A/N: So, I found time for you guys today! Let me say, I am incredibly tired. I'll probably pass out early tonight. Anyways, thanks for the reviews; keep it up!

Disclaimer: I wish I was EK.

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It had been a week since Dean found out about Annie and Aaron. Both of them were still angry at one another, and were too stubborn let it go. Sam was in the middle of all of this, suffering. He played the messenger between the two. This was the longest fight Dean and Annie ever had, and Sam felt like he was growing older by the second.

Dean was mumbling something to himself as he cleaned up around the house, Sam had finally bitched him out enough to make him tidy up the place a little bit. Dean hadn't been able to kill Aaron because he had to leave to go back to the newly built Roadhouse. Jo was sick, and Ellen needed help taking care of her.

Annie meanwhile was upstairs in her room, lying on her stomach in her bed. She had spent the majority of her week in her bed, doing her best to avoid her father. The last couple of days, she hadn't felt too good, and she had been awfully warm. Annie heard a knock on her door, but she didn't respond. She buried her head in her pillow, it hurt so badly. There was another knock.

"Annie?" Dean questioned as he opened the door cautiously. He saw she was laying in bed and walked up to her, placing his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, she was pale, and looked like crap.

"Shit Annie, you're burning up." Dean muttered as he walked into the bathroom in the hallway, soaking a rag in cold water. He squeezed most of the water out and brought it to Annie, placing it on her forehead when she rolled onto her back.

"Go away." Annie muttered weakly.

"I'm not going away, you're sick."

"I'm not sick, I'm fine, and it's just a headache."

"You've got a fever."

"So?"

"So, we need to bring it down. How long have you had it?"

"An hour or so…"

"An hour?! Annie, you're so damn stubborn." Dean muttered as he left to fetch the thermometer. When he came back he prodded it in to her mouth.

"Open up." He muttered as she finally let him shove it in under her tongue. He waited for a moment, and then heard the beep when it was done reading.

"103.8." Dean read to himself as he rushed downstairs to fetch some Tylenol and cold water to bring down the fever. It wasn't in the dangerous range yet, but it was close.

He made it back into her room within a minute, and helped Annie sit up so she could swallow her pills. She barely got them in her mouth, and Dean brought the cup to her mouth so she would just have to swallow. He then helped her lay back down.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Still mad…" Annie mumbled as beads of sweat formed on her body all over. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. She was too stubborn for her own good. He walked downstairs and saw Sam sitting on the sofa. Dean took a seat beside his brother.

"She okay?" Sam questioned, just making conversation.

"She's sick, with a high fever."

"Wonder what's wrong."

"It could be anything."

"Mmm, I don't know Dean, she has demon blood remember? I never got sick that often; especially with high fevers."

"You think this could be something supernatural?"

"I don't know, it's hard to say. I'll definitely look in to it though."

"Thanks." Dean whispered absently as he thought about what it could be.

Meanwhile, Annie tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get comfortable, but with no use. She got up, and made her way to the bathroom, when she looked in the mirror.

"Dad!" She screamed as she freaked out at what she saw. Dean and Sam both raced up to the bathroom and saw what Annie saw.

"What the—" Dean began but stopped as he stared In the mirror. There was a huge lump on Annie's stomach. Not a pregnancy lump, but a dark purple and red lump the size of a grapefruit.

"That wasn't there five minutes ago." Dean whispered in shock.

"No shit! What the hell is that?!" Annie screamed. She wanted to touch it, but she was too afraid.

Dean looked to Sam, and Sam just looked back, both of them were freaked out, they didn't know what the hell it was.

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A few hours passed, and Sam and Dean were exhausted from the research. They had come up with nothing in the five or so hours they had been working.

"You won't find anything."

Dean groaned. "You're back?" Dean questioned as he saw Castiel standing before him and Sam. Castiel just shrugged it off. He would have rolled his eyes, but he decided not to.

"What Annie is sick with, you won't find anything anywhere."

"Why not?" Sam and Dean questioned in unison.

"Because no one has ever dealt with something like this before. It's truly an abomination."

"What?!"

"You're daughter with the demon blood, she's pregnant. That lump was the baby."

"Um Cas, that can't be true, it's only been a week, and last I checked, that is not supposed to happen until five months." Dean snidely responded.

"Well Dean, no one with demon blood has ever given birth before, what'd you expect, a normal pregnancy?"

"Actually, no, because we can apparently never have normal."

"So what does this mean?" Sam questioned.

"It means that this thing is growing too fast inside of Annie. It must be killed."

"What?!" Annie gasped as she hung on to the stairs for dear life, hearing Castiel's words.

Castiel looked over to Annie. "I'm sorry."

"What happened to no abortions?" Annie questioned, she was staring at Castiel nervously.

"This is no normal baby. If we don't kill it, it'll kill you."

"What? Why?"

"Because that is what it does, it uses your body as a vessel until it's strong enough to burst out, killing you."

Annie pressed a hand onto her lump protectively.

"No." She hissed.

"Annie, you really don't have a choice." Castiel answered.

Dean and Sam were both still in shock that they didn't know what to say.

"Dean, surely you agree with me?" Castiel questioned as he looked over to Dean. They had fought battles together, and Castiel had grown to admire Dean.

"It's not a child, it's a fatal disease." Castiel reinforced.

"Is there a way to keep it? Without it killing Annie?" Sam questioned, he was the only one who dared to talk.

"No. It's an abomination, why would you want to keep it?"

"Hey!" Dean said bringing the attention back to himself.

"There has to be a way. Not everyone with demon blood is an abomination. Look at Sam and Annie; they're the most down to earth people I know. Hell, they have more of a conscience then I do!"

"Dean, I know this is your family, but sometimes we have to make sacrifices."

"No. We entered this as a family, and we'll conquer this as a family. We'll find a way, with your help or not." Dean responded as he stared directly into Castiel's eyes. Family was family no matter what.

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A/N: If you've read the Twilight books, then this concept sounds familiar, but I promise you that my story is not going in that direction. Anyways, Read and review. Some of you may not like that Annie's pregnant, but give it a chance, I think you may like how it turns out.