"Dean!" Jamie sits straight up in bed, gasping softly and looking around. Mark is lying beside her, crying. Jamie looks down at him and takes a breath before picking up him and getting up. "Shh." She says softly, trying to calm him down. She moves her blonde hair away from her face and looks down at her son. He looks like a mixture of Dean and Castiel, with bright blue eyes and dark hair that sticks out in every direction.

"Daddy." He says through his tears. "Daddy."

"I know, I miss him too." She says, kissing him as she walks around with him.

"Daddy." Jamie stops, looking down at him. "Daddy." He whines softly in her arms. "Gone."

"Yes, he's gone, Mark." A tear rolls down her creek. Mark sniffs, looking up at her. He cries too. "But he will be back. He'll be back and he will take care of us."

Dean opens the door to Rufus's cabin. Jamie is standing there, Mark sitting at her feet. "Jamie?" He asked softly. She grins. She starts to take a step but he stops her. She nods in understanding and walks over to the table. She picks up a bottle of holy water and drinks it, before tossing it to Dean. He drinks and Jamie sprays him with a squeeze bottle of Borax. He spits and looks at her. She sprays the Borax on her hand and then wipes it on her jeans. He nods approvingly and then takes out Ruby's knife. He cuts his arm and then holds the knife out to Jamie. She flicks her wrist and the knife flies into her hand. She slices her arm and shows Dean. He nods.

"Dean!" Jamie rushes over to him and hugs him. Dean hugs her back. She gasps for breath and so does he as they hold each other tightly. At that moment a red light rises out of Dean and settles at Jamie's stomach and she gasps, pulling away and gripping her stomach. Dean's eyes widen and they stare at each other. "Dean." Jamie says softly.

"Is that…" Dean takes a step toward her. She nods slowly. Realization overtakes him and feels a familiar pull. He puts his hand on her stomach. "My daughter." He breaths.

She closes her eyes. When she opens them she's standing on the shoreline. The beach is deserted save two teenagers and a woman. The teenagers are playing in the water, and the woman is sitting on a blanket watching them. Jamie walks closer, the woman looks almost exactly like Mary, but her hair is strawberry blonde, grown out down her back and she has laugh lines. She is shocked for a moment before she realizes it's just a vision, and she turns to look at the teenagers in the water. The boy is tall, about Sam's height, but he's broad, built like Dean, with messy dark hair. At first glance Jamie whispers "Adam?" but as she walks closer, she sees his eyes are as blue as Castiel's and he has her piercing stare. "I can't tell if he looks more like Dean, Sam, or Cas." She says outloud. She catches sight of Dean's amulet hanging around his neck. The girl stops splashing Mark and walks over to her.

"Yeah Uncle Sam always called him their magical gay offspring." She says to Jamie, whose startled that she's talking to her. She looks the girl up and down. She's taller than Jamie, but they're built about the same. She has shoulder length strawberry blonde hair just darker then Jamie's own, and her eyes are green like Dean and Sam's. She's wearing Jamie's silver hunter bracelet.

"Emma?" Jamie asks, tilting her head as she takes the girl in.

"Emmy, actually." She answers. "Or Mary Emilia if you're mad at me." She says softly.

"Mary Emilia?" Jamie puts her hand on her stomach, glancing down before looking back up at her. "Who came up with that one?"

"Uncle Sam."

"Guess I didn't want to leave him out of the messed up love triangle, huh?" Emmy laughs, tossing her bangs back from her face. Jamie smiles a little, glancing over her shoulder towards the older version of herself. "So everything turns out okay, then? You're okay?"

"Well if you don't count the visions and the extreme inferiority complex that comes with having a brother whose half angel…" Emmy looks at Jamie and smiles. "I'm fine, Mom. Everything is gonna be fine."

"Our daughter." Jamie says after a moment, coming out of her vision. "She has your eyes." Dean smiles, putting his hand on her stomach. He wraps his arms around her, emotion thick in his voice. "God it's good to see you." He can sense the life now within her. He's forgotten the pain of losing Castiel. He's forgotten the year spent in purgatory, as dangerous and painful as hell. His hardened soul is softened in the moment when he embraces his sister and feels the daughter he thought lost forever. He pulls back and looks past her. His eyes fall on the brown haired toddler on the floor, whose staring intently at him. "Mark!" He grins. "There's my boy."

