"Alright." Sam declared, shutting the suitcase, "Ready to go."

It was less than a week before Hannah's due date, and they were getting everything prepped and ready to go. Charlie and Magda were on their way to watch to the kids. Dr. Robert and Annamaria had several consolations with them, both separate and meeting over Skype. Tova was bringing down a couple of hunters she trusted and were approved of by Sam to deal with any cosmic disturbances that apparently could pop while the mother of a Nephilim was in labor. Since Hannah was a common angel anything that would happen should probably be on the milder side, but they weren't taking any chances. Jody was picking up the atheistic for the operation, and also help with any possible disturbances. They had like a month's worth of meals in the fridge ready to heat up. Reason had been able to make temporarily alterative child care arrangements to take a little off of them, thought she was still checking in almost daily. And Sam and Hannah had just packed the bag to go to the set up.

Hannah sat back down on the bed in between Dean and Castiel, who watched the whole thing. "Is baby sister coming soon?" Cas spoke up.

"In a few more days, little one." Hannah told them, resting an arm on her expanded abdomen. She was as big as a house and Sam's shirt, while still comfortable, did nothing to hide the pregnancy anymore, hadn't for the last few months, actually and her womb was the most convenient place to rest her hands and arms. Also, she just liked cradling the baby.

Suddenly Hannah felt a good switch kick to her side, so strong it actually caused her to bend.

"Mommy?" Dean asked, looking up at her in alarm.

"It's alright, little one." Hannah assured him, "Baby sister's just moving around. She's—she's very strong." She wasn't sure it was actually normal for a baby to be that strong, sometimes it was like the baby was trying to fight her way out.

"Can I touch?" Dean asked.

Hannah smiled, taking the tot's hand and placing it on her stomach.

"Hey!" Cas protested, "I want to feel too!"

Hannah repeated the action with Cas, saying, "These are your brothers, little one. "

"Hey, ah, I know you'll probably at your limit, but, uh…" Sam began.

"Go ahead." Hannah offered.

Sam crouched down, putting a careful hand on Hannah's stomach. That was when the baby kicked again. "Whoa," Sam commented, actually surprised by the intensity, "You got a little MMA fighter in there." Then he began in the goofiest voice either of them had ever heard, "It's okay, it's just Daddy. No reason to freak out."

In a Winnebago precariously close to the bunker, Abigail was at the counter of the cooking aera, mortar and pestle in hand, grounding up white pills. Then taking a sterling silver ring with an amethyst over at its center, lifted up the jewel and poured the power in. "Where did you guys even find this thing?"

"It belonged to our father's second bro—second wife." Jacob answered.

Suddenly something occurred to Abigail, "I never saw any—"

"Dear Elena passed on many years ago." Jacob's brother, a pale-haired man that went by Elton, who, as like most of the Style men she had met, dressed rather dandy spoke up, "When our youngest brother was a baby. You haven't met him either."

Abigail paused a minute, once again not sure if she could trust these men. Finishing packing in the sedative, she mentioned, "Actually come to think of it, I didn't see any women on the compound. "

"It's nothing personal or anything." Jacob told her, "The last breeding cycle just produced all boys. Since your half-breed girl starts the next cycle, that should be rectified. Thank Heaven for little girls."

"And by breeding cycle you mean-?" Abigail asked, putting on the ring and looking at it, trying to appear casual.

"Mail order brides, arranged marriages." Jacob told her, "The odd kissing cusion, when it's considered the best option. All carefully chosen, best, brightest and healthiest mates, for the-optimum offspring."

That knot began to form in Abigail's stomach again. He made the whole thing sound so clinical. Then again, look where a love match had got her.

"Hey," Elton spoke up, sensing her apprehension, "You having second thoughts?" They had no way into that bunker. They still needed her.

"No, no." Abigail brushed it off, regaining her resolve, "Probably better that way." Changing the subject, she asked, "You wouldn't happen to have something that would take out Hannah, too, would you?"

"You leave her to us." Jacob told them, "Just get us to her."

"And Sam?" Abigail asked. She had enough drugs for the boys, but not him.

"Don't worry." Jacob assured her, "We got a distraction cooked up for him."

