It was pretty dark by the time that Jody arrived with her trailer. She helped Dean hook it up to the back of the Impala and Imogen was standing nearby.

"So what are you guys hauling off?" Jody asked when it was hooked up and ready to go.

"Uh, some old stuff of Bobby's," he stated, looking at Imogen, not sure if she wanted Jody to know what was going on.

"Well, I'll help you move it," she too looked to Imogen, "You shouldn't be lifting anything heavy."

Imogen scoffed, "Why would you say that?"

Jody looked her up and down, "You are pregnant, aren't you?"

The female Winchester was speechless.

"How'd you know?" Dean asked.

"Well," she motioned to Imogen, "She looks pregnant. I mean, not like hugely obvious, but she's got a baby bump. And I know the only stuff left in that shed is baby stuff."

"Ah," Dean nodded, "Well, we're just taking the crib I think," he motioned for Jody to follow him and Imogen stayed up by the house out of ear shot.

"So, you're gonna be an uncle again, eh?" Jody said, following close behind Dean, "I never got the chance to meet Oliver, but Bobby told me all about that before he died."

"Yeah," Dean nodded opening the shed back up and propping open the door with a large rock, "Well, none of that is going to happen this time."

"I know it won't," Jody nodded, "So, can I ask who the father is?"

"Uh," Dean scratched his head, "Look, Jody, Imogen kinda wants to keep all of this on the down low. She doesn't want people knowing she's pregnant. She thinks it's safer this way, and I have to say that I agree."

"Who the hell do you think I'm gonna tell?" Jody snapped.

Dean nodded, "Good point," he sighed, "Castiel's the father."

Jody stood there perplexed for a moment, "Castiel? The angel, Castiel? Your buddy?"

"Yep," Dean walked around to one side of the crib, looking for the best way to pick it up, "Well, according to Imogen he was human when he got her pregnant. But yeah."

"So what's going to happen? Hell, I didn't even know they were together."

"They're not anymore," he shrugged, "I guess she plans on raising the baby. She hasn't said if the plan is anything different. Now let's move this thing so we can get back home," he picked the crib up on his side and waited.

"Okay," Jody nodded, lifting it up from her side and slowly walking with Dean back to the car and loading it onto the trailer.

While Dean was strapping it down Jody turned to Imogen, "Congratulations," she smiled and hugged the girl.

"Thanks," Imogen smiled at her, "But would you mind keeping the info to yourself?"

"Dean already asked me too," she smiled, "Just make sure to bring that baby by to see me sometime, all right?"

"Of course," Imogen smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she stepped into the trailer to give Dean a hug, "I've got to get going," she explained, "I'll see y'all soon," and then she got in her car and left.

Imogen turned back to Dean, "We should get going too," the stated, "Unless you wanna stay the night in town."

Dean shrugged, "I just need some coffee and I'll be good to go," he said with a smile, "Besides, the bunker is safer for you."

"You worried?"

"No," Dean said with a shake of his head, "But I know you are."

Imogen gently patted her brother's shoulder and walked over to the passenger side of the Impala and got inside, "You think Cas will still be there when we get back?"

"No," Dean stated and a smile crossed his lips as his car roared to life, "He's gone."

"How do you know?"

"He texted me."

"Who? Cas?"

"Yeah, he let me know he was gone and that you were safe to come back."

"You guys talk a lot?" Imogen asked.

"We keep in touch," Dean confirmed, carefully pulling out onto the road with the trailer in tow, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just didn't want you to think that you couldn't trust me or something like that."

"No," Imogen sighed, "I get it. I don't want you cutting him off because I'm pissed at him," she paused, "Even though you're kind of totally the reason that I'm pissed at him."

"I was just… I was just trying to protect you."

"I know," she replied softly, "I know you were," here hands rested on her stomach and she sighed, "Hey, Dean."

"What's up?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road illuminated by his headlights.

"You remember the apocalypse, right?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, I remember. Kinda hard to forget."

"I gotta say, I was pretty young when it was happening."

Dean nodded, "We did our best to keep you out of the middle of it."

"All that year leading up to it I was living with Bobby."

"Yep. Well, he needed the help after he got paralyzed."

"Yeah he did. And silly me, I thought when he got the use of his legs back that y'all were going to let me join in the fight."

Dean scoffed, "Then you were out of your damn mind. Kid, you were barely double digits."

"I know that now," she agreed, "But man was I pissed when you shipped me off to stay with Jody. I made her life hell."

"I don't think she's holding it against you," Dean explained, "She knew you were scared."

