So this is mostly just the prologue, setting things up for the story line with Lucifer's child whilst also providing insight into Sam's time in solitary confinement. The next chapter will get into the story more.

If you didn't realize her name, Kelly Kline is the woman who is pregnant with Lucifer's child.

Disclaimer - I, unfortunately, do not own the supernatural world or any of it's inhabitants. Nor do I own the song lyrics at the beginning. Hope you enjoy!

Hit like a Phillips head into my brain

It's gonna be too dark to sleep again

Cutting my teeth on bars and rusty chains

I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

When the forest burns along the road

Like God's eyes in my headlights

When the dogs are looking for their bones

And it's raining ice picks on your steel shore

I'm gonna break

I'm gonna break my

I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

- Rusty Cage, Soundgarden.

It had been roughly six weeks since Sam and Dean had been arrested. At least Sam thought it had been six weeks but he couldn't be sure. The cell they'd kept him in since they'd gotten to this maximum security prison, had no windows and the door was solid metal that let no room for light to shine through. Although they did slide some gloopy, grey slop through the door twice a day. Apparently, the inedible gunk was classed as sufficient enough food for scumbags that 'tried to kill the president'. However disgusting the food, it's twice daily arrival did make it easier to keep track of the days. At first. But after two weeks the days started to meld together and Sam couldn't be sure if the bowl of 'food' currently being pushed through to him was the second of the day or the first. If today was yesterday or tomorrow.

Sam could tell he'd lost weight and muscle. Sam had lived in some dank conditions over the years, due to hunting. He'd also ate some, less than favorable food in his time. Sam hadn't been allowed to have high standards but this was uncomfortable even for him. He knew he needed to eat but his stomach struggled to take the sludge he was being fed so he mostly avoided eating it, only resorting to it when he thought he might pass out from hunger. At first Sam had told himself he needed to get over himself and eat but after a couple of weeks, he struggled to give a damn. His weight loss was exaggerated by his tall frame. He felt weak. As though it would only take a mild gust of wind to send him to his knee's. Sam knew that he'd need to build up some serious strength if he was going to hunt when they got out of here. If they got out of here.

Sam and Dean had been in plenty of sticky situations. It wasn't there first brush with the law but they hadn't been arrested for 'attempting to kill the president' before now. Sam wondered if this was one they could get out off. Cas still couldn't fly and the enochian etched into their ribs meant that they were warded from angels. Crowley could break them out but that was dependent on if he could find the maximum security prison which technically wasn't supposed to exist. It also depended on whether or not Crowley would even want to help them. Sam wouldn't hold his breath for that.

Sam's tangled thought process floated to their mom. She'd been doing her own thing for a while now but she still dropped a text regularly to keep in touch with them. At this point, Sam was sure Mary would have figured out something was wrong by now. Sam wondered what she would do. He didn't know her well enough to guess. Would she go to the bunker? Find Castiel? Get on with her life? Take Billie up on her offer? No, Mary wasn't a quitter and she was also a hunter. If there were people to rescue, she was game. Mary had been a huge part of the rescue mission to get him free from the British Men of Letters. She'd jumped in when he and Dean were incapacitated, with a fierce streak of protectiveness. When Mary had left, insecurities leaked through about whether or not Mary had been disappointed. Whether she loved him or not, I mean she didn't know Dean or himself really. Especially Him. He'd hid it from Dean. Dean was struggling enough, so he did his best to understand and to help Dean to understand. He did understand, really. He knew it had to be hard. But it didn't stop the fear and insecurity. Deep down, he did know she loved them both, though. He knew if she figured out they were in trouble, she'd do what she could to help.

Sam tried to reassure himself that with an angel they called family, a protective mother and possibly the king of hell, they would definitely get out of this place. But then two weeks became three, three became four and eventually Sam figured it had been about six weeks. He started to lose hope. Maybe they were too screwed this time. Sam started to seriously consider the fact that he might die in this cell. He hoped that if he were in here for the rest of his life, he hoped he bit the dust sooner rather than later. He considered what would kill him first, not eating and starving himself to death or actually eating and dying from the vomit inducing sludge that was supposed to be his meal.

