A/n: So this isn't the next chapter, it's more of an outtake story. I was in a Christmassy mood. It's set between 7x10 and 7x17 and has spoilers for what happens to Jamie in season 5, 6, and 7. The really huge "spoiler" appears right away, though.

"Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o'ver the plains…" Jamie sang softly to herself as she continued to wash dishes. "And the mountains in reply echoing their joyous strains." She put the pot she was washing into the drying rack and turned off the water, wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Mahhhmahh." Mark, her seven month old son reached for her from the floor where he was playing with a scrap of wrapping paper. Jamie smiled and walked over to scoop him into her arms. Though he was only seven months old, he had the same dark, clear blue eyes as Castiel's vessel, and his hair was the same dark shade of brown, though it was cut short and never wanted to stay down, much like his uncle Dean's. Jamie tried not frown as she looked at him. She missed them both. "Mahhhmahh" He said again.

"What is it, angel?" Jamie asked as she sat him on her hip. Around his neck was Dean's discarded amulet, still deep gold and shining in the weak light. Mark reached over his mother's shoulder, towards the window. The strawberry blonde hunter turned around, and glanced at the window. White flakes shimmered in the darkness. "It's just snowing, Mark." She said softly, kissing his forehead. "Come on, I'll show you." She walked toward the door and grabbed her black canvas jacket, putting her free arm through it and wrapping the other side around her son. She pulled open the door and a light breeze blew the soft snow into the warm room. She held out her hand and focused her eyes, pulling the flakes towards them. She made a circle with her finger, causing them to spin around them. Mark looked up and giggled happily, reaching out to catch the flakes as they fell.

Jamie kissed her baby again, holding him close as she made another gesture with her hand, shoving the door closed with her telekinesis. Mark yawned she took the jacket off and carried him over to the fireplace at the far wall. A small pinetree was set nearby, decorated with a few brightly colored lights, black, blue, and silver bulbs, and a star in the shape of a pentagram at the very top. She picked up the black blanket drapped over the old wooden rocking chair and sat down, wrapping the blanket around her son and her lap. "What story should I tell you tonight?" She asked, her sapphire eyes gazing down at her mild mannered boy. "I've told you about the vampires, and the jinn, and the wendigos, Azazel, and Lilith." She started rocking him. "Angels and demons, and Lucifer, and Crowley." She sighed. "And the Leviathian that your uncles are fighting. Did I tell you about the time the angels sent your uncle Dean to the future and that he found out about you a whole year and a half before I did?" She chuckled lightly. "He saved you, you know. Before I even knew I was pregnant with you. We were going after this nest of vampires, and he remember what I told him in the future, that I lost a baby in May of 2011 when I was hunting vamps. We were in this alley, we had just busted a kid who was pretending to be a vampire, and your uncle Dean told me to go back to the Impala. Uncle Sam wasn't with us and I was going to go get him, but uncle Dean said no." She grinned a little, looking down at her baby who was gazing up at her, listening to the sound her voice. "He sent me back to the car, and that's when the vampire attacked him. They were looking for young women, like me, and if I had been there he would have targeted me instead of Uncle Dean. If I had been turned, I would have lost you."

"Eee?" Mark babbles, settling his mother's warm embrace.

"Oh Dean was fine. Well, eventually. He did get turned into a vampire, but your great-grandfather knew a cure, which I'm going to show you how to make when you're older." She grinned, looking into the fire. "But anyway, Dean had to get the blood of the vampire who turned him. So he snuck in and pretended he wanted to be part of the nest. Your uncle Dean is great at acting, by the way. Always let him do the talking, but don't ever let Uncle Sam try to do it. He sucks at it."

"Ann!" Mark giggled outloud and Jamie laughed.

