This chapter was a pain in the aah to write! How did Chuck do it?

May 7, 2011
Pike Creek, Delaware

On this great day, I'm sitting on Grandma's couch, in her house. Actually, it's Aunt Amy's now, due to what was in Grandma's will, but Aunt Amy said Natalie and I could have it.

I'm here because Alice is hosting my baby shower.

My best boy friend (notice the space) offered to sit with me. "Go ahead." I granted. Tim smiled politely as he sat down. This platinum blonde boy has been in love with me since Kindergarten. I need to get Alice to ditch her jerk of a boyfriend, so I can convince Tim to talk to Alice.

Speaking of…Alice now makes sure we were all settled in before she started. "I don't think we all know each other, so, just letting everyone know…I'm Alice."

"Adelina," Colby corrected with a cough. I covered my mouth to hide my smile. Seeing Colby back to his old self made me happy. He had been wreck since Adrie had left permanently. Teasing on Alice told me he was getting better.

Alice sighed. "Yes, my first name is Adelina, but I prefer my middle name, Alice." She informed.

"Whatever," Colby shrugged, stretching out on the loveseat he was sharing with Emily. "I'm Colby."

"Jackson," he mumbled. I noticed he was keeping an eye on Tim. Figured as much.

"Ben," Mr. Burke the librarian continued. "Lynn better hope she's having a boy. A, she's naming it Little Ben. B, I bought a boy onesie. C, even if it's a girl, she'll still look cool in what I got."

This earns him an eye raised from Colby, and a glare from Jackson.

"My name is Em-a-lee," the little one introduced, playing with a big slinky. "I'm three. My big brother not here because he went on a field trip." She informed.

"At least he's having fun, I hope," I said.

"I'm Tim!" he carried on.

"Natalie," my sister introduced casually, playing with her screen touch phone. Or is it called vice versa-?

"I'm Cadence," the fourteen year old chimed.

"Aaaand I'm Lynn," I groaned. "Can we get this over with? This-"

"-party is just getting started!" Megan yelled as she burst in. "Sorry we're late!"

"Sorry," my almost eleven month old twin sisters babble as they wobble in.

"Whoa," Ben gasped, when he saw Sera. "She got big, and she has a twin." He noticed.

"Hi," Sera greeted Ben. "Uter." She reminded.

"What?" I asked.

"I think she means computer," Ben realized. "Hey, that means she remembers me!" he gawked like a teenager.

"Al," Adena said to Alice. "Store."

"You went to the store?" Alice assumed. Adena nodded. "Cool!"

"They can talk really good," Tim praised.

"It's an an-" I stopped myself short, remembering that Ben is the only one in the house who doesn't know the truth. Poor guy.

"They'll be gifted and talented when they go to school," Colby saved.

"NOW we can start!" I decided. "I just want to get this over with."

"Me," Adena came up to me and handed me a newly wrapped gift.

"Thank you," I told her, accepting the gift.

"Come," she said happily.

I open the gift to see a green onesie that read: 'I love my aunt.' "Awww!" I gushed.

The next onesie was from Ben. It was blue, with library books. "That's funny." I admitted.

"Well reading is good, so get Little Ben on that asap." Ben urged.

Alice had bought a humongous box of diapers; Colby again proves his love of baby clothes by giving me a bunch of onesies, shirts, and shorts/pants; Jackson got me a bottle set – two four ounce bottles, two six ounce, and two eight ounces; Serafina handled the food – she got cans of formula and Gerber baby food of different flavors.

Tim got me a white blanket with an angel on it. He winked at me to hint the angel meaning. This earned him another glare from Colby.

Natalie, Cadence, Megan, and Emily all got baby toys of all kinds: blocks, a walker, bath toys, a rattle, a pacifier, etc. I think The Little Guy has everything now.

A little later, while lunch is being made by Megan and Colby (oh joy), I caught Tim sitting outside on the porch steps, throwing a stick for Lucky. "Hey Tim." I greeted, slowly sitting down next to him, which I probably shouldn't.

I really am big. Getting up won't be easy.

When I was comatose from the souls, one of my 'dreams' was Crowley sending Emily and I to exactly this month and year, right when I was due. I saw my future self – much as I appear now, and I felt déjà vu from remembering.

I silently snort. The future me had taken my angel killing sword to kill Teivel. I outsmarted myself!

