A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
With the pig covered in a larger bag, Dean and Sam headed out leaving Brooklyn with Castiel who appeared moments before. The angel made a face when burnt ham reached his nose. He looked down at Brooklyn who shook her head and waved a hand.
"It's Dean fault," she grumbled before covering her nose.
"I see," the angel responded grimly as he sat down in the chair beside the bed.
"We're having a girl Cas," the angel tilted his head at her news.
"So it is true, the child of the angels will be born a girl," Brooklyn nodded and smiled beneath the blanket.
"Dean wanted a girl…." Castiel smirked then felt the gruff chuckled break past his lips.
"That is hard to imagine with him," the smile grew wider.
"Well make it easy to imagine then," Brooklyn sighed then changed the subject. "I'm scared Cas. The demons…they're gonna find out about my baby and Lucifer, he'll…."
Castiel stood up then settled down on the bed beside the agitated hunter. The angelic presence soothed her anxious soul a little as she settled back in the blankets. The angel knew time was running out as the demons would find out about her pregnancy and spread the word and reaching Lucifer.
"Well I don't think our joke shop friend is a powerful witch," Sam said with frustration heavy in his voice. He looked over to find Dean grinning wildly at the whoopee cushion he bought inside. The younger hunter shook his head with disappointment.
"What?" Dean's shoulders dropped at his brother's apparent disapproval.
"Nothing," Sam snapped.
"You're no fun," Dean grumbled as he started the car.
Lucifer watched Gabriel as the Messenger rested comfortably on the bed. His beloved angel was going to be a grandfather! The mere thought made him laugh lightly for his Gabriel never mentioned desiring other offspring but then again this was a pleasant surprise for him as well. Lucifer wondered if Afriel or rather Brooklyn was carrying a daughter or son but in the long run it didn't matter either way. Once he got his hands on the child of Michael he would mold the child using his will as the means.
But he also wanted the daughter of Gabriel on his side as well. She was a powerful angel in her own right and he was determined to have her. Looking over at Gabriel, Lucifer leaned over and lightly placed two fingers on the Messenger's forehead and tapped the visions he knew Gabriel had received.
"This is most intriguing indeed…." Lucifer quietly said aloud.
Gabriel stirred and opened his eyes feeling the touch of his Lightbearer's cool skin against his. He was unaware that Lucifer had tapped his thoughts and assumed it was just the light gentle touch he loved so dearly. The archangel's deep jade eyes were glazed over from the powerful slumber and slowly he rubbed them until his vision was clear and focused.
"Sleep well?" Lucifer asked softly. Gabriel nodded his head and sat up letting the covers slide down his vessel's body exposing the definite ripples of his abs and arms.
"Yes," Gabriel replied sleepily.
"Gabriel, I need to talk to you," Lucifer said out of nowhere. Gabriel instantly awakened and went rigid where he sat.
"What about? Is it my daughter? Is she alright?"
"It doesn't concern her," Lucifer reached out caressing the side of his face. "It is about us. You know that I never stopped loving you even when I cast down and locked away in that fiery cage."
"As I never stopped loving you…." Gabriel snatched Lucifer's hands in his. "But please….you don't have to do this. You and I can find out own corner of the world free of humans and demons alike. I know you despise humans and what they've done but please…."
Lucifer looked down upon the archangel with sadness in his eyes. His beloved archangel was so strong but so naïve at the same time.
"Why didn't you come for me Gabriel? I called and cried out for you every day I was down there. Surely you heard my pleas…."
Gabriel felt his eyes well as the guilt consumed him. It was the guilt of not trying harder to find him and instead be a good little soldier and stay in heaven for the remainder of time.
"I tried searching for you but when Michael found out he became enraged and alerted God to what I was doing. It was then the Seals were put on your cage and buried deep within the bowels of the church. I tried in vain for centuries but I gave up……I gave up…."
Lucifer pulled the sobbing archangel into his arms comforting his distraught lover. The guilt that was chipping away at Gabriel was weakening him further and bringing him closer to the Fallen One.
"See even Michael was against us," he said. "He betrayed you by alerting God about what you were doing."
"It made me so angry…." Gabriel spat and sobbed in bitterness. Lucifer smiled to himself.
"It killed me! It killed me not to have you while my daughter was blissfully happy with Michael!"
"It's alright," Lucifer cooed, "I'm here now and I will never let you go…..Never."
Brooklyn groaned as her phone went off.
"Dean answer the phone…." She mumbled. The phone continued ringing and vibrating on the stand. Brooklyn's eyes shot open as she hollered at Dean to answer the phone.
"Dean! For the last damn time…." Her words trailed off when she realized she was alone. Castiel was gone…again.
With a swift slap she grabbed her phone and answered. "Yeah," she greeted the person with definitive tones of irritation. But her tone changed as she listened closely.
"What!? Are you sure? Alright, I'll get a hold of them right away," she hung up then dialed Dean.
"Dean it's me. Listen you two need to make tracks to the hospital asap. Well I think another urban legend has struck again."
