AN: Description of major surgery ahead. Nothing too gory as it's told from the patient's perspective, but still thought it needed a warning.

Hannah could feel them moving around inside her.

She couldn't feel any pain through, just pressure. She took slowly deep breaths, just like she had been practicing, as a poorly time contraction went through her. Then more pressure as they made the incision into her uterus.

"Sir, what's that?" The nurse asked, shielding her eyes, trying to protect them from the bright slivery right light imitating from the cut.

"We thought this might happen." Monroe told her. "The only thing you can do is shut your eyes and move fast.

"You're doing good, Hannah." Someone, she was too out of it to tell who, told her.

"Sir," Someone else said, "I'm getting some weird signs here on her vitals."

Monroe stopped to look at the vital signs. "She's stable, nothing to worry about." Then the slivery light got brighter. "Now—let's see what we can find in there."

Hannah could feel more movement inside her and then suddenly she could hear crying. "Is that…" She began.

"Hello beautiful." Monroe smiled, holding an unusually large, squalling squirming baby girl, still attached to her umbilical cord, "Shame about the eyes thought."

"Wha—what's wrong with her eyes?" Hannah grogged, trying to see.

"We'll get you some new ones later." Monroe told the baby, as he cut the cord, "Just please, don't just keep replacing them when you don't need to like your Great Aunt Henrietta. That brought your Grandfather no end of grief."

"You got a name picked out?" Jacob asked as his father came over to them.

"Caris Styne." Monroe christened her, handing the baby to Jacob.

"Has a nice to ring to it." Jacob smiled.

Hannah opened her mouth to protest, but she could barely open her mouth, she felt so weak…

"Sir, she's hemorrhaging!" The nurse exclaimed.

"Damitt!" Monroe cursed, handing the baby to Jacob, "I need type O!" Monroe ordered.

As a cut was made to get the needle into her, Hannah lost consciousness.

Sam and his army drove all night, never stopping, at last making it to Shreveport in the early light of the morning. The quickest route to the Styne estate was through the town, which as they drove through, a cop car appeared, its lights flashing.

Carrie Anne looked out from the back of the truck cab. "Which one of us is he pulling over?"

"I don't know." Amity said looking as well.

Airing on the side of caution, the entire convoy pulled over. Much to the surprise of the cops in the car.

"Which one did Monroe want us to bring in again?" The officer in the passenger seat asked the one in the driver seat.

"The one in the black classic car behind the truck, I think." The older , balding cop in the driver seat replied, pointing out the Impala.

"Well, what about the rest of them?" Passenger Seat Officer questioned, "We can't take in all of them. There's two of us and—" His voice trailed off and he started to count, "A lot of them."

"Shreveport ain't small." Driver Seat Officer pointed out, somewhat exasperated, "We can get more cops."

"Not all the cops are one Stynes pay role." Passenger Seat Officer argued, "I think."

"Well, then we don't call them in." Driver Seat Officer reasoned.

While this was going on, Sam and his army noticed the fight and realized things weren't on the up and up. Sam stuck out his head and nodded and that nod went down the line. Soon the convoy started moving again.

"Oh crap!" Driver Sear Officer exclaimed taking off again, turning on the lights and sirens, but this time they paid it no heed. The one in the passenger seat stuck out firing at the tires of the nearest car. Sticking out, herself, Bonnie fired back, hitting the front tire.

"Babe!" Clive exclaimed, "We're in a residential aera!"

"Come on, I think we've established they're working for the bad guys." Bonnie pointed out.

"That's true." Clive shrugged it off, "Fire away, just—be careful."

Getting the same idea, Jody stuck her own gun out, firing at the vehicle, and hitting the other tire. The cruiser began to slow down.

Delores did them one better, sticking her own head out of the car and whispering something in Latin. Suddenly the car began serving on either side of the road, puncturing a tire on the curb. The cops got out, running a few feet, but decided it was no use.

The first thing Hannah was aware of when she woke up, was pain.

Her eyes slowly opened, staring into the bright light of the ceiling, not sure when she was. As she remembered what happened, she slowly sat up, only for her body to protest with a wave of pain, causing her to wince and shriek back.

"Be careful there." Monroe told her, "You just had your stomach cut open. It'll take a minute to recover, even for you. You know, you gave us quite a scare, there. We thought we lost you for a minute. You coded twice."

Hannah had other concerns at the moment. "Baby…" She began, "Where's…."

