A/N: Do you love me or do you LOOOVE me? Lol. Chapter ten for ya! I hope you guys like this. It's the most I've ever posted for any single story… Like ever! Please tell me what you guys think of this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Nor do I own any of its [Supernatural's] affiliates. The CW and Kripke own it- not me. For I am neither the CW nor Kripke

Warnings: There's won't be anything suuuuuper bad in this. Well, except language 'cause I've got a mouth that has made a sailor blush and I end up writing it into pretty much everything. It helps that Dean curses too!

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"If I had been the Virgin Mary, I would have said, 'No'." ~Margaret Smith
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PREVIOUSLY
She squeaked happily and hugged Gabriel, "Thank you!" She said and unwrapped it. Her expression was one of pure bliss, "I got some chocolate." She sing-songed, "I got some chocolate 'cause Gabriel's epic."

NOW
Sam was pacing back and forth with his cell phone in his hands. Dean had called and said they were half an hour out. He had been pacing more and more ever since the call. Though, admittedly, he had been pacing since his brother left two weeks ago. He hated when Dean took cases on his own. It always worried the youngest Winchester. No matter how easy the job was- freaky shit had a tendency of finding them.

Gabriel lounged on Bobby's couch, "Calm down, Sasquatch. Your brother is just fine and so is Izzy." Sam cast Gabriel a withering glare and resumed his pacing. The archangel sighed and popped a cherry flavored lollipop into his mouth, "You're so tense. You could do with a good massage." He smirked, "Add in a happy ending and you're golden."

Sam ignored him.

"Boy, that angel is right. You are gonna send yourself into a full-fledged panic attack if you don't stop worrying." Bobby commented, walking into the living room and grabbing a book off the table before walking right back out.

Gabriel grinned victoriously, "They'll be here any minute. Why don't we grab some food for dinner?" Sam huffed, annoyed. Dammit, couldn't he just panic in peace? The familiar rumble of the Impala's engine cut off all of those nasty thoughts.

"They're here!" Sam called to Bobby, who simply grunted in reply. Sam forced himself to calm down as he walked out of the house and towards the car. He wasn't checking on Dean… really. He was just going to see if Izzy needed help with her bags. Yeah, that's it. He just wanted to help.

"Hey ya, Sammy!" Dean said, clapping Sam on his back as he got out of the car. Sam grinned, a little confused at the chipper attitude of his older brother. What about The Plan with Raphael? What happened?

"So, nothing too bad happened?" He asked, glancing between the two of them.

Izzy waved the question away, "Naw, we only got into a bar fight, had to go to the hospital, and killed a couple guys." She shrugged, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear, "Totally normal Sunday." She laughed at Sam's horrified expression.

"You didn't…" Sam begged, sending Dean and Izzy into hysterical laughter. Izzy patter him on the forearm (that's as far up as she could reach) and shook her head.

"No, we didn't. I just felt like teasing you." Izzy gave him a dazzling smile and snagged her bags from the back seat of the car. Sam noticed that Dean instantly snatched them from Izzy and smirked at her pouty face.

"You're pregnant. I dunno if you got the memo." He glanced at his car, "The constant puking should have been enough of a reminder." Dean scolded lightly, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking into the house with her.

Sam felt his jaw drop and his entire body go into shock. Was… was Dean in love with this girl? He shook his head. No. That wasn't possible. At all. Dean wouldn't… But it was his baby in there. And Izzy seemed to be okay with it. Whatever it was. And Dean was so old. And Izzy was so young. Teenager kinda young. That was illegal. Dead wouldn't... Would he?

Sam's head hurt.

He followed them inside, trying not to over think anything or, actually, he tried not to think at all. It would better for everyone if he just stopped thinking right then. Sadly, he was a Winchester and Winchester's never have any good luck. Only bad luck and worse luck

Sam followed Dean and Izzy into Bobby's house, "So, what's goin' on?" He glared at the archangel, "Gabriel wouldn't tell me what happened when he vanished."

"I'm sorry hon. Next time I wanna stretch my wings I'll have you sign a permission slip." Gabriel snorted, getting face-to-chest with Sam ('cause, let's face it- Gabriel is short!), "Could you get over yourself? You don't need to know everything!"