"Hey Lynn," Tim greeted back, his cobalt eyes gazing into my emerald orbs. "I miss you." He admitted.

"I miss you too," I returned. "How are you?"

"Fine…" he trailed.

Lucky comes up with the stick; Tim takes it and throws it out. "He's a smart dog." He noted.

"He's a skinwalker." I corrected.

"A what-?"

"Half human and half dog in his case. I've never seen what he really looks like; he always stays as a dog."

"...whoa,"

"Yeah,"

"Like the twilight movies?"

"Does he look like a werewolf to you!"

Tim shook his head. "I guess there really are things that go bump in the night,"

"Yep." I nodded. "Anyways," I stopped when Lucky returned for another throw. "Tim?"

"Yeah?" he looked at me innocently.

I sighed. "If I wasn't…who I am…if I was really Lynn Logan, as I believed I was…human…then I would have been with you, Tim. The way you are is rare. There are not a lot of decent guys like you."

"I know." Tim admitted quietly, sighing himself. "When Alice told me about you, the real you…I knew I lost my chance with you. But, Lynn? Don't ask me to stop loving you. I don't think I could do that."

"I wasn't going to." I promised.

"That would be like asking you to stop loving the man who put the hand imprint on your shoulder."

Eyes wide, I make my right shoulder visible, to see the burn hand imprint given by Cas, when he raised me from Hell. Dean has one too for the same reason.

"How do you know I-"

"You showed me, remember? And I could tell you loved him when you told me about him."

I did tell him almost everything. That's true.

I look down in shame.

Lucky whines at my sudden mood change. Tim throws the stick to get him away. "I didn't mean to upset you," he apologized. "I only wanted to-"

I quickly grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. After a moment of shock, he kisses back. When I pull away, I grinned nervously. "Think of that as a goodbye kiss?"

"Goodbye kiss accepted," Tim acknowledged. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Um, I don't want to ruin the moment, but…Alice said she-"

"She's breaking up with her boyfriend-?" I guessed with a flashy grin.

"She told you too?"

I gasped. My guess was correct?

"Err…yeah," I lied.

"Well, after a little while, maybe when school ends…do you think I should-"

"ASK HER OUT?" I gleamed. "YES, ABSOLUTELY!"

Tim gleamed back. "Then I will." He promised.

We broke out laughing. Lucky tilted his head in confusion.

May 18, 2011
Miami, Florida

On this great night at home, Addy and Sera were half asleep on the couch with half empty sippies, watching Finding Nemo.

Megan and Colby wanted to go walk along the beach, and they wanted to drag me with them.

"Fine. Only if Lucky can come."

Jackson promises to watch the twins. "You can bring the girls if you want," I suggested. "I don't want to leave you behind."

"It's okay," he reassured with a faint smile.

So the four of us go out the door and zap ourselves to the beach, now walking down the sand, close to the tide. We're barefoot.

Lucky trots ahead of us, and I notice that his fur is long. I should get him shaved for the upcoming summer time. I mentally note the objective in my brain.

It's got to be somewhere in the low seventies right now, even though it's night time. Welcome to Florida I guess…

I keep my hands over my stomach as we walk. The Little Guy is kicking vividly.

Eventually, Megan and Colby (and Lucky) get far ahead of me, so I decide to zap myself home.

I suddenly remember Grandma's warnings against doing that.

Tears brim my eyes as I go through the darkness to my room upstairs. In said room, the twins are fast asleep in their new, shared (and big) crib. Jackson is sat in a large brown chair next to the crib; he's leaned back…dozed off.

I grin evilly. Maybe he won't hear me. I creep over to him, and bend a little to poke his cheek to see if he budges.

He's out.

I give him a kiss on the cheek. "You're so good with Addy and Sera," I whispered. "I know you'll be just as good with the next one. You're awesome Jackson." I admitted.

"I know I am."

I almost jumped back when he opened one eye at me and smiled. "I was created based off what you like, so, of course I'm awesome." He reminded.

"You wise ass," I laughed. "I'm going to bed…come with me?"

"Yeah," he gets up, and joins me in my comfy haven.

"Okay, I know you're cuddly because of me," I realized with a laugh. He helps cover me up tightly. "Thanks." I sighed sleepily.

"You're welcome."

"Good night."

"Good night."

"I…I, well, you know."