"Over there." Monroe answered, pointing to a clear plastic hospital crib, where the baby girl was swaddled in a white blanket.

Hannah tried to go to her, in spite of the pain, only to realize she was still strapped to the table. She pulled, trying to get free. "Can I hold her?" Hannah requested, "Please."

Monroe walked over to crib and picked up the baby, nodding to the nurse who undid Hannah's restraints before he sat the baby in her arms. In spite of the situation, Hannah stared down at the tiny being she and Sam had created with wonder. She was larger than a new born normally was, appearing maybe three or four, maybe even months old. Hannah could see what Monroe was talking about with the eyes. One was a dark chocolatey brown like Sam's, the other an almost powder blue, like hers. They were beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful.

"Hello, there," Hannah whispered, as the baby reached out and began playing with her mother's finger.

That was when the nurse came over. "Dr. Styne, if you could wait outside while I show her the positions."

"Yes, yes," Monroe agreed, walking away.

As the nurse leaned in, Hannah slowly started to slide the shiv out of her sleeve, but froze. She still couldn't move very well, and she still had to deal with the rest of the Stynes. It wasn't time yet.

"Okay, why don't we try a football hold first?" The nurse suggested.

Hannah spent the next fifteen minutes trying everything to nurse, but for some reason the child just couldn't seem to latched.

"I don't understand it." The nurse declared, confirming with Monroe, "She's making milk, her nipples aren't abnormally flat, I did a quick examination of Caris and she doesn't appeared tongue tucked, there's no good reason why the child shouldn't be able to latch."

"Well, we thought something like this might happen." Monroe declared reaching out towards Hannah and the baby, "That's what wet nurses are for." With that he plucked the child out of her mother's arms, causing the baby to start crying.

"No!" Hannah shouted, reaching out, only for the nurse to push her down. The pair began to struggle, Hannah's body screaming in pain. She was about to push the shiv out of her sleeve again when Monroe sat the baby down and went to help the nurse. "Settle down!" He shouted, wrapping a strap around her wrist, "You're going to tear your stiches or rupture something!"

Not done with the fight, she lunged out, her teeth connecting with the nurse's forearm. The nurse reared back, howling in pain. "She bit me!"

Monroe very calmly in spite of all the chaos grabbed a gray piece of cloth and forced it into Hannah's mouth, lifting back her hair. "Sorry, Hannah," He said as he tied it into place, not sounding very sorry at all, "But it looks like this is going to have to stay in until you learn your place."

With that, he picked up the baby, and walked out of the lab while the nurse went to tend to her wounds. Relativity unattended and mostly alert by this point, Hannah tried to push the shiv out of her sleeve.

Outside, a lone guard in dark clothing was walking in front of the Styne house. He looked around, and apparently satisfied he was alone, began to walk off, when he saw a small fire on perfectly manicured lawn, that seemingly started randomly.

"What the—" The man began, going over to the fire, when suddenly Lailah appeared, as if out of nowhere, touching the man on the forehead and causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.

Near the front door, another man was standing guard. Sensing something, he walked forward a bit, looking around. Finding nothing he turned back to face the door and found Adam with another man in a headlock. That was when Tova, Eileen and Sam rushed in, Eileen kicking him in the shin, Tova kicking him in the groin, and Sam knocking him unconscious.

Sam didn't even need to kick down the door because Magda, or maybe it was Sissy, opened the door for him with their mind. There was a group of maybe a dozen men waiting for them when they burst in, guns drawn.

However, they weren't expecting so big a group.

Sam's side spread out, trying to find cover behind what nearest pieces of furniture, firing at the goons who were firing at them, at least until a force sent their guns across the room. Jennifer's cobras slid across the floor and up the stairs, men jumping out of the way to avoid them, the one furest up the stairs suffering a nasty bite. The Perplexity charged, roaring, sinking his teeth into the pants leg of the nearest goon, who howled out in pain. Sorrow and Joy began to throw their knives, mainly hitting furniture and a couple of arms.

The men began to charge, engaging in alternative forms of combat with the rescue party, leaving the stairs clear.

"Go!" Jody shouted, "Go get your wife! We got this!"

Sam ran up the stairs, Charlie joining him.

Sam and Charlie ran through the halls as quickly as stealthily as he could, looking through every room for any sign of Hannah. They turned a corner and ran head on into a rather startled teenage boy, who raised his hands in the air. "Sam Winchester?" He asked, "Are you Sam Winchester? Please, please, tell me you're Sam Winchester."

