like he feared, the worst person he could think of knows his secret.
Gadreel sensed his fear. "You have nothing to fear, Sam."
"The hell I don't." Sam spat.
"If I wanted to harm you I would've told Metatron about your baby, but I haven't."
"Yeah and why is that? Do you want something from me?"
"Your trust."
"Never."
"Please, I need penance. I can help you." He insisted.
That definitely heightened Sam's interest. "How?"
"The pregnancy rumors have circulated around the garrison. It's starting to get to Metatron. He wanted me to check it out and I did. I've been monitoring your dreams for months." He stated.
Sam raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Months? And you haven't told Metatron that you knew?"
"No I haven't and I won't." Gadreel walks a little closer to Sam. "The whole reason you're having this baby is my fault. I want to protect you." Gadreel looks down at Sam's stomach. "And your baby."
Sam carefully stepped forward, nodding his head. "Okay. Thank you."
He woke up feeling more rested than ever. That morning Sam used the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He gave himself a once over and smiled. He had a look of intent on his face. He caressed his belly as he felt his active baby moving around.
Dean walked past the bathroom and saw what Sam was doing. He lingered by the door for a moment before speaking up. "Am I interrupting something?"
Sam whipped around quickly, beat red. "Ho-how long have you've been standing there?"
Dean grinned. "Long enough. You look better. No more bad dreams?"
"No actually I had a good dream for the first time in a long time."
"Yeah?" Dean asked intrigued, now leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"Gadreel came to me in a dream."
Dean straightened up. "He what?"
"Wait, before you get all 'big brotherish' let me finish."
Dean's shoulders relaxed a little.
Sam continued. "He told me that he wants nothing to do Metatron. He actually wants to protect the baby."
"He could be lying."
"He's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because he wants nothing out of this except for my trust. Metatron had Gadreel watch over me for months because he was suspicious about the Nephilim. And he hasn't told him anything."
"He still could." Dean said.
"He's not." Sam repeated.
"My God Sam how could you be so stubborn!" Dean cried.
"Because this baby belongs to him too." Sam retorted.
Dean shook his head. "No. No, Cas said-"
"I know what Cas said Dean but without Gadreel I wouldn't be pregnant. It takes two to have a baby you know."
"So what the hell are you trying to tell me Sam? Hmm? That you want him to pay alimony or something? Does he actually want to be a part of this kids life?"
"Protecting this baby will be his way of being a part of it. And I'm all for it."
Dean rubs at his morning stubble. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This all came from the same guy who wanted to do with the angels after his previous encounter. He walked over to the toilet, put the seat down and sat on it. He looked up at Sam.
"Okay, what do you want from me?"
"I really don't want anything. You wanted to know what my dream was about; I'm just reporting the news. But it would be great if you were cool with everything," Sam shrugged.
"You got it."
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As he due date got closer the baby was not only getting bigger but stronger, in every sense of the way. But so was Sam. His powers were stronger than ever. He was finally getting the hang of teleporting and was almost glowing full time. If he walked in the dark he could be used as a human flashlight. Dean giggled at this thought.
Sam was bigger than he cared to admit. He found himself on the couch more with his feet up then doing anything else. Mostly because Dean wouldn't let him do anything else.
Dean told Castiel about Gadreel's agenda and it took him some time to come around to the idea of it, but eventually he agreed to it.
"How's your back?" Dean asks Sam handing him another pillow for his back. Lately he's been very achy all over, which is normal for any women in their last month of their pregnancy.
"Ehh…" Sam responded taking the pillow and wedging it behind him.
Cas comes into his bedroom with a tray of food and sets it across his lap.
"Guys, I can get my own sandwiches you know," Sam whined.
"We thought this would be easier for you," Castiel said.
"We're bringing you food, don't complain," Dean laughed.
Sam grinned. "I'm not complaining, I just don't want you guys to feel that you have to wait on me hand and foot. I'm not incapable of moving."
"Well obviously but I don't want you going into early labor."
Sam adjusted himself on the bed. "I'm all for labor at this point. I want this kid out already."
"Yeah well you still have 2 more weeks left so don't get too eager," Dean smirked.
Sam looked at his plate and frowned. "You forgot a fork."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Castiel apologized. "I'll just go and grab-,"
Sam snapped his fingers and a fork materialized in his hand from the kitchen.
