"Sam, C'mon. What are you doing?" Dean shouted over to his brother. The darkness had risen and they both only just came out of it with there lives. The impala had been shrouded with black smoke releasing something from the depths of hell. The car had rocked violently from it till the cloud lifted leaving them stranded and free from it. Once back at the bunker Sam had gone into a frenzy trying all phones in the building but none worked. Dean stood the impatiently waiting to see what his brother was doing. "Damn it! They're not working. Nothing works!" He shouted throwing one of the land line phones across the room. "Dude, chill for a minute. Who are you trying to ring?" picking up the thrown phone. His brothers actions made no sense to him. Sam took his cellphone phone again and like last time there was no signal. "Jenna, I've got to call her." Deans heart sank immediately. He hadn't even thought of her and yet he should have. "Wait a minute. How'd you even know when she is?" Dean asked with a questioning look. They all said that they wouldn't contact her, he had stuck to his word even though it killed him not knowing where she was. Sam sighed and slumped his shoulders down. Dean never found out the involvement she had with the book of the damned. He'd kept that fact hidden from him even after Charlie had been killed. Now it was time to fess up. "She helped Charlie track down the book. I found out where she was and sent Charlie there." His brother's eyes narrowed at him and he wiped a hand down his face. Dean took a step towards Sam. He was pissed, it was clear to see. "You found her, she helped finding the book yet you never told me!" His voice grew in strength causing Sam to wince. "She…. She didn't want you know. She's got a good life now Dean." turning on his spot Dean gathered some things and began walking out. "Then you best tell me where she lives " He groaned with his jaw clenched.
The silence was killing Sam as they drove through the small Michigan town where Jenna now lived. It was like a ghost town. The people seeming to have scattered into the wind. The brother's didn't know what the darkness had brought all they knew was that it was something evil. "Pull over here.." Sam pointed as Dean looked out his window at the small house where his estranged wife now lived. Her blue mustang sat happily outside telling the boys that she was home. Worriedly Sam glanced to his brother. "You wait here. I'll go get her." The nervous feeling set into his stomach, the past seven months Sam had kept the secret that she was pregnant. Having to hid his emails from his brother. As promised she had kept in contact with him about everything. Her scans and how she was feeling. On rare occasions she had asked about Dean. The concern still there for him. Then one day, literally three weeks after Charlie had been killed he got a fresh email. She'd gone into labour and 18 hours later she had emerged from the hospital with a 7lb 4oz little boy. She'd named him Robert John Singer and had attached a picture to the email. In the sad times which they were Sam couldn't have been happier, Roberts sleeping face light up the screen of his laptop. The only pain was that Dean would never see him. That is till now and Sam had to at least warn Jenna that Dean was here. Dean didn't even answer his brother when he was told to stay in the car, he wasn't ready for facing Jenna just yet.
Sam knocked on the door and turned to face the impala while he waited for the door to open but it didn't. Turning back to the door, he looked through the windows finding the area in the home empty. Placing his hand on the door knob he turned, finding it unlocked. Sam grasped around his back taking his gun from the waistband of his jeans. "Jenna?!" He shouted into quietness, clicking his gun into action. He heard nothing but his own footsteps as he entered into the suburban home. Nothing seemed out of place, it was tidy with no sign that baby was even here. "Jen! It's Sam!" He shouted again and travelled further into the house. Sam checked the kitchen, living area and even went upstairs. He found nothing of the female hunter. The door next to her room was slightly ajar causing Sam to poke his head round. It was Roberts bedroom, the walls plastered in blue and white clouds and a white crib sat off to the side. Sam couldn't help but notice all the warding signs that were engraved into the dado rail above his head. It seemed to cover every entity. Including angels, which made him wonder if Castiel even knew she was pregnant. The sound of boots at the bottom of the stairs caused him to turn abruptly, he only relaxed once he realised it was Dean. "Easy, Sammy." Dean held his hands up in a surrender and Sam lowered his gun and quietly closed the baby's door. "She's not here." Sam frowned as he walked down the stairs to his brother. "This place got a basement? She's probably hold up in there." Dean shrugged and paced around. It was clear to Sam what his brother was doing. He was looking at the place which his estranged wife now called home and seeing how different they're lives now were. "Go pack her some things I'll go get her." Sam motioned his hand upwards. He didn't want his brother or Jenna to get reacquainted that way.