They hunters lowered their guns slightly, but still kept them aimed on the youth. "Who's asking?"

"I'm a friend of Hannah's." Cyrus explained, "Well, we were trying to help each other. We would've been out of here, but the stupid bobby pin didn't work—"

"Huh?" Sam responded in spite of himself.

"Long story." Cyrus told him, "Look, I can take you to her, and I can take you to the baby, I'll explain on the way."

"Alright." Sam agreed, then pointing his gun at Cyrus again, said, "But if this is a trap—"

"It's not." Cyrus reassured him, leading the way.

They heard the baby crying before they reached the nursery. It sent Sam's heart into its throat. Keeping his bearings, he pressed himself against the wall, looking into the room, where a woman dressed in gray was standing over a crib.

"Who the Hell is that?" Sam whispered.

"Dad sent for a wet nurse, just in case—well, you know." Cyrus explained awkwardly.

"Real mature, kid." Sam commented, before sneaking into the room.

"What is it, my love?" The wet nursed asked as if "Caris" could understand her, picking up. "Oh, it's okay. It's okay. Are you hungry? Okay-" Her voice trailed off as she heard the click of a gun.

"Put the baby down, and turn around slowly." Sam ordered, deadly serious.

The women carefully sat Grace in her crib then turned around, her hands in the air.

"Sorry about this." Charlie said, putting her gun to the side and throwing the knife, knocking her out.

As Charlie and Cyrus locked the unconscious wet nurse in the closet, Sam turned his attention to the squalling infant. "Hey, there," Sam greeted her softly, carefully picking up the child to check for injury. However, recognizing her father's voice the child quieted immediately after Sam stopped talking. "You okay baby?" Sam continued, "You're okay. Oh, and you're so beautiful. You are the most amazing thing I have ever…" Suddenly a name popped into his head. One they had added to list a little later after that first conversation. "Say, ah, we're going to have to run it by your mom, but, um, for now I'm going to call you Grace, okay? Yeah, Grace." Realizing he could not hold Grace and the gun at the same time he continued, "Uh, Gracie, I'm going to have to hand you over to your aunt, and she's going to get you out of here, but Daddy will be right back with Mommy, I promise." With that he handed Grace over to Charlie, instructing the huntress to, "Watch the head, there that's right." Then he looked at his friend. "Take her and get her outside. We can't fight them with her in the crossfire."

Charlie nodded, adding, "But if you're not back by the time I get her to safety, I'm coming after you."

"Fair enough." Sam agreed. Then after Charlie ran from the room Sam took his gun and gestured at the door, ordering Cyrus, "Let's go. Show me where the lab is."

Hannah felt sent of jubilation as the shiv finally broke through the leather of the strap. She quickly slid her hand and out and began unstrap the other hand, when heard footsteps down the hall. Realizing she wasn't in any state to engage in a battle, Hannah slid the hand back in, hiding the shiv, and arranging the strap so no one could see the damage. When Monroe Styne appeared, she let out a whimper, but otherwise showed no signs of putting up a fight.

As Monroe walked over to his captive he said, "Now, I'm going to need to talk you for these examinations so I'm going to remove this," He grabbed the tip of the gag, "But no more funny business or it goes back in and I do this without your cooperation, understand?"

Hannah nodded, and the gag was removing. "Where's my daughter?"

"In the nursery, you can see her in a bit." Monroe answered, pulling back the sides of her dress.

She was still in the maternity dress they gave her to wear the previous day. A thick line of stitches went across her abdomen, and she noticed that she seemed to be in a similar shape to what she was pre pregnancy, which she didn't think happened naturally. Had they done some kind of surgery while she unconscious?

"I can't say we didn't do a little something," Monroe began as if readying her mind, "But as it turns out, most of the bump was all baby. I was more concerned with keeping you from bleeding out on the table without going blind."

"What are you going to do now?" Hannah asked, shifting on the table, causing another wave of pain.

Before things could go any further, there was a loud crash and a few seconds later, Sam appeared, his gun trained on Monroe. "Get. Away. From. Her."

Monroe turned around, seemingly unphased, by the interruption even amused. "You must be Sam Winchester."

"And you much be the head asshat." Sam replied, "I've got you surrounded. Just—stand down and no one else has to get hurt." Just then, someone came at Sam from behind tackling him to the ground. He tried to fight back, but his attacker managed to get him into a headlock, and he could feel something sharp about his throat.

