Eyes opening slowly, Lizzy blinks. She can smell something sweet, so sweet it makes her slightly sick, and the air around her is dusty and cold. It's dark and she can barely make out much. She knows she's lying down on her side, what she's on being quite basic with rough material and no support, and the place echoes even with her movements, making her think the space is very big.

Uh. What the hell happened?

Her hands come up slowly as she wakes and brushes away the hair in her face. She looks around, her focus returning after a few seconds of lifting her lids, and she sees the room become clearer and clearer even in the lack of light.

It's a warehouse.

The place is huge, she can tell that much, and old. Sturdy but still seen a few years.

As she looks around and evaluates the place, quickly seeing how screwed she might be in this one, a sudden painful sensation hits her right in her lower back and middle.

"Oh," Lizzy groans out as her hands press to her pregnant stomach when she feels a tightening low in her stomach. "Oh, shit. No." The pain, it's all kinds of wrong. It isn't too harsh, nothing she can't handle, but it unnerves her terribly. Why would she be feeling this? Is this a contraction? It can't be a contraction. It's too early. She's just under two months away from this happening for real.

After about a half minute the pain fades away and it's as if it never happened. Lizzy sits up, shifting slowly and her head spinning a little with the level change. When she brings her hands to either side of her head she hears the clanging of metal and a weight on her wrist. The fuck is happening here?

And the side of her stomach still hurts. Lifting her shirt she can just make out the dark bruising there, her skin tender when she touches it.

"This is so not good," she worries aloud, fear creeping into her heart with the threat on her son's life.

A bright light floods the room without warning and she slams her eyes shut, shielding them from the assault.

"You're up," a female voice states from not too far away.

After a few seconds Lizzy forces herself to look at the root of the voice. As the blinding light becomes more manageable, she sees a woman standing there, medium height with dark hair and big bright eyes.

"Where the fuck am I?" Lizzy wonders, looking at her wrist and seeing a metal cuff around it. She tugs a few times and the chain attached to it pulls tight. She's bound to the field cot she's woken up on and, looking down, she sees the metal cot legs are bolted to the cement floor. Awesome.

"Didn't want you going anywhere there, sweetie," the woman tells her.

"Clearly. You know, I'm not gonna fight you," Lizzy lets her know, hoping for any kind of mercy she can get from what she's sure is a demon. "You can relax."

"Compliance from Lizzy Winchester?" the woman that Lizzy assumes is a demon says to her. "I was told you'd be a handful… not a wet blanket."

"Yeah, well, I'm not just me anymore," she explains with an edge.

"Right. You have to keep that child of yours safe."

"Hey, you're quick," Lizzy says in a joking tone.

"I don't plan to harm you or that baby," she tells Lizzy and it makes her shoot the demon a very confused look. "You're not what I'm after."

"And since when has that ever stopped your kind?" Lizzy wonders, having seen demons burn through people just for kicks. They do what they want when they want and they do love blood on their hands.

"Since you're the best bargaining chip there is," the woman grins.

Shit.

"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your phone," the demon adds in, pacing the floor while staring Lizzy down. "Dean's thoroughly freaking out, as was expected. He generally keeps his act together better than this but with you… not so much."

"Oh no," Lizzy grumbles to herself and lowers her head in her hands, knowing where this was going.

"He didn't like my offer to get you back to him."

"He's not gonna give up his brother for anyone… not even me."

"Not even his son to be?"

"No," Lizzy answers, knowing it's true. "Dean can't make that decision. And he would never, ever give up Sam. Doesn't matter who you have. You should have done a little more research on the guy before putting him in this situation. You're not gonna like how this ends because I can guarantee it won't be your way."

The demon pauses her walking and looks right at Lizzy. "We'll have to just wait and see then."

"Fine, whatever," Lizzy shrugs with a new level of hopelessness setting in. Dean truly can't make this decision. He won't be able to. "That chloroform you knocked me out with is making me feel like shit, not to mention what it might have done to my son. You mind turning off the lights, bitch? My head hurts."

The demon smiles at her wide. "Sure." She snaps her fingers and the bright light coming from the high ceiling of the warehouse goes out. "You seem worried."

"It hasn't been a good day."

"Well you should relax a bit, mom," the demon says in a patronizingly warning way. "Between the chemical KO and the stress it can't be good for your baby."

Lizzy keeps quiet.

"Take a nap or something, huh?"

As the footsteps can be heard heading away from her, Lizzy drops her head in her hands. She needs to get out of here. Her unborn son's life might depend on it since, and she might be wrong as she's never felt one before, the pain she experienced when she woke up was most likely a contraction. With the extreme stress of the situation she wouldn't be surprised. This is insane. But it scares her more than anything else could. If it were just her waiting to be saved she could handle it. This, her son on the line, she can't.

