Dean and Sam had been talking for 15 minutes, but hadn't come up with any ideas about what to do. They heard footfalls on the stairs, and the next minute there was a knock at the door. Bobby walked in after Dean called for him to come in.

"Bobby, I know I keep saying this, but what is going on?" Dean asked.

"The simple version is you're going to be a father, Dean." Bobby answered.

"What's the longer version?"

"Well," Bobby began, "All I know is Cas showed up with some cryptic message about how the Winchester line was never supposed to die out and that this woman, this Sara, was going to have a baby."

"She cannot have this baby," Dean stressed.

"Dean's right, Bobby, Sara and her child will have a target on their back all their lives. How is anyone supposed to live like that?" Sam was concerned Dean was about to punch a wall – he was pacing, a clear sign he was keyed up.

"Near as I can figure, no one has much choice in this." Bobby looked at the floor; he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"Why can't Cas take care of this, 'zap' her someplace safe?" Dean asked.

"Asked the same thing myself. Cas said that his powers weren't what they once were." Bobby paused. "Used to be he could zap anyone anywhere, do some healing, and the human he touched was fine. But now….well, now he's a goddamed nuclear reactor. He uses his powers on someone, there's a good chance he seriously hurts them. You should have seen him at the apartment. Castiel had put Sara to sleep after she got hysterical – happened before I got there. He kept checking her to make sure he hadn't killed her or the baby, and – get this – she didn't wake up for over twelve hours. I'm telling you boys, you do not want Cas working any of his mojo on anyone right now."

"What about the other angels? Cas isn't the only game in town." Again, this was Sam trying to take a level-headed approach.

"Cas doesn't trust his legion. I don't know if he's paranoid, or if he has real reason to worry. I suspect it's a bit of both. I mean, think about it, we don't see or hear of Cas for two months, then he shows up out of the blue to handle this issue himself? Something tells me that paradise ain't like paradise for him right now." Bobby walked over to the window to see if he could see the angels who were keeping guard. He couldn't. He imagined that they were invisible to him. "And Cas left all these rules he wanted followed too. Like Sara can't leave the house- Cas insists it's the safest place for her. She's not even supposed to go outside."

"Are you kidding me? She's a prisoner in here?" Dean practically yelled this question.

Bobby shrugged. "I guess. Cas seems to think that demons have gotten word about your impending bundle of joy – and I think we can all guess what they're going want to do to her."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand, a headache was coming on. "And with Crowley and his doctor having already paid a visit, she's not in a condition to go anywhere anyway." Dean lowered his voice, "Bobby, what am I supposed to do here?"

Bobby knew Dean was struggling, but he didn't have any easy answers for him. He shrugged, "Not much you can do. Make her comfortable and start picking out boy's names I guess."

Sam looked at Dean and sighed heavily, "Great."

"Well, I tell you one thing," Dean looked at Sam and Bobby to make sure they were listening, "Crowley's signed his own death warrant. I mean it, killing him is next on my list. Him and that Uphir."

"It ain't going to be easy." Bobby warned.

"When is it easy? And I don't care." Dean said. "However, his last mistake was laying a hand on Sara. Did you see her chest Bobby?"

"Who do you think stitched her up?" Bobby half laughed.

That gave Dean pause. He raised her eyebrows at Bobby. Bobby held up his hands, "Don't give that look, son. It's not nothin' I haven't seen before."

This made Sam laugh a little bit. He returned to his unpacking- he knew the next task for them all was how to figure out kill the King of Hell.

Dean took a shower while Sam and Bobby went downstairs to read up on more lore about Gods, and what could possibly kill them. He expected them to be discussing it when he got downstairs, but it was quiet. Very quiet. He walked into the den to see Bobby and Sam reading. "What? Are we in a library?" Dean wondered aloud.

Sam put his fingers to his lips, "Shhhhh!" He tilted his head to the couch behind him where Sara lay sleeping. "Bobby and I figured she needed her rest."

Dean lowered his voice to a whisper "Yeah, you're probably right."

He picked her up gently and carried her up the stairs. He laid her down on the bed and covered her up. He stood there for second and looked at Sara. He remembered the dimple in her chin when she smirked, and her habit of holding her hair up with pencils. His gaze fell to her stomach. He forced himself not to think about the child she was carrying. He turned on his heel and left, closing the door softly behind him.

Dean returned downstairs. He grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch Sara had been sleeping on five minutes before. Dean looked at Bobby. "How do you feel about this new houseguest, Bobby?"

Bobby didn't look up from the text he was studying. "Hey, not my 'bloodline' that needs to continue."

Sam spoke up. "Dean, I think you need to accept the fact that you're about to be a father."

"Thank you, Sam. As always, your talent for stating the obvious is a welcome addition to the conversation." This brought a sigh from Sam. "I don't like feeling that I don't have a choice, is all. And with Cas, the man doesn't know the meaning of choice A or B. He always thinks he knows what the right things is, no matter whose life it ruins."

Bobby looked up. "And that's what your life is now, ruined?"

Dean didn't answer.

Sam tried to change the subject. "We are still striking out on the whole 'How to Kill a God'. But, we do have some progress on our friend Crowley."

Dean needed good news. "Please let it be good news."

Bobby decided to let him know what he had found. "Good news for us. Bad news for Crowley. Crowley's position as 'King of Hell' isn't all that solid. Apparently there is a lot of demon chatter on who should take over for him. So maybe if they think he can be replaced, there's a way to knock him out of the scene."