Mark pushes himself up from the floor and toddles over to Dean, who squats down with his arms out. "Daddy!" Mark giggles, reaching out to him. His grace swells up within him and he recognizes Dean. He knows this man. He knows the face. He remembers the voice that sang to him while he slumbered in his mother's womb. He remembers the arms that gripped him tight when infant fears kept sleep away. Most of all he remembers his eyes. The eyes that were always keeping protective watch over him. "Daddy!" Dean smiles, his eyes filling with tears as he catches the brunette boy in his arms. "Miss oo." He mutters, touching his face.

He cannot believe their son is two years old. Instantly the guilt sinks in. He's lost a whole year of his boy's life. His son is growing up behind his back, and he'll soon have a daughter as well. His heart swells with the need to protect these creatures, the offspring of his own flesh. "Hey buddy." Dean takes him in his arms, straightening up. "How you been?" Mark just giggles in reply, kisses Dean's cheek and snuggling under his collarbone. He holds the boy there for a long moment, running his fingers through his hair as he takes in every detail of his son. It doesn't take him long to notice the boy looks at him with Castiel's eyes.

He looks at Jamie. "Where's Sam?" He finally asks. "I haven't been able to get ahold of him."

Jamie shakes her head. "I don't know." She steps away. "We haven't seen Sam in a year."

"What?"

She sighs, the memory of that night rushing back to her. "When I found out you were in Purgatory, I left Sam a message, took Mark and left." She put a hand to her heart, remembering the pain that had gripped her soul. But the presence of Dean's daughter, of her daughter though she did not understand at the time, had given her the drive to carry on. "I assumed Sam would join up with me. I told him I was going hunting, and I was going to find a way to get you home, but he didn't meet me." She shook her head. "Three months went by, six months. Half his numbers are out of service, as you've found out, and he didn't answer whatever one worked. And Bobby…without Bobby, I didn't know what to do." She sighs. "But I did find him. And uh…"

"What?" When she turns back around Dean is holding Mark on his hip and his cellphone in his other hand. He looks at her. "What?" He asks again.

She stares at him, still bloody and dirty from purgatory. She sense the cold, hardened soul within him, and she can't bare to divulge Sam's latest betrayals against them both. "Nothing. Call him. That number will work."

Sam opens the front door and takes a few steps inside. Dean pushes Sam to the ground and douses him with holy water. Jamie is standing a few feet away with Mark. "What the –? I'm not a demon." Dean pours Borax over him. "Or a Leviathan. What –" He grabs his arm and cuts it with a knife. Sam gasps in pain.

"Or a shifter. Good." Dean stands up. "My turn. Come on. Let's go." He holds out the bottles to Sam.

Sam shakes his head. "I don't need to. I know it's you."

Jamie snickers. Mark giggles. "Sammy!"

Dean groans. "Damn it, Sammy!" He splashes the holy water and Borax over himself and holds out a knife to Sam, who has stood up. "Come on!"

Sam refuses the knife. "No! Dean, can I just say hello?"

Dean looks over at Jamie. Jamie puts Mark on the floor and walks over to her brother. "Give me that." She shakes her head as she rolls up his sleeve and cuts his arm. "All right." He smiles as he binds his arm.

Sam rolls his eyes and grins. "What about Jamie?"

Jamie rolls up the sleeve of her jacket and shows him the cut. He nods. Dean opens his arms. "Well, let's do this."

Sam laughs, looking at Dean. "I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower."

Dean laughs as well. "Come here."

Sam wraps his arms around Dean, as does Jamie. Dean wraps his arms around the both of them. After a minute he pulls away.

"Dude. You're... freakin' alive." Sam walks a few steps away with his hands in his hair. "I mean, what the hell happened?" He looks back at his brother.

Dean shrugs. "Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory."

Sam looks shocked. "You were in Purgatory?"

Dean nods. "Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life."