"What was that about having us surrounded?" Jacob hissed, in his ear. Now it was time to finish off the aggravating inconvenience that Sam Winchester once and for all.

"Wait!" Hannah shouted out, "Don't!" After a moment, she got it out, "If I agree to stay, will you let Sam take our daughter and go?"

For second, everything froze.

"Hannah, no." Sam spoke up.

"Sam, they need one of us." Hannah reasoned urgently ,"And I can barely move." Then she turned her attention to Monroe. "Look, the whole reason you took me alive is because if I can carry one Nephilim successfully, I can do it again. You don't need the girl. I won't run, I won't fight, I'll be your slave 'till Kingdom Come, just let them go."

Monroe seemed surprised by what he was hearing. "You do that? For him?"

"I'm not leaving here without you." Sam hissed, only for the knife to dig a little into his throat, not enough to do damage, but enough to hurt.

"You know what it's like." Hannah told him ignoring him, "When you would do anything to keep someone safe."

"I can't say I do." Monroe countered.

"Not even your sons?" Hannah argued, "Not…Elena?"

Monroe's face darkened. "How do you know that name?"

"Your sons got into a fight about her on the plane." Hannah answered, "You had Jacob save the ring. I kept wondering why, trying to figure it out, because it's clearly not the reason you said. Look around, you need to kill someone, you got better resources than a poison ring. Then I learned who she was. What happened. Then it was pretty easy to figure out. You feel in love with her. For one tiny little moment it wasn't clinical, wasn't just tradition, wasn't just a means to an end. You let yourself feel something for someone who wasn't in the family. And you wanted something to remember her by."

Monroe cleaned closer to Hannah. "You're right messenger. For a fleeting second I did have a moment of weakness and had feelings for my brood mare. " He smiled a little, as if reminiscing, "She was so sweet, so alive. So I was soft on her. Gave her freedom others weren't aloud, more contact with my son." Suddenly his tone changed as he grabbed Hannah by her hair, hair, making it so that their was no distance between their faces, "And you know what happened? She betrayed me! The bitch ran the first chance she got, and oh, I made her pay for that. And I have made sure I never let myself be that undisciplined, that weak, again, and that none of my boys were. Now, I don't know what you were trying to do…." That was when he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his stomach.

Hannah had snuck her hand out of the strap she had cut, slid her shiv out, stabbing Monroe. Freeing her other wrist, she grabbed Monroe turning him around with the shiv to his throat. "Drop the knife, or I finish the job."

Suddenly there was a clash and the room began to shake as something in another part of the building exploded, causing Jacob to let go. Sam managed to get to his feet, turning on Jacob and shoot him in the head.

"Ergg, you're gonna pay for that, boy!" Monroe declared, managing to push Hannah aside. However, Hannah raised, up stabbing him in the neck, doubling over as his body fell to the ground.

Sam rushed to Hannah, helping her to her feet. "I don't…. I don't think I can walk…." She got out.

"It's okay, honey, I got you." Sam assured her, holding her up, "Come on, come on."

"The baby…they took our baby, Sam." Hannah told him desperately.

"Mrs. Winchester, that is never going to happen." Sam told her, "We got her, Charlie took her safety, she' safe, we're getting her out of here. We're getting you both out of here, okay?"

Hannah nodded. "And the—boys? They said Abigail wouldn't let them hurt the boys, is that true?"

"They're fine, we got them somewhere safe, and they're going to be so happy to see you." Sam told her, walking her out of the door, shutting it behind him.

Inside lab, the tool tray caught fire, slowly setting the rest of the lab ablaze.

"I don't -I don't know what's wrong with my body." Hannah said as they walked down the hall.

Around them, random rooms were catching fire in oddly controlled blazes.

"Well, you just had a c-section, babe, this is actually normal, believe it or not." Sam told her, as they hurried past another spontaneously combusting room.

Finally, they came to the stairs where having either dispatched or ran off the men, the group was heading up the stairs, freezing when they saw them.

"Sam?" Jody asked, a thousand questioned loaded in that statement. Is Hannah okay? Is the baby okay? Do we have to worry about another attack?

"They both seem fine, but we need to get them to a doctor ASAP, Charlie took the baby out the back, I took care of most of the Stynes, but someone should go get the wet nurse, we left her in the nursery, just, please don't kill her. Also, not complaining, but, um, I thought we were going to wait until we had confirmation we had them before we started the fire."