As a panic attack starts to settle into her mind, the cold sweat over her skin and her heart racing, she starts the mantra Dean always taught her when an attack started.

Make the panic your bitch. Make the panic your bitch. Make the panic your bitch.

She breathes deep and tries to calm herself, all the while her husband's voice runs through her mind and trying to figure out her next step.

"Dean?"

The hunter looks up from the pavement below his feet outside the hospital to meet small hazel eyes filled with worry. After that phone call Dean's at a real loss.

"Don't cry, Dean," Sammy says, the emotion not one that he's used to seeing on his big brother. He leans out away from Bobby to let him know he wants to get down. Bobby lowers him to the blacktop of the hospital bay and Sammy runs the few feet over to Dean, his arms clamping around the man's legs. He looks straight up at Dean with tears of his own. He doesn't know how to deal with Dean being this way and the emotion he sees is now the emotion he feels.

Without a word Dean picks up his small five year old brother and pulls him in tight. He needed that, he'll never-fucking-ever admit it but he needed that. No matter his age Sam means comfort and stability and this moment he was lacking in both completely.

In the middle of the hug Sammy's body goes ridged in Dean's arms.

"Shit," Sam says in his ear and pulls away. "What happened!?" he asks when he sees the state Dean's in.

"Sam?"

"Dean!?" Sam starts to panic when he returns to his adult self, "Where is she?"

"They took her. Cass isn't answering… I don't know where she is…"

"Damn it," Sam says sharply. "Put me down."

Dean listens and Sam starts to walk around a bit, hands on his hips as always while thinking.

"Dean, I thought they wanted me," Sam points out, having missed a good chunk of what just happened.

"They do," Dean lets the truth go.

"Then why am I here and she's gone!?"

"They couldn't get you before I found you and now they want to trade. You for Lizzy."

"Then that's what we'll do," Sam concludes as if it's the most obvious answer. No big deal.

"No! Sam, you are not…"

"Shut up a minute and listen," Sam strongly says, trying to sound more convincing than his young voice can be. "Lizzy's damn near ready to have your son. She can't be in this kind of a situation and God knows what a bunch of demons are gonna do to her and that baby if they don't get what they want. That's not a risk I'm willing to take when all they want is me."

"That's suicide," Bobby pipes in, letting Sam know he's being insane.

"If they wanted me dead then I'd be dead already," Sam keeps fighting back. "They clearly want me for something. What I don't know but it's something. We need to give them what they want so they'll give Lizzy back. After that you guys can come and get me. Lizzy's safety comes first here, you have to know I'm right on this one."

"You'll be a freakin' kid permanently by the time we try to get you back, Sam," Dean fights back. "I'm not handing them my five year old brother!"

"What choice do you have!?" Sam keeps going.

"I'm not choosing between my brother and my wife! I can't do that!"

"I know you can't," Sam says calmly, his face relaxed with his decision. "So I'm choosing for you."

Dean and Sam just stare at each other for a second to let the idea of what Sam wants to do settle in.

"This is a terrible plan," Dean tells his brother while shaking his head.

"Have we ever had a good one?" Sam near scoffs at the idea.

Dean washes a hand down his face, hating every ounce of this shitty plan. "Where the fuck is Cass?"

"Not answering so this is what you've got," Sam reminds him of his reality.

"Dean?" Bobby calls out to him and the man looks. "I hate to say this but I think Sam's making some sense. We hand him over and we get Lizzy somewhere safe. Then we can head back in and get Sam out of there."

Dean shakes his head no despite knowing he's losing the fight right now.

"How do we let them know we're in?" Sam asks.

Dean takes out his phone and looks at it in the palm of his hand. "They have her phone. I just have to call it."

"Dean," Sam starts, looking at him with all the determination in the world. "Call them."

"I can't do this, Sammy," Dean tells him quietly, his voice shaky with the idea of handing his best friend, his blood, over to evil like this. But what can he do? This is what Sam wants, he said so himself.

"You have no choice," Sam tells him and points to the phone. "Call."

They took her phone, her rosaries, her holy water, her favorite gun, the folding knife in her boot, her keys, everything. Lizzy was sure to give herself the once over and all she still had on her was her clothing, her wedding rings, and her watch.

The watch is pretty key right now, however. She knows she's been in this warehouse for about an hour since she woke up. She also knows that the second time she felt what she now assumes is a contraction was twelve minutes after the first one and it lasted twenty-two seconds. They keep coming every eleven or so minutes now. Not fucking good.

After stopping her last panic attack Lizzy's been diligent in keeping her breathing even and paced. No time for anxiety now. She has to find a way to get away from this.

