AN: So… Any guesses as to who the baby daddy is? Best guess gets an appearance. You've got three days to submit your guesses in reviews. READY? SET? GO!

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Dean's mouth fell open and it took him a moment to shut his mouth. "You mean Alistair isn't the father?" Cas shook his head "No, Alistair is not the father of Hannah's unborn child" For an angel that guy sure gets to the point. Dean looked stunned "That's good news, I don't think Hannah wanted a little Alistair running around. If he's not the dad then who is?" Cas got a thoughtful look on his face and shook his head. Dean stood up and headed for Hannah's library, a place he honestly had never been in her house. And he never thought he'd end up needing to do research, that was Sam's job. Castiel followed him, hovering right beside him as Dean walked to the library. Dean stopped and faced Cas "Man. I thought we talked about this. Personal space" he complained before continuing to the library. "Alright, can you at least tell me who you think the father is?" Dean looked around and found that Cas had disappeared, "Typical" Dean sighed. Natalie had come home a half hour earlier and gone straight to her room, and hadn't reappeared since. Hannah and Sam had been gone just over an hour and Tom had taken Sid out for pizza. Dean began to wonder what Sam and Hannah were doing, when they left they'd been dressed up in weird outfits, laughing and dancing around while they waited for the cab to pick them up. Neither were being the driver for the night, they'd said they were going out for a few drinks after the movie, of course, the most Hannah would be drinking was juice.

Sam and I sat in the small cinema with a few dozen other dressed up fans, we'd both seen the movie before but somehow, seeing it in an old cinema at one in the morning singing along to the movie was more fun. After the movie we headed out into the cold windy street and began to walk down the street when a familiar voice called out "Hey!" We both turned around and I squealed "Sheryl?". Sheryl was thin, medium height with long brown hair that flowed down to her lower back, she wore a black CKY top and black leather jacket, black jeans and black leather knee high boots. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, only eyeliner and mascara and occasionally lipstick. Tonight she wore all three. I used to dress like that, until I became a mother and had to wear clothes that were comfortable for my long work hours. She ran down the street and almost knocked me over with her crushing hug, this is the girl who once drank a whole bottle of vodka on her birthday and ate the entire birthday cake, resulting in a full on sugar rush and drunken mishaps. Let's just say she woke up in a cell at the police station wearing nothing but a potato sack. Yeah, I don't know where she found the sack either.

"Hun, where've you been, haven't seen you in months. Where are you headed?" Her light voice sounded calm and relaxing compared to the two-hour sing along we'd just been a part of. "We were headed to a bar" I answered, Sheryl's face lit up "Wanna come with me to Club Flamingo?" Sam and I exchanged a glance, "What the hell, why not?" When Sam, Sheryl and I stumbled into the manor a little after four. The only sober one, Me, had to help Sam and Sheryl upstairs and get them into their rooms. Once that was over, I headed to my own room and crawled into bed. When Dean awoke that morning, he went straight to my room to tell me what Cas had told him. When he pushed the door open he found me curled up in bed & surrounded by pillows. When Dean sat down beside me on the bed "Hannah wake up"I rolled over and stretched out abit. "Hannah…" Dean whispered again. I sleepily swung her arm out and smacked him in the face with my arm, Dean winced and held a hand against his face. I woke to Dean muttering about how hard I hit and holding his face, I sat up and rubbed my eyes "Dean what are you doing in my room?" Dean looked over at me and grinned sheepishly "I came to ask you who the strange girl in the kitchen is" I thought for a moment and remembered what happened last night/this morning "Oh that's just Sheryl, an old friend of mine. She was too drunk to go home to an empty house so I told her to stay here while she sobers up". I got up and headed into my bathroom and began to wipe my smudged makeup off. Dean leant against the bathroom doorway "You're acting weird, what's happened?" I laughed a little and applied a fresh coat of mascara "Nothing happened, not to me anyway. You're the one who got lucky with my sister" I answered angrily and pushed past him into my bedroom to find some fresh clothes.

