A/N - Couldn't go to bed until I'd written this, it was playing so vividly in my mind. Anywho, hope you all like it!

Blessed Be XOXOXOXO

Darkness descended once more, but instead of relief, it brought about confusion and countless questions begging to be answered. Only minutes had passed, but the World had been turned upside down and flipped on its ass. They knew we were here, and they wanted my son.

What the Hell were we going to do?

If dealing with Infected people who craved death and destruction wasn't enough, now demons and Lucifer, the freaking Prince of Darkness, had been thrown into the mix, and everyone was feeling rightfully uneasy. The dim light at the end of the eternally long tunnel had fizzed out, plunging us into a deep, dark despair.

Our hope was hanging by the frailest of threads.

Could we really survive this? Could I save my son?

Could I save myself?

Colonel and Father Michael volunteered to put up a temporary gate across the gaping entrance of the garage to prevent the Infected from finding their way into our haven when tomorrow came. It wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't be practical, but it would serve its purpose and keep us safe.

Ruth set Elena and Miguel, who was recovering quickly from his possession, and Callum up in suites on the second floor, apologising for not having them in entirely liveable conditions. But, given that they had spent months living in tents on a roof, they were over the moon to be given a proper bed, and weren't too concerned with a bit of dust and stale air. She took Declan and Haylie, who had fallen into an almost comatose stupor after the demon had wrenched itself from her preadolescent body, up to her own suite. That they would stay with her was obvious, and Elena seemed almost relieved to relinquish her responsibility. I didn't think she had much of a maternal side.

Manny, Fletch, Orla and Zeek had also retired to bed, beyond tired from everything that had happened over the last day. I couldn't blame them for wanting to escape, for even just a few hours.

Maybe things would look better in the morning.

And maybe Unicorns would fly across the sky, shooting rainbows out their ass.

"So, what are we going to do?" Addie asked softly, gazing down at her daughter, who slept peacefully in her arms. "I mean, things are seriously fucked up. But there's gotta be something we can do… Right?" She glanced up expectantly at Sam, her eyes begging him for an answer.

With his arm slung around her shoulder, he could only give her a sad smile.

"What did Cass say?" Dean asked, pouring himself another tumbler of Manny's Scotch. It was his fourth in the last fifteen minutes and I was starting to worry about him. Drinking himself senseless wasn't going to help us, no matter how much better it made him feel.

"That he's going to protect our son" I answered softly, my hands resting across my belly. I imagined the he could feel my touch, that he was reaching out for me. Would I ever get to hold him in my arms? "And also, he wanted me to pass on… Hello"

"Smartass" Dean laughed sadly into his drink. He turned his head to look at me, and the sorrow and fear in his green eyes broke my heart into a million pieces. He was scared for our child. "That was it? He didn't mention anything else?"

"No" I smiled softly, lacing my fingers with his. "It didn't look like he wanted to hang around for tea and cookies. But it's good knowing he's there, right? If we have him and the Big Man on our side, maybe it won't be so bad"

No one said anything, but that was answer enough for me.

We were fucked, and there was no way around it.

"I think we should all get some sleep" Addie said after a long, mournful silence. "I don't know about you all, but I'm pretty beat"

"Yeah" Dean said, knocking back the Scotch, and placing the glass upside down on the table. "Not much more we can do tonight"

We walked up to the sixth floor together, then bid Addie, Sam and their daughter goodnight before going our separate ways. I watched them with the baby, and wondered if that would ever be Dean and me. Would we ever get to enjoy our son? Would we ever get to hold him, to watch him sleep, to count his fingers and toes and see just how perfect he was?

Would we ever get to tell him we loved him?

I walked across to our bed, slipping out of my clothes and pulling on a Snoopy nightgown that reached past my knees, while Dean lit several candles on the dresser. Sighing, I let my hair down and ran my fingers through my curls, catching sight of a white crib in the corner of our bedroom. It had been fitted with crisp white sheets that had tiny blue teddy bears printed across it, and stuffed animals of all colours and sizes had been piled in the top corner.

It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

"Dean" I breathed, walking across to where it stood, perfect and gleaming in the candle light.

"Oh, yeah" he smiled sheepishly, shrugging out of his clothes. "I know it's too early, and it's probably bad luck or something, but…"

"No" I said, turning my head to smile at him through the tears welling in my eyes. "It's perfect"

He came to me, wrapping his arms around me waist and holding me tightly against himself.

Together, we gazed down at the crib, both trying our hardest to not think about the danger we faced. About the danger that had been forced on our son before he had even taken his first breath.

"I was thinking we could name him John" I said softly, leaning my head against Dean's shoulder, taking comfort in his touch. "After your dad"

"I'd uh…" he cleared his throat emotionally, and I could feel the heat of his tears against my neck. "I'd like that"

Turning in his arms, I leaned in to kiss him. I could taste the Scotch on his lips.

"We're gonna be OK" I said, wiping the tears from his cheeks with my fingers. "Things seem really shitty right now, but we still have each other, and that's the main thing"

"What if…" he started sadly, pressing his forehead to mine. "What if I can't save him? What if I can't save you?"

"Baby, you're my Hero" I smiled, cradling his face in my hands and holding his gaze. "If there's anyone who can save the day, it's you. I love you, and I believe in you. You're my knight in shimmering armour, remember?"

Smiling, he kissed me hungrily, and for the next few hours, we let ourselves forget about everything but how much we loved each other, and our son.

And later, when we had fallen asleep in each other's arms, neither of us saw the Angel who stood in the corner of our room, watching us as we dreamed.

And we didn't see the malicious smile stretched across his dark, ominous features.