Pleading with Castiel didn't work. Whatever he's doing right now it must be serious because he's never ignored her like this. He promised to be there for her, to protect her and her little Sammy, but he's nowhere. That unnerves her in a whole different way but she doesn't have time to think of that now.

She needs to get her son out of here.

"Ok, Sammy," Lizzy says, her hands on her stomach as she closes her eyes and tries to tap into him. She's been able to before and whatever is happening in there it needs to stop so it's worth a try. "Baby, I love you so, so much. More than anything else on this planet. But right now you're scaring the crap outta me. No more contractions. Just hang on and I'm gonna get you outta here, I promise. Just please, hang on."

When she feels him move a little she can only hope that it's in response.

"That's my good little boy," Lizzy nods, swallowing some of her fright down as she begins to think and plan.

It's then that her hand feels something at the bottom of her shirt. She pulls the fabric out a bit and when she looks she sees three bobby pins that she keeps clipped to her shirts sometimes so that she can pin her long bangs back if they bother her.

Bingo.

Pulling a bobby pin free, Lizzy bends it open and gets to work on the padlock securing her wrist. In no time flat the lock is open and her arm is free.

Dumb ass demons.

She stands up and looks around, there being two doors that look like viable options. One looks like it leads to the stairs heading for a second floor office space. The other seems more promising. She's banking on it being an exit out of the entire building.

Two long steps towards the door and the light turns on in the warehouse. Not missing a beat she rushes back onto the cot and locks the metal cuff back onto her wrist. She can always pick the lock again and it's better she doesn't look suspicious. Don't get hurt is the name of the game.

"Feeling better?"

Lizzy hears the same female voice as before as she walks towards her from the door she assumed led to office space. Good thing she didn't try and head up there just now.

"Not really," Lizzy says. "I'd feel better if I wasn't chained to this cot." She holds up her arm and the chain clanks.

"I'm sure you would," she says to her. "But you're a flight risk. You're staying right there."

Lizzy grits her teeth.

"I came down here to see if you wanted in on my next phone call." The demon holds out Lizzy's phone in her hand and grins. "I think you know the man I'm going to be talking to."

She stays quiet again. Unexpectedly the phone starts to ring, 'Immigrant Song' echoing in the large space.

"Speak of the little devil," the demon grins wider when Dean's name pops up on the caller ID. She answers it and puts the cell on speaker so Lizzy can hear it all. "Why, hello there, Dean."

"We're in."

Lizzy can see the shock clearly on the demon's face. She wasn't ready for this answer clearly.

"You're gonna trade with me?" the demon asks with confusion.

"Yes. You get Sam and I get Lizzy back."

"Dean! NO!" Lizzy shouts immediately. "You can't do that!"

"Shut up!" the demon demands, pointing at her and cutting off her voice. Lizzy tries to talk but nothing comes out.

"L!?" Dean's voice frantically asks over the phone. "You ok!? Lizzy!?"

"She's done talking but I assure you she's just fine. I told you she would be," the demon promises. "Now, let's talk trade."

"Where?"

"Route 122, north of Sioux Falls. About a half mile from 466th Ave there's a dirt road. Take it until you see an old warehouse. We'll do the tradeoff there."

"You better keep your word," Dean warns darkly, his voice lower than ever. "You screw me on this deal…"

"I'm not screwing anyone over here. As long as I get my boy you get yours back… along with the wife holding him. Promise."

"'Cause demons never lie, right?"

"I don't. Be here."

She ends the call and pockets the cell phone. She grins at Lizzy again as she waves her hand through the air. Lizzy speaks immediately.

"I won't let you do this!" she shouts immediately.

"You don't have a choice. Dean's already made it for you."

Lizzy shakes her head, disbelieving that Dean would hand his brother over to these dicks. He has to have a trick or two up his sleeve. He has to.

"Aw, calm down, Lizzy. It's fine. It'll all be fine."

The demon turns to leave but Lizzy's curiosity is just killing her enough to throw caution to the wind and get answers.

"Why?" Lizzy calls out to her and she turns to look at her with surprise that she'd ask. "Why did you do this to Sam? Why make him a kid and why do you need him so much?"

The demon's lips curl into an oddly beautiful yet slightly evil smile.

"I'm setting things right."

"How so?"

"Sam was…" Her eyes get dreamy thinking about it. "He was our savior. He was supposed lead us, be our guide when we take this world as ours. And then… he never came around. His morals were too… pure." She shudders in disgust.

"He's a good person," Lizzy reminds her. "What did you think was gonna happen? He was gonna let go of everything he's known as right and true and go dark side?"