"That's my smart boy. Anyway, so while Dean was inside Uncle Sam and your great-grandfather were waiting for him. Suddenly they got attacked by these big vampires who were standing guard. But you know what? Your mommy rushed in and cut their heads off before they could hurt them." Mark began to yawn and curled up closer to his mother. She smiled. "So then we all went inside the vampires' lair. And we found all this blood and these severed heads, and then Uncle Dean sitting in the middle of the room with his foot on the head of the vampire who turned him. And he was okay after we made the cure. But he told me that when he was a vampire he heard two heartbeats when he looked at me instead of one." Mark had fallen asleep and Jamie looked down at her baby. "He's watched over you since before you even existed. And he always will. Your father might be gone, but we've got Dean and he won't ever leave us."

"Shepards why this jubilee, why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be which inspire your heavenly song?" She hummed softly as she got up and walked across the room towards the single bedroom. A small white crib was in the corner beside the bed. She laid her son down in it and tucked the blankets around him. "Gloria in excelsis Deo." She whispered, before bending down and checking the devil's trap painted on the floor. Angel proofing sigils were drawn in blood around the room, and a pentagram, an exact match to the tattoo adoring her right bicep, hung from the ceiling. "Mom, Dad, AJ, Bobby, watch over my son. Keep him from harm. And if it's not too much trouble, keep Dean and Sam safe until I see them again." She pulled the door close and returned to the chair by the fireplace.

Suddenly a sharp wind blew into the room. Jamie grabbed for the gun tucked into the holster at her belt and whirled around, the barrel pointed toward the open door. Three men stood in the doorway, wearing jeans and canvas jackets, bloody and dirty and clearly not dressed for the mountainous Vermont winter. A fourth man lay on a makeshift stretcher behind them. "Who are you and what do you want? Speak quickly." Jamie demand, her blue eyes darting from one figure to the next.

"Lady we don't want any trouble. Our friend is hurt." The one closest to her said, holding his bare hands up. "Please. He's bad. We were in a hunting accident."

Jamie raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer, her gun still raised. "Hunting accident?" She raised her chin and glanced towards the man on the stretcher. She could just make out long clawmarks down the man's abdomen. "Looks more like a werewolf attack to me."

"You know about werewolves?" The stockier man with graying hair just visible under his hat asked.

Jamie nodded. "I'm Jace Winchester."

"Jace Winchester, the vampire slayer? John's daughter?" The man asked, his eyes widening a little.

"You knew my father?" Jamie lowered her gun a little. She was eying the floor as she gestured for the men to come inside. They crossed the hidden devil's trap with ease. She raised the gun again. "Okay, you're not demons. But you could still be Leviathans or worse. Do you mind?"

"You're jumpy." The third man said, taking out his silver knife and nicking his forearm. It bled freely. "You really are Jace Winchester."

"I'm careful. I've got a baby in the backroom, so I'm sure you can understand." She put the gun back into her belt, and gestured for the door to swing shut.

"Where's your husband?" The third hunter asked as they spread out more. Jamie looked up at him. "I mean. You said you had a baby, I just assumed…"

She looked away. "He died."

"I'm sorry."

"Comes with the job." She grabbed her medical kit from its place in one of the wooden cabinets. "Here, there's not much, but there's enough to stop the bleeding, get some painkillers in him, hopefully get him stable until the snow stops and you can get him to the hospital." The first hunter nodded to her, taking the kit. She glanced around and then nodded to the fireplace. "Get warm, get him over closer to the fire. It's colder then hell outside."

The men took their friend closer to the fire and then began removing their jackets. The first hunter was toned and young, mid twenties, pale with short red hair. The older hunter was easily around John's age, he was familiar, and Jamie tried to place him. The third was dark, gruff, early thirties and Jamie figured he had to know her brothers if nothing else because he wore anti-possession pentagram like the one she had hung over her son's crib. "I'm Matt Murphy." The red haired hunter said. "This is my father Jake Murphy, and Ralph Mackey."

"Murphy? Like Father James Murphy?" Jamie asks.

"Pastor Jim was my brother." The gray haired man, Jake, tells her as he bends over the injured man.