"Yeah, there's something else we have to tell you." Jamie takes her twin's hand and places it against her stomach. Sam looks at her shocked, a grin spreading across his face. "Um…this is Dean's daughter." Sam's eyes narrow in confusion and he looks at Dean. "He brought her soul back from purgatory. And now she's…"Jamie puts her hand on her stomach, over Sam's. "Mark's little sister."

"Oh my God." Sam mutters. "So..Well, how'd you get out? Jamie?"

Their sister shakes her head. "I didn't pull him out. I tried, though."

Dean nods in conformation. "Yeah she tried pretty hard, but I guess whoever built that box didn't want me in there any more than I did."

"What does that mean?"

Dean shakes his head. "I'm here, okay?"

Sam grins and then takes Mark out of Jamie's arms. He hugs the boy and puts his hand back on Jamie's stomach. "What about Cas?" He looks at Jamie and then to Dean. "Was he there?"

Dean walks a few steps away and speaks with his back to Sam and Jamie. Jamie looks down. Tears run down her cheeks. Sam looks at her and his jaw drops. He turns to Dean. "Yeah, Cas didn't make it."

"Daddy." Mark fusses, wanting Dean. Sam rocks him, frowning at the boy's reaction.

"What exactly does that mean?" Sam asks.

Dean shrugs. "Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go."

Jamie sobs. Dean walks over and pulls her into a hug.

Sam is quiet for a moment. "So Cas is dead? You saw him die?"

"I saw enough."

Sam narrows his eyes. "So, then what, you're not sure?"

Dean hugs Jamie and then pulls away. "I'm sorry Jamie, I'm so sorry." He mutters before turning back to Sam. "I said I saw enough, Sam."

Sam nods at this. "Right. Dean, I'm sorry." He gives Mark back to Jamie. "I'm sorry, Jamie."

Jamie takes Mark into the bedroom. Dean sighs defeated. "Me too. So you – I can't believe you're actually here." He takes two beers out of the refrigerator. "You know that half your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind." He sits down at the table and sets a beer down for Sam. Sam remains standing.

"Yeah, I-I-I didn't get your messages."

"How come?"

Sam rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Probably because I ditched the phones."

Dean waits for a answer. "Because...?"

"I guess, um... I guess something happened to me this year, too." He shrugs. "I don't hunt anymore." He smiles tentatively.

Dean stares at him for a minute. "Yeah. And Sasha Grey's gone legit." Sam exhales. "What?"

"Nothing. Um, she did a Soderbergh movie."

"What?"

"She did a Soderbergh –"

Dean shakes his head. "No. You, Sam. You quit?" His tone is accusatory and Sam frowns.

"Yeah. Yeah, I – you were gone... Dean. Cas was gone, Jamie ran off, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown."

Dean chuckles darkly and shakes his head. "So you just turned tail on the family business."

Sam shrugs again. "Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead."

"I wasn't dead." Sam and Dean turn and look at Jamie. She's leaning against the wall.

Dean nods. "I wasn't dead, either." He stands up and walks around Sam. "In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do."

Sam scoffs. "Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got almost every single member of my family killed." He turns to his twin. Jamie crosses her eyes, her blue eyes staring straight threw Sam. "Jamie, Crowley threatened to go after you and Mark."

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Because I'm a prophet or because Mark is Cas-" She cuts herself off. Dean whirls around and looks at her. She swallows thickly. "because he's part angel?"

Sam shakes his head. "Both. I couldn't chance that happening. He can't find you, but he could find me. So I had no one – no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I-I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I-I fixed up the Impala, and I just... drove."

Dean glances to his brother. "After you looked for me." Sam says nothing. "Did you look for me, Sam?" Sam looks away. Dean chuckles and paces. "Good. That's good. Now, we – we... always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy? You left our sister and her baby alone to be chased by demons for a year while she looked for me and you didn't."

Jamie sighs. "Dean to be fair, I didn't really look for him either."

"Because you were up to your ass in demons!" Dean shoots back.

"That was her choice." Sam says bitterly.

