Faith woke up to a quiet cabin. She rolled over in bed, and saw that both her parents had left. She sat up, leaning against the headboard, and considered what she had heard the night before, when her parents thought she was sleeping.

Her father hadn't been exaggerating about wanting to protect her. Maybe he recognised a part of himself in her, the part that could easily deal with fighting and unnatural forces, that took to special powers with little concern but couldn't deal with the unpredictability of emotions. It was one thing to laugh about how she could take a knife with her when she went flying to protect herself, and something completely different to tell the seventeen-year-old you'd been missing for most of her life that … she couldn't even go there. Couldn't make herself think the worst about her mother.

She felt sick, and pulled the blankets around herself as the door opened, and Junior slipped in, holding a mug. He smiled at her when he saw she was awake, but she felt contaminated. Werewolf he might be, but Junior was innocent, he was loved, he had it easy. And Faith … didn't. Gabriel was right, she didn't deserve him.

"I brought you a drink. Herbal tea, I figured it would be good for the baby. Sam wants to get going soon, it's getting pretty late." He sat on the mattress, his body turned to her, holding the cup out to her. "Hey, are you okay?"

She took the mug reluctantly, because she knew Junior would sit there and hold it out for her otherwise.

"I'm okay," she said quietly. He scooted further onto the bed, appraising her with an expression that hurt her chest to see. She wished he would stop trying to show that he cared about her. She didn't deserve it.

"No one's judging you for sharing a bed with your parents. I used to get in with mine until I was ten. I was a dorky kid."

He smiled, his wolfish features softened by his good heart, and Faith looked down at the tea, smelling the hint of mint that rose in the vapours as the tea slowly cooled.

"What are your parents like?" She blew across the tea, hoping she just sounded conversational. If Junior was confused, or upset that she was changing the subject, he didn't show it. He merely leaned closer on the bed, watching her concentrate on her tea.

"Well, you've met my Dad. He's great with the kids in the pack - they all love Mr Fizzles - but he's a good guy all round. I know I can tell him anything, you know? And my Mama is amazing. I'm a total Mama's boy. She used to read to me all the time, and knit me sweaters. She taught me all about our pack, and the promise we made." He lifted the silver bullet off his chest slightly. "Why, did something happen last night?"

She looked up at him, into his earnest hazel eyes, and felt unable to hold back. Not about her parents, and how confusing they were, but everything else.

"I don't get why you want me. Why you're stupid enough to do that, when you know I'm pregnant, and hung up on my ex-boyfriend. When I'm a bitch, and my healing abilities suck and I'm holding everyone back by waddling and we could be miles further on by now and you wouldn't even have gotten hurt if I wasn't around. And even if it made sense to like me, it would be pointless anyway, because I promised to never sleep with anyone ever and it would be stupid to go out with a girl who you can't really be with."

She took a breath to continue, but Junior moved the mug from her hand, and scooted closer.

"This isn't the Faith I know. Since when are you this insecure?" He cupped her face gently, tilting her chin up, and stroking a thumb slowly across her soft skin. "I don't like you because I think I'm going to get laid, Faith. I like you because you have this crazy mix of self-assured Hunter and angelic sweetness. And we wouldn't even be here if you weren't around, Faith. Your parents wouldn't be back together, your uncle wouldn't have his freedom, and my life would be a lot emptier. I just want to help, to take care of you. That's all."

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, in spite of herself. Junior thumbed it away before she could reach for it.

"I was a mistake." She mumbled. Junior shrugged.

"Some of the best people are."

"For my Dad. Mom didn't tell him … I don't know how it worked. Mom made it happen."

"Well, okay, that kind of sucks. But when they knew you were coming, did either of them try to get rid of you? Or did they decide to keep you, and love you, and protect you? Because that's the thing that matters."

"I really don't deserve you," she sniffed. Junior grinned at her.

"If it makes you feel any better, I got homeschooled until high school, and you were my first kiss. I'm a total dork."

"Liar." She smiled despite herself.

"Nope. Well, except the dork thing. I wasn't interested in the wolf girls, and I didn't want to risk the life of a human girl. But you're different. And even if I did wolf out, I think you could handle it. But hey, I made you smile."

He passed the drink back to her, and she took a sip, starting to feel a little more, well, human.

"Look, you can't change the past, and what your Mom and Dad were feeling when they were feeling. You just have to trust that they love you, and they're doing what they can to keep you safe. I can't know what it was like to grow up without them, but I know them. Whatever they said to you, or whatever you overheard, this is the most important thing for them. Dean was broken without you, and Castiel seemed like he didn't have a purpose, and you have no idea how big a difference it is from the last time I saw them. Because of you."

"Why are you saying this to me?" She asked tiredly. He kept stroking her cheek.

"Because it's true. And because I care."

Faith nodded slowly, and moved forward clumsily, trying to balance the tea and work around the bump to get closer to Junior. He watched, his hazel eyes wide open, clearly curious about this change of mood, and she pressed closer, kissing him gently on the mouth again. It didn't last long, neither of them wanting to break what there was between them, but it was enough. As Faith settled back against the headboard, Junior smiled at her shyly.

"Was that you saying yes?" He checked. She nodded.

"I still think you're crazy, but I guess I like crazy."

The door creaked open, and Gabriel stuck his head in, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he called loudly over his shoulder, still looking at them. "No fooling around. Junior isn't even in the bed. Either he's got no game or your kids suck at being teenagers."

"Other teenagers don't have an archangel checking up on them," Junior pointed out. Gabriel winked.

"Touché. Come out, we want to talk to you. Both of you. Fully dressed."

He left the door wide open, and Junior shook his head in amusement, before smiling at Faith.

"I'll see you out there, okay?"

She nodded, and sipped her tea.

"Thank you for my drink."

He wrinkled his snout, and left the room, Garth immediately clapping him on the back and including him in a discussion with Dean and Sam. Faith sipped some more tea, before climbing out of the bed, and slipping into the bathroom, changing quickly into a pair of jeans and one of Sam's old plaid shirts, which he had lent her to cover her bulging stomach. She joined them, sitting on Dean's lap as they gathered around the small dining table.

"So, we've come up with a plan," Sam spoke hesitantly. Dean's hold on Faith tightened momentarily. "But I don't think you're going to like it."