"Oh so that's how you knew my father. So I'm guessing you knew Caleb, and Joshua, and Jefferson too. Which would explain how you knew about me." Jamie rubbed her eyes as she walked over to them. She looked down at the injured man and stopped. A moment pasted and she quickly grabbed a piece of gauze out of the medkit and wiped blood away from the man's face. "Dean?!" She yelled, staring down at the man. "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me? Jesus." Jamie turned to the three hunters.

"Sorry Jamie, had to make sure you were legit too." Jake told her.

Jamie took breaths that came out in gasps before sliding unto the floor behind her brother. The three other man joined her. "How long has he been unconscious?" She asked, helping them get his jacket and shirt off.

"Not long. He was awake for most the trip through the snow." Ralph told her. "We gotta get him out of these clothes, he'll get hypothermia."

Jamie put her fingers to her brother's neck. "His pulse is weak."

Jake looked over at her and then down to Dean. "He's still losing too much blood. Matt." Matt looked at his father and nodded, grabbing gauze out of the med kit and trying to stop the bleeding.

"Werewolf or wendigo? What the hell happened?" Jamie demanded, helping Matt.

"Dean met up with us about a possible werewolf kill in the town about 20 miles down the mountain, two days ago. He's a damn good tracker, your brother. We found the thing's lair and lured it out. It was getting messy so Dean went in to gank it and it got him." Ralph explained quickly.

Jamie nodded, looking down at her brother. Her hands were now red with his blood. "Stay calm, Jace." She swallowed back the lump in her throat, looking up as she backed up a little so that Ralph could hold Dean's torso while Jake disinfected the wounds with holy water and alcohol.

Dean shot halfway up before Ralph pinned him back down. "Dean!" Jamie yelled, moving in to grab her brother. Dean's green eyes shiftedly blindly until they fell on his sister's face. "Dean. Hold still." She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into his flesh. He stared up at her, his body going rigid and then relaxing as he fell back into unconsciousness. Jamie looked up. "Okay. It's mostly flesh wounds, right? No internal organ damage?"

Matt lifted up the gauze. "I don't think so."

"You don't think or you don't know?" Jamie asked, sharply, looking at the younger man.

Matt raised an eyebrow at her and then narrowed his eyes. "I don't know."

"Then move aside." She shoved him away and lifted the gauze for herself.

Behind her Ralph looked at Jake and smirked. "Yeah, she's Dean's sister, alright. She's cold and dark as all hell. Stubborn as a mule."

"Yeah, they got that from their daddy." Jake told him, moving in to help Jamie stitch the claw marks on Dean's stomach closed.

"You alright?" Jamie was standing beside her brother, hanging his jeans on a line she had strung so that they'd dry faster by the fire. She looked over at Matt, who was propped up on his elbows watching her. Jake and Ralph were still asleep on the floor nearby. "Jace?"

"You can call me Jamie." She said softly, sitting down beside her brother and putting her hand against his cheek.

"Are you alright?" He asked again, throwing off his blanket and moving closer to her.

"I'm fine."

"Liar." His gaze was piercing. She turned away. "He's not going to die, if that's it."

"I know."

"That isn't it, though, is it? They say you have precognition, so you'd know."

"It doesn't always work that way, but yeah, I see Dean walking out of here on his own two feet and not with a reaper either." She cast a look in his direction but quickly glanced down again. "Whose they?"

"Other hunters, my dad. They talk about you and your brothers sometimes."

"I'm glad we're famous."

"Are you kidding? Michael's vessel, Lucifer's meatsuit, the voice in the desert, pretty crazy. Not to mention you've all cheated death."

Jamie scoffed lightly, looking at him. "You can't cheat Death. Dean tried." Matt smirked. "What else do you know about me?"

"I know you lost AJ."

"You knew AJ?"

"Yeah. Pretty well, in fact. We'd cross paths now and then. He was a good guy."

"My fiancé." She raised her hand and showed him the silver band on her ring finger with the words "Non timebo mala quoniam tu mecum es" engraved on it.

Matt smirks. "I bet you miss him."

Jamie sighs, pulling her black blanket off the chair and putting it over Dean and on her lap."Every damn day."