Izzy pushed herself between the two, "Don't make me throw up on the both of you!" She warned, shoving them apart, "Now, go sit in your corners until you can play nice, children!" She huffed at them, getting a little green in the face.

Dean pulled her away from the fighting men (yes, men, even though they were behaving like children) and brought her into the kitchen so he could put a cool cloth on her forehead, "Better?" He asked when the towel was placed on her clammy skin.

She sighed happily, "Exponentially." Her blue eyes were now mostly a glowing gold color and Dean still wasn't sure what that was about. Gabriel had said that was totally normal. The first Virgin had complained (Gabriel said she complained about everything) about losing her gorgeous grey eyes but she got over it soon enough.

"I need to just read a good book and relax." Izzy mumbled, glaring at the kitchen door as though just frickin' daring Sam and Gabriel to be stupid enough to walk through and argue with each other.

"I bet Gabriel can angel you some up." Dean offered, letting Izzy stand on her own. He'd already gone through the "I'm pregnant, not porcelain" speech with her and would much rather not get yelled at again.

"I heard my name." Gabriel said, leaning against the doorjamb.

"Can you do me a favor?" Izzy asked, wiping down the back of her neck. Gabriel nodded, obviously eager to do something, "Can you get me some books?"

Gabriel shrugged, "Eh, sure, why not? What'd ya want?"

Izzy grinned and looped her arm through Gabriel's as they made their way to the library. Dean snorted a laugh. Gabriel was going to be put to work. One thing Dean learned on the trip back was that Izzy loved reading.

She could read three different six-hundred-page books in one sitting. It amazed Dean that she could remember almost everything she read too. He had no idea how she managed to do that. His brain hurt just thinking about looking at books that thick.

It had to be a virgin thing, right?

"Can you just write the titles and authors down? I'm never going to remember all this." Dean heard Gabriel whine. He peeked his head into the library and laughed at what he saw.

Gabriel was scribbling madly on a piece of paper as Izzy named off books she wanted. Sam just looked amazed. It's like he's never been around another person that reads, sheesh, Dean thought and then paused, well, he really hasn't, besides Bobby.

Sam offered quick summaries of books he'd read and Izzy asked for those to be added to the list too. Gabriel growled at him but wrote them down nonetheless, "I guess that's good for now." Izzy said, patting Gabriel's arm, "I'll probably blow through the soon, though."

Gabriel gaped, "There's over a hundred on here!"

Izzy simply shrugged and grinned, "I'm a fast reader." Sam laughed at Gabriel's pouty face. He grumbled and snapped his fingers, making a few dozen books appear on the table. Izzy squealed happily and grabbed seven before collapsing onto Bobby's couch.

She cracked open the first one and glanced at Dean. He got the message loud and clear. He took out his cell phone and nodded to her, "One hour, go," He said and pushed the start button. She grinned as she read.

When the timer went off she was done with four books. Gabriel and Dean gaped at her while she and Sam discussed how to do better next time, "That was…" Gabriel shook his head, "That was crazy!"

Izzy pouted, "That was nothing. I'm usually up to five of these thin ones." She sighed and drank a glass of water, "It's gotta be the pregnancy. I'd have done much better otherwise." She yawned and stretched, her t-shirt riding up to expose her flat belly.

"Why don't you go lie down for a while?" Sam offered, "We can start talking about how you want your room." Izzy grinned and nodded. She was steered away from the table instantly.

"Wha-?"

"You're pregnant. I'm not going to let you haul all those books up the stairs and risk you hurting yourself or the baby." Sam scolded, pulling an unwilling Izzy up the stairs.e had no idea how she manage4 to so that. Eventually she gave in and stomped to the room Bobby had given her.

"Gabriel," She called from over the banister, "if you set Sam on fire I promise I won't tell!" She squealed a burst of laughter and the door slammed shut a few seconds later.

Dean glared at the archangel and opened his mouth, preparing to threaten serious bodily harm if he set Sam ablaze. Gabriel held up a hand, cutting Dean off short, "No worries, Dean-o. I wouldn't do that. Izzy's attached to you and your brother." He sighed, "For reasons I have failed to see just yet."