Meanwhile, Charlie and Magda were on the way to the bunker, Charlie was driving while Magda was working on her math. The girl still had some educational deficits from her years in captivity and since it seemed to be the thing to do recently, Charlie had started homing schooling her to get her back on track.

"How's it going over there?" Charlie asked, "Need any help?"

"Charlie, you're a little preoccupied right now, don't you think?" Magda quipped, "I'm good, thanks."

That was something, it looked like it might be a human, a man maybe, stepped out in front of them in the road.

Charlie swerved, sending the car careening off the road into a nearby ditch, the airbag setting up and hitting Charlie in the face, rendering her unconscious.

"Charlie?" Magda exclaimed, trying to shake the huntress awake, "Charlie?!"

The man ran towards the car and Magda got a good look at him. He was tall, taller than Sam, with rippling muscles covered in yellow skin, as if he had a bad case of Jaunice, his black hair went down to his waist, his face was shriveled with white eyes, as if he had cataracts, and snarling black lips.

He made it to the car just as Magda got herself unbuckled and was working on a still unconscious Charlie. "Sorry…." He groaned in some sort of European accent, slurring his speech, as he tried to open the car door.

"No!" Magda shouted, throwing him across the road with her mind.

Meanwhile, unaware of what was happening, Jody arrived, an unexpected guess following close behind her.

"Is she supposed to be here?" Jody asked, pointing to where Abigail was standing behind her.

"Sorry, I would've called, but I still don't have your number." Abigail told her, "I know it's almost time; there are a few things I thought we should go over."

"She's cool." Sam replied, "Kinda." As they walked back down, Sam continued, "So, you got it?"

"One angel anesthetic." Jody declared, pulling a small vile of clear liquid from her bag once they reached the bottom of the bottle of the stairs, "According to the notes, she won't go completely under, but she won't be in any pain, and it's completely safe."

"Wish I had that when I giving birth." Abigail commented.

"Do I even want to know how she tested this?" Jody asked.

"Probably not." Sam admitted. Just then they were interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. "Hello?"

"It took Charlie." Magda declared, panicked, "I tried to stop it, I pushed it across the road like, three time, but it still got in the car and all I could do was run…."

"Magda, Magda, clam down." Sam urged, "What happened?" Magda explained situation and his voice visibly fell. "Alright, stay where you are, I'll come get you, we'll find her." With that he hung up.

"What is it?" Jody asked urgently.

"Charlie and Magda were attacked." Sam explained, "Magda got away, but it took Charlie."

"Go both of you." Abigail told them, "I'll hold things down here."

Sam really didn't want to do that. But he didn't think he had a choice.

When Charlie came to, her head was pounding, all she could see was blackness. She hopped she had a good time because she was certainly paying for it now. Slowly her eyes opened and she found herself staring up at a rotting ceiling.

"Huh?" Charlie responded, confused, sitting up. She found herself on a blue woven blanket in the middle of a dilapidated room. Suddenly she remembered the crash.

Suddenly the creature lumbered into the room from somewhere else in the building, holding two fistfuls somethings, lumbering towards Charlie.

"Don't come any closer." Charlie warned, franticly searching for one of the weapons she knew she had, had on her during the ambush. It looked like whatever this was, was smart enough to disarm her. And it was still coming towards her. "Stay back! Stay back!"

Suddenly the creature dumped a pile of blue berries at her feet, saying one and putting it in his mouth. "Good." He told her.

Sam and Jody found Magda by the pay phone she had found to contact him. The young physic was inside the booth and didn't get out until Sam got out of the car, then she ran to him. "Are you hurt?" Sam asked.

Magda shook her head, looking like she was about to burst out crying any minute.

"It's okay." Sam assured her, "We're going to find her. Do you think you can lead us back to the crash?"

Magda was able to direct them back to the spot in the road where they were running off, the car door of the bug now ripped off.

"Wait here." Sam told Magda as he and Jody got out of the Impala and walked to scene.

"No blood. "Jody noted, "Wherever he took her, he took her alive. So, you thinking zombie?"

"I'm not sure." Sam admitted, "What Magda described could definitely be that, but…something just seems off."

