Chuck ran off like the devil was on his tail and I wilted. I was worried for him, really, but it had already been a long day and my mind was shutting down. I had delivered babies (a first), lost a patient (again, a first), found out that those babies were my older brothers, and then found out that my boyfriend was God.

I looked over at Bobby to see him gazing back and forth between the two babies, adoration on his face. I realized he was crying. Bobby did not cry… did he?

I looked down at the baby in my arms to find him staring up at me. "Hey baby Sammy," I cooed softly, smiling as his eyes lit up. What was it about babies and puppies that made everyone start cooing at them? Baby Sam waved around his delicate little baby fists and gurgled. I glanced back up at the room as baby Sammy yawned and stuck his fingers in his mouth.

Bobby had that glow, like the proudest father in the world. My heart hurt a bit because I'd never once been looked at like that, but I was happy for my brothers. I didn't think John Winchester had been capable of looking at anyone like that. They deserved a good parent- after all, I'd had my mom.

Crowley was watching the happy family scene with total demonic disgust. I smirked at him and he sneered back at me childishly, but he didn't leave the room.

Cas was staring down at the sleeping baby Dean, completely pure love surrounding them like a safety shield. Tears were still silent dripping down his face, but he didn't seem to notice. I couldn't watch them for too long, though; I was still a bit angry and hurt with them for what they'd done to me.

Jesse had come back in and was hovering in the doorway. He met my gaze and his eyes were sad but curious as to the different atmosphere. I shook my head to tell him that I'd explain later.

Baby Sammy had drifted off to sleep in my arems. I walked over to Bobby. "Do you want to hold him?" It was a totally rhetorical question.

Bobby swallowed and nodded, taking my big-little brother gently. He seemed content to stay that way forever and I was assured that my brothers were both safe, so I caught Crowley's eye and headed out the door.

"What's with this 'God' business?" I asked, knowing Crowley had followed me out.

"I knew you Winchesters were dumb, but surely you are not that stupid?" He popped up in front of me with his brow raised and his arms crossed.

"No," I snapped, not in the mood for banter. "I am not stupid; I understand the whole soul and essence part, but why are we figuring this out now? He wasn't God before, just a mostly human prophet."

Crowley sighed. "Fine, I'll tell you," he told me, exasperated as if I'd been pestering him instead of bouncing my confusion off of him. "But only because the angel won't." He sounded far too defensive and I was beginning to think Crowley wasn't as aloof as we thought. "God has given up, and it ain't on the humans. He hates the angels and what they've come to represent. It's why he saved little Castiel, an angel far below his superiors' notice." Saved Castiel? When, and from what? I'd ask the others later.

"So…?"

"So the angels convinced Joseph," he began, bringing up one more person I didn't know about, "to tell them God's whereabouts. Michael then convinced God to relinquish his powers, along with his role as 'supreme ruler of the universes'," here Crowley flashed his now demon black eyes to show just what he thought of this description, "to someone… less weary of the world. Rather, less weary of their ways, but that's not how they see it. God is dead, boy."

"And…" My sluggish brain was making an admirable effort to keep up.

"And, dimwit," Crowley growled, "the only living being with the potential to take on that kind of role is your miserable, drunken prophet. His body is adjusted around a piece of God's essence- now it just has to accommodate the rest. That's why he almost died, and why his soul was pushed from his body with Sami's 'gift' from above. He cannot fully embody the role until his soul- the human piece- moves on and leaves room for the process to finish."

"So… Chuck's not God?" I clarified.

"For all intents and purposes, yes, he is. He's got all of the same powers, really, they're just untapped and about one trillionth less potent. I've just bound him in human form."

"You?" I knew the demon was powerful, but binding God seemed like it would be on a whole 'nother level.

Crowley shrugged. "Well, technically you." I stared at him blankly. "Your deal?" he reminded me.

"I… I bound God?" My stomach lurched in horror and disbelief. This was all too much. I was just an innocent pre-med college student with an absent father I'd met less than a handful of times. I hadn't grown up knowing about hunters or their lifestyle. I hadn't wanted to be eaten alive by ghouls. I hadn't asked to be Michael's only alternate vessel. I didn't want this.

Crowley was chuckling happily. "Oh, you Winchesters and your absurdly horrible luck…" Not for the first time I wished that John Winchester had never noticed Kate Milligan. Then I would never have been born and the world would sincerely be a better place. I hadn't made a single important contribution to the world that was positive, but I'd made a hell of a lot of negative ones. Crowley cackled again, even more maliciously than before. "How does it feel to make out with God? You Winchesters can't fall in love with normal beings, can you? A werewolf and a demon for Sammy boy, an angel for Dean, but God… You take the cake." I was getting more and more disgusted with myself.

"Leave him alone," someone ordered and we turned to see Jesse standing a few feet from us. I wondered how long he had been standing there. Crowley was still laughing too hard to throw in a biting comment. He threw Jesse a mock salute and disappeared. Everything was suddenly very quiet- I hadn't realized how loud we'd been.

