Imogen examined her surroundings as Dean turned the car up a dirt road, eventually pulling off in front of a very run down looking cabin.
"Are we really staying here tonight?" she whined, her hands laying on her very swollen belly.
"Yep," Dean confirmed, shutting off the car and turning to face his sister, "You'll be okay for one night, won't ya'?"
Another loud groan escaped the heavily pregnant teenager, "I guess… But why can't we get a motel?"
"Look, Em. I'm wrecked. I need sleep, this is one of Bobby's safe houses. That last case got me on the police radar again, so we need to lay low for a while."
"So because you and Sam keep breaking the law I have to sleep in a dirty old cabin that probably doesn't have electricity or indoor plumbing?"
Dean nodded with a smile, "Yeah pretty much," he agreed, "Look, we just have to get a few hours of sleep and then we can beat it. Day after tomorrow we'll be back at Bobby's until you blow."
Sam flinched, "Wow, that's a really lovely way of putting that, Dean."
Dean nodded, "Thank you for noticing."
"Fine," Imogen groaned, "Let's go inside. But I swear if there's spiders I'm sleeping in the Impala."
The trio got out of the car, grabbing their bags, and carrying them inside. There was just enough sunlight outside to illuminate the musty cabin. Dean played with a light switch that did absolutely nothing.
"No big deal," Dean stated, "We've got lanterns."
Imogen rolled her eyes and pulled out her cell phone, turning on the flashlight and shining it around, spotting a dusty couch and walking over to it, "Dibs!" she called, starting to knock some of the dust off of it.
Dean just rolled his eyes, setting his bag down on the floor, "Sammy, why don't you go on a supply run? Get us some beer and food."
Imogen nodded, "I'm starving."
Sam sighed, "Dean, the closest place is at least an hour away."
"Well, then you better hurry before they close," Dean said as he tossed Sam the keys to the Impala.
With a roll of his eyes Sam caught the keys and looked to his sister, "Wanna come?" he asked.
Imogen shook her head and lay a blanket down on the old couch, "No thanks, I'm exhausted."
Sam sighed, "Okay. What do you guys want to eat?"
"Pizza," Imogen said, laying back on the couch, "And chocolate."
"You always want chocolate," Dean interjected.
"It's called being pregnant," she propped herself up on her elbow, "Bring back some bottled water, okay? I know you guys only drink beer, but a girl can't live off of beer alone."
Sam chuckled softly, "Okay," he looked down at his phone, "We don't get any cell service up here, so if there's anything else anyone needs you better tell me now."
"Beer and food," Dean stated, "What else could I need? Oh and pie!"
Sam nodded, "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can," he said strolling out of the dusty cabin and getting into the Impala.
Dean was kicked back at the kitchen table, opening up his laptop and turning it on.
Imogen looked at him, making herself comfortable on the small couch, "We don't have cell service but you're gonna try for the internet up here?"
Dean shook his head, No smart ass. I'm gonna watch a movie."
"Well, I wanna watch," she whined, moving her feet so there would be room on the couch, "Bring it over here."
Dean groaned but stood up and walked the computer over to his sister, taking a seat on the couch and laying the computed on the coffee table so they would both be able to see the screen.
Imogen smiled, "You're the best big brother," she told him before sticking her bare feet in his lap, "Now rub my feet. They're swollen from the long ass car ride."
The older Winchester scoffed and gently smacked her feet, "I'm not rubbing your feet," he chuckled, but didn't make her move them out of his lap.
Imogen didn't even last five minutes into the movie before she was snoring loudly. Dean couldn't help but chuckle at his sleeping sister and watched a little more of the movie. Suddenly the cabin was shaking and the lights that weren't working earlier were now blazing brightly. Dean shut his computer and got up, looking around.
"Squirrel!" a familiar, British voice reached the Winchester's ears and he turned to see Crowley.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean growled, softly as to not wake his sleeping sister.
"What am I doing here?" Crowley asked, looking around the cabin, "I could be asking you the same things. You boys are slumming it again I see," but then his eyes landed on the girl on the couch, "Who's she?" Crowley asked.
Dean followed Crowley's eyes to his sister, and he moved to stand in-between the two, "She's none of your business."
"Girlfriend?" Crowley assumed, "I didn't know you were expecting," he said, noting the girl's obviously pregnant belly, but then he paused, "Wait a second," he looked back to Dean, "This isn't your sister, is it?"
Dean just looked at Crowley, refusing to confirm or deny what he had just asked.
"Wow, all these years that we've been besties. I've heard only rumors of her existence. Now I can say I've met the female Winchester counterpart. Where was she during the apocalypse?"
"Safe," Dean stated, "Don't worry about her," he hesitated, "And you and I- we've never been besties. What the hell do you want, Crowley?"
Crowley looked at the girl again and then back to Dean, "You have something I want."
"What could I possibly have that you want?" Dean barked.
"Blood," Crowley stated, "I need the blood of a righteous man."