That was when Sam noticed something by the whole where the door use to be. It looked like some kind of worn, extremely worn, brown leather journal. He picked it up and the strap closing the book fell off in his hand. He carefully opened it, revealing yellow pages covered in loopy, flourished hand writing. "What language is this?"

Jody took the diary from him. "French, maybe? But there are notes on the side in English. 'Where it all began, Elizabeth, why did she leave them cusions…"

"Well, those notes make total sense" Sam snarked peering out. That was when he saw it. A set of indentions in the grass nearby. "I see tracks."

They hurried over to the indention and saw a set of two very long foot prints. Followed by another set of foot prints. Then another…

Meanwhile, Hannah was stirring a pot of SpaghettiOs trying to take her mind off the Charlie situation. She hated being stuck on the sidelines like this. Hated being unable to help.

That was when Abigail walked in. "No, no, no, no." Abigail explained, running up, almost in a panic, "Hannah, you don't need to be doing that. I can get it."

"It's fine." Hannah told her, "It helps keep my mind off things."

"Well, at least let me help with something." Abigail requested running her hands through her hair.

"Alright, how bout you get out drinks?" Hannah suggested.

"Sure." Abigail agreed, going for the fridge. "Anything in particular."

"We usually just do milk or water." Hannah explained, "Sometimes juice."

"Alright." Abigail agreed pulling out the milk and wondering now to get things back on track.

Hannah put the bowels down and went to get the boys. Seizing the opportunity, she went over to the bowels she knew were meant for the boys, untwisting the purple jewel on a Stirling sliver ring, pouring white powder into both bowels and mixing it in furiously.

Back in the woods, Charlie peaked out from the bedroom to see her captor peering out the front door of the house. Charlie's eyes surveyed the aera. She could see into the kitchen next to the aera where the creature was standing, probably a living room in better days, and she thought she could make out a back door in the kitchen. If she could make it there before he saw her…

That was when the creature turned around, looking right out.

"Hold on there, bub," Charlie began, walking back as he lumbered towards her, "This might not be what it looks like."

"You…stay…." The creature ordered, in his slurred voice. It was like he had some kind of stroke.

"Alright, I stay." Charlie agreed. She was alone, in an isolated aera and unarmed, but so far aside from the actual kidnaping, he hadn't done anything to hurt her. She didn't want to rock that boat until she had a way out. "Hey, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Why don't we start with names, huh? I'm Charlie. Do you, ah, have a name?"

"Adam…." The creature began, "…Shell—Shelly."

"Alright, there's a start." Charlie replied, before cocking her head. Why did it seem like she should know that name? "Adam, can you tell me what you are?"

Adam stared at her blankly for a minute.

Charlie worried that she might have just done the very thing she was trying to avoid. "I'm sorry." She apologized quickly, "I didn't mean—"

Suddenly, Adam remembered something a woman, his mother, he thought told him. "M-Miracle. I'm a miracle."

"Okay," Charlie agreed, just deciding to go with it for now, "Adam, why did you bring me here?"

"They want…hurt." Adam got out, "I don't want…. hurt."

Charlie's heart jumped into her throat. "Well, then you don't have to. See? You haven't hurt me, yet. You can come back from this. We can just—walk out of here together and figure this out."

Adam shook his head, then turned to look at the window.

Charlie closed her eyes, afraid of what the answer would be if she asked who he was waiting on.

Meanwhile, Sam and Jody were fallowing the footprints, while Jody was trying to make some sense of journal. "Okay, from what I've got, this guy, the guy taking the notes, his mother, Mary, went to her friend Elizabeth's cusion, Victor, because poor Mary's babies kept dying. Victor got little crush on her, which Elizabeth was angry about, because, among other things it appears unlike Percy, the woman was devoted…"

"Percy?" Sam repeated, not taking his eyes off the tail. It was almost too obvious, as if someone wanted them to find them. Were they being led into a trap?

"Yeah, I think it's her husband's name." Tova explained, "Apparently he cheated on her and encouraged her to cheat too. It looks like he might have even cheated on her with her sister, or maybe step sister. It also looks like our diarist really didn't like the guy. Lots of underlined words, lots of exclamation marks…." Her voice trailed off before saying, "Good Lord."

"What?" Sam asked turning around for the first time.