"So…" Jesse walked over and stood next to me. "He's God, huh? I so take back that useless comment." I blanched, the protective surge rising inside me once again at the reminder. "Sorry 'bout that, by the way," Jesse told me sincerely. "I didn't say it to be cruel, but I know it was and I am sorry it hurt you. I just wanted to protect you, ya know? I didn't want him to die or anything, I just thought we were better off waiting for some info on where he was and all that. So, uh…." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Apology accepted."

"What's up?" he asked after a moment.

I shook my head; the standard teenage boy "not much" didn't apply here. "It's all weird," I said, sighing.

Jesse nodded. "I'll head back in there," he said. "Want to check what's taking them so long with the baby formula?"

"Sure," I agreed, not hearing the question. It registered a few moments later and I headed to the main house. I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen to see a strange sight playing out. Becky had a small vial raised to her lips. It was filled with a dark silver, faintly glowing liquid. She drank it all and dropped the empty glass to the floor where it shattered. Her eyes widened before closing as she fainted. A little whimper escaped her, signifying that whatever she'd drunk was putting her in pain. Chuck had reached out to catch her shoulders before she could crack her head open on the counter. He lowered her slowly to the ground.

"What did you do to her?" I asked, hearing myself sound a bit appalled. I still couldn't feel anything, really- just this terrifying numbness. I figured my brain was in the process of protecting me.

Chuck looked up, surprised and a bit guilty. "She consented."

I nodded. "Okay… but what was it?" I sounded much more normal now.

He shook his head. "I can't explain it yet. I don't… I don't have the words for it. It's just really important. It was supposed to be Lynn, but I couldn't go through with it. I guess that's good, because now Sam and Dean are back, but… it's so much more painful if the person isn't pregnant already."

My brain worked through that and froze. "Wait… already? What's that going to do to her?"

He shuffled his feet awkwardly (my brain registered the cuteness, but I shut it down fast, because I couldn't be thinking like that right now) but met my eyes. "I'll make her pregnant. With, um, all of our child. It's destined to, uh, save the world?"

"All of us?" I swallowed. "Who, exactly, is included 'all of us'?"

"Uh… You, me, Cas, Crowley, and Bobby." He seemed to be bracing himself for my anger, but I didn't have it in me at the moment. I was wasted.

"Okay."

"…Okay?"

I shrugged. "Do you want me to be angry?"

"No!" he said quickly. "I just… I didn't think…"

I yawned and messed up my hair sleepily. "Look, I don't really approve, but… I'll think about it later, 'kay? I just kinda want to go sleep… for a few days, preferably… and not have to think."

He nodded and dropped to his knees, digging out the formula. He handed it over to me. "We just have to make sure Sam and Dean are taken care of and then you can sleep."

I nodded. "Okay."

We headed back to the hut where not much had changed. Baby Dean had woken up now and was squirming in Cas' arms, crying a little. "Bet he's hungry," I said quietly. Cas met my eyes and nodded. He seemed a bit worried. "He'll be fine, don't worry. Little babies eat, sleep, and poop a lot. They're pretty useless for the first few months, except they're really cute. Just like a puppy." Cas nodded, looking a bit relieved. I figured I'd get over my grudges and show him how to care for a baby later- he wasn't going to be setting Dean down any time soon.

Bobby was still cradling baby Sam, rocking him a little. He seemed more at peace than ever since I'd met him. "How are you holding up?" I asked, setting some formula down near him for when Sam woke up.

"Good, boy, and you?" he said. He was actually smiling.

"Uh, fine, I think," I said. "Just, ya know, tired?"

He nodded. "It's been a long day."

"Yeah." Chuck was hesitating by the door, fidgeting under Crowley's evil eye glare and Jesse's slightly awed stares. Again, adorable, but I was too tired to think so much. "Can you give Cas a hand with feeding Dean? He's hungry now that he's woken up. I kinda just want to go get some sleep."

Bobby nodded. "Sure thing. Sleep good, kid."

I nodded and headed out, stumbling a bit in the doorway and bumping my shoulder on the wood. It probably would have hurt, but my mind was a bit hazy. I only felt this drunk when I was really exhausted and about to collapse.

Chuck followed me out, seeming to relax now that no one was staring at him. "You okay?" he asked, a bit worried about the slightly crooked, stumbling path I was taking back to the house.

"Yup," I said, and he let it go. We got to my room and I stumbled to the bed, gracelessly falling in a heap on top of it. I gave up on the covers and just straightened out, fighting hard not to fall asleep as soon as my head was on the pillow. Chuck was headed back out of the room, but I grabbed hold of his sleeve before he was out of my reach. "Stay. Please?"

He looked surprised. "You want me to? I thought… with everything…?"

I pulled him down beside me. "Doesn't matter now." I sighed, but my brain was bothering me with one more thing that it wanted answered before it would let me sleep. I knew that nagging feeling and I knew that it could keep me awake for hours. "Are you scared, about the God thing?"

I heard him sigh, but my eyes had closed and refused to open. "Yes." I reached out and pulled him closer to me, keeping my arms around him. "Are you?"

"Uh-huh," I said sleepily, my words starting to slur just a little. "We'll figure it out, though. I love you."

I heard him say he loved me, too, just as I was finally drifting off to sleep.