I'M BACK! I've missed this lol. Hey guys :D Sorry it took so long to upload this, its been done for awhile but I am trying to get chapters done so I can post once a week :) I am currently working on Chapter Three. Lots of drama in this season and there will be some changed compared to the show so it fits into my plans better.

Wish me luck and enjoy!

I do not own Supernatual sadly. But I do own Maddie, Stanton, Connor and the others :D

Chapter One

"You can do this. You can do this." He cooed as he wiped her forehead with the cold wash cloth.

"Why don't you do it for me?" She demanded groaning.

John smiled down at his wife. "You've done this twice baby."

"Doesn't make the third time any easier!" Mary nearly shouted.

He shook his head but bit his lip as Mary grabbed his hand tightly once again. Two long, painful hours later, sounds of a healthy baby girl rang through the small room. Mary cried as she watched the nurses wash her daughter up. She looked at her husband to see tears of joy run down his face.

The head nurse gently handed the baby to her mother and smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." The loving parents both said together as they looked at the new baby girl in awe.

"If only my parents could see her John." Mary stated softly as she stared at her daughter.

"They see her Mary, they see her." John smiled and kissed Mary's sweaty head, then stood. "I'll go get the boys."

"Okay."

John walked into the waiting room and smiled more as the boys ran up to him. "Is she here?" Ten year old Dean demanded.

"Who cares?" Six year old Sam huffed and John couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's face.

"Yeah," He smiled. "She's here. You boys can go see her and your mom now."

Dean grabbed Sammy's hand and followed their father down the long, pink hallway to their mother's room. As John opened the door, Dean nearly pushed his little brother in. After a minute he climbed onto the bed to take a look at the thing wrapped in the soft pink blanket.

John picked Sammy up and held him close but made sure he could see his little sister. Sam's eyes grew big as he saw her. She was pretty, he thought to himself. Maybe having a sister wouldn't be too bad? He watched as slowly, very slowly, the baby opened her gorgeous green eyes. She stared at the ceiling, then, almost as if knowingly, she looked straight into Sam's eyes and smiled. Sam didn't think babies could smile right when they were born, but he knew that was a smile. He just knew it.

"What's her name?" Dean's voice rang through as Sam and the baby stared at each other.

Mary smiled watching her children. "Madeline Elizabeth Winchester."

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Its been a month since everything happened. A month since I found out I was pregnant. A month since Dean made the deal for me. In 11 months not only would I be a mother; Dean would be in hell….that's if I couldn't fix it first.

"Answer me Blaze!" I screamed from the bridge. "Damn it Blaze! I know you can hear me!"

"All of hell can hear you in those tones sweetheart." I spun around. "I'm here now. What's up?"

"Dean's deal-"

"I can't change anything Maddie. I didn't make the deal."

"But you know who did."

Blaze froze. "I've been instructed not to tell you anything. I take those orders seriously."

"Since when do you follow orders?"

"There are a lot of demons out there that could kill me or worse Maddie. I'd rather keep quiet and stay alive. And to do that, I can't tell you shit." He leaned against one of the poles. "You're not showing yet."

"That's because I'm only two months along."

He nodded. "How long till you show?"

"About one month." I sighed.

"How you gonna tell your brothers?"

"No clue." I was screwed. I didn't know how long I could hide this, but I planned on trying as long as I could.

A week later we were at Bobby's, the one place that always felt like home to me and I knew it always would. I ran into the bathroom at 3:30 in the morning, making it just in time to throw up. Who I didn't see…was one Bobby Singer.

"Somethin' you wanna tell me Darling?"

I spun around and met Bobby's eyes. "Um…I just haven't felt good for a few days. I think it's the stomach flu." I lied. Why was it that I could lie for a living, yet I couldn't lie to Bobby?

"Do I look like an igit girl?"

"What are you tal-" I was interrupted when a bottle of pills were thrown at me. Thanks to my hunting reflexes, I caught them.