"He was doing experiments." Jody began, her voice hushed, "He wanted to make a child for her."

"What do you mean—make a child?" Sam questioned, "That wasn't even possible then. Except, maybe by magic."

"Maybe he used magic." Jody reasoned, "I can't tell. Not without a better translation or more concrete notes."

The conversation was stopped by a scream through the woods.

Meanwhile, Abigail peeked into the boy's bedroom. Both of them had gone out shortly after launch and were dead to the world. The pills should make sure they were asleep just enough for her and the Stynes to abscond with Hannah. Hopefully this way would spare them too much trauma.

Shutting the door then putting a chair in front of it, Abigail hurried down the hall, through the study, and up the stairs, opening the door where Jacob and Elton were waiting for her. "Come on," She said, ushering them in, "She's in the bedroom." As she followed them, she added, "How much time do we got before Sam gets back from your little distraction?"

Fighting back a smirk, Jacob said, "Oh, I think we got time."

Meanwhile, Adam was starting to get impatient, stepping outside from the porch. Seeing the opportunity, Charlie made her move, bolting from the bedroom. She ran as fast as she could to the bedroom. Sure enough, there was a door, its screen peeling off. She threw open the door and kept running.

Adam was peering out in the distance as far as his eyes could see. He uses to have eyesight superior to human beings, but it faded with every reanimation. Just like his memory, his ability to speak. Every time it was worst. He wished they would just let him die permanently. The ones he was supposed to be waiting for weren't there yet. He didn't want to do this. He wished he could just say no. But where would he go?

Suddenly he heard a door slam and turned around. He rushed back inside to the bedroom and found an empty blanket. "No!"

Charlie made it to the tree line before Adam burst through the back door, still screaming. She ran, moving back and forth between trees. However, he did still have three things: His strength, his speed and agility, though that had faded somewhat. He was able to catch up with Charlie, grabbing onto her and lifting her into the air, her legs kicking. "Let go of me!"

Adam threw Charlie over his shoulder, carrying her back into the house. He marched into living room where tatty, gauzy curtains and tore them from the rod.

Hearing the screaming, Sam and Jody ran towards it, guns ready. "Charlie!" Sam called out.

They broke through to a small clearing where stood a one-story house with peeling white paint and black roof with tiles coming off, and no one in sight. Then they heard Charlie's voice call out, "Let me go!"

"The back." Jody whispered, her and Sam already heading that way.

At the bunker, Hannah was flipping through a book, not really paying attention to the plot, when Abigail walked into the doorway. "Hey," She smiled, "Think you could come with me a minute? I went to check on the boys and one of them's asking for you."

Hannah stood up waddling out of the room, when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth. She struggled, beginning to throw off her attacker and tried to call out, when suddenly she felt a small sharp point at her belly, causing her to freeze.

"Do what we say or we'll hurt the baby." Elton threatened menticingly, "And then we'll gut your two boys and make watch."

Sam and Jody burst through the back-kitchen door only to find it empty. Heads on swivel, the crept through the kitchen, looking and listening for any signs. "Charlie?" Sam called out.

Suddenly they could a muffled sound, like someone trying to call out. "Sam." Jody whispered, gesturing out of the doorway to the living room.

Sat in the corner, bound hand and foot with gauzy curtain strips, was Charlie, a chunk curtain stuffed into her mouth as well. She shook her head, trying to protest to warn them, but Sam stepped out. She finally managed to spit out the cloth saying, "Don't!"

But it was too late. Adam, holding a lose piece of wood, bringing it down on Sam's head, retendering him unconscious.

"Nothing personal, Hannah." Abigail said, forcing a gauze into Hannah's mouth and tying it in place with a black cloth

The trio hand pinioned the angel's arms behind her back with warded cuffs on her wrist and thick course ropes around her ankles, the likes of which they also coiled around her ankles, ensuring she could only make small shuffling steps. She tried to scream but all that came out was a moan, fearful tears forming in her eyes.

Elton pushed Hannah down, the hall, saying, "Come on."

As the group, Jacob at the front, Elton and Hannah in the middle, Abigail in the rear, worked their way down the hall down, the lights started flicker, several of them breaking.

"I thought you said she was powdered down!" Elton exclaimed.