"Whoa…" Dean said in awe. "You're getting really good at that."
"Yeah, thanks to this little one," Sam said stroking his belly. "But, you know I'm still not that comfortable using my powers." Sam gets a feel of guilt.
"You conjured a fork, not exactly detrimental."
"Still…"
"If you makes you feel better, " Castiel began, "Using your powers can't harm you in anyway."
"Thanks, Cas," Sam managed to flash a smile.
While they had some downtime Dean decided to take advantage and read up on Nephilims. He knew the basic stuff, but thought with the baby coming at any time he should know everything inside and out.
Dean just finished one book that illustrated the adolescences of a Nephilim and his brain started to hurt. He pinched the bridge of his nose when Castiel walked in. He looked at Dean concerned.
"Something troubling you?" Castiel asked taking a seat across from Dean. "It seems you and your brother tend to be troubled by a lot."
"Yeah you could say that." Dean opens his eyes, looks at Castiel and sighs. "I feel like we're not prepared for this kid."
Castiel cocks his head. "You've built a nursery and filled the closets with baby clothes and bought-"
"No, Cas I mean prepared...magically."
"Oh…"
"I mean according to the books she going to be more powerful than anything we've ever encountered."
"I told you about that." Castiel mumbled.
"I know that you did, but I was just trying to get over the whole, 'Sammy's pregnant' aspect that I sort of blocked it out of my mind. Now I'm starting to get a little worried. I'm still worried about the birth."
"What about the birth?" Castiel asked leaning forward in his chair.
Dean kept putting off the inevitable question of who was going to deliver the baby and thought this was the perfect time to bring it up. "Um, you see Cas…" Dean let out short laugh. "I was wondering if you…. wouldn't mind…. delivering... Sam's baby." Dean then smiled sheepishly.
Castiel shook his head and smiled. "Of course I will." Dean took a breath of relief. "But remember that I'm not doctor."
"You know more than I do so that's good enough for me."
They then hear a flutter of wings and Sam appears in the library holding his stomach.
Dean looked nervous. He jolts up. "Sammy...?"
Sam had one hand on the table to keep him steady and the other on his cradling his stomach. "I think it's time," he moaned.
Dean ran to his aid and helped him sit down. "When did this start?"
"The pain in my back I was feeling, I think that was the beginning of it all."
Dean's eyes pop. "So you've been in labor all day?!" Dean shouted.
"How the hell was I suppose to know?" Sam yelled back, before doubling over in pain.
"We need to get him to the infirmary." Castiel stated helping to get Sam on his feet.
It was a team effort to get Sam settled on the hospital bed and hooked up to the necessary machines.
Sam clenches his teeth as another contraction rolls through him. "We gotta stop this."
Dean looks at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
"It's too early for her to come!" Sam had terror in his eyes. At this point he couldn't take a proper breath. Dean had never seen him so frantic.
"There's no stopping this. She's coming, Sam.
"But it's too early, "Sam whimpered.
Dean put a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked him square in the eye. "It's going to be okay. She's going to be fine, just breathe." Dean turned to Castiel who was monitoring Sam's contractions. "How's it looking Cas?" He was surprised at how steady his voice was.
"So far so good," Castiel said confidently.
"See everything is under control. You're okay." Dean smiled at Sam who returned it wearily.
Hours had gone by and Sam's labor was progressing slowly. Dean walked into the room with a cup of ice chips.
"Has his water broken yet?"
Sam grabbed the cup of ice. "Dean, you've been gone for 5 minutes. It wasn't broken when you left, it hasn't broken since." Sam was obviously irritable and Dean was treading on thin ice.
"If doesn't break soon we're going to need to break it manually."
"Can you do that?" Dean asked curiously.
"Of course you can. If not done soon the baby can undergo fetal distress.
Sam squirmed. "How much time do I have until we have to break it?"
"To keep it on the safe side I'm going to say a half hour."
"What can I do to-," Sam gets cut off by a contraction. He bends his body forward. " Ahh! God! How. Do. I. Break. It?" Sam panted.
"There's nothing you can but wait," Castiel responded.
Sam let out a frustrated grunt. After a half hour Sam wasn't making any progress. Castiel let hi know it was time to break his water. He asked him to scoot his body down on the bed. In his hand is long rod with a hooked arm at the end. Dean wasn't too happy about this approach.