"So that angel Dean and Sam were riding with, that the husband who died? If you don't mind me askin, course."

Jamie looks at him and then down to Dean. "He wasn't my husband. We were lovers but it wasn't…it's complicated."

"I got all night."

"When Sam went to hell…Dean gave up hunting. I, on the other hand, got pulled into Castiel's war against Raphael in heaven. He gave me wings, and made me his general. Later I found out that he did that to keep me from figuring out that he was working with Crowley to open Purgatory, but um, for about a year we were together."

"Sex with an angel must have a real treat."

Jamie looked up and snickered. "Yeah, well, we didn't really…much…I mean, he uh called me by the wrong name a couple times."

Matt's eyes widened and he laughed. "The angel had someone else in mind?"

"We both did."

Matt smirked. "So…what happened? He knocked you up, huh?"

"Once I was no longer an angel…something happened. I don't know what it was, a miracle, maybe. But yeah, my baby is his son. And now he'll never know his father."

"That's too bad."

"Hmm. Not like I ever really knew mine."

"But you wanted to. Isn't that why you got into the life?"

Jamie raises her head slowly and looks at him. "I wanted my brothers back."

"I see."

"Where the hell is Sam, anyway?"

"Dean said something about him and Leviathans."

"Great." Dean chooses that moment to yell out in pain, pulling Jamie and Matt from their conversation. Jamie reacts immediately, moving to her brother and grabbing his hand. "Dean? Dean, I'm here, what do you need?"

"Jamie?" Dean's voice is a whimper and it breaks her heart. "Goddamn it hurts, what the hell happened?" Matt gestures to the med kit out of Dean's line of sight. Jamie nods just slightly, squeezing her brother's hand.

"Werewolf got ya pretty good, dude. But we ganked it. Now you just have to concentrate on healing." Matt tells him while he fills a syringe.

"Matt? Hey. You guys all alright?" Dean tries to twist to see the man's face but Jamie holds his shoulder down.

"Don't move. Yeah. Your little sister is taking good care of us." Matt pulls the blanket back and puts his hand on Dean's bicep. "Go back to sleep, Deuce." Jamie looks up at the nickname. She hasn't heard it since AJ was alive and hearing Matt say it…maybe if she closed her eyes it'd be AJ's voice. Dean hisses at the bite of the needle, his angry gaze meeting Jamie's. She swallows a lump, but at the same moment Dean fades into unconsciousness, her baby starts crying.

She forces herself to let go of Dean's hand and get up. Matt stays still for a moment and then follows her into the bedroom. He leans against the door, watching her rock the baby back to sleep. "Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o'ver the plains…" She sings softly, lulling her son back to sleep. "And the mountains in reply echoing their joyous strains."

"You should sleep too." He tells her, startling her slightly when she puts the baby back in his crib.

She sighs, checking the devil's trap as she always does and sits on the bed. "It's already almost morning." He glances at the clock and realizes she's correct. "Besides, Dean will be awake soon and probably pissed off at we drugged him, so…" She gets up and walks past him. He stops her.

"You should still try to sleep." She moves away from him and goes back into the main room. He sighs and follows her.

Jamie cooks breakfast for the hunters in silence. She's almost finished by the time the older men stir from their sleep. Matt doesn't say much. He just stands in the corner watching her. Eventually he helps her bring plates out to the hunters. There's only two chairs so they eat on the floor. "How's Dean?" Ralph asks.

"He only woke up once." Jamie tells him.

"Yeah, but I drugged him and he's been asleep ever since." Matt adds.

They fall silent again, until the food is gone. "That was a mighty fine meal, Jamie." She blushes a little, nodding to Jake to acknowledge the compliment as she takes up the plates and dumps them in the sink.

"You guys going to stick around?" She asks, leaning against the sink and looking towards them. "Snow stopped last night. Trails will clear soon."

"If I'm not needed, I'll be headin off." Ralph says, getting up and grabbing his jacket from the line.

Jake nods. "Go on ahead, Mackey. I'm gonna stick around another couple days, till Deuce is back on his feet."