"Take two a day." I looked down at them and my eyes widened. "Two a day Maddie." He repeated. "And we'll talk about you hiding this later."

How did he….I sat in the dark of the bathroom staring at the bottle until I felt someone next to me. I leaned against my boyfriend and kissed him softly. "What are those?" I handed him the bottle. "Prenat…how'd you get them?"

"Ummm….Uncle Bobby just gave them too me."

Stanton dropped the vitamins quickly. "How did he know?"

"I don't know. It was so weird. But he wants to talk to me about hiding it. If he tells Sam and Dean…"

"Breathe okay baby? We'll get through this. And when they do find out, well, I'll be the one they kill. Not you."

"Their not touching my baby's daddy!"

He chuckled and held me close. I don't know how long we sat there but eventually, I fell asleep against Stanton.

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Sam and I sat up front in the impala together while Dean was….having fun. Gag me. I know he has a year, I know I've had sex and am pregnant, but this…this was disturbing and disgusting. We're sitting in the car in front of the room where our older brother was having…..yeah…I just shivered.

I looked over at Sam as I ate my cheeseburger. I was so freaking hungry and I couldn't eat more than normal without giving it away. So needless to say, this sucked. I shook my head as Dean walked up to the motel window, and gave us a double thumbs up before shutting the curtains.

"Ew." I commented.

Suddenly, Sam's cell went off. I looked out the window as he answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sam." I smiled slightly hearing Bobby's voice. Sometimes, crappy cell mics worked in my advantage.

"Hey, Bobby."

"Whatcha doing?"

"Same old, same old." Sam smirked looking into the book again now that he was done eating.

"You buried in that book again?" There was a pause. "Sam, if you wanna break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?"

"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's your brother and sister?"

I wrinkled my nose seeing Dean's shadow. "Maddie's next to me and Dean's…pulling the electric."

"What?" Bobby demanded.

"Never mind." Sam said quickly as I tried not to gag.

"Well, you guys better pack it up. I think I finally found something."

Luckily, Sam was the one who went inside the room to get Dean not me. And when I say luckily, I mean it. "Let me see your knife." Sam demanded suddenly. I was now in the backseat. My knees were pulled up to my chest with my arms around my legs. I made sure it wasn't too tight, but, in this position, I felt like I was protecting my baby.

"What for?" Dean demanded.

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

Our brother chuckled. "It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."

I wrinkled my nose as Sam replied. "It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean."

"Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint twins."

Once again, I wrinkled my nose. Whores. "Yeah, no problem."

"Really? Well, I've gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll or something."

"No, no. You deserve to have a little fun." Sam said while looking into the book.

"Well, I am in violent agreement with you there. What's Bobby got?"

"Not much." Sam sighed. "Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Now, it could be demonic omens—"

"Or it could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." Dean interrupted.

"Yeah, but it's our only lead."

Dean was silent for a minute, "Any freaky deaths?"

"Not that Bobby could find. Not yet, anyway." Sam sighed. I stared out the window and kept my arms wrapped around my belly.

"It's weird, man. I mean, the night the Devil's Gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Seventeen." I filled.

"Seventeen. You'd think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bubkes. What are the demons waiting for?"

Sam sighed. "Beats me."

"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."

"I don't know, man. Careful what you wish for."

I turned my iphone up as it got more quiet. While looking out the window and humming to Should Have Known by Bleed the Dream, I noticed I had one unread text message. Pushing the home button, I opened up the text messages and started reading Connor's text.

Tuesday May 9th . I need you to be at the house. Please. I need you.

My eyebrow raised as I texted back. "What's up?"

My dad….my dad died Maddie.

Tears filled my eyes and I looked out the window. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Thank you.

A few hours later, we pulled up to a house. I smiled seeing Bobby. You hear those cicadas?" Sam asked as we stepped out of the impala.

"That can't be a good sign." I mumbled.

"No. No, it can't."

We walked a few feet to where Bobby was leaning against his car. I ran over and hugged him as Dean was gnawing on his burger. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" He commented.