The wooden steps to the basement were old and creaked underfoot. On the final step he stopped and smiled. "Crazy, bitch." He laughed at the sight. Just like her father Jenna had built herself a safe room. It was salt coated iron with yet again an array of symbols to ward different evil away. The door to the safe room was cold to touch, Sam rasped his knuckles against it. "Jenna, it's Sam. Open up." He could hear movement from behind it. "C'mon Jen, it's me." The small hatch on the door opened and she looked out before closing it again and opening the door. Her hair had grown since he last saw her and she had some obvious baby weight and tired eyes too. "What the hell happened Sam?" She pulled a hand through her hair, turning her back on him and began pacing. "One minute I'm feeding Robert and the next I see dark smoke over the top of the houses. It looked like demons." Sam shook his head at her and walked further into the protective space. "When did you do this?" He quizzed her, intrigued by it. "Not long after I moved." She plainly said. "Sam?" She placed a hand on his arm causing him to look down at her. "What was that?" He frowned, he didn't really know what it was himself. "We don't know…" And it was true they didn't know. The noise that appeared behind Jenna caused Sam to stop talking and gaze around her. There he saw the tiny carry-cot and immediately he smiled, pointing his finger over to it. "Can I?" He asked wanting to finally get a look at his nephew. "He's asleep, don't wake him." She agreed as she went off to gather her things. Peering into the cot Sam's eyes lit up. The first genuine expression he'd had since… well since forever. "He's beautiful. " Jenna looked over her shoulder and grinned lifting the baby bag onto her shoulder. Sam hooked his hand into the handle of the carry cot, picking it up. "We need to get you two to the bunker." His words stopped her. "We?" She hadn't even asked about Dean and she hated herself for that. "Deans here, the marks gone…. He doesn't know about Robert." Sam looked at the sleeping baby. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest at the revelation. The first time he's going to know about his son is cause of a mass monster blackout. She sighed and closed her eyes before opening them again and strolling out the door.
Jenna stopped the moment she entered the living area. His back was to her and he looked deep in thought. "I've packed her a bag Sa…" He paused as he turned and saw her standing there. She looked different but still beautiful. "Hey Jen…" He said, his voice low and husky causing her to swallow. "Hi.." Was she managed, Deans eyes dragged away from her to his brother who was emerging from the basement carrying something. It was a carry-cot for a baby. Dean didn't know what to think immediately he assumed the baby wasn't his, it couldn't be he'd not been with her for neatly 11 months. His jaw tightened with anger and upset, too many emotions to even think of. "We need to get back to the bunker." He said. Walking out and leaving his brother and Jenna to just look at one another. "I have a baby seat in the Mustang." Sam nodded. "I'll get it, here." he handed Robert over to her and she made her way to the black impala which sat outside. Several attempts later and Sam had fixed the seat in the car. Baby Robert sat happily fast asleep. In silence they all sat, causing Dean to take several glances to him. He was tiny, a head of dark blonde hair and the tiniest of noses. He cleared his throat unable to take the silence any more. "You've been busy, I see Jen?" Dean looked at her in the mirror and straight away she knew what he was getting at. "So who's the dad? Some random?" He snapped at her. He had no right to he knew that yet his jealously was getting the better of him. "Actually no…... He's yours." She flatly said causing Dean to screech the car to a halt. Sam's hand slapped against the dash of the Impala with the force. The air was thick as three sat in silence. Dean's heart was beating hard against his chest with the revilation and his knuckles were white as he tightened his grip against the wheel. "Get out the car now! We need to talk." He snapped and exited the vehicle she sighed and rubbed her neck in a nervous gesture, something she always did, before she followed him out. He was pacing the front of the impala, his hand continuously running through his hair. He wasn't ready for the bombshell she just dropped on his lap, he wasn't even sure how much more he could take. It was one thing feeling responsible for Sam, but a baby? This really did turn everything on its head. "Why didn't you tell me?" He looked at her as she fumbled with her hands. "I had a right to fucking know!" He began shouting. "11 months you've been gone, Jen. 11 fucking months!" He stopped pacing and stood in front of her. "You had the mark and I was scared you'd hurt me or the baby." She spilled out. "I wanted
as far away from the mark as I could safely get." His eyes burnt into her as she replied. "You knew you were pregnant whilst at the bunker?" He raised a brow in question causing her to swallow. She could feel the heat radiating from him. "A week before I left." She muttered. Deans heart sank at that, he knew why she left then. The moment the mark took over and he hit her she knew she had to go. "I was protecting the baby. Then Sam and Charlie turned up asking about the book." She touched his arm. "I'm sorry about Charlie…" He pulled away from her and looked at her with disgust. "Sam knew?" He couldn't believe his brother would hide something like this from him. Jenna just nodded at him. "I made him promise not to tell." Dean put his hand over his mouth and stared into the car at his younger brother, Sam looked back and the sinking feeling in his stomach grew. "Dean? Tell me what your thinking?" She asked and turned him towards her. Dean shrugged her hand off him. He didn't know how to forgive her for this and doing what he does best, he just shook his head. "We need you guys to the bunker. We'll talk later." he said quietly and got into the car.