"Then that brings another problem, who replaces him?" Sam questioned.

"I don't give a damn who replaces that son of a bitch. You saw what he did to Sara. According to Cas, she is going to keep suffering." Dean bit out. "Crowley goes. So let's find out how the demons intend to take him out and do the job for him."

Sam heard the emotion in Dean's voice and looked at Bobby. Bobby raised his eyebrows and glanced back at Sam. Dean saw the exchange and knew there was more coming. "What. Just spit it out you two, I'm tired and this has been a shitty day."

Once Bobby decided to be the bearer of bad news. "Has anyone told Sara she's not leaving?"

Dean looked at the two of them; he then raised his eye upwards as if heaven would decide to help. No help was forthcoming. "That's a problem for tomorrow." Dean headed upstairs.

Maybe tomorrow would bring the answer he needed.

Sara woke up, and instantly thought 'South Dakota: Day Two'. Then she laughed for a second, "Don't mind me, just narrating my life." Sara got up and quickly dressed, well, as quickly she could with her injury. She had slept like the dead last night. Her chest felt bruised and battered, and a heaviness had settled in her stomach, but otherwise she felt fine. Well, she was hungry - she decided she needed food.

Sara opened the door to the hallway – she hadn't heard anyone moving about yet. She guessed it was still early. Too many years of trying to beat the Chicago masses to the train had trained her internal alarm clock to be up and ready to go before eight. She considered it annoying on weekends, but a lifesaver during the morning commute.

The kitchen was in the same state as last night, that is to say not much to find in way of food. However, there was some cereal and the milk looked fairly fresh. There wasn't any fruit to be found, more proof that a trip to the grocery store had to be in the future. But, of course, that brought up a whole set of questions; and that made her think she needed some fresh air. Her dad used to say 'A good walk is always the cure for a jumbled mind.' It was June in South Dakota, mornings were cool and perfect for a short stroll. Not the city she was used to, but it would do for now.

Sara stepped onto the porch and decided which way she wanted to go. She didn't want to head towards the main road, which left a stroll around the scrap yard. She headed off and was almost instantly lost in thought. There were a few facts that couldn't deny. First, there were dangerous things out there that she never knew about. Creatures, ghosts, spirits to name a few, and not only were these things scary – they could hurt you. This was something she would need time to wrap her around, so she shifted that fact off to the side to deal with later. Second major fact- there were people out there who hunted these things. It was a profession unlike any other, and Dean, Sam, and Bobby were all current practitioners. Also, this job was dangerous…very dangerous. This fact was a little easier to wrap her head around. Which didn't make any sense, but she was sorting facts not connecting dots, not yet anyway.

Sara walked a little further down the path. All around flattened rusted cars were stacked three or four high. It was akin to a car graveyard, and just as spooky as a regular graveyard. Of course, everything at the moment had her a little spooked. She heard creaking somewhere among the metal. The sound caused her to pause for a moment and look around. Maybe one of the guys was outside now. She didn't hear anything for moment, and started to move again.

Fact three- she was going to have a child. Even if the guy in a trench coat hadn't told her she 'had to have' the child, she would have had it anyway. She didn't feel pregnant, and Lord only knew how she was going to raise to a child in Chicago, but she would do it. Which brought her squarely to fact four – Dean. Dean didn't seem very excited about the prospect of having a child, and Sara couldn't blame him, He didn't sign on for the long haul, she had never deluded herself into thinking their brief fling was more than that – a 'fling'. Therefore, today she would let him know that she didn't expect anything from him. It was scary thinking about having a child with no one to help, but she had friends; and, who knew, maybe one day she would meet someone who would love her and her child.

Sara leaned up against an old grey Ford Taurus that was sitting by itself. The car was in pristine condition, if you could discount the fact that most of the front end was a tangled mess of metal. She tried not to think about the circumstances that caused the car to get in that condition. In her mind, she tied those four facts together and tried to come up with a next step. Castiel said they couldn't 'fix' what Crowley did to her for a couple of months, that meant it was time to get back to Chicago and try to live life as normally as possible until then. The way Castiel spoke indicated that Crowley wouldn't come looking for her anytime soon. She needed to get on with her life.

There was that sound again, that metallic creak. Surely that meant someone was out here with her. She was about to call out when her body declared war on her. Nausea rose up in such great waves that her knees buckled. She gripped the edge of the car to stand upright. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach; she knew the cereal wouldn't be staying down. Sara crouched down beside the car and puked up her breakfast. Great, she thought, even my vomit is black now. What did that mean for her child? What was this….this poison doing to her insides? She didn't dwell on it for long, her stomach continued to revolt. She broke out in cold sweat and the edges of her vision began to darken.

"I'll be dammed if I'm going to faint on some dirt road." Sara tried to get up as far as could and pulled at the back door of the Taurus. It was locked. She tried the front door, all the while opening her mouth to get as much air in possible. She figured that would her stave off the blackness. The front driver door opened easily and Sara nearly puked again when she saw the blood on the driver's seat. "Guess I know how the car got this way, now. Whoever you are, I hope you survived." One thing was for sure she wasn't sitting in that; she looked for the automatic lock that would open all the doors. Once she found it she closed the driver's door and tried the back door again. It opened easily. A quick glance told her it was free of debris and, more importantly, bodily fluids. She lay down quickly, briefly reminded of the road trips she took with her dad where she would spend the night sleeping the backseat. She closed the back door a little, she wanted to make sure air could get in, and laid her head down. Finally, finally blackness took her under.