"I know."

I turn over, embarrassed and ashamed at the same time.

The Little Guy kicks me in a no doubt scolding manner.

When my eyes open, I feel wrong. Incredibly wrong.

Jackson's not next to me. This bed is too big. I feel funny.

I widen my orbs, slightly blinded by dim lighting in the room. I turn to lay on my back, looking up to see I'm in a red canopy bed.

A hotel room-?

Wait…it can't be…NO!

I shoot up, and look around. The evil red chair is in the corner of the room. I know it's staring me down.

I'm wearing an oversized white silk gown, probably designed to fit me perfectly since this is a dream.

Teivel's dream to be exact.

I look around for the angel. I am curious on what he is the angel of.

Stiffly, I get off the bed, feeling very exposed in only a silk gown. My eyes aren't twitching, which only happens when The Little Guy feels threatened, and The Little Guy will literally possess me to protect me.

My eyes turn orange when this happens. I can't express enough how insane the phenomenon is.

And then Teivel is there, by the door to the upper left of the bed, far across from the red chair. Glossy shadow black hair darker than demon eyes, fiery orange eyes, tan skin, and he is wearing a red hoodie.

He is so good looking for an evil angel.

"Lynn Logan," he addressed. "It's almost time." He said with excitement.

Dread quickly fills me up just by looking at him.

"Yeah…" I deadpanned.

"You will have our child, and then we can live in paradise," Teivel decided. "After all this time…I am ready."

"I'm ready for you to die," I insulted. "Which is what will happen if you come near me."

He shakes his head irritably. "Jackson is an easy foe, and so is Colby. They are both demons. I can smite them together just by touching them. Megan's weakness is her Grace. I outmatch them all." He threatened.

"Rylie's dead," I informed to change the subject.

"Is he?" Teivel sounded amused. "Then he was a…how would he say it…a dumbass."

My mouth opens from confusion.

"Which reminds me…what is your favorite kind of coffee?"

"I…wait; did you just ask what my favorite coffee is?" I said, dumbfounded.

Teivel nodded with a seductive smile. "I did."

"…why?"

"I want to make you happy. I can start by giving you what you like."

"You can make me happy by going away," I mumbled. "You're sounding like Lucifer right now."

"Am I?"

"Yes!"

"What happened when you first met him in Carthage?" Teivel wondered.

"What-?" what the hell is he doing? "It…well…" I sighed.

I found myself back at the trees. He was finishing his digging, to put the now lifeless bodies that contained demons into the huge hole in the ditch. Slowly, I etched my way closer. I felt incredibly drawn to him.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" I hoped not.

"I would never do that." He reassured, digging still.

"You know who I am?" I assumed.

"Yes," he answered.

I hesitated. "What did you do with Nick?" I questioned.

"He's in here, doing what he can to contain me." He answered.

"So, he's okay? He's alive?" I greatly assumed.

"Well…kinda," he shrugged. "You don't have to be afraid." He promised.

"But…you're the Devil." I pointed out the obvious.

That made him stop. "Is that what you think?"

That night returned to me clearly the more I thought about it. From Ellen and Jo dying, to seeing Hellhounds for the first time, to Cas ordering me not to go talk to Lucifer, to having Daddy Devil tell me about Lilith.

"You've never spoken to anyone about that, haven't you?" Teivel realized.

I slowly shake my head.

"You haven't talked to anyone about many of your experiences, have you?" he caught on.

"No," I rasped.

"Funny," Teivel said simply. "You tell Jackson to his face that you love Colby, yet you can tell me about meeting your father."

"What's your point?" I spat.

"I think that tells you something about me." He praised.

Oh, no. "You're trying to pull Stockholm Syndrome on me." I realized. "I've seen way too many Lifetime movies for this. It won't work."

"We'll see," Teivel replied. "Anything else you want to let out?" he offered.

"NO," I yelled.

"Really? Not that after all you have been through with both, you still prefer Dean over Sam? Or about this warlock you have dreaming of? What about-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THAT?" I exclaimed with panic.

"You write a lot in your journals," Teivel admitted. "Maybe Jackson could tell you more. He reads them more than I."

"Leave my shit alone!" I roared. "Leave me alone! Quit stalking me! GO AWAY!" I screeched.

A deadly thudding kick from The Little Guy makes me keel over.