Dean scoffed, "I'm not giving you my blood," he stated, "What the hell do you even need it for?"
"A spell," Crowley divulged, "Don't you worry your pretty little mind darling. I promise not to do anything naughty with it."
Dean shook his head, "No, hell no Crowley. How do I know you're not gonna end the world with it?"
Crowley eyed him, "Aw, I'm flattered. Dean Winchester thinks I'm powerful enough to end the world," the demon smirked.
"Well… Aren't you?"
"Probably," the king answered, "But we'll quite possibly never know. Point is, there's no way YOUR blood is powerful enough to end the world. Now please, hand over some of your precious gold and I'll be on my way."
"And if I don't?" the Winchester challenged.
Crowley sighed, "Well, I really didn't want it to come to this," and with a flick of his wrist Imogen was thrown violently against the far wall and held there by the demon.
"Let her go!" Dean yelled, starting to lunge at Crowley, but in turn was also pinned against the opposite wall.
Imogen was jolted awake when she was slammed against the wall, she tried to move but some force was immobilizing her, she looked up to see her oldest brother pinned as well, "Dean," she cried out, "What's going on?"
Slowly Crowley turned to face the youngest Winchester and walked towards her, "Hello Darling," he smiled wickedly, "I don't think we've met yet. I'm Crowley, king of hell."
Imogen winced a little, "I've heard a lot about you," she looked pleadingly towards Dean.
"Don't worry," Dean growled, "He won't hurt you."
"Oh I won't?" Crowley laughed, "We'll see about that," he looked back to Imogen, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm afraid I haven't heard as much about you from your brothers as you have about me. What's your name?"
"Imogen," she answered, her voice small, "I'm Imogen."
Crowley nodded, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he reached up to gently caress her cheek, "Now, don't take what I'm about to do personally," he slowly turned his wrist and Imogen screamed out in pain as she dropped into a pile on the floor, hands gripping her stomach.
"Stop!" Dean yelled, fighting against the invisible force that was holding him in place.
Crowley looked over his shoulder at Dean, "So how about that blood?"
"You're out of your damn mind!" Dean growled.
With that word Crowley made the same motion with his wrist again, but this time instead of slowly he did it a lot faster, causing Imogen to scream out in pain yet again, tears streaking down her face.
"You're going to kill her!" Dean yelled at Crowley.
Crowley couldn't help but to chuckle, "You think that bothers me?" he asked, "Besides, I'm not going to start with her. The baby will go first."
"You bastard," Imogen cried, hands folded around her stomach as another ripping feeling went through her abdomen, ""Exorcizamus te," she began the exorcism slowly but sped up with each word, "Omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," but then she was silenced and physically couldn't speak.
"Oh darling," Crowley turned to face her, "Save your breath. Even if I allowed you to finish that silly exorcism it wouldn't work. I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he winked before turning back to Dean, "Have you changed your mind on the blood yet?"
Dean glared at the man, but looked up again at his sister who would have been screaming in pain if it wasn't for Crowley silencing her, "How much do you need?" Dean asked.
"Just a bit," he stated, pulling a knife from his pocket and slicing open Dean's arm, the man winced in pain as Crowley milked his arm for enough blood to fill the small bottle he had brought, "As a parting gift I'll wipe you from the police radar," and then the demon disappeared and Dean dropped to the floor and Imogen was crying.
In an instant Dean was across the room, "Are you okay?" Dean asked, grabbing his sister gently.
Imogen shook her head and reached down in between her legs, bringing her hand back up to reveal blood, "D-Dean," she sputtered, "I-I think something's wrong."
"Oh fuck," Dean whispered, pulling out his phone and trying first to call Sam and then for an ambulance, but neither call went through, "Picked the worst damn night to spend in a cabin in the middle of nowhere," he muttered.
Imogen bit her lip as what she rightly assumed to be a contraction rippled through her once again, her fists balled up and she nearly screamed, "Dean!"
"What?" Dean asked, looking at his sister, "What's wrong? What's happening?"
"I don't know what Crowley did, but I think the baby is coming," she clinched her teeth.
"What?" Dean asked, "Now? The baby is coming now?"
Imogen nodded stiffly, "I can feel it," she told him, "I've gotta go to the hospital."
Dean's mouth hung open for a moment, "Em, there's no hospitals anywhere near here and Sam's got the car," he told her, "Can you hold it?"
Imogen glared at her brother, "I would fucking love to," she winced as another contraction hit her, "Baby isn't waiting."
Dean took a deep breath, "Okay, okay. We can do this."
"Dean," she swallowed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.
The oldest Winchester looked more panicked than Imogen had seen in practically all of her life, "Okay, it's okay. I'm just- I uh… I'm gonna deliver the baby I guess."
Imogen looked horrified, "I don't want you to do that!"
"I don't either!" he squealed, "Doesn't look like we have another choice."
And then Imogen screamed in pain, "Now!" she yelled, trying to pull off her sweat pants and underwear, "I can feel it. Dean."
