Caleb-"Never thought I would be using this on a guy. Not to mention John Winchester's kid."

Caleb mumbled to himself while he pulled a small handheld machine out of his black bag and sat it on top of the unconscious Dean's chest. He returned his hand to the contest of his bag and rummaged for what he wanted.

Sam-"What's that?"

Sam questioned, nodding to the device Caleb sat on his brother's chest.

Caleb-"Ultrasound machine I swiped from a doc back in Vegas after he put back in my guts from a werewolf attack."

Sam-"Then why'd you take his equipment?"

Caleb-"Son of a bitch proceeded to charge me a bill. 12,000 dollar surgery, 12,000 dollar piece of equipment. I'd call us even."

Caleb said and Sam frowned at the hunter's logic. He moved to ask how Caleb justified stealing when he pulled out a large steel syringe with a long needle on the end.

Sam-"Let me guess. That's stolen too?"

Caleb looked at the device containing the protruding needle.

Caleb-"No, this is mine. You'd be surprised of everything you can tell from amniotic fluid. It's very good at figuring out exactly what species you're dealing with, that way you know what you're up against before the little critter finds its way into the world."

He sat the device down on the coffee table he was sitting on and picked up the bottle of Jack. Caleb took a heavy swig, grimacing as the invigorating burn traveled down the back of his throat and tilted the bottle in Sam's direction.

Sam-"Dean doesn't have a uterus."

Sam paused and took the bottle being offered by Caleb.

Sam-"So how do you expect to get a sample of amniotic fluid?"

He asked and tilted the bottle back to his dry lips.

Caleb-"One thing at a time kiddo…"

Caleb responded and raised his brow at Sam who sputtered into a violent cough from drinking the alcohol too quickly. He motioned for the bottle back before Sam had another chance to take a redeeming drink.

Caleb-"Lets take a look at the little bastard first."

Caleb said and pulled back Dean's shirt to revel his stomach. He let out a low whistle and gave a shake of his head.

Sam-"What's wrong?"

Caleb-"Just judging from size he's too far along to safely kill off this thing without causing some serious damage to your brother."

Sam-"So are you saying he's going to birth this thing?"

Caleb shuddered, a protective hand going to his own groin.

Caleb-"You Winchesters and your horrible suggestions."

He said and turned on the machine sitting on Dean's chest. Caleb removed a small probe from the side of the machine and inspected it with a puzzled expression.

Sam-"You do know how to use that right?"

Sam asked with a light laugh.

Caleb-"Shouldn't be much harder than playing Nintendo except when it comes to that game involving the frog. I can never make it across the street without getting hit by that fast moving car."

Caleb whispered more to himself then to Sam and went to move the probe onto Dean's skin when he realized he hadn't used anything to clean the surface.

Caleb-"Rag Sam."

Sam-"No I'm not."

Sam defended quickly, used to his brother's name calling and Caleb's face fell.

Caleb-"I need a rag boy; ya know a towel, some cloth, a wipe, some toilet paper even. I didn't call you a name you idgit."

Sam-"Oh."

He said quickly and retreated into the kitchen before returning with a hand towel. Caleb pored enough Jack onto the towel to dampen it before cleaning Dean's lower stomach and wiping off the residue. He pressed the white probe onto Dean's tight skin and smacked the screen on the monitor to get the picture to appear.

Caleb-"Ahh, well your brother has a great looking grey blob."

Caleb spoke and Sam's brows furrowed while he stepped closer to the screen to get a better look.

Caleb-"I think we should name it Blobby if it's a guy, or Blobbett for a girl."

Sam-"Caleb I think that's his liver."

Caleb paused, squinting at the shape.

Caleb-"Oh right. Yeah like I said, looks good."

Sam chuckled and followed the probe as Caleb moved it lower and towards Dean's belly button.

Caleb-"Small intestine, larger intestine, ah here we go."

Caleb whispered out loud and came to a stop when a small white image filled the screen.

Sam-"Is that?"

Caleb-"That's what I'd call a fetus college boy."

He responded and pushed down harder on Dean's protruding stomach to make the image clearer.

Caleb-"Ten fingers, ten toes, huge head. From the growth I'd say your brother is about 20 weeks. Give or take a few…"

Sam bridled before pinching the bridge of his nose. That's five months. How could Dean have let something that's possibly evil grow inside of him for five months? Was his brother even capable of rational thinking anymore? It didn't seem like it.

Sam-"This just doesn't make any sense."

Caleb looked up from the screen sitting on Dean's chest.

Caleb-"Didn't know I said something confusing."

Sam-"No it's not you it's this; this whole situation doesn't make any sense. After that botched crossroads hunt…"

Sam paused as the realization of a possible crossroads deal snaked through his mind.

Sam-"Can crossroads demons create human life?"

Sam questioned and walked over to the coffee table where Caleb's equipment was spread. He moved some of the contents aside and sat down on the corner.

Caleb-"I suppose so."

The elder hunter responded and removed the probe from Dean's stomach.

Caleb-"I mean they bring loved ones back from the dead all the time."

Caleb spoke and shoved the ultrasound machine into the depths of his black bag.

Sam-"But can they create something from complete nothing? Maybe Dean made a deal for him…"

Caleb-"Her."

He corrected.

Sam-"Okay so maybe Dean made a deal for her, but there's no way a crossroads demon creates something for nothing. Wait, did you say her?"

Caleb nodded.

Caleb-"He's got a completely normal looking female Winchester in the oven."

Sam brought his hands to his face and sighed into them, his shoulders falling with the sigh of relief. Maybe the angel was wrong. Maybe this was a completely normal child without risk to humanity.

Caleb-"But there's only one way to be sure."

Caleb said and picked up the syringe off the coffee table. He gripped the steel end firmly in his palm and turned back towards Dean to insert the needle into his stomach when he found Dean was awake and staring at him. The hazel eyes Caleb knew the Winchester to have were clouded over and before Caleb could react Dean grabbed him by the throat and began to squeeze. He forced Caleb backwards and down onto the coffee table, smashing his face into the hard oak.

Sam-"Dean!"

Sam yelled, jumping to his feet from his position on the coffee table and running at his brother. Dean flicked his free hand sideways and an invisible force threw Sam backwards and into the bookshelf behind him. Sam let out a yelp of pain and swatted away the falling books as his eyes landed on Caleb's desperate expression for help before his body was engulfed in flames.