Chapter 12

Family meeting

Montana, 1 day later

"I'm not sure if I can do this," Mia murmured. The drive had been very long and she was tired, but most of all she was nervous. Meeting Deborah Harlow, her grandmother, for the first time wasn't something she was looking forward to.

"It's okay," Sam said and touched her hand reassuringly. He was sitting on the backseat with her. "We're not forcing you…"

"She needs to do this, " Castiel cut in firmly. "We need to know about her father."

"I know, I know," Mia sighed before Sam managed to say anything. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. Determinedly she opened the car door and stepped outside.

"I can come with you…" Sam started, but she shook her head.

"I think I need to go by myself. She's my grandmother, so maybe she'll actually agree to talk to me."

Sam nodded.

"Okay. I…we'll be right here if you need us."

She gave him a nervous smile and a quick thank you before closing the door. Dean had parked the Impala few feet away from the old house. It was two-storey, gabled and had four-bay front, casement windows and a large porch. No doubt it had once been a very nice house, but now it looked mostly creepy. There weren't other houses anywhere near, only fields and few abandoned shacks. The barn next to the house didn't look very nice either. Mia was wearing a long floral print skirt and a beige sweater; she needed to look as decent as she could if she wanted her grandmother to talk to her.

The thought really irritated her; the last thing she wanted was trying to please the woman who had treated her mother so cruelly. Unfortunately she needed to forget her own feelings, this was much more important. Determinedly she marched to the front door and rang the doorbell. She had to wait for a while before the door opened and she saw a woman who was probably in her sixties. Her dark hair was partially grey; it was up in a tight bun. Her dark eyes were cold and piercing and her expression was nothing but harsh. She was wearing a black dress and a silver cross around her neck.

"Yes?" she asked harshly.

Mia tried her best to smile.

"Mrs. Harlow?"

"Yes. If you are selling something…"

"No, no, I'm not." she paused briefly before she managed to continue. "I'm Mia Harlow, Catherine's daughter. Your granddaughter."

The older woman's eyes narrowed, she tried to close the door.

"No, no, please wait," Mia said quickly and grabbed the door. "Mrs. Harlow please, I won't bother you for long, I just… I would like to ask you something."

"Let me guess," the woman snorted. "You want money. Well, your not getting a dime."

Mia had to really struggle to control herself.

"No, I don't want your money. Please, I just need to ask you one question."

The woman's eyes didn't soften at all; she looked at her granddaughter coldly.

"What might that be?"

Mia swallowed.

"I need to know who my father is."

Deborah Harlow pressed her lips together and tried to close the door again.

"Please!" Mia pleased desperately. "I…I'm pregnant!"

What? She had no idea where that had come from, but at least the woman didn't close the door.

"I'm pregnant and I really need to know about my father, for my child. I need to know if there are any genetic diseases or anything, please all I need is his name."

Mrs. Harlow stared at her piercingly.

"Are you having a bastard like your mother?"

"No, no," Mia replied quickly. "I'm married; my husband is waiting in the car."

The woman was quiet for a moment and stared at Mia and the Impala in turns.

"Who are these other men?" Mrs. Harlow asked sharply.

"My brother-in-laws," Mia replied without thinking.

"Why are they here?"

"We…we're a close family, they wanted to come and support me. They'll be the child's godfathers."

She had no idea what she was talking about, but hopefully this was working. All she needed was the damn name. Deborah Harlow was quiet for a while before speaking.

"Bring them here."

"Pardon?"

She crossed her arms and snorted.

"I want to meet this…family of yours."

"Sure."

Mia turned around and signaled the guys to come out.

"Honey!" she called as soon as Sam stepped outside. "My grandmother wants to meet my husband."

Why she had immediately chosen Sam to be her husband, she wasn't really sure. Yes, actually she was, but she tried not to think about it now.

"No problem," Dean said grinning and walked over to them. Sam gave his brother a murderous glare, but it was already too late. Mia got over her surprise quickly and smiled when Dean wrapped his arm casually around her waist. "Here I am, sweetie."

He probably thought that this was hilarious. Mrs. Harlow's gaze was more than piercing. Mia cleared her throat and quickly took Dean's hand.

"Mrs. Harlow, this is my husband Dean."

"It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am," Dean said smiling charmingly. "I can see who I can thank for my Mia's good looks."

Mrs. Harlow looked everything but pleased, Mia let out a tense laugh and kicked Dean's leg.

"Oh you. I told her about the baby."

Dean's eyes widened.

"What?"

"About our baby," Mia continued smiling and touched her belly.

"Oh, right… I'm going to be a daddy." He paused and looked at Sam. "Did you hear that, Sammy? Mia and I are going to have a baby."

Sam looked tense to say the least, but he forced a smile on his face.

"Yes, I heard that."

"Stop being silly, honey," Mia said tensely. "Of course your brothers already knew, they're going be the godfathers." She paused and looked at her grandmother. "These are my brother-in-laws Sam and Cas."

"Hello, ma'am," Sam greeted Mrs. Harlow politely. She observed him closely when Castiel spoke.

"We need to know her father's name," he stated. "It is possible that the future of mankind depend on it."

Mrs. Harlow looked at him disbelievingly.

"What?"

"He's just a little overdramatic," Mia said quickly. "He really, really cares about this baby, what he meant was that the baby's future can depend on it. If my father has some genetic disease."

Mrs. Harlow turned her eyes back to Dean.

"Are you a god-fearing man?"

"Yes, ma'am, absolutely," he replied.

"There is no reason to fear Him," Castiel stated. "It makes no difference to Him…"

"Cas!" Sam cut in, Mrs. Harlow was glaring at Castiel. "Why don't you go back to the car, you needed to make that phone call, didn't you?"

"No…"

"Yes, you did. You can wait in the car, we'll be right there."

"Very well," Castiel replied. "But we need to know…"

"Yes, we know."

"This is the kind of person you want to be your child's godfather?" Mrs. Harlow stated icily after Castiel had left.

"We're…still thinking about that," Mia replied. "But, Mrs. Harlow, please, about my father…"

"Your mother was a filthy little harlot," Mrs. Harlow snapped. "I have no idea who your father is."

Mia clenched her fists; she really wanted to defend her mother.

"She didn't say anything?"

"Oh she did," Mrs. Harlow snorted. "She dared to lie to me that she hadn't whored with anyone."

"She said that she was a virgin?" Sam asked.

"Yes. That was how corrupted she was, daring to claim something like that. No doubt her tainted soul is burning in hell now…"

"How can you say something like that?" Mia snapped. "She was your daughter!"

"She was a sinner who refused to confess her sins. She was no daughter of mine."

Mia's hands were shaking when her grandmother marched inside and slammed the door shut. Sam walked over to Mia and touched her shoulder.

"Hey…"

"Demon!" a male voice suddenly shouted. She looked up and saw a man who was probably in his mid thirties. He looked a lot like Mia's mother; he had dark hair and dark eyes. He was aiming at Mia with a shotgun.

"You…" he snarled. "Demon!"

Sam stepped immediately in front of Mia.

"Woah, woah!" Dean said. "Easy now, buddy."

The man was shaking and tears were coursing down his cheeks.

"That thing destroyed my sister's life!" he shouted. "Cathy was a sweet and innocent girl! She never slept with any man! That thing's a demon! Antichrist!"

"Hey, take it easy…" Sam started.

The man burst into a hysterical laughter.

"I've been waiting for this for so long. Now that thing dies."