Teivel flies over and catches me before I landed. The Little Guy kicks again, with aggression, and it hurts me. "Gah!" I blindly clutch Teivel's chest with both hands.

"What's he doing?" Teivel asked, grasping my stomach. His face looks incredibly alarmed when he feels a dangerous kick.

"It's-it's-like he-he's t-trying to kick himself out!" I cried. "Make it stop!"

Teivel looked both excited and nervous. "This means it's time."

May 19, 2011

On this horrible…middle of night, night, I woke up screaming. The Little Guy would not stop kicking horribly. Nausea and crying came into the equation.

"Lynn, are you in labor?" I barely heard Jackson.

"You dumb shit! What do you think!" Colby yelled. "Get her to the hospital!"

"NOOOO!" I yelled, and the light on the ceiling broke, and it wasn't even turned on.

"This is bad!" Megan yelled out.

"We can't bring her to the hospi-" I swiped my hand at Jackson's mouth uncontrollably. My eyes are twitching. "We need to bring the hospital to her." He decided.

"It's three in the morning!" Colby remarked. "How are we-?"

I latched my hands onto my face and screamed from pain. My nails dug into my face harshly. I wanted to rip my stomach open and take the kicking devil out of me.

"Keep her calm!" Colby ordered Megan. He and Jackson were gone.

"Oh, crap!" Megan yelped. "Lynn? It's Megan, you're okay…"

"I'M NOT OKAY!" I yelled angrily. "IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!" My face started hurting from my dug in nails.

Megan looked behind her to see that Adena and Serafina were wide awake, standing up in their crib, watching over with wide eyes.

"Addy, Sera," Megan soothed. "Your sister's okay. She's just about to have her baby, okay? I need you to be quiet and to be good."

"No," Sera spat.

"No," Addy copied.

"Now is a bad time to tell me no," Megan warned.

Through my agony in the bed, my two demons returned with a bed headed man wearing a white shirt and white shorts. Probably sleep wear.

"Miss Logan?" he recognized me.

I grabbed my ears now, feeling blood drip down my face. "How did I get here?" the man demanded. "Where are we?"

"She's about to have her baby," Colby told him. "Now deliver!"

"Excuse me-?" the man gasped. "If she's in labor then she needs to be at-"

"No hospital!" Jackson cut in.

"STOOOOOOP!" I lean my head far back into my pillow. "STOPSTOPSTOP!" I begged.

"I've never seen this before," the man said, a little calmer.

"That's because Lynn is half angel and half demon, ready to birth a half angel and half demon baby." Colby informed.

"Who am I, Tom Hanks?" the man laughed nervously. "You're joking, right?"

"NO," I answered.

Another kick – this one was the worse. I let out a sob.

"HER STOMACH JUST MOVED!" Megan panicked. "Does that happen?" she was eyes wide.

"Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," the man murmured. "This baby is ready to come out." He straightened up and approached me. "Miss Logan?"

"Huh-?" I look at the familiar man in the eyes.

"It's Dr. Ryan," he clarified.

"Doctor," I sighed.

"I have to tell you something." Dr. Ryan said. "Sam is coming."

Another kick. This one was gentler. "Sam? My baby?" I realized, remembering Sam was our code name so I wouldn't learn the gender.

"Yes. Sam is ready to come out and meet you," he said brightly. "Are you ready? Are you ready for Sam to look up at you?"

"It hurts…" I whimpered.

"I know, honey. We'll get Sam out and you'll feel better." Dr. Ryan promised. He pulled away and looked at Colby and Jackson.

"I can't do this by myself."

"I'll do whatever you need me to." Colby promised.

"I need those girls out of here," Dr. Ryan pointed at the twins.

"Megan?" Jackson pleaded.

"I got it," Megan lifted Adena out, and then her sister. She took both their hands and led them out of the room.

"I'll need the proper supplies for a C-Section," Dr. Ryan added. "…and a birth certificate."

When everything is clear, I feel calmer, and in no pain. I already know I'm in a hospital bed. I can smell it.

I crane my head right, just as a tall brown haired man came into my room with two cups of coffee.

Sam. The real Sam.

…where is my Sam?

"Thanks," Dean accepts the Styrofoam cup from Sam, and looks at me from a chair he's in. "Good morning," he next to groaned. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm…fine…" I answered slowly. "How…how did you know to come-?"

