Castiel stood before the edge of the bed looking down at Dean with sad lonely eyes. Dean was laying in the bedroom, he had gotten back to the cabin yesterday and he had been exhausted. He remembered how badly his leg had been aching, and how the argument with Sam had been the only thing on his mind driving back.

Lucy of course had been here to welcome him.

Dean's eye lids fluttered open and he found Lucy sleeping peacefully curled up beside him. Taking a second, feeling half awake he blinked and looked up feeling eyes of him.

He froze.

His eyes widening he stared at Castiel in utter disbelief.

"Cas?"

Dean woke up.

Dean's heart was pounding deeply in his chest. Opening her large green eyes he found himself laying in the full sized bed with Lucy. It was early morning, and he was back at the cabin.

Dean glanced over and saw Lucy sleeping beside him.

A month had passed.

Dean and Sam had made up and decided to work together yet again just a few weeks ago in New York after working a job. Since then they had all been hiding out at the cabin, letting Bobby do research on any leads. Sam and Dean had been working a few local cases within the state but decided to keep a low profile for the time being.

Dean had parked the Impala beside the cabin, in which Bobby and himself set up a tarp canopy for the time being to somewhat protect it from the elements. It was killing him not to drive it, but he knew it was safer here. Lucy had driven it a few times, usually whenever she was heading into town. They had switched the plates and Dean couldn't help but smile whenever he saw her driving up the road in it. Seemed just like yesterday he was teaching her how to drive in it.

These past few weeks had been good ones, but one thing was bothering him...

The message from Ellen.

He wanted to make himself believe the guy who had grabbed him was just full of it, but he just couldn't seem to shake it. The man had spoken for Ellen, saying that she knew how bad it was, and if he didn't tell somebody soon it was going to get worse. That she knew how scared he was about Lucy and the baby, and how terrified he was that something was going to happen.

He hadn't told anyone this, not Lucy or Sam.

He kept trying not to think about it, but the truth was he was scared to death.

Rolling over Dean blinked and stared down at Lucy.

She was seven months pregnant now and he couldn't believe how different she looked. Her stomach was much render and larger now. It seemed almost comical sticking out of her thin little frame. Lately the extra weight had been dragging her down. She would waddle around, collapse, and pant for breath. She always complained how ugly she looked while Dean watched amused always telling her she was beautiful.

The doctors said everything looked fine with the baby, but Dean couldn't help but worry.

The evening before he had been driving back with Sam from a small job when the two of them turned off to fill up for gas. Sam noticed the flea market almost right away.

"Look dude..."

Sam pointed and Dean noticed in the field beside the gas station was a small flea market. Mostly made up of tables full of old junk nobody wanted. Sam had always been a sucker for these things, ever since he was a kid.

Dean shrugged after shutting the cap to the gas tank and slipped off his sunglasses. The two of them walked over, mostly holding back laughs at all the junk these people were trying to sell. Dean scolled through the tables before pausing.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Hey Sammy..."

Sam walked over, two paperback books in his hands before stopping and smiling.

It was a bassinet, looking very new and hand weaved. Dean picked it up, looking it over as an older woman sat behind the table and smiled.

"Made it myself, along with everything else. You got a little one sir?"

Dean smiled.

"On the way."

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"Well aren't you lucky, I'm sure he'll be just as handsome as his daddy."

Dean felt color rise in his cheek as he smiled and looked it over once more.

"How much?"

Together Sam and Dean drove back with the bassinet in the trunk. Dean kept commenting on how stupid it was him picking it up, and that he hoped he could get Lucy settled someplace before it came even close to her due date, but all Sam could do was smile and say that he was sure Lucy would love it.

And she did.

Now it sat in the bedroom near the dresser. Dean eyed it and smiled. In less than two months his son would be laying in that.

He of course planned on making a whole nursery for him before he was even born. Giving him the best of the best. But deep down inside the idea of a nursery sorta made him sick.

His mother died in one.

Now waking up in the early morning light, he cleared his throat and glanced over at Lucy before smirking and sleeping out of bed.

Meanwhile Lucy slept...and dreamed.

She was sitting outside, crisp fallen brown leafs scattered all over the ground.

She was sitting there enjoying the chilly air when suddenly she felt eyes on her.

Castiel stood there, hands in his trench coat pockets.

Lucy raised an eyebrow before turning.

"Cas?"

Cas looked down at her before stepping forward.

"Lucy, I have something very important to tell you...please listen...listen carefully."

Lucy moaned in her sleep, turning over as Dean stood in the doorway finishing up brushing his teeth. He watched her as she muttered something and turned over again, still fast asleep.

Smirking he wondered for a moment what she might be dreaming about.

Watching his wife with so much love pounding in his heart, he knew he would die before anything happened to her again.

That was a promise.