Jamie's eyes dart to him and she takes a step forward. "Yeah, it was my choice, Sam." Her voice is hard. "It should have been yours too. We can't escape this." She gestures to Dean. "Our son is half angel. My daughter…" She puts her hand on her stomach. "My daughter, our daughter…" She gestures at Dean again. "Our daughter was a demon. This is our life, and you turned your back on us."

Sam steps back, feeling the anger and betrayal radiating from both siblings. "Look, I'm still the same guy."

Dean chuckles sarcastically. "Well, bully for you. I'm not!" He yells sharply walking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

"Don't wake up Mark!" Jamie yells after him.

"Welcome back." Sam mutters under his breath. "What-"

"Happened to him?" Jamie finishes. "You don't wanna know."

He exhales. "I am sorry about the last year."

Jamie looks at him and scoffs crossing her arms. "Sammy, the last time Dean was gone…"

He scoffs this time. "I left to protect you."

"You did what Dad did!" She yells in a sudden burst of anger.

He takes it, nodding. "What about when I was in hell? You and Dean didn't stick together long."

" That's different! I was an angel for a year. I couldn't very well just pop in and say "Hey Dean, how's the weather down on Earth these days?" You left me! Again!"

He shakes his head. "I…I thought I was doing what was best for you."

She chuckles bitterly. "And that's exactly what Dad said to me. Look how that turned out. I could have really used your help this time." She goes back into the bedroom.

Later that night Dean is sitting on the couch going through a box containing phones. "You want some dinner?" Sam asks.

"Pass." Jamie mutters.

"Pass." Dean puts an earphone into his ear.

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Told you."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Okay." He stirs something on the stove.

Sam and Jamie are at the table eating. Dean, who had been listening to phone messages through the headset, turns to look hard at Sam. Sam looks up. "What?"

Jamie looks at Sam. Dean takes out the earphone and puts the phone on speaker.

"Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. I don't know where I am. And I don't know if he or – or any other demons are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran."

"When was that?" Sam asks.

Jamie's eyes are glazed over. "Give me a minute." She looks up. "Over six months ago."

Dean plays another message.

"Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man."

Sam puts down his spoon. "Okay." He stands up. "I get it. So, what, you want to... strategize or something?"

Dean doesn't say anything, he only plays another message.

"Sam, it's Kevin. I'm... Whoo! I'm so good"

"Oh." Jamie mutters quietly.

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Is he...drunk?"

"Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. Uh, if you're still alive, eat me."

"Eat me!"

"Sam, it's been six months. I can only assume you're dead. If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."

Dean stands up looking at Sam. Jamie gets up and walks over to them. "Dean…" She stands between them, putting one hand on Dean's chest.

"He was our responsibility." Dean tosses the phone at Sam's chest. "And you couldn't answer the damn phone." Sam frowns. Jamie shakes her head.

Dean is reading on the couch. Jamie is holding Mark and walks around with him. Sam is using his laptop at the table. "All right, listen to this – Kevin's last message. Listen to the background."

"If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."

There's a rushing sound in the background. "Hear that?" Sam asks.

Jamie nods. "Yeah."

"What is it?"

"I think he was on a bus. Listen again."

"If not, don't try and reach me."

There's a woman's voice in the background. "Last stop – Centreville."

"...won't be calling this number –"

Dean stands up and walks over to Sam. Jamie walks over. "Centreville? Centreville, where?"

"Michigan." Jamie replies.

Dean raises eyebrow. "And why would Kevin be in Centreville, Michigan?"

"Because... " He does an internet search for "Kevin Tran BFF Link" "his high-school girlfriend..." He turns the laptop around to show Dean and Jamie a page for Channing Ngo. "goes to college there."

"That's thin."

Jamie shrugs. "It's something."

"It's the best lead we got." Sam tells him.

"We"?

"You were right. He was our responsibility. So... let's find him, okay?"

It's morning. Dean and Sam put weapons and their bags into the trunk of the Impala. Jamie comes out with Mark and a bag. Dean moves to block her. "Oh no. You aint going anywhere."

Jamie stares up at him. "What?"

"You're pregnant, Jamie." Sam tells him from behind them.