"Well," Dean started with a mouth full of bacon grossness. "I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." I glared at him.

Sam sighed. "So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here, or what?"

"Let's find out. Looks like the swarm is ground zero."

We approached the house that we parked in front of. Dean finished his burger and knocked on the door hard. "Candygram!"

After no answer I got on one knee and picked the lock. Slowly, we opened the door and entered the house, immediately gagging at the smell.

"That's awful." Sam commented. I nodded focusing hard so I didn't throw up.

"That so can't be a good sign." Dean added.

"No." We continued searching the house, but most of the rooms were empty. Then, suddenly, we heard a muffled screaming from another room. "You hear that?"

I nodded and ran into the room shoving the door open. Instantly, I nearly threw up even more. The tv was turned onto some horror film. "Oh. My. God." My eyes widened and I nodded to the couch. Sam, Dean and Bobby all turned to see what I was staring at. There, sitting on the sofa like an everyday family, were three rotting corpses.

"Bobby, what the hell happened here?" Sam demanded.

"I don't know." He shook his head.

"Check for sulfur." Dean ordered.

I walked away but suddenly froze seeing something out the window. I gave Dean the signal and he moved us all away from the window. Pulling out his gun, Dean walked out to the front porch. Just as he turned around, he was hit in the face by a man. My eyes widened as my eldest brother fell to the ground.

"Isaac?" Bobby demanded and walked outside. I blinked and followed. "Tamara?"

"Bobby!" The woman, Tamara, greeted cheerfully. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same." Bobby chuckled.

The man, Isaac smiled and held out his hand, which Bobby shook. "Hey, Bobby."

Suddenly, Dean raised his hand from the ground. "Hello! Bleeding here!"

An hour later we were at Isaac and Tamara's house. I looked around and kept my arms at my side even though I wanted them to be wrapped around my stomach. I glanced over at Dean in the other room who had his flirting face on as he talked to the Coroner's Tech.

"Honey," Isaac's voice broke my thoughts. "Where's the Palo Santo?"

Tamara smiled. "Well, where did you leave it?"

"I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking."

I started chuckling as Bobby wrapped an arm around me and Sam looked over with an eyebrow raised. "Palo Santo?"

"It's holy wood from Peru. It's toxic to demons, like holy water. It keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them." Tamara found the wood and gave it to her husband.

"Thank you, dear."

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."

My smile grew thinking of Stanton and I. "So, how long have you two been married?" I asked politely.

"Eight years, this past June."

"A family that slays together…" Isaac started.

Sam and I chuckled. "Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?"I gave Sam a look as Isaac and Tamara stiffened. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

Tamara shook her head. "No, no. It's all right."

Dean walked in then and broke the tension by still being on the phone. "Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an appletini." I raised my eyebrow and he shrugged. "Yeah. Call you." He hung up. "That was the coroner's tech."

"And?" Sam asked.

"Get this: that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There was no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

I felt Bobby move slightly as I leaned against him. "But there was a fully-stocked kitchen just yards away."

"Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam demanded. I made a mental note to ask Stanton later.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw. And I've seen plenty."

"Well, what now?" I asked.

"What should we do?" Dean finished.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac cut in. I looked at him questionably.

Sam voiced my expression. "What do you mean?"

"You guys seem nice enough. But this ain't Scooby-Doo. And we don't play well with others."

I scoffed while Sam defended us. "Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together."

"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get open in the first place."

""No offense"?" Dean mocked.

Tamara stepped in trying to keep the peace. "Isaac, like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh, yeah. Locked my keys in the car. Turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."

Dean chuckled sarcastically. "All right, that's enough."

Sam stood up and moved closer to Dean to hold him back if necessary. "Guys, this isn't helping. Dean."

Isaac sighed. "Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us. On all of us."

"Okay. That's quite enough testosterone for now." And she led her husband away.