"Now, Sam, this is going to feel uncomfortable at first. Just take slow breathes okay?
Sam nods his head up and down. Castiel takes his cue and enters Sam with the hook. Sam focuses his attention up at the ceiling, breathing slowly. Sam gasps.
"Ahh!"
A gush of clear liquid falls from Sam. He let out a sigh of relief. "Finally."
Dean helped Castiel clean up the mess. Pretty quickly after that Sam began groaning though a contraction.
Sam groaned.
"It's all right Sam, just breathe."
Sam shook his head. "No. This one really hurts!" Sam had one hand clenched on his stomach and the other grasping for his brother's.
"Now that his water broke, his labor will be progressing at a faster rate," Castiel stated.
Sam didn't know whether he more excited about this fact or terrified. At his very moment he seemed to be terrified. The pain he was feeling was definitely the worse pain he's ever felt. Forget all the times he's been stabbed or shot at. This was much worse.
"I feel like I'm tearing in two," Sam groaned.
Dean huffed a laugh. "Well you're doing really good." He said patting Sam on the shoulder.
Sam got another contraction and grabbed Dean's hand. "Ahh! Oh my God!" Sam's body bent forward. Dean could feel the strain on his brother's body. "Cas I feel her moving! I gotta push."
"Whoa, hold on." Castiel said getting in between Sam's legs. He opened Sam's legs further and saw that Sam was 10 centimeters. "Okay, whenever you're ready-"
Sam takes the intuitive and begins pushing.
As he pushed Dean noticed that Sam's body started to glow. Castiel saw it too.
"Uhh Cas…"
"Yeah I see it."
"What do we-"
"Not talk about it," Sam interrupted.
"Sam, you don't understand-" Castiel started.
"No you don't understand. I have a baby coming out of me and you two are not going to talk about my glowing body!" Sam argued. Dean and Castiel exchanged looks.
Castiel tries again. "Sam, the grace..."
Sam gives him a death glare and grits, "Shut up, now."
"Cas, if I were you I'd do what he says." Dean says.
Sam continues to push and then feels a white hot burning sensation. He feels his skin stretching and becomes vaguely aware that his body isn't supposed to stretch that far. "Cas, what's happening?" Sam asks with a strain in his voice.
"It's the head," he responded.
"Is it stuck or something?" Sam asked panicked.
Castiel laughed to himself. "No, you're just pushing it out. It's hardest body part to get out."
"Oh great," he said rolling his eyes.
"Come on, man keep pushing." Dean encouraged. He helped Sam in an upright position. Sam bore down.
"That's it Sam, heads almost out."
Sam pushed harder and the light that encompassed his body got even brighter. Dean had to squint his eyes to even look at his brother. He wanted to bring it up but he knew if he did Sam would bite his head off.
"Son of a bitch!" Sam spat, clutching on to his stomach.
Dean snapped back to reality and asked the question on everybody's mind. "What's with the glowing, Cas?"
"Dean-," Sam glared at Dean.
"I don't care, Sam—if it's hurting you or the baby we have a right to know." Dean looked at Castiel. "Cas?"
"From my guess his body is weakening and the grace is working it's hardest to keep Sam alive. The more grace he uses the faster it will burn out."
"What?" Dean exclaimed. "Wel-well what the hell do we do? He can't keep going if he's gonna die!"
"I'm not gonna-,"
"Did you hear him or not!"
"It doesn't matter Dean!"
That hit Dean like a load of bricks. "
"What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter," Sam repeated calmly. "Listen…if I die…"
"No. Were not gonna do that." Dean warned. His voice began to shake.
"Take care of her Dean."
A few tears rolled down Dean's cheek. "You're not going to die."
"Just promise me, Dean. Please."
Dean nods.
"Okay." He says softly.
Castiel lightly taps Sam's thigh. "I need you to push again."
Sam grabbed his brother's hand again and squeezed it tight. "Arghh! Nggh!" Sam huffed.
"That's it Sammy, you're doing good."
"Keep pushing Sam, she's almost out."
Unfortunately Sam's grace started fading.
"I'm tired," Sam panted.
Dean could see the glow around Sam was getting duller and duller. Sam also started to look a little more pale than usual. Similar to the way he looked when was completing the trials.
"Come on Sam, just a little bit more. The worst part is over."