"Things not gnarly down here." Carrie Anne justified.

Donna and Kia stepped up. "We'll get the nurse." The sheriff volunteered, both of them going up to Cyrus. "Care to show us the way?"

"Ah, sure." Cyrus said, going off with the women.

"Tabbris," Ruth began, almost dead pan, "Is what's happening here what I think is happening here?"

"We'll talk about this later." Tabbris whispered.

It was bit like herding cats, but the army, and anyone else still left in the house poured out, the survivors scatting every which way and the army to their vehicles, driving off as the mansion was engulfed in flames.

They drove away in relative silence. Considering no one had really slept the night before, Charlie, Magda and Jody were pasted out in the back, Cyrus with them staring at the window. Hannah was in in the front seat with Grace, Sam behind the wheel. When they got on the road, he called Rawls.

"Thanks." Sam said when the call was over, "Let them know we're about to head out. Again, thanks, I really owe you one." With that he hung up. "Okay, the boys are fine. They really miss us, but they're happy to meet their baby sister."

"Thank God." Hannah sighed. After a beat, she asked, "What did you tell them?"

"Honestly, not as much as I probably should." Sam admitted, "But I said that something unexpected happened, and I needed them to be good for Rawls and Serena Joy while I took care of it. They weren't thrilled, but they seem okay, now, all things considered."

Hannah let out of sigh of relief. After a moment she asked, "Do you need me to drive?"

"Hannah, you just had major surgery after being abducted by a bunch of satanic mad scientists." Sam pointed out, "If I get too tired, I'll get one of the others. But how are you feeling?"

"Everything hurts, but I don't think anything's been torn or ruptured." Hannah answered, before looking down at Grace, silent. Then she looked up. "Thank you for coming to fight for us."

Sam paused, not sure how to take that. It had never occurred to him not to fight for them. "Hannah are you sure you're doing okay? You're not feeling like any PTSD -typed things going on?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shaken." Hannah admitted, "But really I just—relieved. Grateful even."

"You know, Hannah, if you need to talk—" Sam began.

"Maybe later." Hannah cut him off, "But not now. Now, I just want-no, I need to just be with you and Castiel, and Dean, and our-baby that we still need to name." The baby reached out, grabbing one of Hannah's curls. "What should we call her?" She asked, "We need to give her a name."

"Well, I when I saw her for the first time in that nursery, something popped into my head." Sam admitted, "Grace."

"Grace?" Hannah repeated, rather uncertain. It seemed like asking for trouble, for someone to make the connection.

"If you don't like it –" Sam began.

Then something occurred to her. "Back at the mansion they were calling her Caris."

Sam furrowed his brow. "I guess it's nice, but, um, do you really want to keep the name the deranged rednecks who tried to turn you into a handmaid gave her?"

"No, no, no, no." Hannah corrected him, "But Caris means grace. Well, it's one of the meanings at least. Maybe you thinking of it, and that—maybe they're signs. Maybe Grace, is supposed to be her name. Maybe it tells them that they can't win."

"They?" Sam repeated, "Hannah, they're all dead. Or at least most of them, I mean, some of them ran away, and of course there's the kid—" He gestured back to Cyrus.

"I'm not talking about the Stynes." Hannah cut him off, "I'm talking about Abigail, Eric, Duma, the demons, anyone who thinks they can split our family apart."

He took her hand. "Just let them try." After a beat he said, "Any idea for a middle name?"

"How do you feel about Marie?" Hannah asked, "We talked about it before."

"Grace Marie Winchester." Sam tried the name on his tongue, "That has a nice ring to it."

Grace reached out a pudgy little hand. Sam carefully reached out and let her take his finger.

"Welcome to the world, Grace Marie Winchester." Sam greeted her, "Sorry things got a little bumpy way."

Opening her locket, which she had manage to keep throughout the ordeal, Hannah showed Grace the picture inside. "These are your big brothers. They're really excited to meet you."

The baby Nephilim stared up at the picture with curiosity, letting out a small coo.

"You have a whole family looking out for you." Hannah whispered, letting Grace try to reach the necklace, "So whatever happens, you will always be loved."

AN: I know there are more important things at the moment, and I've already mentioned this before (probably too early) but still wanted to give fair warning anything: This is the penultimate chapter for this story. The next chapter will be the conclusion. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this.

And of course, stay safe out there, guys!