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We were at some store. It reminded me that I had to go shopping soon and buy some baggie hoodies if I wanted to keep the pregnancy hidden. Sam and I walked toward Dean and over heard him talking to a customer. "You know, what happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is. You've gotta make every second count." Sam cleared his throat and I shook my head. "Excuse me a minute, would you?" The lady walked away smiling.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?"

I sighed. "Working. Dead body, possible demon attack, that kind of stuff."

Dean looked at me. "Maddie…I'm sorry, I just don't have much time left. Gotta make every second count."

I looked down and mumbled. "Yeah. All right. Sorry."

He didn't even notice the look on my face. Only replied cheerfully, "Apology accepted."

Suddenly, Bobby appeared next to us in his black suit and tie with his hair slicked back and no hat. "Whoa." Dean whistled. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-Man?"

"Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect." Bobby answered looking in the mirror. I smiled up at him. He's felt more like a father to me since I've gotten pregnant.

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "So, what do you think? Was she possessed, or what?"

"I don't think so. There was none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control, totally lucid. She just really wanted those shoes. I spilled a glass of holy water on her, just to be sure: nothing." I chuckled.

"Well, maybe she's just some random wackjob." Dean commented.

"If it'd been an isolated incident, maybe. But first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you three find anything around here?"

I shook my head. "No sulfur. Nothing."

"Well, maybe something." He nodded towards the security camera on the wall. "See?" He turned to me. "I'm working."

We went to the back room of the store, and watched the video tapes carefully. We watched as a strange guy approach the blonde. "Anything interesting?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "I don't know yet. Might just be a guy. Or it might be our guy." We watched as the guy touched the blonde's shoulder and gestured to the brunette victim. Sam gave us a look.

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I walked down the street alone for a little while. As I walked, I sighed thinking about having the baby. I couldn't help it. What if I did more harm to the baby? What if hunting harmed the baby? Sighing I knew I had to think of something and something fast. Suddenly, I felt eyes on the back of my head. I stopped walking and turned around. There was no one there.

Walking again, I turned into the Motherhood store. My stomach was killing me and I knew that they had to have something to help me in there. Looking around I saw the bigger clothes, and knew I had to think of a way to hide the belly also. "Can I help you?" A lady in her late 20's asked me smiling.

Tucking a curly strand of hair behind my ear, I smiled slightly. "Hi um…I…" I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

"I know." She smiled.

"Y-You know?" My hunting instincts shot up.

"You have the glow."

"The glow?"

"Yeah." She smiled again. "What can I help you with? You're not showing yet so you don't need clothes."

"My stomach is…"

"Ah. I got the thing just for you." The lady walked from behind the counter and over to a shelf in the back of the store. Picking up a small box she handed it to me. "Queezy drops. It helps. Trust me." She patted her belly. "I suck on them too. They taste like ass but…they'll help."

I smiled and looked at the price on them and pulled out my wallet. Handing her a five, I smiled again. "Keep the change."

"Thank you. And good luck."

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Later that night I sat in Bobby's car, in the backseat. Bobby, Dean, and I all were exhausted and we knew we looked it. "What time is it?" Bobby asked.

Dean checked his watch as I yawned, which caused him to yawn. "Seven past midnight."

"Are you sure this is the right place?" I mumbled yawning again.

"No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and supposedly, he drinks at this stupid bar."

Suddenly, Sam showed up at the window, scaring the crap out of Dean, Bobby and me. I opened the door rolling my eyes and moved over so that I was sitting behind Bobby. He got in the car, laughing.

"That's not funny." Dean growled.

"Yeah, all right." Sam smirked pushing Dean's seat forward into the steering wheel. I bit my lip trying not to laugh out loud. "So, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."

"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Dean sighed. "So, you think he's possessed?"

"It's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark-raving psycho or something?"

"Those demons that got out of that gate – they're gonna be able to do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby noted.

I cut in. "You mean, the demons we let out."

"Guys." Dean warned then looked up. Sam, Bobby, and I followed his gaze. There was Walter getting out of his car and heading towards the main entrance of the shitty bar.