Jamie rolls her eyes. "I can create fire, move things with my mind, and see the future, not to mention I'm the best damn exorcist in the country. And you've been out of action for a year, Sam, which also makes me the better hunter."

Sam smirks. "It's not up to me, I'm not the father." He casts a sideways glance at Dean.

Dean scoffs. "Well I am, and as long as my kid is in your stomach," He gestures dramatically at Jamie's stomach. "I'm not chancing anything."

Jamie rolls her eyes and goes back into the house. Sam gruffs impressed. "That was easy."

Dean eyes him. "You kiddin me? She's gonna kick my ass when we get back."

Sam shrugs. "Hey." He tosses Dean the keys.

Dean looks the Impala over. "Well... no visible signs of douchery – I'll give you that." They get in. Dean pauses and looks at the back seat. "Smell like dog to you?"

Sam inhales. "In the car?"

"You tell me." Sam shrugs. "Hmm."

Sam is quiet for a moment. "So…you and Jamie are gonna have a kid?"

Dean smirks. "Well technically we already have a kid."

"You know what I mean."

"Hey, I already had a kid, okay. Just this time she's going to be normal."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Normal?"

Dean shrugs. "Relatively speaking."

"And you're just gonna pretend it's okay that her parents are brother and sister."

Dean starts the engine and they drive away.

Sam and Dean walk from the Impala to a boarded up Church. They're in Fairfield, Iowa. Dean looks the place over. "A church? You sure this is right?"

Sam shrugs. "Barista at the coffee shop swears he's seen Kevin ducking in here for the past few months."

Jamie walks over to them, carrying Mark. "It's right." She tells them.

"Jamie! What the hell are you doing here?" Dean turns to her.

She shrugs. "You need my help."

Sam tries the door, then knocks. "Kevin. It's Sam, Jamie, and Dean Winchester. Open up."

Sam shakes his head at Dean and Jamie. Dean shoves him aside starts to picks the lock. Jamie grabs his shoulder and pulls him back. He looks at her and she flicks her finger. The door cracks over. Dean gives her a look and they go inside. Jamie ducks behind Sam and Dean just as Kevin sprays them with Borax from a large water gun.

Dean puts his hands up. "Stop! Stop! Not Leviathans. It's us."

Jamie ducks back out from behind her brothers. "Hi Kevin."

"What the hell happened to you guys?"

Dean shrugs. "Cliff Notes? I went to Purgatory. Jamie tried to bail me out. Sam hit a dog."

"For real?" Dean wipes his face with his sleeve. "You want some towels?"

Kevin leads the way into the room. Symbols are painted on the floor. "I'm impressed." Jamie mutters, looking back at Sam.

Mark giggles. "I guess he approves." Jamie and Sam grin at each other.

Dean turns to Kevin. "Who taught you all this?"

Kevin pauses. "I guess..."

"God?" Jamie finishes.

"Yeah."

"God taught you how to trap demons?" Sam asks, not convinced.

"Technically, yeah."

Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, hold on. Crowley kidnapped you. I saw that. But then you left a message saying you escaped. How?"

"Well..."

Jamie walks forward suddenly very excited. "Oh hold on, hold on! Dean, hold Mark." Jamie gives Mark to Dean and then takes Kevin and Sam's hands.

Kevin gives her an odd look. "Uh…"

"Go on. Sam close your eyes." Jamie and Sam close their eyes. As Kevin starts to talk, Jamie and Sam see it in their minds. They see Kevin walks up a flight of stairs with a demon.

"First, he took me to a warehouse."

Crowley is waiting for them. "Look at you. Haircut, manicure, pedicure. Like a new penny."

"Will there be torture now?"

"Torture? Heavens, no. No. Quite the opposite, my young prince. Sky's the limit for you and I." Crowley puts a hand on Kevin's shoulder and leads him across the room.

"There was a tablet there, like the last one."

Crowley motions Kevin into a chair in front of a stone tablet. "There we go. Now, remember – feel like a winner, be a winner. Okay? Interpret."

Sam opens his eyes and looks at his sister. "Jamie, you're awesome."

Jamie chuckles. "Yeah I know."

Kevin gives her another look. "How come I don't have cool powers like that?"