Dean nodded and reluctantly looked in-between his sister's legs, "Oh god, I can see the head. Em, it looks so gross."
"Dean!" she yelled at her brother.
"Okay," his face was pale and he swallowed hard, "Okay, push- I think."
And the second Imogen pushed the baby shot out of her and into Dean's waiting hands and immediately started to scream.
"Ah there we go, sweetheart," he smiled down at the little one, trying to clear the gunk out of the baby's eyes and nose and mouth, "It's a boy," he told his sister, not taking his eyes off the little one.
"What?" Imogen asked weakly, trying to look up from where she was laying on the ground, "No, the doctor said it was a girl, a baby girl."
Dean chuckled and pulled out his pocket knife to sever the umbilical cord before taking off his flannel shirt and wrapping the baby in that before handing him off to Imogen, "Well, congratulations Mommy. Your baby girl has a penis."
Imogen took the baby in her arms and looked down at his tiny face. He had stopped crying and was now silent with his eyes closed but he was breathing.
"Oh my god," Imogen breathed, "He's beautiful."
Dean nodded in agreement, peaking at the little one, "Yeah he is. Come on," he slowly helped Imogen up, "Let's get you onto the couch," he slowly helped his sister over to the couch and lowered her onto it.
Imogen pulled a blanket over her bottom half so that she would be covered, "I thought he wasn't going to make it," she told her brother, "I thought Crowley had killed him."
Dean nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I thought that too," he sat next to his sister, staring at the baby, "You did good, little sister."
Imogen looked at her brother and smiled, "I couldn't have done it without you. You know that right?"
"Yeah," he smiled at her.
"Do you wanna hold him, again?" she asked as she handed the flannel wrapped infant to her older brother, "I'm gonna change and clean up," slowly and painfully she stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her and she grabbed some clothes out of her bag and walked into the other room to clean herself up and put on clean clothing.
"Guess we can thank Crowley for the electricity," Dean called to his sister, studying the face of the tiny infant. He was so consumed by the baby that he failed to hear Sam pull up in the Impala and come inside. Dean's back was to the front door.
"Woah," Sam said as he walked inside, "How'd you get the electricity on?" and then he spotted the puddle of blood on the floor where Imogen had given birth, "Dean, Dean!" he yelled, hustling over to his brother to check on him.
Dean looked at his brother, "Shhh, you'll scare the baby."
Sam's jaw dropped as he looked down, "Imogen had the baby?" he asked, "Where is she? Is she okay? What the hell happened?"
"She's fine," Dean told his brother, "She's in the other room changing."
Slowly Sam sat down next to Dean on the couch, "What the hell happened?"
Dean sighed, "Crowley showed up. He wanted my blood and I didn't want to give it to him, he started torturing Em, so I gave him my blood and he left. But whatever he did to her made her give birth."
Sam looked up from the baby and locked eyes with his brother, "So you…"
Dean nodded, "Yep. I delivered the baby."
"How was that?"
"Oh so much fun," Dean rolled his eyes, "I mean, what do you think? I'm covered in blood and my sister's afterbirth," he motioned to his dirty clothing.
Sam couldn't help but to chuckle, "Can I hold her?" he asked.
Dean nodded and laid the flannel wrapped infant to his brother, "He's a boy," Dean told his brother.
"Boy?" Sam asked, gently rocking the tiny infant, "But the doctor said it was a girl."
Dean shrugged, "Looks like the doctor was wrong. Or it's a girl with a penis," he chuckled, amused that he was able to make that joke twice.
"Wow," Sam smiled at the tiny baby, "He's gorgeous."
Dean nodded, "Yeah, he is."
Then Imogen limped back into the room, "Sam," she looked at her brother, "You're back. Couldn't have gotten here forty-five minutes ago?"
Dean laughed, "Why? So you could give birth in my car instead of on a dirty floor?"
Imogen nodded, "I mean, that sounds good to me," she walked over and took a seat between her brothers, "How is he?" she asked.
"Quiet," Dean told her, "He hasn't made a noise."
Imogen nodded and looked to Sam, "Can I have him?" she asked.
Sam nodded and handed her back the infant.
"Wow," she whispered, unable to look away from the tiny face and eyes that opened the second that she help him.
"He knows his mama," Dean stated.
"I guess I should run back into town and get some stuff," Sam slowly stood up.
Imogen shook her head, "No, let's all just get some sleep. We'll get supplies in the morning."
"What about formula and diapers?" Dean asked.
Imogen shrugged, "I was planning on breast feeding anyways, and how much can a baby shit and piss in one night?"
Dean shrugged, "No idea."
Sam sighed, "Me either."
"Well, let's just hit a Walmart or something in the morning. I'm exhausted."
Dean nodded, "Okay, we'll, then let's all get some sleep," he said, kicking off his boots and settling down into a chair next to the couch.
Sam picked the other chair and the two brothers made themselves as comfortable as possible. Imogen attempted to nurse the infant until he fell asleep then she lay on the couch with the swaddled baby on her chest and they both passed out.