"I did think that, especially once he discovered his powers and freed Lucifer. I was so certain, just like the rest of us, but we should have known better. Even if John did a real bang-up job as a single parent he did instill a lot of good that couldn't be turned, Dean also. Demon blood alone wasn't strong enough to top that. So… I decided to take a mulligan."

"A mulligan?" Lizzy pries with disbelief.

"Yes. A do-over. I'm going to raise Sammy right this time," she explains. "Azazel started something very beautiful with that precious child and I plan to finish it the correct way. I will be his mother, the mother he always deserved to have, and through me he will be set on the path he was destined for. Sam will be strong, decisive, and glorious. He will make us proud and lead us into the world we were meant to have, one of pain and deviousness… one of total darkness. Samuel Winchester will be our king and we will all bow to him, just as my father wanted."

"Lucifer?"

"Azazel," the demon clarifies. "He made me. His father, Lucifer, made him and he in turn made me. I was one of his first. I am just honoring him and his hard, dedicated work."

Lizzy's floored by this plan once it's spelled out for her. "Shit, that's actually really well thought out."

"Thank you." The demon smiles wide with pride.

"You're not welcome, but still. Damn." Lizzy sighs. Now she knows she has to get out of here as soon as she can to prevent her from getting her hands on Sam. He's so pure and innocent… and corruptible at this age. This could easily work out and Lizzy'll be damned if she's going to let Sam go back down that demonic path again. She'll stop it or die trying, she knows that.

"It's been nice chatting, been a while since I've had any girl talk, but I have to get ready for my son to arrive." The demon turns on her heels and walks away, leaving the lights on this time. She exits through the side door this time and doesn't return to the office space.

Once alone, sure that no one is watching, Lizzy pulls another bobby pin off of her shirt and gets to lock picking again. She has to move and fast.

Pushing the door open just a crack, Lizzy peeks out into the dwindling light of the day. The door was an exit out of the building just as she correctly assumed.

From what she can see there are three men standing outside, the assumption being that they're demons, and the female demon she's been talking to that she assumes is Lamash. Normally Lizzy would scoff at this as long as she had some salt or holy water but right now, weaponless and with child, she's not daring to risk heading out that way.

Ok, new plan.

Lizzy quickly and as silently as possible makes her way to the door that leads to a staircase heading into the second floor office space. Praying for another way out, a fire escape maybe, she slowly turns the door knob and pushes the door open. When it makes no noise she starts ascending the stairs at a moderate pace, afraid to make any sound.

At the top of the landing she goes through one more door, the space opening up to a several desk, cheap and usual office space.

Scanning the area and opening any close by desk drawers in search of weaponry, salt, anything, she comes up empty handed. No demon harming items to be found. SOL.

Looking around further, Lizzy sees there's no exit up this way. The only way out is the way she came and that wasn't going to work.

She's screwed.

When the pain flares up again, Lizzy quickly takes a seat in a black, rolling office chair to her right. Grabbing her stomach and doubling over, she groans with the higher severity of the pain this time around as she checks her watch. Nine minutes since the last one. That less than last time.

Forty-two seconds later and the sharp sensation starts to subside. She breathes in deep and relaxes back into the padded chair, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Not fucking now," Lizzy says with helpless sorrow. "Why right now?"

Bending forward, her hands over her face, she gives in for a moment. She cries. Her emotions are just so strong and even if she knows she should be sucking it up she can't. This time she's too scared. Something is wrong with her. She's sure she's having some kind of contractions and it's too early. About two months too early. The stress of the situation is probably not helping and with how helpless she's just become within her captured state, having no way out just put her over the edge.

"Fuck," she says within a quiet sob as she wipes her face with her shirt sleeves. She inhales deep to contain herself. Now's not the time to give up or breakdown.

Once her weak moment is over she looks up to the dark ceiling of the office area above her. One more try. He has to hear her this time. He has to.

"Castiel," her shaky voice calls out to him as she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to find him. "This is serious. I… I really need you. This is bad. It's so… so bad." She realizes now that she's rambling hard and not really making a good point. At least she knows where he is, or has a guess. It's far, very far, and usually when he's felt this far away he's been in Heaven. "I know you're at war and I know… just, I need you. No, my son needs you. I'm stuck here, some demons took me, and I'm not well. Something's wrong with me, or maybe with the baby. I'm worried that my son won't be ok if I don't get out of here and soon. Please, Castiel… you have to help him. You have to help him. Whatever happens me… you have to help my Sammy. You promised to watch over him…"

And she stops talking. She can feel Castiel coming in hot with this plea she makes. For the first time all day she starts to relax a bit. As long as she has her angel's help everything will work out just fine.

"Thank you, Cassie," she nearly cries with the relief in her whispering voice. "Thank you."