"She is!" Abigail shouted back, "She could barely lift a cup physically, let alone telepathically! Certainly not this!"

"Well, something's doing it!" Elton shot back.

Hannah couldn't say anything even if her mouth hadn't been gagged. It wasn't her, but she could feel some sort of power, more powder than she had contained even before the fall.

"I think I know." Jacob said, grabbing the blade from Elton and poking harder than he had, and actually began addressing Hannah's womb through gritted teeth, "Listen little lady, unless you want us to rip you out of your mom right now and leave her bleeding out on the floor, you settle down. "

Just as suddenly as it started, it all stopped. Suddenly feeling drained, Hannah fell back limp as doll. Elton caught her and picked her up fireman style, carrying her down the hall.

Meanwhile, Sam was coming to, his head pounding. He forced his eyes opening and found himself lying on the floor, his arms pinned behind his back and some kind of cloth wrapped around his wrist. He looked around to see Charlie still in the corner, Jody still unconscious, but slowly waking but the only one of them unbound, and their captor holding the journal, staring at it, moaning, "Uncle Victor…."
"Charlie?" Sam whispered over to her as he reached for the knife in his back pocket, "You alright?"

"Yeah, after he knocked Jody out, he found the journal and he just—dropped everything and started looking at it, going on about someone named Victor…" Charlie whispered.

Sam finally got to his pocket only to find to his horror, the knife was gone.

"Yeah, he did get around to at least pratically disarming you before he noticed it." Charlie told him, "He won't talk to me."

"He was before?" Sam asked.

"Why?" The creature groaned.

"Actually, yeah." Charlie confirmed, "Every time I was getting somewhere with him, I just keep hitting a wall. Sam, he's not acting on his own. He's following someone else's orders. He doesn't even want to be doing this."

Meanwhile, Jody pushed a knife out of her sleeve. She didn't want to make any sudden movements, in case that got the creature's attention while over half of them were incapacitated, so she slowly edged the knife over to Sam. Realized her intention, Sam managed to take the knife from her and began cut the bonds.

Meanwhile, Charlie tried a slightly different approach. "Adam, you don't want to do this. You told me so. So, why don't we work together, all of us. Whatever control 'they' have over you, we can help you break it."

Adam shook his head. "You can't…. family."

"Family." Sam repeated in spite of himself in surprise. This thing had a family?

"Why would his family want us dead?" Jody whispered.

"You mean the Shellys?" Charlie questioned, trying to find some give in her bounds.

"Shelly?" Sam repeated, having almost sawed off the curtain shreds.

"Yeah, he said his last name was Shelly." Charlie confirmed.

That seemed to get Adam agitated. "No…." That family would never force him to do this. They loved him, and he loved them.

"Percy and Mary…Shelly…" Sam put it together, "But, Frankenstein is just a story."

That appear to set Adam off. "Frankenstein!" He shouted, punching the wall, and punching and punching getting angrier and angrier, trashing the room. He used to love the Frankensteins as much as he did his mother, or father, or younger brother. Until the day they came for him.

"You can't have him." Percy Florence shouted in his study, Victor and Earnest Frankenstein, both of them old men, "I promised Mother I would take care of him."

"And you would by sending him back with us." Victor told him calmly, "Here he has to stay cooped up in hiding, with us he could be free to roam."

"Even with your mother…exposure," Earnest picked up, shooting Victor a glare, "We've managed to keep a large estate."

"I have a whole Barony for Adam to roam, far from prying eyes." Percy Florence countered, "It's better being your experiment and slave." He leaned in towards the younger Frankenstein, "I know what you're really like. Mother knew what you were really like. That's why she wrote that book!"

Earnest smiled wickedly. "Then you know what we're capable of."

That was when two women appeared in the doorway, Percy Florence's wife, Jane, and Elizabeth Lavenza, now an old woman, but still agile, holding a knife to Jane's throat as tears poured down the terrified woman's face.

"It's your choice, Percy." Earnest told him, pulling out his own knife, "Or perhaps we should just kill all of you."

"Don't." A deep voice said.

Everyone turned to see Adam standing before them.

"Adam…." Percy Florence began, horrified.