Sam shrugs. "You're not my twin."

Jamie elbows him and then turns to Kevin. "I'm a psychic in my own right, I've had these powers before I was a prophet, they've just grown stronger over the years."

"Daddy." Mark whimpers. Dean rocks him on his hip, shushing him quietly. "Wait, wait there's another tablet?" He looks at Kevin.

Jamie nods. "Another Word of God."

Kevin nods. "Yes."

"How many Words of God are there?" Dean asks.

Kevin shrugs. "I just became a Prophet, like, a year ago."

Dean turns to Jamie. "I'm just the voice, remember?"

Sam shrugs. "Well, did this tablet have a name?"

"Demons."

"What about demons?" Dean asks.

Jamie looks up. "Oh my god." She looks at Kevin.

"As far as I could tell... everything."

Jamie takes Kevin's hand again. Sam puts his hands on her shoulders.

Crowley is standing over Kevin's shoulder. "What are we looking at?"

The tablet drifts in and out of focus for Kevin. "It's all just fragments. Bits and pieces. This is hard."

"Throw me a bone here, Kev."

"Wait..."

"Yes?"

The tablet seems to shake and blur in Kevin's hands. "I'm sorry. Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

"Is it? Our mistake." He mouths "Turn it up" to the demon, who nods and leaves.

"Okay. I see something. Hell Gates."

Crowley leans in. "Talk to me."

Sam opens his eyes and looks at Kevin. "What about Hell Gates?"

"There's one in Wisconsin. The tablet told me how to open it. There were ingredients for a spell."

Kevin uses a mortar and pestle. He adds something to a large bowl. Demons bring other ingredients to the table and he continues to prepare the spell. He looks up and nods to one of the demons, who is on his cell phone.

"Right away." The demon turns to Kevin. "Mr. Crowley would like you to proceed."

"Where is Mr. Crowley?"

"Where do you think, dumbass? Wisconsin." Kevin lights a match and holds it above the bowl. "Go." Kevin smiles and drops the match.

Dean frowns. "You showed the King of Hell how to open a Hell Gate? So that all the demons in Hell could come out all at the same time?" Mark has fallen asleep in his arms, so he keeps his voice low.

Kevin looks surprised. "What? No."

Jamie still has her eyes closed. "Dean listen to the story."

The match falls into the bowl. Flames flare up and light engulfs the demons, who burn up while being flung backwards into the wall. Kevin takes the tablet and runs.

Kevin grins. "I told Crowley I was opening a Hell Gate, but I was reading from another chapter – how to destroy demons."

Jamie and Sam open their eyes. Jamie grins at Kevin. "Kid, I think I like you."

Dean also grins. "You son of a bitch." He says quietly, rubbing Mark's back.

Sam turns back to their prophet. "Wait. Kevin? Where's the tablet now?"

"Safe."

"Safe where?"

Dean interrupts Sam. "Hey. As long as it's safe, okay? Were you able to read anything else off the tablet before you stashed it?"

Kevin looks up. "Only the stuff about…"

Jamie turns to her brothers. "Closing the gates of Hell. Forever."

Dean's eyes widen. Sam's jaw drops. "Come again?"

"Banish all demons off the face of the Earth, lock them away forever. That could be important, right?"

Sam, Jamie, and Dean look at each other. "Closing the gates of Hell forever? Yeah. Yeah, that could be important." Dean mutters.

Dean, Jamie, and Sam exit the church and stand talking outside it. Mark is still asleep in Dean's arms. He looks hopeful. Beside him Jamie is staring out into the field surrounding the church. She sighs deeply, one hand on her stomach. Sam frowns and leans against the railing. Dean turns to his siblings. "Okay, if this kid is right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombshell." Jamie and Sam both pick up the excitement in Dean's voice.

Jamie tries to smile. "I can't even begin to believe this. It could be over."

Sam sighs deeply and looks away. Dean looks past Jamie to their brother. "What?"

Sam looks up. "That." He sounds almost depressed. "I mean, there's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there?"

Dean just shrugs. "Well, he's doing pretty well for himself so far."

