Oki, so this is basically a warning to those readers that are sticklers for keeping the details of events taking place in the episodes precise. I apologize if certain aspects of my story don't follow the details presented in the series, they are not readily available to me and I am writing based on memory. I hope you still enjoy! :)

So the entire chappie is a flashback; we'll be back in the present soon enough.

Chapter 2 - "Promise me..."

*Flashback*

They turned onto Chuck's street.

"I still can't believe how you guys got out of that one!" The brothers just nodded as they had throughout the car ride. She had been trying to get more information out of them during the trip, to no avail. Her attempt at conversation had done nothing to relieve the strained silence hanging between the Winchesters.

"I mean," she started again, "I was sure you guys were both goners! I saw that light blast fifteen miles away; it was like-like a nuclear explosion!" She was leaning forward, her arms waving energetically. She saw Dean glance into the rear-view mirror both eyebrows raised. She heaved a sigh and dropped back into her seat, arms crossed over her chest. She glanced out the window; they had just pulled into Chuck's driveway.

They got out of the car. Sam glanced back when he didn't hear Amy's car door open to find her blinking at him from the other side of the passenger window. He stepped back and opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she chimed, bounding out of the car.

"You're not serious?" he said.

"I really don't spend enough time with you guys," she looked up at him, "how else are you going to learn your manners?" He stared at her for a moment and laughed.

"The lock's not working properly again?"

She pouted, nodding, "It's like a child safety lock, only seems to work from the outside."

"How appropriate," he said and turned to walk up to the front door leaving her speechless.

"Hey!" she finally exclaimed and ran after him.

The house was a bloody disaster.

"What the hell happened here?" Amy whispered, gingerly stepping over a shattered lamp. Dean shrugged and stepped into the living room. She continued on to the kitchen, it was not as much a mess as the rest of the house, however... She eyed the sink piled high with dirty dishes, the garbage was overflowing with frozen dinner packages and the counters were littered with empty and half finished bottles of booze. She shook her head.

"Bachelor pad..." she sighed, what else could she have expected.

"Jeez! Ow!" Sam's alarmed voice rang through the house. Although she couldn't make out the words, she heard Chuck's voice. She hurried into the living room and paused on the threshold. Chuck was holding onto a toilet plunger, a shocked look still on his face. Dean was watching Sam and she could clearly read the suspicion and betrayal in his eyes. Sam sighed.

"I didn't know." Amy felt her heart clench at the tension between the Winchesters.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked his gaze turning back to Chuck.

"He's dead," Chuck said, "or gone. The archangel smoked the crap out of him."

Amy paled visibly at that and she leaned heavily against the door frame, her legs suddenly felt like they were made of pudding. Her mind was spinning and the room and its occupants swam before her eyes. She forced herself to take long breaths, and only caught snippets of the ensuing exchange. "... maybe he vanished... no... exploded... what... oh god... really stressful day..." She felt an awful pressure in her ears, a pounding in her brain and the constriction in her chest was suffocating; her stomach had practically dropped to the floor. It took her mind awhile to register the weighty silence. When she finally looked up, she found Chuck's gaze on her. He took a moment to search hers.

"Can I speak to you for a moment... alone?" he asked.

The brothers shot glances between the two of them. She frowned slightly, her expression clearly confused.

"Okay," she answered and followed him into the adjoining room.

(Several minutes later)

"Ha!" she was heard exclaiming, "You're not serious!"

"I just thought you should know; it may be too early to tell..."

"How could you know something like that?"

"I'm sorry, Amy." Dean stepped into the room.

"Is everything okay?" Amy turned to face him, her eyes the size of dinner plates. Her gaze dropped to the floor.

"I've got to go," she said her voice strangled.

"Uh oh," Chuck whispered his eyes settling on Dean, "they're coming." Sam came into the room.

"The angels?" he asked.

"You're bleeding," Zachariah drew his attention to Dean's left hand.

"A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said and his hand slammed onto the symbol painted on the room's sliding door. Zachariah reached out, but at the same moment a blinding light blew the angels God knows where. As the dust settled there was a collective sigh of relief.

"I learned that from Cas you son of a bitch." Dean seethed.

The drive back to the motel was an oddly silent one until Amy asked Dean to pull over.

"You want us to leave you here?" Dean asked, surprise clear in his expression as she stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, I just need to pick up some stuff. The motel is just around the corner."

"We can wait for you. What do you need?"

"It's okay, really," she answered, "I'll walk. It's girl stuff anyway; it could take a while." Both their eyes widened.

"Enough said," Dean answered starting the Impala's engine, "We'll see you later." She smiled and walked off.

Twenty or so minutes later she exited the pharmacy shopping bags in hand. She paused on the sidewalk, her gaze on the grey skies. A shiver went down her spine and she looked around apprehensively like a scared rabbit. She couldn't control the panic that had her running to her motel room in the next instant. She fumbled a bit with the key, but eventually got the door open. She slammed it shut behind her and leaned heavily against it. Her bags dropped to the ground and she slid down to the carpet her face in her hands.

