As soon as Dean entered the Library he told Sam, Bobby, and Castiel what his decision was and they were all shocked.
"You can't be serious," Sam said. "Dean, your life is at stake here!"
"Who says it is?" Dean asked.
"You seriously think that you can do this?" Sam inquired.
Dean nodded. "I don't see why not. After all, I've made it this far."
Castiel shook his head. "The risk is too great. I would rather you not rely on my healing capabilties. I cannot be around all the time. I have responsibilties in Heaven."
"And we don't even have any idea what will happen after the nine months," Bobby added. "For all we know when the time's up the baby could cease to exist."
"If it does, so be it," Dean said. "I just can't go through with the spell, Bobby. I won't."
"Amanda could put you under, if you want," Sam suggested.
Amanda walked into the room. "Uh, uh, I'm not putting someone under ansethsia in less they really need it."
"We need to do something," Sam protested.
"I don't like the idea either," Amanda told him. "But we can't force Dean to make one decision or another. It's up to him, whether we like it or not. Saying that, there are ways I can make it safer."
"How?" Sam questioned her.
"I'd stay here throughout the pregnancy and moniter him and..." she paused and pointed to Castiel. "You're Castiel, right, the angel?"
"Yes," Castiel replied.
"I've heard about you and Lailah from Sam and Bobby," Amanda said. "If everything goes right and the baby makes it, I'll have to deliver it through C-section. I could use help from one of you. Really just to be there to heal Dean after the surgery."
"I am sure Lailah would be happy to assist you," Castiel told her. "But I still do not believe this is a good idea."
"It isn't, but it's not our decision to make," Amanda pointed out.
"I agree that it is Dean's decision," Castiel said carefully, "However, he needs to understand the risks and know what he is getting himself into."
"Are you really sure you want this, Dean?" Bobby asked.
Dean nodded. "I'm sure."
"Because if there is even a sliver of a chance that everything will go well you do realize you'd be raising the kid into hunting, right?" Bobby continued. "Didn't you have Cas erase Lisa and Ben's memories of you so you could avoid getting the kid sucked into the business?"
Dean frowned.
"I hadn't looked at it that way," he admitted. "All I have figured out is that I don't want to do the spell. I know the risks, I know what it means, and I'm willing to take it on."
"And you are prepared to raise the child of a witch?" Castiel inquired.
"The baby is also one-half mine," Dean pointed out. "That's all that matters."
Castiel nodded once, accepting Dean's decision.
Dean looked to Bobby next.
Bobby sighed. "You're a stubborn idjit, you know that?" He scratched the back of his head. "Alright, if you really want this, I can't stop you. But please, at least listen to Amanda whenever she tells you something. That's all I ask."
"I'll do that," Dean promised.
He then turned to his brother, who had been broodily silent. "Sam?"
"Don't do this," Sam pleaded. "It's not worth your life."
"I'm not going to die, Sammy," Dean told him. "Trust me."
Sam stared at him. "I do trust you Dean, but you can't predict the future."
"Maybe not," Dean said. "But after all the crap we've been through the last couple years I figure something is bound to go right sometime."
Sam shook his head then gave up. "Okay. If you're so set on it, fine."
He was about to walk out when Dean grabbed his arm.
"Hey, I'll be okay," he assured him. "You'll see."
Sam sighed. "I hope you're right, Dean. I really do."
A/N: Wow, I was looking at the story stats...this is probably one of my most successful stories. So I just want to thank all of you for the favorites, alerts, and reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the fic. :)