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"Kate." Cas appeared in the doorway of the bedroom I was currently inhabiting, not bothering to knock which wasn't really surprising.

"Cas you are the last person I want to speak to." I let out a deep breath and combed angrily through my damp hair with my fingers.

His eyes filled with regret. "I know you are angry but-"

I slammed my hands down on the bed and met the angel's gaze in the mirror. "No. You don't know." He would never truly know. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes. "Why are you in here."

"I...need to tell you something of import." I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to hear this man. He looked torn but continued, "But this concerns Dean also." I frowned. Dean. He hadn't exactly been speaking to me ever since I announced that I had wanted to stay dead. Cas seemed deadset though so I nodded reluctantly and soon we were both downstairs in the living room.

Dean was sitting in the living room staring into the fire place, an ice cold beer in his hand. It wasn't his first. There were three empty bottles surrounding the chair he was sitting in.

I cleared my throat at Castiel's stare. "Dean." He didn't move. I tried again. "Dean. Cas needs to tell us something." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the flames. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a long gulp. I figured that was as much as an acknowledgment as I would get so I nodded at the angel as a go ahead and placed myself in the nearest green armchair.

The angel seemed to struggle with words. "Kate...when you...died..." He paused, his eyes falling to the floor, and I had the feeling what he was about to tell us was anything but good news. "You-you were with child. Dean's child." Suddenly there was a long silence except for the sound of a glass beer bottle shattering on a hard wood floor. My eyes focused on the small puddle of beer and shattered glass as I felt myself go numb.

Dean slowly got to his feet. He was shaking. "How..." He cleared his throat. "How is that possible?" But then it hit him as our eyes met. That night in St. Louis in the back of his Impala. Dean cleared his throat once more. "Well...ok."

"OK? That's all you can say? OK?" I stared at him in disbelief and he returned the gaze. I was expecting him to be more..I don't know...angry.

He threw up his hands. "What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? We didn't know and it's not like when Cas brought you back he brought back the baby too..." There was a pause and we both looked at Cas expectantly.

The angel's shoulders slumped. "No. I...only could bring back one." Dean deflated and ran a hand over his face. He opened his mouth once more before shutting it and deciding to pace.

Wait... I frowned as something didn't seem right, not that anything really about this seemed right. "Cas...how exactly did you get the power to bring me back? Since when have you been able to bring back the dead?"

"I had some help." His eyes fell and the breath left my lungs. He was lying. I gripped the arms of the chair. "Ok Castiel if you had help that must mean that you knew what was going to happen in that warehouse. You had to. Cas, you would have had to have asked for their help in bringing me backbefore I died. Am I right or else there wouldn't have been time." His silence and the expression on his face was the only answer I needed.

Dean's eyes widened, fury burning in them. "You knew she was pregnant with my child and yet you still let her walk into that warehouse knowing she was going to die?" His fists clenched and I had the feeling he was resisting the urge to punch the angel.

"I had no choice. It had to happen. It was fate." Dean and I were about to object when Cas got a hard glint in his eye. "That child had to die."

Dean took a step back as if Cas's words had physically hurt him. "What?"

Cas sighed and loosened his tie some more. "That child would have been no ordinary child." Well, it would've been part of the Winchester bloodline and there is nothing ordinary about that. "You don't understand." Cas took a couple steps forward until he was right in Dean's face, totally invading his personal space. "That child would have grown up to be far worse than Sam was ever thought to be. That child's future was dark and-"

No. Even though I had never wanted children, I refused to believe that if I ever became a mother I would be so horrible a parent that my child would grow up to be worse that Sam Winchester. "We could have changed-"

Castiel spat, "You cannot change what was already written." Bullshit. But I didn't say anything.

Dean scoffed. "So what, my kid was going to go dark side just like Sammy?" He paused before shaking his head in denial. "No. No-"

Castiel glared at Dean one more time before backing away. "Your child was to be a boy. Elijah Bobby-John Winchester." Dean flinched at John. Castiel ignored it. "He would grow up to bring about the second Armageddon. One that wouldn't be stopped."

Dean stuttered, "We could-"

Cas deadpanned, "You are dead. Along with Kate."

I shivered. "Is-is that because of-" is that because of my child? Cas nodded slightly and I let out a shaky breath.

Dean ran a hand over his face. "So does that mean I can never have a family? That all my kids are gonna turn out like..." He was giving Cas the sad eyes and Cas suddenly couldn't meet them. I almost cried. Almost. That was the answer Dean needed. He chuckled bitterly before standing up and walking out the front door, slamming it behind him.

As soon as we heard the familiar sound of a '67 Impala leaving the Autoshop I hesitantly rested my hands on my flat belly. "Was that true?" There was a couple seconds of silence before I looked over and...Castiel was gone.

A/N: I love Castiel I really do but for the next two or three chapters there will be some angel hating. I also realize the summary for this story sucks and I'm extremely sorry I just am horrible at writing summarizing stories.