'Why was she freaking out? This was ridiculous!' She had promised not to let herself become something pathetic. 'And yet...'

She rummaged through her bag and found what she was looking for.

"Was that Amy's door?" Sam asked. Dean looked up from his pistol.

"Yeah, I guess she's back."

"Okay, how about we go grab a bite to eat?"

Dean took a while to answer, "Yeah, give me a minute."

Several minutes went by in silence. Sam was standing by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He cleared his throat loudly and Dean looked up, "What?"

"Well, are you coming?"

"I said give me a minute," Dean answered coolly. Sam threw his hands up in the air in exasperation, but didn't bother answering back.

"I'll go get Amy," was all he said and stepped out. He went over to the neighbouring room and knocked on the door. When she didn't answer he tried the door knob and found it unlocked. He opened the door and stepped into the room almost tripping over her grocery bags. He looked up to see her sitting on the bed her back against the headboard and her face buried in a pillow she clutched in her arms.

"Amy?" he asked, "are you alright?" She lifted her head from the pillow and only glanced at him before turning her face to opposite wall. Her cheeks were flushed and her gaze looked haunted; she was chewing her lower lip. He came over to stand beside her. "Amy," he started and spotted an empty box on the comforter. His gaze turned to her, but she refused to look at him. He picked up the box and turning it over in his hands some understanding dawned on him and his eyes widened. He slowly sat on the bed beside her.

"What's going on?" he asked gently. This time her gaze turned to his and there was questioning in her eyes. "You know you can tell me, you're like a little sister to us." She nodded and one of her hands loosened from around the pillow and stretched out towards him. His eyes didn't leave hers as he took the pregnancy tester from her. He looked down at the device and for a while stared at the digital plus sign blinking on the screen.

"I'm pregnant," she said in a quiet voice.

"When did it happen?" Sam started, "I didn't even know y-you... well you know..."

"And why or how should you know?" she cried. He ignored her and she stared at him incredulously as he went on about God knows what. She wasn't actually listening to his words, only his tone came through and he was scolding her like she was some child. His last question she heard though, "Do you even know when it happened."

"Cas," she began in a whisper.

"I mean do you not even know who the dad is?"

"It's Castiel." He paused for a moment and when he turned to look at her again his eyes were wide.

"You and Cas," he said slowly. "Is that even possible for an angel?"

"There's not that much angel left in him at this point," she answered.

"That's not even funny!" Sam exclaimed.

"No," she shook her head, "I don't mean it like that! You've seen what's happening, how he's become more and more human. That started way back."

Sam took several deep breaths to get his thoughts in order and nodded.

"Alright, so what do you want to do?" She understood the question.

"I'm keeping it," she said without hesitation; she had already made up her mind.

"Oh god, Amy," Sam said as he realized the most crucial fact, "he's not even..."

"He's dead," she managed to interject; her mind was slowly wrapping itself around that reality.

"I'm sorry."

She nodded her head; her movements were jerky and hesitant. She took the device from his hands and stuffed into her duffel bag.

"I've got to go." She whispered and got up from the bed, her bag already slung over her shoulder.

(Several days later)

The cell phone rang beneath her fingers. She could feel its vibrations through the mattress she was curled up on. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the screen displaying the incoming caller.

Sammy.

She rubbed her eyes and let the phone ring itself out. Only when the ringing stopped did she realize she had been holding her breath. And then it started again.

"Ugh," she complained and checked the caller id.

Sammy, again.

She stared at the phone several seconds longer and finally answered.

"Hey."

"Amy! I've been trying to reach you a few days now," there was something in his tone that she could not quite identify, "where have you been?"

"What does it matter?" she paused, realizing how pitifully hopeless she sounded. She sighed and managed to smile if somewhat weakly, "Sorry, I've just been picking up on my last case from before you guys, well... you know. Anyways, just been busy, so what's up?"

"It's about Castiel," he suddenly sounded excited, and her heart began to pound in her chest, "he's alive."

Silence. That's all there was for several moments; not a sound reached her during that time, just silence. She swallowed.

"W-what?"

"Amy," he repeated, "he's alive. We saw him."

'How?' she thought. The only explanation, 'Chuck was wrong.' She wasn't going to argue on that point. It didn't matter anymore.

"So," he said, "when are you going to tell him?" She shook her head fervently, even though she knew that he could not see her.

"What?" she finally managed.

"You know," he sounded conspiratorial, "about the secret?" He patiently waited for her answer.

"I'm not going to tell him. I don't want him to know."

"Amy, he has the right."

"No," she interrupted him, "It's better if he just doesn't know; maybe eventually... no! And you can't tell Dean."

"But, Amy," he started.

"Promise me," she said. She knew that he did not agree with her, but with her eyes aflame, she willed him to feel her glare through the phone.

"Alright," he finally conceded.

"Promise," she repeated.

"I promise."

*End of Flashback*