"Did I do something wrong?" Dean asked, I didn't face him and opened the doors to my wardrobe "What did you and my sister do yesterday, she was in your room when I knocked on your door. She answered the door in her robe". Dean scratched the back of his head while he thought of what had happened yesterday. Natalie had come into his room… "Your sister tried to seduce me, I got out of the shower and she was on my bed in her robe. I kicked her out of my room and she went out to go shopping, haven't spoken to her since, to be honest she's kinda scary. I mean, she was full on" Dean shuddered when he thought of Natalie trying to rip his clothes off "She ripped my favorite t-shirt" He pouted when he thought of his torn ACDC top. I frowned "Well what about that kiss?" Dean flopped down on my bed and sighed "I don't know, spur of the moment thing I guess. I don't know what you want me to say" I stalked into my closet and closed the doors, getting changed in the closet once I found the light switch. "Where do we go from here?" I asked through the closed doors, "I don't know, I mean, if you want a relationship, okay. But I don't do relationships. I do short meaningless flings" Dean heard a thump from inside the closet, I had fallen over trying to pull on a pair of jeans and now they didn't fit. Being pregnant does that to you. Once I found a long light summer dress I pulled it on and adjusted it. "Yeah, well I don't do flings. I think we should just pretend this never happened, Deal?" I came out and stood in front of the bed. Dean sat up and stared. My long dark purple floral summer dress clung to my chest and flowed out slightly from the rest of my body, making my bump less noticeable. I adjusted the spaghetti straps on my dress and glanced at Dean "So we forget about this?" Dean stood up and shook his head, pulling me into his arms and kissing me again.

I pulled back for air and tried to slow my heartbeat, if it went any faster I'd be collapsing at any moment. "You" I panted "Have to stop doing that" Dean smiled that cocky grin of his "What, Kiss you?" I shook my head "Surprising me, you'll give me a heart attack" "Sorry" He smirked. I shook my head, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "That's it. No more kissing, I don't do flings" I warned him before leaving the room. When I got to the kitchen, Sam was there, looking about as dead as I felt. A late night probably wasn't such a great idea. I spent the night drinking orange juice and stopping Sam stripping in the park on our walk around town. Sheryl sat slumped at her stool at the breakfast bar "Morning sunshines" I giggled, Sheryl flipped me the bird and groaned "It should be illegal to be that happy" She grumbled. I laughed and starting to make pancake mix. Sam smiled and even though he was usually so clumsy, today he seemed to be double as clumsy as normal. Sheryl and I tried not to giggle when he banged his head on an open cupboard door. Poor guy seemed like a zombie. After a hearty breakfast of pancakes I went into Sid's room and played with her and read to her for a few hours. I felt like I barely saw her anymore. I knocked on Natalie's bedroom door and grinned when she answered "How was your night?" She asked, though she looked mad "It was great. Sam is hilarious when he's plastered" Natalie shrugged and grabbed me by the hand, dragging me into her room.

"Did you want to have a talk?" I asked, confused. My sister shook her head and I tried not to scream as her eyes turned completely black. "We're going to do more than talk. And it'll be painful, what I have planned" My possessed sister promised. I eyed the door as my demon controlled sister smirked "Don't even think about it" She warned with a sneer, Natalie folded her arms and stalked closer to me, where I had backed myself up against the window. "Natalie, if you're in there, you don't have to this" I tried to reason with my sister, hoping and praying she was somewhere in there. "Please Nattie, Don't do this" For a moment I saw a flicker of my sister in her now normal colored eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

"Nobody will come looking for you for a while, they'll all think you're with your precious sister. If only you knew, she hasn't been herself for a few years now, I've been stuck in this damn meatsuit for three years while we waited for this whole plan to get started" I was now flat against the wall "I…I don't understand. What plan?" 'Natalie' tapped her nose and grinned, "Oh, that's right, nobody ever told you who you were" I started to hyperventilate as she stepped closer "What are you talking about?" The demon threw her head back and laughed wildly "Oh this is just too good to be true! A demon gets to be the person to tell the famous Hannah Lovart who she really is!" The demon facing me cackled again and clapped her hands together. "Well, I suppose you ought to know before I cut that child from your body" 'Natalie' said casually, my mind began racing a million miles an hour trying to think of a way to escape.