Ralph holds up a hand in farewell. "If you need you know where to find me." He says as he grips the door. "Jace, thank you kindly for breakfast. Give my regards to Deuce." He's gone before Jamie can really respond.

Mark is sitting up and crying in his crib before Jamie can reach him. She grips her son tight and pulls him from the bed. He's wet and hungry and she hopes Dean sleeps for another hour because she can't be in two places at once. Matt walks in on her topless, Mark loudly suckling in her arms. He immediately flushes with embarrassment but she doesn't seem fazed. "What?" She asks, calmly, looking over at her shoulder at him.

"Dean's running a fever." He says, with his hand over his eyes.

"Shit." She cusses, getting up, careful not to jostle her baby. She pulls her tank top up over one shoulder and puts her red plaid shirt on over one arm, covering her son with a blanket as she hurriedly leaves the room. "Jake?"

Jake is bent over her brother, moping his brow with a clean cloth. "Infection's set in. Stitches gotta come out, and the wound needs to be irrigated." He tells her.

She turns paler than normal, her lower lip trembling. Matt takes a step towards her, but she steps away from him. In her mind she sees Dean dead, his chest ripped open by hellhounds. Herself and her twin trapped, with Lilith closing in. She takes a few deep breaths trying to keep it together. "Can you…" She swallows thickly, looking at Matt. "Call Sam?"

She needs her twin. She needs him here. It's been a long time since she's been able to say that. More often than not she and her twin have parted friends rather than siblings. If there is one way that she is not like Dean it's that she cannot forgive their brother as easily. She carries the weight of his betrayals, of his wrongs, more deeply then Dean can understand. Everything Sam has done. Everything he is, stands in polar opposite to herself. She is the younger twin by minutes, but they were born on the opposite sides of midnight. May 3rd, her birthday, is the feast of James the Less, the brother of the Lord. And therein lies the difference. Sam was poisoned as a baby, destined to be Lucifer's vessel, but she was born a psychic in her own right, and awakened as a prophet, as a servant of Michael. She's bound to the righteous man, and not the brother she shared a womb with. Even still, the first time Sam drank demon blood willingly; it was as though her heart had been ripped in two. Dean was dead and buried and it could not have hurt her more if Sam had killed their brother himself. She still has not forgiven him for it. For the pain she felt at that moment. She probably never will.

Coming back to reality, her phone springs to life and Sam's voice is questioning her. "Sammy, hey." She says after a minute.

"What's wrong, Jamie?"

"Dean got hurt on the hunt he was on."

"The werewolf? Is it bad? Is he alright?"

"You need to come, Sam."

"Oh shit. I'm about 3 hours out, I'll be there in 2. Tell him to hold on."

"Yeah. See ya soon Sammy." The phone goes dark again. Matt looks at her curiously, but she turns away, sitting down beside her brother with her son in her arms. She looks at Jake. "Can you help him?"

"I'll try my damnest, Jace."

"You have to help him, there's no way with him running that fever that we'll be able to move him and get him to a hospital. The nearest one is like 50 miles. They'd have to airlift him and…" She pulled into another memory. Her damn power of clairvoyancey isn't giving her a moment's rest. She sees her father, her brothers, and herself, gravely injured from a run-in with a demon possessed trucker. The Impala is totaled. Paramedics are loading them unto the plane. She's on a stretcher, watching her father, unconscious being loaded on. Sam is hysterical beside her, and she doesn't see Dean. "Why won't you tell me about my brother?" She blinks and Jake and Matt are staring at her. She gets up quickly and hurries into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her.

Mark wails as she puts him in his crib. "Mahhhmahh." He mutters, clearly frustrated when she hands him his favorite bear.

"Shh, baby please. Shh." She clenches her hands into fists, squeezing her eyes shut. "Dean." She says after a moment. "Dean." She says again. The premonition won't come. She can no longer see Dean's future. "No! No! Let me see, goddamnit! Let me see!" She drives her fist into the wall, force strong enough to crack the wood. Still the vision will not come.

