He was spinning. Around, and around Dean went like a twisted merry-go round that he rode when he was a child. He tried to open his eyes but everything was spinning too fast, too violently. That's when he felt it, the familiar feeling of bile creeping up the back of his throat that signaled he was going to part ways with whatever remained in his stomach if the spinning continued. The moment Dean's mouth opened and he felt his stomach muscles tighten to vomit he found himself come to an abrupt and sudden stop laying face down on ugly red carpet. He took a deep breath in and grimaced from the pain that ravaged through his entire body. Dean rolled onto his side with a low groan and wrapped an arm around his midsection in attempt to control the nausea. His eyes opened to slits and he took in his blurry surroundings. Badly decorated walls, damaged wood furniture, and that odd stain that somehow was always on the ceiling.

A motel?

Dean's mind questioned. If he was in a hotel that means he was lying on the nasty STD riddled carpet, but more importantly; how in the hell did he get here? Last thing he remembered was standing in Bobby's kitchen having a shot of Whiskey before everything got set on hyper spin. Gotta get off the carpet. So disgusting. Dean thought but for some reason his arms and legs wouldn't cooperate with his want to get off the floor. He let out a frustrated growl.

?-"I apologize for the discomfort you may be feeling. Traveling between time and place can be a bit exhausting on the human body. Even more so in someone with your condition."

A female voice said from somewhere to his left and Dean instinctively reached for his gun before he could locate who the voice had came from.

Dean-"And what condition is that?"

He asked and expected his hand to come across the cold metal of his beloved .45 but instead he ran his hand along the hard growing curve of his stomach. Dean cursed angrily, remembering he could no longer carry the gun in his waist band due to his stubbornness. He refused to buy bigger jeans. So what if he had to wear them unbuttoned and unzipped, at least he could still wear them.

The woman above him scoffed and finally walked into view to where Dean could see her over the bed. Beautiful was an understatement. Her long golden waves ran down her shoulders and came to a stop just above her grey slacks. The woman's face was slender with high cheek bones and the purest complexion Dean had ever laid eyes upon. She looked down on him with disappointed pools of blue while she rounded the corner of the bed.

?-"Now Dean Winchester, I think we both know what's going on here with you. What's growing just under your belt buckle."

She said with a smile and bent down to him. Her hand reached out for his stomach but Dean roughly grabbed her wrist and tossed her hand away.

Dean-"Don't touch me bitch."

Dean growled at her, his hazel orbs focusing in on her still blurry face. This woman had power, he felt it humming through his veins like he had with Castiel and it caused his stomach to turn.

?-"Now Dean, I have just as much parental rights as you do."

She spoke and Dean's eyes narrowed with confusion.

Dean-"What are you talking about?"

He asked, remembering the specific details of the demon he met at the crossroads and this woman didn't come close to that red eyed skank.

Dean-"Sorry sweetheart but I think you've got the wrong guy."

Dean said with a smirk and the woman chuckled at him.

?-"That's right, I forgot. I looked a bit different then…"

She said and with a snap of her fingers her appearance changed to the demon Dean had confronted nearly six months ago. Her hair was a soft brown that matched her kind chocolate eyes. She was young, Dean remembered, too young to have her life hijacked by a demon.

Dean-"How'd you get out of the crossroads? You're a crossroads demon, there's a key word there, crossroads….demon"

Dean stated slowly with an absentminded sniff. The cold sweat that plagued his body was slowly wearing off and he was beginning to regain feeling in his tingling limbs. The woman laughed at him again and Dean's temper flared. He hated being laughed at.

?-"I'm not a demon Dean and I never was. My name is Lailah and I am an angel of the Lord."

Dean rolled his eyes.

Dean-"Another one of you guys huh? I got my ass kicked by one of your angel buddies earlier so if you want to have a go then take a number and get in line."

He spoke and Lailah reached him, grabbed a firm grip on the Winchester's shirt and lifted him up onto his feet in one smooth motion. The angel seemed to dust him off and straighten his clothing before Dean swatted her away. She was being too touchy feely for his liking.

Lailah-"Castiel was a bit, mistaken."

Lailah spoke, watching Dean shakily try to take a step forwards before deciding to sit on the corner of the motel desk with his arms crossed over his stomach.

Dean-"Mistaken? The guy tried to stab a sword through my heart while muttering about an abomination. I think that's a bit more than a case of mistaken identity don'tcha think?"

He asked grumpily while pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't have time for this. He had to get back to his brother. Where ever Sam was.

Lailah-"Don't worry. Your brother is fine."

Lailah she spoke in a soft voice with her head tilted at Dean, reading his thoughts without much effort.

Dean-"Shouldn't you ask permission before you invade—"

Lailah-"It is you that's in danger Dean Winchester."

She stated, cutting off his sentence before Dean could finish.

Lailah-"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Dean-"Because I'm a loveable guy."

Lailah-"Because you just killed a man."

The angel retorted quickly which caused Dean's sardonic expression to fade.

Dean-"Excuse me? I think I would know if I killed someone."

He said spat.

Lailah-"Remember Caleb, your father's friend? Your brother called him to help you, figure out the origin of your little joyous bundle, and your child, my child, acted to protect you. You burned him alive with the purist fire from heaven. An angel's fire."

Dean's throat went dry and he shook his head.

Dean-"You're lying."

He spoke with an angry twitch of his jaw.

Lailah-"I'm an angel Dean. Lying is something better suited for Lucifer and his demons. I'll show you."

Lailah stepped forwards and put one hand against his stomach and another against his forehead, slamming his head back against the wall.

Dean-"What are you—"

He couldn't finish his sentence before a groan of pain escaped his lips and his eyes rolled back inside his head. Dean was unconscious but he could hear everything going on around him. Caleb mentioned something about needing a sample of the baby's amniotic fluid to figure out what it was before Dean felt the pressure on his stomach turn into a sharp blast of pain. Caleb was hurting him, hurting the baby, Dean had to stop it before he caused irreparable damage. Dean gained his feet within seconds and grabbed Caleb by the neck, feeling the hard cartilage of his trachea begin to crush under Dean's powerful grip. Dean forced him facedown onto the coffee table with such force that the wood splintered from impact, exploding out from Caleb's now bleeding face like cracks in brittle ice.

Caleb-"Dean son, don't let it control you. The power of a Nephilim child can destroy the world…"

Caleb whispered just as his body exploded into flames; flames that originated from Dean's hands.

Leilah pulled her hands away from Dean and he let out a loud gasp while his eyes rapidly blinked. He could still smell it; the smell of burnt human flesh. The smell was all over him. Oh god, I can taste it. Dean thought in horror and without being able to control it, he leaned over and vomited into the trashcan. He emptied his stomach contents into the plastic can and continued to heave until he could no longer taste the remains of his dead friend upon his tongue.

Leilah-"I'm sorry, I know that must have been hard for you. I can only imagine—"

Dean-"What is it? What in the hell did you put in me?!"

Dean roared at her and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He pushed himself upright from his hunched position on the desk and wrapped both arms around his cramping stomach. He had killed his father's best friend in cold blood. I couldn't control it. It wasn't me. It was this damn baby. If this baby, this thing growing within him could kill people; Dean didn't want any part of it.

Leilah-"She's called a Nephilim; the child of a human and an angel. It will be her destiny to bring forth the Apocalypse on the world and be the end of humanity as we know it."

She paused.

Leilah-"But it doesn't have to be that way."

Leilah said and Dean raised his eyebrow at her.

Dean-"How?"

He asked in a gruff voice. This was almost more then he could handle. Leilah smiled, folding her hands together.

Leilah-"It's simple. We strike a deal."