Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction starts right after "Road Kill," (approx. end of Feb. '06) and ends before "Lazarus Rising" (season 4). This story has some spoilers of Season 2 and 3. This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

"Breathe, Abby," Dean repeated at her bedside. Dr. Musgrove walked around him to check her vitals.

Dean was surprised at how fast he could drive on the highway in Georgia with out getting pulled over. He had hauled ass to Savannah as soon as they realized Abby had gone into labor. She was about to leave him, probably for good, when she collapsed near the hotel room door in a pile. Sam helped her regain consciousness and she yelped out in pain before demanding to go to Dr. Musgrove. In two seconds, Dean had her in his arms and rushed her in the Impala to the doctor.

"Dean, if you tell me to breathe one more time…" she threatened between clenched teeth. He smiled at her as she squeezed his hand tightly. He was only glad she didn't get back her vampire strength at that exact moment.

"How's she doin,' Doc?"

"She's doing great, Dean. Good job, Abby."

"Everybody put down the pom-poms," she joked, sighing as her contraction came to a halt.

"So pain wise," Dean started. "Would you rather get shot?"

"Oh, absolutely! This is much worse," she replied. He waited for her to add that she was only joking.

Their attention was drawn to the knock at the door.

"Hey, can I come in," Sam asked.

"Sure, Sam," Abby replied. Sam stood awkwardly near the door.

"How are you doing," he asked Abby.

"Oh, you know, childbirth is a breeze." She flashed him a warm smile.

Then it hit Dean like an eighteen wheeler. In a matter of an hour or less, he was going to be a dad. He started to feel sick.

"Dean, are you ok," Abby smirked. "You're turning green. You're not getting cold feet on me, are you? Because at this point," she said, patting her large stomach.

Dean didn't answer her. His head was going through a list of terrifying scenarios.

"Sam, could you take Dean out into the hall? I can get through this contraction myself," Abby said as she gripped the hand rails of the bed. "Please, Sam? He's going to lose it in a minute."

"Ok, I'll take him into the hallway. Do you need Dr. Musgrove," Sam asked Abby as he lightly led Dean out into the corridor.

"I'm right here, Sam," Dr. Musgrove smiled. "Go tend to your brother. It shouldn't be too long now." He walked back into the room to care for Abby, calling on his wife to manipulate Abby's thoughts to help her through the pain.

"Dean? Dean are you ok," Sam asked.

Dean couldn't find the words to answer. He felt catatonic, like this wasn't happening to him. Dean Winchester…a father? That wasn't a possibility.

"Yeah, you're going to be a dad," Sam said as he patted his shoulder. Dean had been thinking out loud.

"Sam, I can't. I can't be a dad."

"Well, it's a little late now," Sam laughed. Dean could hear Abby grunting in pain from the other room. It killed him to hear her going through such agony, knowing that he was the reason why.

"I can't be Dad, Sammy," Dean spoke honestly. "I'm scared shitless."

"What," Sam asked. "You're not going to be Dad. Why would you think that?"

"Look at the life we live, Sam. We're still hunting. She's," he said pointing towards Abby's room, "a hunter not to mention a vampire. How the fuck am I going to keep them out of this life? I don't want them dragged across the whole frickin' nation tracking down evil like we were raised!"

"They don't have to be, Dean. You have a choice. You can do what you want! In a way, you get to kinda start over with the kids."

"I don't know if I'm good enough," Dean confessed.

"Dean," Sam said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "you're going to make a great dad. And if you need any help with the kids, I plan on being a great uncle."

Dean smiled at his younger brother.

Abby's shrill scream brought him back to reality. He rushed back to the doorway and noticed a second cry. Dr. Musgrove was still over by Abby, who was too consumed by pain to know he was even there. In Catherine Musgrove's hands was a tiny wiggling form.

Dean approached slowly, followed close behind by Sam.

Catherine saw them draw near as she tended to the tiny bundle. The little form was surprisingly quiet and alert.

"Congratulations, Dean. It's a girl," she said, handing him the small pink bundle.

He cautiously took her into his arms and it instantly made him a believer in love at first sight. She was absolutely perfect. The baby swaddled in his arms yawned and started to fall asleep completely content. Dean felt unknowing tears slip out of his eyes.

"Hey there," he whispered. "I'm your dad."

"Congrats," Sam whispered over his shoulder. "She's really cute. She looks like a total mix of you two."

"But she has the green eyes of her daddy," Catherine interrupted. "Or, at least she will in a few months."

Abby's harsh scream brought Dean back from his surreal bliss with his newborn daughter. Another cry cut through the air. Dr. Musgrove handed another small form to his wife who took it over to a warming table.

"Congratulations again! It's a boy," she smiled, as she cleaned him and swaddled him as he cried.

Dean turned to his younger brother.

"You want to hold her," he asked him.

"Yeah, sure," Sam smirked as he nervously took the small baby girl from Dean's arms.

Catherine brought his newborn son to him and Dean once again fell in love instantly. But there was something more; he felt the internal need to protect them from everything bad in the world. And intermixed with that need was the solemn knowledge that he'd been gone from their lives far too soon.

He smiled down at his son, who was already nothing like his daughter. Though they looked similar, he was loud and squirmed.

"I guess you take after your mother," he joked, looking down at his perfect child.

"Well, he'll have her eyes," Catherine pointed to Abby. Dean grinned at her until he noticed her face was whiter than usual.

"Catherine, what's wrong," Dean said as he turned with his son towards Abby.

Abby was staring at the wall, gritting her teeth and growling. Dean watched in horror as she bent the bed rails she was gripping in her hands.

She hissed and her canines extended.
"Give me my children," she spat.

"Abby," Dean whispered, holding his son tight to him.

She lunged out of bed in a crouch, growling from deep within.

"Dean, Sam, get those babies out of here! She's getting all her vampire abilities back at once now that the pregnancy is over! Catherine hold her!"

The last thing Dean heard as he and Sam ran out of the building with his newborn twins was the crashing of furniture and Abby's horrifying snarl.