December 11, 2031
Weeks After Conception: 15 (3 months, 2 weeks)
"Castiel, Emily wake up, breakfast!" Dean shouted as he knocked on their motel room door.
Emily moaned at the sudden awakening. "What time is it?"
"Eight," Castiel replied as he stretched his neck to see the alarm clock by their bed. "Pretty late for the guys."
"Still too early for me," said Emily as she rolled onto her back and rested her right hand on her stomach. She sighed. "I think I'll just stay here and sleep. Go on without me."
Castiel shook his head. "You have to eat Em. The doctor said breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Besides don't you want your ginger tea?"
Emily did. She was starting to feel a little queasy and the tea tasted good to her. "Fine I'll get up, in a second."
Castiel grinned and kissed her forehead before hopping out of the bed. Emily was still lying down when he turned to face her. He walked over to her side of the bed.
"Come on Emily."
Emily huffed at his persistence and sat up.
Castiel chuckled. "You can sleep this afternoon, I promise."
Emily nodded. "I definitely will."
They entered Sam and Dean's room fifteen minutes later to find that the guys had already eaten their fill of breakfast foods. They were lying on their beds watching TV but when they saw Castiel and Emily enter they sat up.
"The bag's on the table," Dean told them, pointing it out.
Emily stepped up to the round table and opened the bag up.
"Toast, eggs, and tea, what you usually take," Sam said.
"Looks good," commented Emily.
She passed Castiel his orange juice, bacon, hash brown, and eggs then took out her food and tea.
They sat down in the chairs at the table and Emily slowly swallowed her first sip of the ginger tea.
She felt good even after her first swallow. The tea was wonderful.
"We were thinking of moving tomorrow," announced Dean as she put the cup down. "Me and Sam should be able to finish up the black dog hunt today and there have been some signs of demons."
Emily rolled her eyes. "When are we going to stop running?"
"We're going to go to Bobby's house," Sam explained. "It's safe there."
"The panic room," Castiel remembered.
"It's the safest place to stay," claimed Sam. "We can stay there as long as we need to. The panic room is demon proof so we can use it whenever demons attack."
There was no "if they attacked" because they always found them eventually.
Emily decided she approved. "No more running sounds great."
Castiel and Emily spent the rest of the morning helping Sam and Dean do research for their hunt and went out to a restaurant together for lunch just to get out of the motel and get some fresh air. Then in the afternoon they rented some movies to watch and Emily had more tea with her dinner that night.
All and all a normal day for them both since they'd found out about the baby.
Normal until night fell.
Castiel and Emily were both in a deep sleep when the pandemonium happened. They stirred to shouting and the sound someone being thrown into a wall.
When they realized it was coming from the room next door they stood quickly and bolted for the door.
Castiel stopped Emily from running out ahead of him. "You should stay here."
"The hell I am," glared Emily.
"At least let me go first then."
Emily allowed Castiel to take the lead and they made their way into the Winchester's room to find Sam and Dean standing around a female demon who was caught in their devil's trap and tied to a chair. She was possessing a Hispanic woman in her thirties and she looked furious.
"Don't look at me like that," Dean growled at the demon. "You're the one who put yourself there."
He smirked.
Dean then spotted Castiel and Emily at the door but quickly refocused on the demon before him.
Sam was the one who spoke to them. "Everything's under control."
Emily and Castiel nodded but still approached, and didn't stop until they were standing next to him.
The demon grinned as they came into her sights. "Well well, hello Emily."
Emily narrowed her eyes at the demon. "What do you want with me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the demon rolled her eyes.
"I mean why."
The demon looked down at Emily's belly which still didn't show her pregnancy yet and Emily laid her hand on it as her eyes widened in realization. "Because of the baby?"
Castiel held Emily closer, protectively. "Why does our child concern you so much?"
"She will condemn us all to an everlasting Hell," hissed the demon.
"She?" Castiel and Emily spoke in unison. They were both surprised by the sudden revelation of their baby's gender.
"Everlasting Hell?" Dean frowned. "What the hell do you mean?"
The demon rolled her eyes again. "The seer said she'll find a way to trap us in Hell forever. Once she finds the way no demon will ever be able to escape Hell."
"How?" inquired Sam.
"That's what we'd like to know," the demon told him. She snorted. "Are you going to keep me stuck in here forever? Trying to kill me with a thousand questions or what?"
"Cut the sarcasm," Dean ordered her. "Where's Jud?"
"I'm never telling you," spat the demon.
"We'll see about that."
Dean threw holy water on the demon and she howled in pain.
"Tell us!" yelled Dean.
"No."
The demon was being stubborn.
Dean turned to Castiel. "Do you have the knife with you?"
Castiel gave him a nod and passed it to him.
Dean dipped the knife in holy water and then the bowl of salt on the table. He then joined the demon in the devil's trap and sliced her skin right under her neck.
The demon shrieked as her skin sizzled.
"Tell us," Dean repeated.
The demon laughed. "Or what? You'll torture me? You sure keeping your friends alive is worth becoming the monster you were in Hell Dean?"
Dean froze, and Castiel could see terror in his eyes.
Castiel closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't want Dean to torture for him, not again. He knew what it had done and what it would do to him. It would drag Dean back into the darkness he'd been in during the years of Apocalypse. It would bring back his nightmares.
"Dean, she's not going to talk," Sam said.
He too didn't want Dean to resort to such a thing.
Dean looked down at the bloody blade in his hands, undecided.
"Come on Dean," teased the demon. "I still remember all that talk in Hell over you. You impressed a lot of the other demons. Impress me. I'm used to pain."
Dean was furious. He raised the demon killing knife to her throat.
The demon just sat there, excepting her fate, whatever it may be.
Dean took in a deep breath then backed away from her. "Send her to Hell Sam."
Sam sighed in relief than began chanting the Latin exorcism he used the most and knew off the top of his head.
The demon screamed and her smoke left the body she was in and was pulled down towards Hell.
When it was over Sam checked the woman's pulse.
"She's dead."
Emily bowed her head at the news.
"We should go now," Dean said urgently. "Before the cops come."
Sam agreed.
"Everyone pack up."