Sam wasn't doing so good and he wondered how long it would take before solitary confinement would strip someone of any sense of reality. He didn't think it would take long. The worse part was being separated from Dean, with the possibility that the drive to the prison could be the last time he saw him. Dean had died numerous times. With the whole mystery spot incident, Sam really couldn't count. Sam had died a whole lot too, so they both knew what it was like to live without each other for extended periods of time but not like this. Dean always said he'd go out guns blazing. Sam would rather them to stick it out till old age and die from being ancient but he knew it was unlikely so he got what Dean was saying. If they were going to die young, permanently that is, he wanted to go down fighting. He didn't want Dean or himself to die but if they had too, he didn't want it to be rotting away in some cell.

Sam wondered if he should feel bitter that they were arrested for an attempted assassination when they'd actually just saved the president's life but he couldn't muster the enthusiasm to be bitter. Sam didn't know how he was doing. The panic, anger and worry that he'd initially felt, subsided rather quickly. It was replaced with apathy. A numb emptiness to the situation he was in. He didn't know if that reaction meant he was doing well or doing badly. Sam wondered for a millionth time since being separated from Dean, how he was doing. Sam wondered if Dean was coping any better than Sam.

Sam had always been more comfortable with solitude than Dean. Not through choice but through necessity. Sam had often been left on his own when Dean and their dad went hunting and told him he was too young to go. He'd gotten used to loneliness at a young age. So used to it that it kind of became comfortable. He'd wished for solitude with all his being when he'd been in the cage. At that time, he'd have done anything to be left alone, rather than being the personal punching bag for two pissed off archangels. So yeah, Sam was usually okay doing things alone if it came to it. He'd always choose having Dean and Cas around over being alone but he could manage. Sam was a naturally introverted person and he was okay with spending days hid away in the bunker researching. Dean was not like that. If Dean had to sit in one place for too long, he'd start climbing the walls. He got fidgety when they'd been in the bunker for too long without hunting. He didn't like to sit and twiddle his thumbs. He liked to be working, moving all the time. Sam imagined that Dean was probably in a worse state that he was. Although he would never show it. Dean had always been better at hiding weakness, than Sam was. His heart ached for his older brother. He hated that he was useless to him, no way to help him out of this place.

Sam had considered praying to Cas. In the first two weeks, he'd prayed a lot but once he'd realized that Cas could probably hear him but do nothing about it, he stopped. If he could have providing Cas with some information, any little detail, than it might of been useful but hearing Sam whining was not going to help Cas. It would most likely just make him feel bad so he'd stopped praying a few weeks ago but he decided to pray just one more time.

Hey Cas? If you have your ears on, just...if it comes to it, if it ends up that for some reason getting us both out will be a struggle...Just make sure you get Dean out, okay? If you can get us both, that's great but if you can't...Don't worry about me, I'll be okay but you know what Dean's like. He'll climbing the walls in this place so if you can, please just make sure you get him out. He belongs at home with you guys. No pressure or anything, I know you'll be doing everything you can. So, yeah, thanks and everything

Cutting off his awkward prayer, Sam threw himself down onto the cot. His long legs hanging over the end. He screwed his eyes shut and begged for sleep. Yeah, he and Dean were pretty screwed right now but at least they'd sent Lucifer packing and at least Cas had dealt with the whole, spawn of Satan thing. They were screwed but he had hope that Cas would reach Dean and at least for once, the world wasn't about to burn. With that, Sam drifted into a restless sleep.

Kelly's POV

Kelly Kline had dreamt of being a mother, since she was a young girl.

Sure, she'd also wanted the high powered career, the good life, the independence and everything else that followed, as much as the next girl but she'd always imagined children in that picture. She'd always wanted to be someone's mommy.

When she had started working for the president and later, fell pregnant with his child, she had been elated. Sure, it wasn't planned and things were complicated but she felt like her dreams were coming true. She loved her job, she'd fallen in love with a good and successful man and had gotten pregnant.

That's when everything fell apart. Finding out that the father of your child was possessed by the Devil and consequently, your child was literally the spawn of Satan, definitely wasn't part of said plan. Kelly was torn. She had been raised by devout Christian parents. She knew Lucifer wasn't the good guy of that story. And she knew that any child of Lucifer was going to hold a huge amount of power and the potential for evil. But genes (or whatever it is that angel's have) aren't everything. Bad parents didn't mean bad children. Kelly Believed her child could be good. That she could guide them into making the right choices. She didn't believe that her baby was inherently bad. She couldn't believe that. Which is why she had to run.