"All right." Dean smirked grabbing his gun. "Showtime."

"Wait a minute." Bobby interrupted.

"What?"

"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him until we know for sure."

"Oh, so, he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" My eyes widened when Dean's voice raised to Bobby.

"We're no good dead. And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."

Sam tapped my shoulder and I looked at where he was watching. "Hey, Bobby?" Sam called. "I don't think that's an option."

"Why not?"

Sam gestured to the parking lot, where Isaac and Tamara were getting out of their car and heading to the bar.

"Damn it!" Bobby shouted making me jump.

An hour later…Isaac was dead, and we were back at Tamara's with the demon in the next room tied to a chair under the devil's trap. "And I say we're going back."

"Listen, just hold on a second." Sam scrambled to follow the angry widow.

"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" Tamara screamed.

"Okay, I understand that. But we can't go back."

"Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."

She started for the door and Dean turned "I'll go with her."

"It's suicide, Dean!" Sam screeched.

"So, what? I'm dead already."

I got angry and jumped into the conversation. "How are you gonna kill them? Can't shoot them. You can't stab them. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!"

"I don't care!" Tamara screamed once more getting closer to me.

I may have been younger than her, but I was a Winchester and I stood my ground. "You don't even know how many of them there are!"

"Yeah, we do." Bobby's voice broke through my anger. I looked over to him closing a book. "There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"

Dean took the bait. "No. Who?"

"The seven deadly sins. Live and in the flesh."

It was silent for a few seconds as that soaked in. Then suddenly, ""What's in the box?"" Sam, Bobby, and Tamera stared at him confused and I just shook my head.

"Brad Pitt? Seven? No?" Ignoring him, Bobby threw him the book. "What's this?"

"Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld I.D.'d the seven sins. Not just as human vices, but as actual devils."

Sam nodded realizing the connections. "The family –- they were touched by "sloth". And the shopper…"

"That's envy's doing – the customer we've got in the next room. I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful glutton—"

Tamara's angry voice interrupted Bobby and I swore to whoever the hell was up there, that if she didn't shut up I'd chop her mouth off and feed it to the fucking hell hounds myself. "I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!"

Bobby had enough too apparently. "We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked, and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval! Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So, we are gonna take a breath, and figure out what our next move is!"

Surprisingly, she stared him down but stayed silent.

In a calmer voice Bobby added, "I am sorry for your loss."

After a moment, all the hunters moved into the other room. Envy smirked at us. "So, you know who I am, huh?"

Bobby nodded. "We do. We're not impressed."

I smirked while Sam paced around Envy. "Why are you here? What are you after?"

Envy was silent. "He asked you a question." Dean pointed out. "What do you want?" The demon laughed and didn't answer. Dean opened his flask of holy water and doused him with it. He squirmed and yelled loudly.

"We already have what we want." He mumbled.

"What's that?"

"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So, me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

I scoffed and Sam looked at the demon. "Fun?"

"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides on their outside."

Tamara, who I still wanted to kill, stepped forward angrily. "I'm gonna put you down like a dog."

"Please." Envy laughed. "You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara – all that wrath, ooh. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."

Tamara moved forward and quickly, and swiftly, and punched Envy in the face hard. She went to do it again Bonbby and Dean pushed her away. Envy only laughed again. "My point exactly. You call us "sins". We're not sins, man! We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. You know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others? They're coming for me."

"Maybe." Dean commented nonchalantly. "But they're not gonna find you. 'Cause you'll be in hell. Someone send this clown packing."

Tamara smirked grabbing the book. "My pleasure." The demon's smile faded as we left the room ignoring the demon's groaning and screaming.

We walked into the next room and Bobby sighed. "I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them."

"What does that mean?" Sam asked.

"I think maybe this joker's right: they're gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy."

Dean sniffled and being totally serious said, "You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy a little time." I was getting fucking tired of Dean always sacrificing himself lately! I growled to myself. These fucking plans were gonna kill him! We only got a year. A single year to try to accept, or stop the deal and here he is trying to kill himself sooner! Fuck you Dean!

