Well, its the usual. I don't own SPN or any of its stars. I hope you like this chapter, though I won't introduce Crowley or Castiel in until the next season, like in the show. I only put mentions of them in this chapter. Thanks to my reviewers, you guys are awesome! Oh, and shout out to my friend Turtlelove2! She is new to Fanfiction! She just started a story! If you guys are minecraft fans, you'll like this, although, you don't have to know anything about minecraft to read it. The story is great, check it out!

Chapter Eight:

I stared at Sam's lifeless body on the bed. Yep, my baby brother was dead. His face was pale, and his hands layed across his stomach. He looked like he was asleep, that he was going to wake up any minute from a nightmare, screaming my name. I wished he would just wake up. But he wouldn't. I had already lost my dad, almost lost Dean, and now I'd lost Sam. All to that one damn demon that couldn't stand just to leave our broken family be. I couldn't feel my heart beating, and all I kept thinking about was the ten years that I'd been away from my baby brother.

I turned out of the dingy bedroom, to the kitchen where Dean sat at the table, his eyes fixed on nothing, an empty bottle of whiskey on the table in front of him. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. At first he didn't even react to me there, then he turned and threw his arms around my waist, burying his face in my t-shirt. He cried silently, but his whole body shook with every sob. Tears streamed down my face and dripped down onto his gray shirt, making it even darker.

Something then popped into my mind. Soul selling. Crossroads demons. I gently kissed Dean on his head, then unwound his arms from me. He looked up, shocked, when I grabbed the impala keys, and my leather jacket. I could see the fear in his eyes. Fear that I was going to leave again. "I'll be right back, I promise I won't leave again-" I bent down to kiss his cheek. "-Ever." I then walked out of the beat-up shack we were staying in, and drove until I found the nearest dirt crossroad.

Once there, I left the impala running and went to the trunk, assembling what I would need to bring the crossroad demon. I dug a hole in the middle of the crossroad, the headlights of the impala lighting my way. Once done, I stood up and waited. "C'mon! I don't have forever!" I yelled. If this didn't pan out, I had to go back to the shack and bury a brother, then comfort another, and prayed he didn't do something stupid, like I was doing now. "But I do, love." A british voice said behind me .

I spun on the heel of my boot, to come face to face with a demon with dark brown hair, and brown eyes that flashed red. "I know why your here, love. But, I've come to make you a different offer." He said. I was confused. "Wait, then you don't want my soul?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. He shook his head. "Nope, I don't want your soul. Do you want to hear my offer?" He asked, swinging a pocket watch around his finger. I nodded silently. What other offer? All I ever heard of was soul selling. "I want you to carry my child. Half demon, half human. If anything comes to harm this baby while your carry it, Sam drops dead."

I was shocked. Did I want to have a half demon baby? Not really. Did I want to hear Sam's laugh, his voice? Hell yes, I did. "Okay, I accept. So, when I'm done carrying your child, I can give it up without Sam dropping dead?" I asked curiously. He didn't say I had to raise the child, only that I had to carry it. "Yes, you can give the child up when you give birth without Sam dropping dead. All you need to do is give birth to it." He said. I nodded. "Okay, I accept."

I barely got the words out when his lips touched mine, and he rubbed his hands across my belly. Instead of feeling pain like I expected to do, I felt a warm feeling. I smiled. The demon moved away from me. "You will give birth in nine months," He said, then disappeared. I gave a shaky breath at what I just did, and turned back to the impala.

~Carry On My Wayward Children~

I got back to the shack a little over thirty minutes later. I walked in and made my way to the kitchen where Dean was, and now...Sam. "Sammy," I sighed his name when I saw him sitting next to Dean. I shook off my coat and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He seemed shocked for a moment, then hugged me back. I let go, then turned to look at Dean. He was glaring at me. "What did you do?" He demanded.

Sam silently stepped away from me. "I summoned a crossroads demon. I made a deal." I said sitting down at the table and rubbing my eyes. My brother had been dead for a full twenty-four hours, and I hadn't slept any that time. "How long did you get, Ant?" He almost roared at me, and leaned down until our noses almost touched. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I was shocked, but then quickly shook it off. "I got nine months," I said without thinking. He jerked back away from me, and I saw the agony and pain in his eyes.

I then realized what I had said. I jumped up. "Wait! No! I didn't sell my soul! I'm going to have a half demon child." I cried out. I just wanted him to know that I didn't sell my soul, and I wasn't going to die until the good lord decided to bring me home. Dean looked shocked, but it was Sam who freaked out. "No! No! I'm going to go get you out of this deal!" He yelled and grabbed the impala keys off the table. "Sammy, no!" I said, tears running down my face. He looked back at me, and I could see the hurt in his eyes that I would bring a half human child into the world.

"What?" He ground out between clenched teeth. "You try to get me out of this deal or I try to abort or hurt this baby in any way, you drop dead on the spot." I said, tears running down my face. His face wiped of emotion as he sat the keys down and gripped the back of the chair. He nodded. "Okay, okay. We can deal with this."

~Carry On My Wayward Children~

"Athena," A gravely voice said behind me. I turned around. There standing behind me was a man. He was a few inches shorter than Dean with black hair, and big blue eyes. He wore a blue tie, and a trench coat. "Who are you?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips. "My name is Castiel, and I'm an angel of the Lord." He said simply, as if I'd believe that. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England." He shook his head at me. "No, your Athena Aurora Winchester. Who in fact just got pregnant with a demon's baby. I came here to take care of it."

I then realized he wasn't kidding. I put my hands on my stomach. "No, you're not. My brother is not going to die." I ground out, stepping away from him. He looked shocked. "No, I'm not going to kill your baby, I'm going to give you a baby that's half angel." He said taking a move towards me. I took a step back. "Why?" I demanded. He cocked his head to the side. "Because it's an order from Heaven." He looked dead serious.

Suddenly he was right in front of me. He put his hands on my stomach, and again I felt that warm feeling. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You won't remember this dream. You won't remember me. I will be back when Heaven orders me here." He then gently kissed my cheek, and disappeared.

I woke up with a gasp.