Sam pushed and used all of the energy he could muster up. Sam no longer could keep his body upright by himself, so Dean supported his back with his arm, practically holding him. Finally, his daughter slid out of him and into Castiel's arms. She wailed as she entered the world.
Dean beamed as he looked at his niece. She was beautiful. But then Dean felt Sam's full body weight around his arm. Sam was out cold.
"Sam? Sammy? Sam!" Dean shook Sam's body with determination to wake him. "No!" He snapped his head at Castiel. "You gotta save him!" Dean yelled.
Castiel put the baby in the bassinet near the bed. He then rushes over to Sam. He puts his two fingers on Sam's forehead. Dean watched Cas do his thing, waiting for his brother's eyes to open. They never did. Castiel looked up at Dean and sighed.
"I'm sorry Dean. He's gone"
Dean shook his head and his breath hitched. "No. No. No. No. He can't be. Y-you promised me Cas! You said he would be okay!"
"I told you that this wasn't my expertise. There were always risks"
Dean rubbed his puffy eyes. He swaddled his niece. "He deserves to hold his daughter," he stated.
He stood next to his brother and placed Sam's daughter on Sam's chest. Dean held the baby for support. "This is your daddy," Dean whispered.
Castiel began to tear up.
The baby stopped crying and put her tiny hand on Sam's chest. She then began to glow. Dean's eyes widened as he saw Sam's chest move up and down.
"Oh my God." Dean said to himself.
Castiel grabbed the baby from Sam's chest. Sam's eyes fluttered.
"Sammy?" Dean asked carefully.
It took a moment for Sam's eyes to focus on his brother. "Dean? W-what happened? Where's my daughter?"
"She's right here," Castiel responds handing over Sam's baby.
Sam held his daughter close and gazed into her eyes. She grabbed his index finger and toyed with it. "She's beautiful."
"Yeah, she is." Dean agreed. He sat down next to Sam on the bed. "You're alive because of her, you know."
Sam scoffed and smoothed her brown hair down. "My little angel."
"Don't ever scare like that me again."
Sam smirked. "I'll try not to."
"How do you feel Sam?" Castiel wondered.
"I'm okay Cas. I think the grace is gone but I'm good," He said with confidence.
"You don't feel weak?" Dean asked while gentling grabbing his niece's toes.
"No." Sam breathed. "I mean, after giving birth and dying I don't feel amazing but I feel back to normal. Well, whatever that means."
Dean nods. "Good. Good." He smiles at his brother.
"Now, isn't it customary to name your child?" Castiel asked.
Sam grins. "Yeah, Cas it is. Well I was thinking about Abigail."
"Abby? Abby Winchester." Dean thought it over for a second. "Yeah. That's solid."
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"Have you seen her bottle?" Sam asked rummaging through cabinets.
Dean took a sip of his morning coffee, "What happened to her old one?"
"She thought it would be funny to make it disappear."
"Again?"
"Mhmm. Yes, found it!" Sam exclaimed pulling an empty baby bottle out from the cabinet.
"Is it me or is Abby getting stronger everyday?"
"No it's not just you. I keep thinking maybe we should bind her powers but…I mean it's apart of her you know."
"Well if you do it now… she'll never know." Dean shrugged.
Sam sighed. "I don't know about that."
Castiel walks into the kitchen, "You want to bind her powers?"
"Maybe, is it possible?" Sam asked leaning on the counter.
"Sort of."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"Meaning…. There are some spells that can get rid of it for a few years but it will come back. You have to remember that she is more powerful than any other angel in existence. Her powers will never be permanently gone."
"So, dormant." Dean says.
"Exactly."
"Do we know when her powers will come back?" Sam asked.
"No, but if done right it shouldn't be for another 15 to 16 years."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Great, all we need is a pissed off teenage Nephilim."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Does that mean you want to do it. Bind her powers?" Dean questioned Sam.
Sam nodded. "Yeah it is."
Sam felt bad about it but he thought it would be in his daughter's best interest. Have a childhood and not worry about demons and angels bothering her.
It took them some time to gather all of the ingredients they needed to complete the spell. After it was completed Sam went through some remorse. He felt bad for months and kept saying that he took away part of her identity. Dean and Castiel did everything to try to convince him that he made the right decision, but it was up to Sam to come to the realization. He came around after some time, but it wasn't easy.
To be continued….