"We were told you, uh," Dean cleared his throat. "Kept calling out for your brothers."

Embarrassment fills me. "I thought you would deny something like this."

Dean shakes his head. "No. No, I'm done denying everything." He blatantly admitted.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. He was obviously going beyond what I was saying. Dean looks down at the ground, then up at Sam, and then he quickly steps out of the room.

Sam only sighed lightly. "I told him that you at least have a right to know."

"Know what?" I asked nervously. I didn't like where this was going.

Sam went into serious mode, and told me a story.

A story about a group of women called Amazons who used men to multiply. Their offspring were born almost two days after being conceived, and grew very, very quickly.

Dean was a victim of the Amazons, and had an Amazon daughter who would have killed him if not for Sam.

I only stared at Sam deeply when he finished, until I built the courage to say, "You tell me that now of all times-?"

"Well you just had your baby, so it sort of came up for Dean," Sam pointed out. "And I think when we had your little cousin help us with a case did something to him also." He added.

"Little cousin? Case?" I repeated.

"Oh, Emily, she helped us out a lot." Sam clarified.

"I'm surprised Balthazar let you take her," I said sarcastically. "Speaking of…where is my baby?"

"Uh, nursery," Sam informed. "Colby politely convinced the doctors to leave the birth certificate here until you could see it." He pointed at the document to the table right of me.

I almost didn't grab it. I hesitate. It's time to find out who The Little Guy is.

Finally grabbing it, I read the top portion thoroughly.

Birth Certificate

This certifies that CLIFTON CASTIEL WINCHESTER

Sex: Male

Was born to: LYNN ANGELA LOGAN

And:

On Thursday at 413 hours, this 19th day of May 2011

"Oh," I squeaked. "Clifton…"

"He's got one hell of a name," Sam admitted. "Dean likes it. And…I'm sure Cas would have, too."

"Yeah," I really named my baby after Cas, and Sam and Dean. It really is one hell of a name. Why am I being repetitive?

"I'll go get the doctor," Sam offered. "Congratulations, Lynn." He touched my shoulder warmly before leaving.

In a few minutes, Dr. Ryan comes in. Uh-oh.

"Miss Logan," he nodded.

"How are you here? You're a Delaware doctor." I remembered.

"I can't answer that," Dr. Ryan sighed. "Your friends did something to make everybody here a little…weird. Like they don't care."

"I get it," I finished.

"Anyways," he continued. "Sam came out with no problems. Eight pounds. Beautiful eyes." He praised.

"Can I see him?" I certainly hope so.

"Yes ma'am, I'll see about bringing him in shortly." Dr. Ryan decided.

"Thank you Doctor," I said sincerely. When he walks out, I breathe deeply until he returns with a wheeled-crib from the nursery.

A baby is laying in it.

My baby.

Clifton.

I sit up as Dr. Ryan pulls the nursery bed up next to me. "Here you are," he gently lifted up my wrapped baby and handed him to me.

"Oh," I sighed as I held him tightly. Probably recognizing me from touch, he opens his eyes and looks directly at me.

"I'll admit he scared me when he gave me direct eye contact," Dr. Ryan said. "Then I remembered what your friend said he…what he is, so…"

"Angel advanced growth," I stated plainly. I look at Clifton continuously. His eyes…are bright, bright amber.

Almost on fire.

Of what little hair there is, it's shadowy black. He's even a little bit tan.

Just like Teivel.

No, no. He's got Sammy's face. Yes. He does.

"Hey little guy," I soothed. "I guess you know who I am, huh? This makes things easier."

He blinks, and then shuts his eyes.

Dr. Ryan bids his leave for a few minutes, taking off. I sigh to myself, watching Clifton sleep. Within seconds, Dean and Sam are back in.

"Two visitors at a time only," Sam informed.

"Cute," Dean said to me.

"Thanks," I replied solemnly.

"Clifton, right?" Dean named.

I nodded.

"Clifton…" Sam repeated. "Cliff, for short?"

"I was thinking more on Cliffy," I admitted. "Why? You like Cliff?"

"No, no, Cliff was uh, the name of Jensen's driver." Sam cleared his throat.

"He was Jared's driver too!" Dean retorted.

"Uh…guys?" I cut in.

"Yeah?" they said together, with slight bitter.

"Who the hell are Jared and Jensen?"