Luckily for me, Sam spoke before I could. "You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?"

"Sam's right." Bobby agreed and I nodded.

Dean looked at us like we were the crazy ones. "There's six of them, guys. We're out-manned, we're out-gunned. We'll be dead by dawn."

"Maybe, but there's no place to run that they won't find us."

I sighed and stepped forward. "Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?"

"Well," Dean smirked after a pause. "Let's not make it easy for them."

A strong wind suddenly ripped through the room, blowing out all the candles. Tamara came in from the other room, tossing the book aside. "Demon's out of the guy."

"And the guy?" I asked.

"He didn't make it."

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I sat with my back against the wall. Sighing, I looked out the windows and stood seeing Isaac's body just laying there. They were here. Suddenly, the door burst open and a tall, bald man walked in. He stood at least six feet tall and smirked. "Maddie Winchester." He cooed.

I glared at him. "Sorry, I'm at a disadvantage." I growled. "I don't know your name."

He smirked and moved forward. "With all the wrath you've been feeling lately, I could be your best friend."

I growled to myself and tried to stay cool. "Sorry. I have a best friend."

"Oh, right." Wrath smirked. "Connor is feeling quite a lot of wrath also. With his father leaving him and making him guardian of his two siblings. Its only a matter of time before those kids grow up and end up in a rehab center." I tightened my fists. I would not let him piss me off. "I've heard of you. We've all heard of you –- the prodigy, the Princess. Looking at you now, I've gotta tell you: don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? And now, with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing now, do I? You're fair game now, princess. And it's open season."

Suddenly I was thrown across the room as another demon walked into the room. "Need help?" She asked looking down at me.

"Have some fun." Wrath smirked.

The girl picked me up by the neck so I couldn't say the exorcism right let alone breathe. The door suddenly banged open and a guy with blonde hair ran in. He pulled out this knife I've never seen and the girl holding me let go. "You!" She screamed and ran towards him.

The new guy smirked, and using the knife sliced her throat easily. My eyes widen as I watched the sin die. A knife couldn't do that! Could it? I watched as Wrath ran for the guy. I moved forward to defend her and punched Wrath in the face hard and the girl finished the job by stabbing him in the neck.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded as Wrath fell to the ground.

"I'm the girl that just saved your ass."

"Well, I just saved yours, too." I pointed out.

He smirked. "See you around, Maddie."

"Wait!" I called out but he ignored me and left the house.

The next morning, Dean, Sam and I buried the demons that didn't make it in the yard, covering them with salt. A few yards away, Tamara stood burning Isaac's corpse. "You think she's gonna be all right?" Sam asked softly as we watched her.

"No. Definitely not." Dean answered and Bobby walked over. He wrapped an arm around me looking exhausted. I leaned against him. "Well, you look like hell warmed over."

"Well, you try exorcising all night, and see how you feel."

"Any survivors, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"The pretty girl and the heavy guy – they'll make it. A lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but still."

"That's more than you can say for these poor bastards." Dean sighed gesturing to the three bodies.

"Bobby," I started softly. "That knife – what kind of blade could kill a demon?"

He sighed and held me close. "Yesterday, I'd have said there was no such thing."

"I'm just gonna ask it again: who was that masked man? And another troubling question would be, "How could you freeze up like that Maddie?""

"More than one demon, Dean. At once."

"Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night." I rolled my eyes.

Sam cleared his throat. "Well, if you want a troubling question, I've got one for you."

"What's that?"

"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?"

We were silent for a minute. "You're right, that is troubling."

Dean threw the match onto the corpses, burning them as Tamara approached us. "See you gents and gal around."

"Tamara." Bobby called and she turned around. "The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful."

"You, too." She nodded and got into her car before driving away.

We walked Bobby to his car. "Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same."

"You got it." Dean nodded.

"Wait, Bobby." I whispered. He looked at me. "We can win this war. Right?"