Her cry is one of bitter despair as she stands outside in the snow. Sam grabs her as he gets out of the Impala, wraps his arms around her tightly and holds her up with all his strength. "Mom, Dad, AJ, Bobby, and Castiel." She mutters. "He is going to die, Sam. He is going to die." Utter hopelessness laces her voice and she buries her face into Sam's chest. For his part her twin chooses not to argue with her. He knows all too well what it means when her sight is dark.

"He's awake." Matt mutters, opening the door. "He's asking for you two." The twins look at each other and Jamie wipes her eyes on the back of her hand. They walk inside, shaking off the snow and go toward the bedroom where Dean has been moved.

"He's a little out of it." Jake looks exhausted and Sam nods to the old hunter. "I got most of the infection out, but he's still running a fever. Gonna be touch and go tonight, but I think he's got a shot." He leaves to give the siblings some privacy as they separate and walk in on opposite sides. Jamie kneels down and takes Dean's hand, propping her chin and other arm on the bed. Sam takes Dean's other hand and sits down beside him on the bed.

"Such a chick flick." Dean mutters softly, his green eyes opening and darting between his siblings. "Sammy, hey."

"God, I'm so sorry. I should have come with you." Sam squeezes his hand.

"Yeah, and then you'd be lying right next to me. You two are safe, that's all that matters." His eyes are heavy again and he closes them.

"Dean?" Jamie asks, squeezing his hand.

"I'm still here, Jamie." He says quietly.

She can't stop the tears that are flowing down her cheeks. "Dean." She says again.

"Hey, hey. Stop, okay? Save it for my funeral, jeeze." He forces his hand up to her face and wipes the tears away, before his arm drops limply unto the bed. "Sammy, take care of her, ya know. In case something happens. None of this arguing crap. You two shared Mom for nine months, you can get along for the rest of your lives." He closes his eyes again, and Jamie starts sobbing. Sam puts his hand over his eyes.

Across the room Mark begins to wail. Jamie bolts to grab him. He holds tightly to her and she holds him close, bringing him over to Sam, who strokes his hair and rubs his back. "Sammy." Jamie gasps through her sobs. Sam frowns, his green eyes bearing into her.

"What are you doing?" Mark is asleep against his mother's chest, She holds him in one arm and with the other she continues to mix ingredients into a dark pot. Sam walks over to her, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Jamie?"

"It's a summoning spell. Cas taught it to me."

"Summoning for what?"

"An angel. Any angel. I don't care who comes. But I am not going to lose him, Sam."

"Jamie…"

"No! No, Sam." She stares at him with eyes full of tears as she slits her palm and bleeds into the pot. "Per vocem, voco tibi. Per mea potestate, voco tibi. Exaudi vocem meam, venire ad me."

Smoke rose from the pot, but minutes passed and nothing happened. Tears streaked down Jamie's face and with a powerful telekinetic blast she sent the pot crashing into the wall. Mark started sobbing, startled by the sound and his mother took a deep breath before rocking him. Sam walked over and wrapped his arms around her. Softly she began to sing. "Shepards why this jubilee, why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be which inspire your heavenly song."

"He's not breathing!"

"Dad, I'm starting CPR!"

"Come on kid, start breathing. Come on, your daddy will skin my hide if you die on my watch."

"Dean!"Tense moments passed while Matt and Jake worked over Dean. Sam stood off to the side, letting them work. Jamie stood at the back of the room, Mark still sleeping in her arms. "Gloria in excelsis Deo!" She whispered, just barely audible.

Dean coughed and Matt and Jake looked at each other and then back to Jamie. "Girl, keep singing." Jake told her.

"Come to Bethleham and see him whose birth the angels sing. Come adore on bended knee Christ the Lord the newborn king. Gloria in excelsis Deo!"

"He's back." Matt said looking towards Sam and Jamie. He and Jake moved away and Sam and Jamie rushed to his side. She put the baby on the bed beside him and knelt down. Sam knelt on the other side.

