A/N - Thanks for all your reviews, glad you liked the return of our favourite Angel. Of course I had to bring him into it! XD Anyway, I hope you like this new chapter, and that you keep blessing me with your stunning words! Enjoy!!

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I stood there, speechless.

Castiel.

The Angel.

I knew about him only from the stories Dean told me when the sun was highest in the sky, and we were hiding out in an office building, or a rundown farmhouse, waiting for the relief of darkness. Castiel, the agent of God himself, had pulled Dean from the deepest, darkest pit of Hell and tried to help the brothers stop Lilith from opening the 66 Seals to unleash Lucifer. After the outbreak, Dean figured that the Angel had either been destroyed, or exiled back to Heaven.

But he was still here. And he had been entrusted with protecting our child, our son.

God was on our side.

For a person who had never even believed that the Big Man existed, that realisation was strangely comforting. It also scared the living shit out of me. The Big Man and the Dark Lord were both vying for my child. God and Lucifer.

Our child hadn't even been born yet and already he was playing a part in the Apocalypse.

I clutched my belly, scared for my child.

He would never have a normal life.

"Holy Hell" Colonel exclaimed, coming around the corner and seeing Miguel's unconscious form on the floor. "What did you do to him?"

"Dean!" I yelled, running back into the lobby. The shit had really hit the fan. "Dean!"

He was up from the table in a flash, pulling a gun from his belt.

"Lu?" he called, his brow furrowed with concern. "Baby, what is it?"

"Castiel" I breathed.

"What?" He took a step back. "The son of a bitch is alive?" A hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Guys, I think we need some medical assistance" Colonel said, supporting Miguel as he carried him into the lobby and set him down in one of the chairs. The burly man had come to, but was still looking slightly out of it.

"MIGUEL!" Elena screamed, rushing to her husbands side. "What did you do to him?" she spat at me, a fiery hatred burning in her dark brown eyes.

"He was possessed…" I started, feeling guilty for something that wasn't even my fault.

Dean's expression suddenly turned hard. He spun around to glare at the newest members of our family. We had opened our arms to them without question, not even thinking about what we were getting ourselves into. It was not a smart move on our part.

"Son of a…" he muttered viciously, striding angrily across to the backroom, slamming the door behind him. We waited anxiously until he finally came out with a large flask of holy water and five glass tumblers, setting them down on the table.

"Dean?" Sam frowned, leaning forward in his chair.

Beside him, Addie looked between the brothers with a confused expression. She held Delia close to her, protecting her daughter from the troubles around us.

"They drink" Dean said firmly, pouring the holy water into the glasses and pointing at Colonel, Elena, Callum and the twins.

"It that really necessary?" Father Michael questioned, his hands on the twins' shoulders. "They're just children"

"What are we drinking?" Callum asked, holding him hand up like a student.

"We let them in to our home without even thinking about the risks" Dean said, ignoring him. "Lu is pregnant, Addie has just had a baby, and we let a freaking demon into our home. If we want to find other survivors, we have to be practical about it. They drink"

"What is a glass of water gonna do?" Colonel frowned, looking from Dean to the holy water. "You're not making a lot of sense there, brother"

"It's holy water" Sam explained. "We need to see if any of you are… possessed"

"Possessed by what?"

"A demon" Sam said, his face serious, but somewhat apologetic.

"You're shittin' me" Callum laughed. "We got freakin' zombies prancing' around outside, and you all are playing Exorcist?"

"Dude, they speak the truth" Zeek said. "This shit is real"

"Just drink" Dean ordered, not in the mood for anyone's crap.

"Bottom's up" Callum shrugged, downing the holy water in a single gulp.

I held my breath, waiting for the screaming and convulsing that would signal the presence of a demon holding the Brits wiry body hostage.

But he only belched.

"One down" Dean murmured, looking across at Colonel and Elena.

"I still think y'all are a bunch of whack's , but, each to their own, man" Colonel said, drinking the holy water, and placing the glass on the table. "Mmm… Holy"

Everyone turned to Elena, clutching her husbands hands in her own.

Reluctantly, she drank, her hate filled glare never leaving me. She still blamed me for what had happened to her Miguel, and it didn't look like we'd be friends anytime soon.

That left the twins.

"Come on, children" Ruth said gently. She knew we had to do it, but she was by no means happy about it. Not a one of us was happy that we had to do this to children. It was disturbing, and it felt wrong.

Declan reached out for the glass, and it looked gigantic in his tiny fingers. He looked up at Ruth, then drank, spilling a few drops down his chin. Finishing, he wiped his sleeve across his lips.

"Did I do good?" he asked Ruth, his big blue eyes glinting.

"You did real good, honey" Ruth smiled, smoothing his blonde hair back from his face.

Haylie took the glass into her hands and brought it to her lips, looking at us over the top.

"That's it, sweetie" Ruth encouraged.

Suddenly, Haylie grinned, holding the glass out and pouring the water to the floor. Her eyes flashed black.

Elena screamed.

Colonel cursed.

And little Declan burst into frightened tears, burying his face in Ruth's arms.

Dean reached for her and forced her to the ground, pinning her shoulders down forcibly. She didn't put up a fight, she only just laughed. An evil cackle that chilled me to the bone.

"Dean, my boy" she said in a voice that should never be spoken from a child's lips. "He's coming for your son, handsome. He's gonna rip that bastard child from your whore's belly, and she'll die with your name on her lips"

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, his tone venomous.

Sam moved quickly to stand over them, reciting something in Latin and splashing possessed Haylie's body with holy water. Her flesh smoked where the drops hit her, and she writhed in pain.

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat" she said suddenly, through gritted. "But, you know what they say; places to go, souls to destroy. Be seeing you soon, pretty boys" She threw her head back, opening her mouth in a chilling scream as a thick cloud of vile black smoke burst from between her lips. It hung in the air for a moment, almost as though it was gloating, then disappeared through a vent in the roof.

"What in the name of Heck was that?" Colonel exclaimed, his face strikingly pale. He lowered himself shakily into one of the chairs, running his fingers through his wild mane of hair.

"That…" Dean started, wiping sweat from his forehead. "… was a demon. And if what it said was true, we're pretty much screwed"

That was the understatement of the year.