Imogen sighed and frowned, "I thought I was never going to see you guys again. And I was so pissed that you wouldn't let me help. I get why you didn't now, but back then," she took a deep breath, "Then a couple days later Bobby picked me up from Jody's and he told me the news about Sammy," she bit her lip, "I broke down. I screamed and cried. I punched Bobby and called him horrible names and he just took it like he deserved it," she shook her head, "I didn't say a word to him on the long drive to Lisa's where he dropped me off."

"Neither of you ever told me that," Dean sounded confused.

"Yeah, well you had just lost your brother. I was ashamed and well, I don't know. It didn't seem like the thing to tell you."

Dean nodded.

"Anyways, my point is, I'm sorry for being so hard on your guys all those years. Begging to hunt. Sneaking onto hunts. I realize now how fuckin' stupid it was."

Dean reached over and patted her shoulder, "Just wait until your kid is begging you to go on a hunt and then you'll know what Sammy and I went though."

"I don't want my kid to be a hunter," she whispered, rubbing her belly, "I want him or her to be safe."

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "That's what Sammy and I wanted for you too. We said that we would never let you hunt. That you would learn how to protect yourself, but we weren't going to put you in danger like Dad did with us."

Imogen wiped at a tear that was threatening to drip down her face, "Guess that didn't work out too well."

"You were kind of stubborn about it," he nodded, "Em, you and I both know that the only way a kid of yours isn't going to want to hunt is if they don't know there's anything out there to be hunted."

"I know," she cleared her throat, "Do you think you would ever stop hunting?"

Dean was silent for several minutes, "I don't know," he admitted, "Maybe, depending on the circumstances."

"I'm not sure I ever could," she admitted, "It's in my blood."

Dean smiled and nodded, "I know what you mean by that."

"How do you think Sammy did it?" she asked, "I mean, when he was at Stanford. You know he had to have heard about cases and things on the news and he just sat by and did… nothing."

"I don't know," Dean admitted, "I really don't know," he paused, "But hey, since we're reminiscing the apocalypse I've got a story for you too. One that I'm pretty sure you've never heard."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Well, when Zachariah was trying to get me to say yes to be Michael's vessel he sent me a couple of years into the future so that I could see what it would be like if I didn't say yes. Anyways, so I'm in the future and-"

"I know this story. The camp, the Croats, future Dean, Samifer."

Dean nodded, "You know that part, but I left something out when I told you that story."

"Oh?" she asked.

"I lied when I told you that you weren't there. You were."

Imogen smirked, "I was? Oh, was I one of Castiel's orgy girls?"

Dean shook his head, "No, not Cas," he sighed.

"Uh oh… This is going to be bad, isn't it?"

"Chuck… You were shacking up with Chuck."

Imogen's face twisted, "The Prophet? I'm still pissed at that scrawny son of a bitch."

"Why are you pissed at him?" Dean asked, somewhat amused.

"Because, that little bastard didn't write me into the Supernatural books."

Dean groaned, "Oh yeah, I try to forget about those. If I was you I'd consider myself very, very lucky."

"He said I made you guys appear too soft," she shook her head, "He can shove those books where the sun don't shine."

A laugh escaped Dean, "Anyways, Future Me caught you in his tent and drug you back by your hair."

"I bet I didn't like that."

"No, you didn't," he shook his head and smiled a little, still keeping his eyes on the road, "But then you saw there was two of me and you were way more interested in that."

"I can't believe Chuck was doing me."

"Well, I mean you weren't a little kid. And besides, in times of the Apocalypse I don't think people are sweating age differences."

Imogen chuckled, "It's good to know that even future Dean was trying to keep me safe."

Dean shook his head, "No, Em. He wasn't. Not entirely. He was going to take you on the mission where everyone got killed. He was going to sacrifice you just like he did everyone else."

"No," Imogen shook her head, "No way."

Dean kept his eyes on the road.

"You were going to let me die."

"It wasn't me," he stated, "I mean, I guess one day it could have been, but it didn't work out that way."

"So why didn't he- you- whatever?"

This time Dean took a deep breath, "You were infected."

"What? With the Croatoan virus?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah. Cas first saw the symptoms in you. I overheard him telling Future Me."

"So who shot me?" she asked, "Future Dean? Hell, did he even have any reservations about it?"

"Castiel tried to talk him out of it. Thought it would be too much for him," Dean shook his head, "You had no idea," Dean stated, "Future Me walked out there and your back was to him. You never even saw it coming."

"So he just 'Of Mice and Men'd' me and he didn't even care?"

"Same guy who didn't bat an eye sacrificing his friends."

"What a piece of shit," Imogen grunted.

"Tell you what, I'm damn glad we avoided all of that," he stated, "Can't imagine doing that."