Sam carried Robert in his carry-cot into the bowels of the bunker and placed it gently on one of the tables. Robert had slept the whole drive and the quietness was stiffening. Dean was yet to say anything else as he tried to process everything. Jenna had given passing glances to Sam but was yet to speak. From no where Robert began to cry loudly, the bunker echoed with the sound of him. "He's hungry." Jenna said as she rifled through one of her bags for a fresh bottle and formula milk. Dean just stood with his arms crossed glaring at her, fire still rouse in his belly. Robert continued his hungry cry as his mother vanished to the kitchen area to make his meal up. Sam and Dean shared a look but it was Sam who took the move first. Stepping closer to the crarry-cot and trying to figure out a way in which he could lift the baby out. "For the love of God, Sam." Dean said and pushed him out of the way. "Dude, I've got it." The younger Winchester replied. "He's my son." Dean snapped as he lifted him from the crib. It'd been a long time since he held a baby this small. The last being Sam when he was tiny. She stood in the doorway, slowly shaking the formula and watched as Dean held his son for the first time. "It's alright buddy, moms gone to get ya food." He rocked him gently from side to side, even when his eyes met with Jenna's he continued the rocking. She held out the bottle for him, not having the heart to take the baby from him. Dean sat in one of the chairs and began feeding him. Almost imediately he felt calm wash over him, looking down on what is his flesh and blood. "What's his name?" He asked her as she sat next to them. "Robert John Singer " His heart pronged at his surname but he knew she has her reasons. Dean just nodded with a hint of a smile. "He's cute." She smiled down as Robert devoured the baby milk. "I know." Jenna quietly replied.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked his brother as Sam gathered the car keys. "To get Robert some stuff Jen asked for." Totally unprepared they had arrived at the bunker with the most minimal of things and whilst Dean was feeding baby Robert Jenna had pulled Sam aside with a list of things. Dean nodded at his brother. "How you doing, man?" Sam cautiously asked. "Still pissed at you both. Can't believe you'd keep something like that from me Sam." He grumbled the betrayal level he was feeling was high up there with Sam's issues with Ruby. "She had her reasons dude." Sam tried to reason but it was hard when his brother was that stuborn. He could see both sides of the story and he was stuck, smack bang in the middle of it. "Whatever." Dean replied, he knew he wasn't going to win his brother's sympathy here.
Jenna emerged from Dean's bedroom after laying Robert down and padding up the bed with cushions. A travel cot was on the list of items she'd given to Sam so for now this would have to do. "I know we need to talk." She leant her hip against the table. Dean huffed. "Sweetheart, that's an understatement." She lowered her head and shook it. "Dean, you gotta understand why I did it? You had the mark of Cain. You were unstoppable, hell bent on doing something to me." She crossed her arms and Dean just frowned at her. "I'd never hurt you." He replied. "But you did, if I'd stayed god only knows what would have happened." She sat down. "You were having dreams of killing me, I was having dreams of running from you. It wasn't healthy and we both know that." Jenna smiled at him for the last part. "Then I found out I was pregnant and I knew I had to leave." He acquiesced with a silent nod. "Sam had found me, he'd sent Charlie to get information on the book of the damned. It's one of the thing I researched when I had the curse." His silence caused her to swallow and she rubbed a hand around her neck and collar bone. "Sam found my scan picture, I had to tell him then." She just looked at him as he cleared his throat. "What about Cas? He know as well?" Jenna shook her head to this. "Not that I'm aware of." She lifted the side of her shirt to expose a lone sigil. "Anti angel tat. Robert wears two charms around his neck. One anti possession and one anti angel." Dean smiled, she was smart and that would always astound him. "He'll have kittens over this you know?" He said seriously. "I know, it's one of the reasons why I don't want him knowing. I don't want Robert used as porn in heaven and hells game." He understood what she was saying it was a prophecy after all that their child would bring an end to the demons. That made him a target especially now this darkness was running about. "We won't be able to hide him forever Jenna." her brow knitted together, she knew this but at least for the time being she could pretend everything was fine. "I'm aware, but for now my priority is him." She said as Dean wiped a hand down his face.