Dean and Sam peered through the glass at the man on the bed. His mouth was swollen and pushed away the drink the nurse offered. Another nurse, younger and prettier, walked by Dean and flashed a flirtatious smiled at the hunter. Dean merely nodded and looked away feeling the burning glare of the scorned woman. Perhaps if he was single he would've been flirty but he was dedicated to Brooklyn and their unborn daughter.
"So what's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get a hold of him?" Dean hitched a thumb at the window.
"Yeah close," Sam flipped open his notepad and read off what the man had written.
"He wrote a description. Five foot ten, three hundred and fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the Tooth Fairy," Sam watched Dean raise an eyebrow and stare blankly at him.
"So he's obviously whacked out on pain-killers," Dean shrugged.
"Maybe," Sam interrupted. "But whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm."
"Come on….the Tooth Fairy?" Dean refused to remotely entertain the thought of the Tooth Fairy existing.
"And it left 32 quarters underneath his pillow, one for each tooth," Sam added.
"Well I see your crazy and raise you some," Dean sighed. "There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers – they say they got it from mixing pop rocks and pop. Another guy….his face froze like that way."
"What way?" Sam asked. Dean looked around before putting his lips in his mouth and pulling them out and crossed his eyes. Sam's eyes went wide at the expression made.
"He uh held it too long and it stuck," Dean finished quietly. "They're flying out a plastic surgeon," he rubbed his jaw and moved it around.
"So if you add it all up…I got nothing," Sam admitted.
"I used to believe sea monkeys were real," Dean confessed as they headed back to the hotel.
"Well they are," Sam said. "They're brine shrimp."
"No, no, no I mean like in the ads, you know like the sea monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea monkey husband and the sea monkey kids play with the dog in the sea monkey castle….real. I mean I was six but I believed it."
Sam just looked at him. "My point is, maybe that's the connection. The pop rocks, the Tooth Fairy, the joybuzzer that shocks you – they're all lies kids believe."
"And now they're coming true," Sam slapped an open palm on his forehead.
"Anyways, whatever's doing this has the powers of a god," Dean started to say.
"Or a trickster," Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yeah and the humor of a nine year old," Dean added.
"Or you," Sam added with a smug smirk.
Brooklyn was up watching T.V. when the guys returned. She looked up and took another small sip of water but didn't get up. Her stomach had been churning since waking up from her nap.
"So how did it go?" She adjusted the pillow against her back. Dean sat down on the bed.
"Well, someone or something's making every single lie ever told to a kid real."
"Do we know what?" She darted her eyes between the brothers.
"Not yet," Sam sighed as he pulled out a map and looked at it. Dean got up and headed to the bathroom. Brooklyn swung her legs over and stood up to join Sam. The smell of ham grew stronger the approached the table but Sam caught her pained expression and moved the vile meat to the table across the room.
"Seriously, still with the ham," she shook her head. Sam too shook his head surprised the meat was still untouched by spoilage.
"I know…" Sam held a pen in his hand and drew a circle on the map.
"What are you doing?" Sam didn't answer and scratched several marks in black ink. Brooklyn noticed the Xs were within the circle he drew.
"Okay the pop rocks happened here," he stabbed one mark. "Frozen face happened here," he stabbed another. "Tooth fairy attack was here and then pop rocks and Coke happened here. All of the incidents happened within a two mile radius."
"Uh our hotel wouldn't happen to be in that little circle of weird now would it?" Dean asked as he approached the pair. His hands were behind his back earning the hunter a couple of odd expressions.
"Yeah why?" Sam asked. Dean held up a hand covered in hair.
"Oh-dude- that's not what I think it is, is it?" He looked away. Brooklyn merely arched an eyebrow waiting for an explanation.
"You haven't been feeling well and well…." She shot up a hand.
"No need to explain," she waved the hand and just sighed. "Just go take of that," Dean walked by Sam who hollered at his brother not to touch his razor. Brooklyn just rolled her eyes and hollered at him to use hers seeing as how shaving her legs was getting harder to do anyways.
"No Brook, you're not going," Dean said as he tightened his tie.
"Dean, you two don't know what you're going up against. Besides I can help," she begged.
"By what vomiting all over him and nagging him to death?" Brooklyn bolted off the bed and belted Sam in the abs. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backwards and giving Sam a rather rude awakening.
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't kick your ass Sasquatch," Brooklyn stood with her arms crossed.
"Sorry….I was just trying to crack a joke," he defended himself.
"Well nobody's laughing," She said coldly.
"Alright enough," Dean intervened. "Brook you're staying here."
He felt her angry eyes burning into the back of his head. There was no way in Hell she was staying put. Fuck the vomiting and nausea, she was pissed off, hormonal and in no way listening to a damn guy!
"Alright well let's go," Dean said a minute later. "Brook we're heading out!" Dean didn't hear her respond and ducked his head in the other room. She was nowhere to be found.
"Brook? Brook? Brook this isn't funny!" Dean fought back rising panic as he looked everywhere for her. Sam heard his brother yelling and hollering and swung the bathroom door open.
"Dean what's wrong?"
"It's Brook, I can't find her," Dean ripped the curtains open but the Impala was still parked.
Uh oh....Where did she go???