"Hey." Sam said softly.

Dean opened his eyes painfully and looked around. "Hey." His voice cracked. "Can't a guy get a drink around here?"

Jamie wiped her eyes and laughed softly. Jake came in with a glass of water. He handed it to Jamie. Sam put his arms under his brother's head and raised his torso slightly as Jamie put the glass to his lips. He drank some of it before Sam eased him back unto the bed. "There ya go, bro." He whispered softly.

"What did I tell you about crying, Jamie?" She quickly wiped off the remaining tears. "You don't kill Dean Winchester this easily."

"Ee." Mark whimpered. Dean glanced at the boy. Weakly raising his arm and touching his face. "Ee." Mark said again and then squeezed his eyes shut. He placed his hand on Dean's stomach, and Dean's hand came down on top of his.

"Hey buddy." Dean whispered. "Sorry I missed our first target practice." He gruffed lightly at his own joke. Suddenly he felt Mark's hand grow warm against his skin. It felt…almost like when Cas would…no it wasn't possible. He was a baby. "Jamie." He said looking towards his sister. Jamie looked at Sam and then down at her son. A few moments later Mark opened his eyes. Dean blinked and sat straight up.

"Oh my god!" Sam said outloud in spite of himself. "Oh my god! Dean?"

Dean stared down at his stomach in amazement, pulling back the bandages to reveal fresh scars where there were claw marks. He looked at his nephew in amazement, pulling the baby into his arms and holding him tightly. Jamie and Sam grabbed unto their brother and hugged him. "I guess he's Cas's son afterall." Dean said, looking straight at Jamie.

"See him in a manger laid, Jesus lord of heaven and earth. Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, with us sing our Savior's birth. Gloria in excelsis Deo."

"Hey." Dean came up behind his sister, dressed in his jeans and a clean t-shirt, and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling him closer to her. They stared at Mark, asleep again in his crib.

"Hey. How you feeling?"

"Amazing." Dean answered, kissing her cheek as he held her in his arms. "Guess I need to come around more often."

"Why is that?"

"My nephew needs a father. Sooner than we thought, too." Jamie laughed lightly as they broke away. She pulled the blanket closer around her baby while Dean checked the devil's trap and batted at the pentagram. He also checked the sigils on the walls. She touched the amulet around her son's neck briefly before moving away.

"Mom, Dad, AJ, Bobby watch over our boy, keep him from harm." Dean spoke the words in time with her, and then he grabbed her hand as they moved out of the room, shutting the door behind them. "He's an amazing kid, Jamie."

"Yeah he is." She said turning to him. "Don't scare me like that again." He smiled sheepishly, squeezing his sister's hand.

"Well, seeing as we're no longer needed here, we best be off." Jake and Matt were already by the door, packed and ready to leave.

"Thank you for everything." Dean said. The other hunters nodded. "See ya around."

Jake nodded. "You three take care of yourselves. And you ever need a thing, give me a call."

Matt stared at Jamie for a moment, before the youngest Winchester stepped forward and pulled him into a kiss. "Gimme a call if you're round these parts again." She told him.

"I will." He promised, before following his father out the door.

Sam snickered softly once they were gone. "No he won't."

"Shut up." Jamie remarked, elbowing her twin. "You two gonna stick around for Christmas dinner?"

"Christmas?" Dean asked. "Is it Christmas already?"

"In two days, jerk. You've lost track of time or something?"

"Shut up, bitch."

"I'm going to take that as a yes. Which means you two better go into town and get food, because all the hunters in the here the last two days ate me out of a week's worth."

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't ma'am me. Get your asses moving. And get back here before it starts to snow again." As her brothers left Jamie sighed, the stress of the last two days finally leaving her. She untied her hair and brushed it out with her fingers, leaning heavily against the counter where she had been standing. "Castiel, my brother watches over our son like you watched over him. Please, please, if he cannot have you, let him have Dean, at least for a little while longer." She felt a soft breeze behind her, and heard the unmistakable faint fluttering of wings, but when she turned there was no one there.