You know when you get the feeling that something bad has to happen for something good to come out of it, but for the bad thing to happen you have to assure yourself you're doing the right thing and it's for the benefit for you and the ones you love. Trust me when I say bad I mean BAD like you know it's going to cause some serious mental problems.

~Flashback~

"You know what needs to be done Margaret, I got my orders and now you have yours you must comply with God's will, this will help Sam lean towards the angels and away from the demons. This is his salvation, his redemption, his only assurance into Heaven." yeah right, I'm not so sure God had a say in anything anymore, and I hate it when people call me by my full name.

"Cas are you nuts? I cannot do what you're asking me to do, it's not right and you know it." hopefully I can get through to him though I don't think it helped my case to call him crazy.

"I don't understand the comparison to the mentally disabled, God's will is not something to be taken lightly if that's what you meant." It was like talking to a brick wall.

"Cas stop please, God has nothing to do with this, he hasn't had to do with anything pertaining to our lives for a long time and you know this." He needs to know that his "superiors" have resorted to lying to only get what they want.

"No Margaret you need to understand that I was given strict orders to undermine any blasphemy you say to not obey the angels don't lie when it comes to orders, I received these from Uriel and he received them from the Archangels who received them from God. " I wanted him to see the truth but it felt like telling a kid that Santa doesn't exist.

"Alright then Cas, that's all I needed to hear but tell them I need time, a lot of it."

"How much time?" he asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Well Cas', If I'm going to make it happen, and I'm hoping I can, I am going to need weeks, months, maybe even years." I can't believe I'm discussing this so calmly. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I'm sorry Margaret the deadline is in two weeks." Oh two weeks that's enough time. Wait 2 WEEKS!

"Okay I don't know how things work up there but down here it takes at least 9 months Cas!"

I can't have a kid in two weeks, unless I steal one, do the angels want me to do that instead?

"I meant that you have 2 weeks to conceive the child but it is a special pregnancy the angels require so you will only be pregnant for a month instead of the average nine." What the hell is a special pregnancy?

"Cas' won't that mean it will be premature and die?" Do they know what happens to those women?

"Margaret after you have conceived this child I will come to you and age the process so you will be pregnant nine months but it will be sped up to only a month." Any woman who is infertile would kill to be in my position to have an angel come to you and tell you that by some miracle you're going to conceive a child. But I don't want this, especially when the baby's father is an abomination of heaven and disliked by angels.

" And there is only one condition," Jesus Christ! The angels are setting conditions so that I can have a kid? Doesn't it just take a guy, a girl ,and a bed? What happened to that?

"This child cannot, and I do mean it with the best intentions, cannot be born out of wedlock." That's it I'm not doing this shit anymore! I'm not going to fucking do that!

"Cas I can't marry Sam! It's bad enough that I have to explain to him that were going to have a kid but marriage is for life Cas!" he seemed unfazed by my outburst.

"If this child is conceived out of wedlock Sam's salvation in to Heaven will be decimated and both of you will go to Hell." he stated, his face stoic. Well I can't let this happen to Sam it'll ruin Dean for sure this time I can't let them do this to him. Oh God! I hate that the angels play hardball as much as the demons do.

~EndFlashback~

And that's how I ended up here at Bobby's house. After I awoke from that nightmare I bought a one-way ticket to South Dakota and have been staying here ever since. Bobby has kindly opened up a room for me in his house while the boys go off hunting, and then come back here.

I just can't believe it happened, I didn't see it coming but I feel like I should've. From the beginning I knew I could only count on the only person who went through the same awkwardness, Dean. Sam's isn't much help because he went off hunting some supposed dangerous demon business he had to "take care of."

He asked me to stay here because he needs someone to"keep a look out," he's been using that excuse for weeks, like he doesn't want me to go with him for some reason . Anyways back to my problem I need to talk to Dean about this situation maybe he'll know what to do, though I doubt Castiel wanted the same from him.

This is good he's outside and alone, Bobby left I think.

Well then hurry it up dumb-ass.

I walked out the back door to find Dean under his precious baby fixin' her up, again. I swear to God he loves that car more than his life, but then again it's been in his family for like 3 decades and it's in still good running condition.

Come on Mags it's now or never stop being such a wuss, chimed my inner monologue, damn even in my head I'm messed up as hell.

"Dean we need to talk." There I said it, I might as well not beat around the bush. It was total silence from underneath the chevy except the occasional noises his tools made working to bring the Impala back to it's norm. He didn't say anything for 5 whole minutes.

"Cas invaded your dreams right, and he asked you to do something that you'd never do in a million years." I couldn't really respond to that he's right. Kinda makes me wonder what Castiel asked of him, he never actually specified as to what more of he won't stop doing it.

"Dean, look, I just need an answer, please I'm begging you I've no idea what to do, I feel like I'm all alone on this one." I pleaded hoping he had the perfect solution to get around this. Still no response for another minute, until he got out from underneath the car and gave me a stern look on his face that says "you're not the only one you know."

"Listen to me okay you're not alone, alright? I'm tellin' you now don't go for it okay. The angels are just trying to use you like they tried with me got it?" He doesn't get it either.

"Did the angels threaten you with sending Sam to the Pit on purpose?" his tools suddenly stopped moving and he got out from underneath the car. He looked pissed.

"They said what?" his voice boomed.

"I'm sorry Dean but that's how it went, Cas said that if I didn't do it Sam couldn't get into heaven and he'd be thrown straight into the pit!" I nearly screamed hoping he'd understand.

"Cas asked you to do something for heaven? What the hell do the angels want from you so bad they'll chuck Sam in the pit?" I feel like a little kid being yelled at for something they didn't do, his words hurt though he doesn't trust me I might as well be a demon to him. A single tear ran down the side of my cheek, my thoughts hesitant to tell him the truth.

"A baby Dean, they want me to have a baby."

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