"Let's just say you're from a very old and very powerful bloodline. One of the best" She smiled "I can't believe I will be the one to take the Prophesized Child to Lucifer himself. I'll be rewarded greatly" I shook my head "Like hell you're taking my son!" I picked up the lamp from the bedside table next to me and threw it at my possessed sister, who ducked easily and watched as it shattered against the wall. That ought to get Sam and Dean running up here, I hoped to myself. "You'd really try and hurt your own sister?" Natalie's black eyes returned to normal and her voice returned to the soft voice of my sister. "Would you really hurt me?" She whimpered. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; I was about to seriously regret my next actions. "You're not my sister" For a pregnant woman, I felt incredibly strong, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I launched at 'Natalie' and knocked her against the bed, punching her and holding her down. From what I've seen of demons in Hell, they were strong and the demon lay there taking my beatings, not fighting me back. A moment later the bedroom door came flying off it's hinges and flew halfway across the room, Sam and Dean ran into the room and watched the scene. For a second they didn't react, probably thinking I had gone crazy and attacked my sister. Until they looked at her and saw her pure black eyes.

Dean pulled me off my sister and Sam dragged her to the hallway and yanked the rug back, where he and Dean had drawn a Devil's Trap. For a second I was pissed at what they'd done to the floor but when Sam shoved my sister onto the symbol I realized it was keeping her from escaping. Screw the floor if it stopped the demon then go for it. "Who sent you to possess Natalie?" Sam asked. The demon smirked and it was the same smirk I had seen my sister wear years ago. It made me want to punch it off her/the demon's face. "Lucifer. I am on a mission from Lucifer himself. He trusts me, and he knew I was willing to prove myself" Natalie flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at her nails with disinterest. "What did you mean about my bloodline? What bloodline?" The demon smiled but didn't speak. I grabbed the container of salt from Dean and grabbed Natalie, careful not to step over the symbol, I reached in and tipped the salt down her throat, even in the face of death or pain the demon did not struggle against me, and began to choke and cough as the salt slid down her throat.

"Tell me!" I screamed, stepping back and watching her with my own proud smirk. "You…your family… someone with blood like yours had to go to hell, so we waited for someone of your bloodline to make a crossroads deal and when you did we pounced, dragged you to Hell and had our fun with you, we needed you in Hell before they got you" She sat down on the symbol and shrugged "They who?" Sam asked "The angels of course, if they knew we were after you, they'd have grabbed you before we could. But after you were in Hell for thirty years we realized you were pregnant and that's when the angels sought war on Hell, they came by the thousands, fighting and killing my brothers and sisters and all for you!" I sat on the floor, unable to comprehend "They wanted you because of the child you carry, It will be so powerful, such a big weapon. It'll be a great victory for Lucifer if he has the child. You see…" She glanced at me and shot me a beaming smile "You carry a holy son".

If I hadn't been sitting on the floor I'm sure I would have fallen over and not gotten up. "A holy son? What the hell does that mean?" Dean snarled at her "It means Dean Winchester, That there have been many half-breeds that have walked this earth. Cambions; half human and half demon, half shape shifter and half humans, half wolf and half humans. But Hannah…" She smiled back at me again, it sent chills down my spine "Well, there've been many half-breeds, but there has only ever been one other like her son and you've all heard of him" I frowned "is my son a incubi or something?" Natalie giggled "No you idiotic human, the one other like your son is in the most famous book of all time. The bible" She looked at all three of us and then back at me and sighed "Your son is the next Jesus".

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