The blue eye'd angel who had called himself Castiel, meant well but Kelly knew that he saw things in black and white with no room for grey area. The being that was growing in Kelly's womb was not a baby to the angel. It was an abomination. Evil incarnate. She wasn't 100% sure what he planned to do but she wasn't going to stick around to find out or let any harm come to her future child. Kelly, like any good mother, was going to do everything she could to protect her child.

Kelly considered and accepted the fact that she was most likely, in over her head. She had no idea just how powerful her child would be or how one goes about raising a half human, half fallen angel child. She had to try though and she knew she had to do it alone.

Kelly hadn't much time to process her situation. She was no expert on child development but she knew that her child was growing far quicker than normal. Almost immediately after falling pregnant, she had felt her baby inside of her. She knew that her baby should be about the size of a bean and definitely shouldn't be big enough to be able to feel it moving. A week after Kelly had ran from Castiel, her belly had developed into a huge bump. She could feel her child. She could feel the power that was inside of her. It radiated through her bones, vibrating under her skin and it sent shivers down her spine. She felt like a nuclear reactor ready to blow.

After Castiel's little show and tell, she'd learned not to touch anything biblical or holy such as a bible. But still it had come as a surprise when the night stand in her motel spontaneously com-busted. Until she realized that there had been a bible in the draw. Her child's power was growing. Before she had touched a bible and it had burst into flames. Now she only had to be in the general vicinity of one to cause a fire hazard.

She hadn't long to think her options through before her contractions arrived. Kelly had never given birth before but unless her child was killing her from the inside of her womb, which she considered might have been entirely possible, this baby was definitely coming. Kelly decided against going to hospital. Giving birth to a child in a grubby motel room was not the brightest idea that Kelly had ever had but she was out of options. She didn't know what was going to happen when her child was born but she didn't want the doctors or child services poking their noses around and taking her baby away once they realized it was different. So she settled on staying put in her room.

It was far from ideal. Kelly prayed that there would be no health complications for her or her child. The most she knew about childbirth had come from TV drama's and one born every minute but when she felt the contractions grow stronger, she gathered a pair of scissors, towels and warm water. That's what they always said to get on TV anyway. Thankfully, the labor, like the pregnancy, was very quick. Unfortunately it was however, very painful. Just as Kelly thought she might die from the pain and pure power that shook her weak frame, her baby was almost out.

The lights in the motel room went crazy. Flickering on and off violently, before eventually smashing all together. The bed under her shook and the whole room began to quake as Kelly came the end of her labor. Kelly pushed with strength she didn't know she had and finally the soft cry of her newborn began to echo through the motel room. The shaking had stopped and so did her child's cry, as it store up at her. Kelly proceeded to cut the cord with the motel's complimentary scissors and held her child for the first time.

Her beautiful baby was a little girl.

As soon as she held her daughter, any apprehension or doubt Kelly had, withered away. As she held her little girl, she couldn't believe that there was an evil streak in the tiny babies body. Her child had a full head of hair, thick autumn brown curls that covered her fragile head. Her eyes were an emerald green, decorated with flecks of brown-ish gold. Her beautiful eye's were unbelievably wide and alert. There was a light behind them that enchanted Kelly. Her babies small mouth took the shape of an 'o' as the baby girl took in her mother's worn features. Her skin was pink and soft against Kelly's protective hands. No, there was no way her child was evil. She was perfect. And Kelly was going to protect her no matter what. Looking at her daughter, she considered what to name her. Kelly thought of her childhood. She thought of Sunday afternoons trailing around behind her grandmother as she tended to her beloved garden. Kelly was a curious child, keen to learn about everything the world had to offer. So she was never quiet for too long. To distract her granddaughter and keep her occupied for a while, he grandmother had told Kelly to look at all of the flowers and to pick her favorite.

Kelly took her task seriously, taking in all of her grandmother's flowers until she came across some that took her breath away. She silently pointed her gran to her chosen flower. Her grandmother had told her that she'd picked a lily. A lily of the valley. Kelly had thought the small white, delicate, bell shaped flowers were beautiful. Her gran had told her that a lily of the valley symbolized purity, sweetness and humility.

Lily.

That was it. Her baby girl was a lily. She looked at her precious girl and knew it fit her perfectly. Lily Kline.

Kelly stroked Lily's face gently with her thumb, basking in the joy that motherhood brought her. She took in her child's features. She knew that if Lily continued to grow at the rate she had in the womb, she may not be a small baby for long. So she made the most of time she could hold her daughter in her arms and looked forward to the future which she was determined would be bright.