"This….. Darkness or whatever, what is?" She asked wanting to get down to business. Dean shrugged his shoulders and told her all what Death had said and how Charlie decoded the book before she was killed. "And Crowley, Sam, Cas and Rowena did the spell…." He paused at her expression. "Rowena?" She never met the king of hells mother and had no knowledge about her. "Crowleys mother, believe it or not. Powerful witch. When the darkness came she fled but before she did, she spelled Cas into killing Crowley." Their eyes met. "He didn't though." Jenna didn't know if she was relieved or not at what Dean just told her. It was so much to take in and it showed her how much she'd missed out on during her pregnancy. "How are you coping?" He asked her, she looked good but also tired. He still cared for her, possibly even loved but he had no idea how they'd get further then friendship, if that was what they wanted. "He's a good baby." She smiled. "Quiet at times and eats like a pig…. Just like his dad." She grinned at him causing Dean to chuckle. "I'm tired, it's hard though. I won't lie." A genuine smile on her face at the thought of her little boy. Dean brushed both hands down his wiry face and sighed. He hated everything about this and if it wasn't for the stupid Mark he would have been there for his sons birth and been there for Jenna too. "The Mark cost me to loose so much Jen." She frowned at his words. "You, Charlie…" He shook his head. "I'm sorry about Charlie. She was a smart kid." Jenna said reaching over and grasping his hand. "Non of us could have predicted what has happened, you did what you had to do." She kindly said to him. "Guys… can I have a hand with all this crap!" Sam's voice broke through their shared moment causing both parties to separate.
"This things harder to understand then radio instructions. " Dean grumbled and threw down the screw driver. The travel cot had caused more issues then it was worth, every item Sam had bought was bringing issues when it came to putting everything together. At first Dean was pissed when his brother arrived back with a car full of baby items and a maxed out credit card. Now he was just frustrated. He knew his son needed these things and he wanted to provide for him, deep down he was still angry at Jenna and his brother. She would have happily had carried on with life without him knowing about Robert. He picked up the cot and turned it upside down. The stray screw in his hand puzzling him to no ends. "For fuck sake." He grouched then heard a laugh from the doorway. His head turned sharply to see Jenna with a nestled Robert in her arms. "laugh it up Singer." he moaned causing her to laugh again. God he missed that sound. "I can't help it, this shit is priceless." She chuckled and stepped into the room causing him to smile at her. Seeing her there holding their baby safely in her arms made him wish that they'd done it before, before everything had changed. He finally had a proper family, even if he and Jenna weren't together they still had Robert and that was all he needed. It was his get out clause for hunting. Problem was. Would hunting let him go? "I'm still pissed that you didn't tell me about him." He spoke in a hushed tone and smoothed his hand gently over Roberts head. The baby moved a little in his sleep, flexing his fingers. "I didn't want to put us in danger." She replied causing him to frown. "Dean? Your no longer a danger to us and I want you to be in his life " She smiled at him, opening his mouth he was about to reply when Sam appeared. "Cas is here." he looked to both of them slight worry written over his features. "You two stay here." he pointed his finger at Jenna and Robert causing her to nod in response.