Imogen nodded, "Me either," she sighed, "Hey, can I ask you another question?"

"Shoot."

"When we were living with Lisa and Ben, how come you didn't enroll me in school?"

Dean shrugged, "You'd never been to school in all the time that I knew you. Didn't know how that would work out. Besides, I had just lost my brother. I didn't want you out of my sight. You had just lost your brother too, in case you forgot. Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure enrolling you in school would have been one of the worst ideas."

"You're probably right," she agreed, "Didn't Lisa want me to go to school?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "But it was my choice and she respected that."

"No one in the neighborhood thought that was weird?"

"Well, you know how we told the neighbors that I was your estranged father, and that's why you didn't call me dad? I just explained to them when they started asking questions that we homeschooled you."

"They didn't ask why I was homeschool and Ben wasn't?"

"They did," he confirmed, "We made up some story about you having PTSD after watching your whole family get murdered, and school just wasn't the place for you."

"How lovely," Imogen nodded, "Thanks for that."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Well, it's not like we could tell them the truth."

When they finally got back to the bunker it was extremely early in the morning. Imogen had fallen asleep in the passenger's seat, so Dean had to gently shake her awake and he helped her out of the car and inside. He left the crib outside for the time being and once his sister was in her bed and asleep he went to his own to pass out.

The next few weeks were surprisingly uneventful. Dean took it upon himself to clean up and paint the previously unfinished crib and set it up in Imogen's room for her, she was thrilled when he had it competed. Imogen spent her time growing the baby and shopping for any and all baby supplies that her unborn child might need. In just a matter of a couple of weeks Imogen went from looking barely pregnant to extremely pregnant. She didn't mind though, it gave her an excuse to never change out of her pajamas.

One morning Imogen was listening to music and going through all of the things she had bought for the baby when Dean appeared in her doorway.

"Morning," she smiled at her brother as she was folding some of the tiny baby clothes.

Dean yawned loudly, "Do you know that time is?"

Imogen looked over her shoulder at the alarm clock beside her bed, "Five: thirty," she answered.

"Why the hell aren't you asleep?" he demanded playfully.

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted, rubbing her very round belly, "Little shit's keeping me up with stupid Braxton-Hicks."

"That's fake labor, right?" Dean asked.

Imogen nodded, "Either you remembered that from my first go-round or you've been reading."

Dean chuckled, "Well, you left 'What to Expect When You're Expecting" in the bathroom, and what better way to pass the time on the John?"

Imogen smiled and started tucking the clothes into the dresser.

"I also know enough to know that you're nesting," Dean said with a proud smirk.

"Huh?" she asked, sifting through her stack of supplies and organizing them.

"What?" Dean asked, "You haven't been reading the book?"

She shrugged, "I already had one baby. I know what to expect."

"Well, you're getting everything ready for when the baby comes. That's called nesting."

Imogen smiled, "I guess I am," she said, picking up the baby ring sling and looking for a place to put it.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, walking over and taking it, "A baby hammock?"

"No, no," she took it back from him and started to demonstrate how to tie it and put it on, "It's like a carrier, so you can carry your baby and still have your hands free," she picked up a pillow and shoved it inside for demonstrational purposes."

"That's crazy," he decided, "So what, are you gonna be going on hunts with a baby tied to you?"

"Munchkin's gotta learn some time," she teased, taking it off, "Maybe you should try it out," she stated, handing it to him.

Dean hesitantly took it and looked at it, "Nah, that's okay."

Imogen rolled her eyes, "Shut up and put the damn thing on," she stated, and spent the next hour teaching him how to use it, but he got the hang of it and he kind of liked it.

"Do you need any more help sorting this stuff?" Dean asked, glancing at the pile of baby stuff and formula catching his eyes, he bent down to pick it up, "Formula?" he asked.

Imogen nodded, "It's for backup," she stated, "I'll nurse the baby if I can, but Ollie wanted nothing to do with my tits. I know after I give birth I won't want to be going out and buying shit. I'll wanna be at home and resting."

"That's why you have brothers, duh."

Imogen chuckled, "Ah, come on. I know it's killing the both of you staying put. I'm sure after I have the baby you two will go off on a hunt and I'll be here by myself. I just wanna be prepared so that I don't have to leave or worry about anything besides taking care of my kid."

Okay, that was a lie. But it sounded good. Truth be told, she knew she was going to die and she wanted to make sure that Sam and Dean were prepared and wouldn't have to leave the bunker for anything while they were still adjusting.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dean told her, "I told you this time will be different. I'm not leaving you."

Imogen shook her head, "Please," she said with a smirk, "You and Sam are going to save the world… again"