"I will go with you without a fight." Adam told them, "Only if you let my little brother and his family go and leave them be. Otherwise I will fight you every step of the way."

"Alright." Earnest agreed, "Elizabeth, let her go."

Elizabeth removed the knife, looking rather disappointed and Jane ran for her husband, sobbing in his arms as he looked on at his brother.

"Percy, Jane, I love you." He told them, "Goodbye."

And with that Adam Shelly walked up into his entirety in Hell.

"Adam, Adam, calm down." Charlie urged, "Clam down!"

Adam let out several ragged breaths, but did seem to calm down.

Sam had officially freed himself, and both he and Jody ran to Charlie. Surprisingly enough, Adam didn't try to stop them. "But…wasn't the creature from the books, like, really intelligent." Jody pointed out as they cut Charlie lose.

"Use to be." Adam told her, "Every time brought back…worst and worst…."

Charlie stood up. "They keep bringing you back." She said, horrified, "You die but they bring you back to life whenever they need you to do their bidding."

Adam nodded.

Charlie covered her mouth. "Oh, Adam," She began walking towards him.

"Charlie—" Sam began, managing to grab his gun.

"Sam, look." Charlie said, "He's not fighting us. Just—just give me a chance, okay?"

Sam nodded, letting Charlie say her piece.

"Adam…family doesn't do that." Charlie told him, "They don't use you when your convenient and then throw you away. Now's your chance to break free. The three of us have connection, we—we can help you…"

"You, help…" Adam began.

"Yeah." Charlie confirmed, nodding.

"But first, we have a few questions." Sam spoke up, "Starting with why…. those people, want us dead?"

"So, you'd be out of the way." Adam said.

Hannah was terrified. Laid out on the bench of the Winnebago, she was helpless as a sheep gone cast, only able to wiggle futilely as they drove she didn't know where, as the curtains were drawn, and she had no clue what they were going to do to her and her baby when they got there. Occasionally they would talk about their plans, but nothing they were saying was making any sense.

After about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, but it felt like an entirety to Hannah, the Winnebago came to a stop. "Okay," Abigail said, parking the vehicle, "We're here."

As Abigail unlocked the door, Jacob walked up to her, pulling something from his suit jacket. "Thank you, Miss Shaw." He began before quickly grabbing Abigail, and before anyone knew what happened, revealing the knife and slitting her throat, before dropping her body to the ground, "We couldn't have down it without you."

Hannah tried to scream, but it came out a plaintive moan as she was lifted up again by Elton, who stepped over Abigail's body like she was nothing.

"Do we have any leads on where she stashed that physic?" Elton asked, "We have to deal with her too. She might even be fit to harvest."

"We're still looking." Jacob said, stepping out of the Winnebago, followed by Elton who was still carrying a wiggling, screaming Hannah. "Would you clam down?" Jacob snapped, "We did you a favor. She wanted you gone, but you," He turned around cupping Hannah's face, "You're too valuable to kill. Non-renewable resource." Then he turned around, reading around.

They were on some sort of private tar mac, where waiting on them was a large, sleek plane, the doors already open, the stairs already. They walked up the steps, disappearing inside, taking Hannah with them.

Historical Notes: Mary Shelly gave birth to four children between the years 1815-1819, only one of which, survived to adulthood Percy Florence. Percy Florence inherited a baronetcy from his paternal grandfather and married Jane Gibson, one of nine illegitimate children of banker Thomas Gibson. They had no children but did eventually adopt her niece, Bessie.

It is not known for sure if Percy Shelly cheated on Mary with her step sister Jane Clairmont, better known as Claire Clairmont, many scholars believe there was an affair based on the facts that after Percy's death, Claire told anyone who would listen they did have an affair, Percy believed in free love and had several dalliances with other women and encouraged Mary to have affairs including one notable incident on 1815 when he encouraged her to have an affair with his friend Thomas Hogg, (She was not amused.), lastly during the time period the alleged affair would have occurred, several pages of Mary's dairy were ripped out. Mary, however, stayed loyal to Shelly her whole life, even keeping his dried heart with her after his death to the day she died herself.

While the creature is not given a name in the novel, in serval letters Mary called him 'Adam'.

AN: Stay safe and well out there, guys!