"Dude, what's happening? Everything's in a black out." He waved the useless cellphone in his hand at his friend before tossing it on the table. "This has the potential to be worse then the apocalypse. Even the demons are scared." Cas spoke as he stepped closer to the brother's. "This is something that pre-dates angels, if you hadn't killed death then we might have an idea on how to stop it." Dean frown at him. "He would have killed me." Dean poked himself in the chest to make his point but Cas had turned away. "Something's not right here…" He spoke looking around. Sam and Dean just glanced at each other. Their sheepish looks giving them away. "What is it?" The angel asked still frowning. He could sense something but it was weak. "Urm…" Was all Sam said as she cleared her throat. "Jenna?" The angel spoke looking highly surprise to see her there. "Hey." She nervously spoke and waved her hand a little. Pushing Dean out the way slight he moved to where she stood and placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's good to see you." He smiled genuinely at her then frowned. "Your different... Something's different. " He tilted his head as he tried to read her. "Your warded." He spoke and released his hands causing Jenna to cough and look down to the floor as she moved some hair from her face, somewhat ashamed. The angel passed glances at his friends, something was wrong. The silence was broken by a loud cry, Jenna's head rouse up and she looked to Dean who vanished into the room where Jenna had emerged from. "I don't understand." The angel said to the noise. "Cas, I want you to meet Robert John Singer." Dean said as he cradled the baby in his arms.
You couldn't miss the confused expression on Castiel's face as Dean walked closer to him. The baby cooing quietly within his arms now. He was so small and his large eyes seemed to light up the room. Again Castiel tilted his head, unable to read the baby. "Is he yours?" He asked Jenna, who just silently nodded her head. "He's ours…" Dean trailed off and glanced at Jenna then Cas. The angel ran his hand lightly over the boys dark hair then looked to them both. "You fulfilled the prophecy. " he smiled to them both. The worry set in with those words and both Jenna and Deans stomachs churned with how real their situation is and how much danger they could possibly be in. Jenna had made a silent vow the moment she found out she was pregnant. Her baby would not be made a pawn in the angels war. "It's not like we planned this." Dean spoke hushing Robert who was on the verge of crying again. "But yet it still happened. This is good news." The angel grinned causing Jenna to frown. Taking a glance at Jenna he saw the worry in her features and gently passed Robert over to her. "I'm not having my child be used as a weapon, Cas. You hear me?" Dean lowered his voice but the threat could be heard. "At some point in his life he will be the weapon. You do understand that." The angel replied and looked to them both. Intersecting Sam got between them all. "Guys, can we find out what's going on with this darkness first?" He said fairly. The angel sat down between the pair of them. "We are yet to learn what it is. The darkness predates us, the angels. " His eyes fell upon Jenna as she entered the room. "It's effected power signals across the country and small towns have vanish." all eyes were on the angel as Jenna sat on the empty chair next to Dean who was standing. "Could this break Lucifer out of his cage?" She pressed him and leant her elbows on the table. All three hunters were looking at Castiel for answers, answers he didn't have. "We don't know." Sams back was ridged with those words and Dean placed a hand upon Jenna's shoulder. It was something that had bothered her every since Lucifer and Michael went there, they all knew that there would be a risk of it opening. "But what if it did?" Dean asked shrugging his shoulders. "Then they'd want to finish what they began." Jenna slumped back into the chair with those words. The last thing they all wanted was for the apocalypse to happen again. "Fuck." spoke Sam and wiped a hand down his face. "Can that actually happen again? A lots happened since then." Sams worried face spoke. All eyes were on Castiel as he shrugged and the sinking feeling in Jenna's stomach at the prospect just wouldn't go away. Cas righted himself and brushed down his coat as he addressed them all. "Rowena is loose and Crowley is missing, which isn't a good start." he looked at Jenna. "keep Robert safe, Crowley and rowena will be after him if they find out." She swallowed and nodded her head. "Where are you going?" Dean asked his friend. "I need to know where they are." Cas replied before vanishing.
Jenna pulled both hands down her face with a deep sigh. "This isn't good…. Really not good." Panic had set in and was evident as she cupped her head in her hands. Sam still had yet to speak, sat glued to his chair. He didn't want Lucifer free, he and Michael would come for Dean and himself. Then what? Would they kill Jenna? Robert? Would Michael want the baby for himself? The questions were mounting. "Hey." Sam looked up at his brother. "You good?" Dean needed the reassurance from his younger sibling that all would be okay but Sam's shake of the head no told him everything he was fearing himself.