Bobby looked at me sadly, quickly glanced at my stomach but doesn't respond. "Catch you on the next one." He drove away.

Slowly, we made our way to the impala. "So, where to?"

Sam sighed. "I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana, maybe."

Dean looked up. "It's a little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?"

"Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priest just outside Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your demon deal."

"Nah." Dean said simply. I raised an eyebrow.

""Nah"? What does that mean, "nah"?"

"Sam, no hoodoo spell is gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase."

"We don't know that, Dean." I shot.

"Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help."

"Look, it's worth—" I tried.

"We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"

I growled and moved away from the group. "You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and I don't care anymore."

"That didn't last long."

"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass, trying to keep you alive, Dean. And you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"

Dean shook his head. "No, it's not like that."

Sam looked at me as I shouted. "Then what's it like, Dean?"

"Maddie."

"Please. Tell me."

"We trap the crossroads demon? Trick it? Try to welch our way out of the deal in any way?"

"Mm-hmm?" I urged.

"You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you."

I looked away trying not to cry. Softly I whispered as Sam wrapped his arm around me. "How could you make that deal, Dean?"

"Because I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."

"What, so now, we live and you die?"

"That's the general idea, yeah."

"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now, you go and do the same thing to me. What you did was selfish."

"Yeah. You're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that."

"I'm not!" I screamed.

"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Maddie. And I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."

"It's hellfire, Dean!"

"Yeah, whatever. You're alive. I feel good for the first time in a long time. I've got a year to live, guys. I'd like to make the most of it. So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?"

Sam shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

"Very true."

Grinning, Dean got in the Impala. We followed, and took off down the road.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I sat on Connor's bed as he tried to fix his black tie. Normally he was good at it but today he was having a tougher time. I stood and fixed my simple black dress before walking over to him. Easily, I fixed his tie for him and met his eyes. They were slightly puffy, but no one would notice. I've been friends with Connor since I could remember so I saw all the signs.

"Thanks Mads." He whispered.

"I'm here for you." I whispered back.

"I know."

Erica walked into the room looking adorable. It was sad that she didn't understand what was going on. "I'm hungwy." She smiled up at us.

"I'll get it for her Connor."

He nodded and I picked Erica up. She smiled at me and played with my necklace. "You look pwetty."

"Thank you baby girl." I smiled. "You look pretty too." I looked into Cody's room. "You hungry kid?"

He looked up at me. "A little." He whispered.

"Come on. I'll get you guys some food."

Cody nodded and followed me out into the kitchen, I placed Erica on a bar stool and looked through the cabinets. "Umm…how about hot dogs?"

"Yeah!" Erica squealed.

I looked at Cody and he nodded. "One or two?" I asked him.

"Two please." He whispered.

Smiling sadly, I made three hotdogs and fed the kids. While they ate I walked back upstairs. An hour later we stood outside. We watched the cremation of William Hope. Erica sat in my arms as we stood there listening to the priest, an old friend of Pastor Jim. The service was beautiful.

Half way through I heard Connor and Cody. Cody was trying not to cry in front of Erica, Connor looked over at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Even though he tried to make it so that no one could hear, I still did. "You can cry Cody, its sad."

Cody just shook his head and looked at Erica, "I can't, I have to be strong for Erica."

Connor sighed, "She's five. Erica doesn't understand what's going on. I'll be the strong one, just react like you should. You can't hold it in Cody."

He just nodded and looked down. I looked at Erica as she motioned to put her down. Confused, I complied. I watched as she walked in front of Cody and pulled on his front suit Jacket. He looked down at her as she hugged his legs. He sniffled, smiled and picked her up.

"It's terribly sad when a single father leaves his three young children all alone in the world. The youngest only five years old, having to grow up without a father in her life. Young Erica doesn't even understand what is happening right now." The priest said softly.

I looked at three Hope siblings. These three were my family, and even though Dean was going to hell, and I was pregnant, I knew with these three, in Minnesota, I'd still have a home and I knew that no matter what happened, that would never change.