"Yeah, he got out." Sam shoots back.

"Sam…" Jamie starts to say, quietly, already knowing what her twin is thinking.

Dean shakes his head. "And now he's in it... whether he likes it or not." Mark begins to stir and Dean rubs a warm hand over his son's back, lulling him back to sleep.

"So...free will, that's only for you?" Sam's voice is harsh, almost accusing, though he doesn't mean it. Not really.

"Sam!" Jamie protests.

Dean stares at his brother. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Sam, we have an opportunity to wipe the slate clean. We take Kevin to the tablet, he tells us the spell, we send every demon back to hell – forever. Every single bastard that destroyed our lives…"

"Killed our mother, sent our father to hell." Jamie adds.

Dean nods. "Killed Jess. And you're not sure?"

Sam stares at his siblings for a moment and then walks back into the church. He finds Kevin sitting in the pews, and sits down behind him. After a minute he starts talking to him. "Kevin, I, uh... I owe you an apology. Um... look, when you disappeared and Dean disappeared, I...needed to clear my head, and... I'm thinking maybe you were one of the pieces that I should have been there to pick up."

Kevin turns to him. "You've been a hunter since you were a kid, right?"

Sam nods. "Yeah, mostly. Yeah."

Kevin looks away. "Ever since I realized I was a prophet... It's just hard to believe this is actually my life."

Sam's voice is full of understanding and sympathy. "Yeah. It sucks right now. I know that. Um, it might suck for a lot longer, but... trust me on this – it gets better."

Kevin turns back to look at him. "You know I'm not gay, right?" he smirks.

Sam grins. "If we can do this, get the tablet, get you everything you need to close the gates of Hell, there's a world out there where nobody – not Crowley, no demon – is chasing you anymore."

Kevin nods. "I guess I just don't see how I get from here to there."

"I used to not be able to see it, either. But there is a way."

"Just give me five minutes." Kevin walks off. Dean and Jamie stand in the doorway watching Sam.

Later that night, Kevin walks into the room to join Sam, Jamie, and Dean when the church starts to shake. "Boys, incoming!" Jamie nods to the floor, drawing Sam and Dean's attention to the floorboards breaking. Mark wakes up and starts crying. Dean quickly hands her over to Jamie. "We got company. Guys." Dean hands Sam a knife and picks up his weapon from Purgatory. Jamie straps Mark into her backpack so that her hands are free.

Sam stares at Dean's weapon. "What the hell is that?"

Dean glances down. "It's Purgatory."

"It's awesome." Jamie comments

The doors fly open and two demons enter. One of them notices Dean right off. "Dean Winchester. Back from Purgatory."

Dean smirks. "Spanky the demon." Sam and Jamie move to stand in front of Kevin. Dean stands his ground. "Yeah, I heard about you. You're the one who uses too much teeth, right?"

The demons rush for the Winchesters, and they fight. Jamie shoves her hands forward and telekinetically knocks one of the demons toward Kevin who squirts him with holy water from a squeeze bottle. Sam kills one of the demons with the knife.

"Dean!" He passes the knife to Dean, who is struggling with the other demon. He stabs it with the knife. Jamie rushes over to help him up.

"Hello, boys."

The siblings turn to see Crowley and Channing are standing in the doorway. "Crowley." Jamie sneers, reaching behind her for Mark. Dean moves to stand just behind her, protectively around Mark.

Crowley focuses on Dean first. "Dean. You're looking... well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you any favors. Where's your angel?"

"Ask your mother." He shoots back.

"There's that grade-school zip. Missed it. I really did." He cocks his head and looks to Jamie. "Prophetess, I was wondering when you'd show up. Oh is that Castiel's little half breed? My how he's grown."

Dean and Jamie both visibly tense, curling themselves around the boy. "You stay away from our son." They hiss at the same time, much to Crowley's delight.

"You two are so cute when you're domestic." He glances finally to Sam. "Moose. Still with the pork chops. I admire that."

"Let Channing go." Kevin says, shoving out from behind Sam.

Dean sidesteps to block him. "That's not Channing, Kevin. Not anymore."

Crowley frowns. "What an awful thing to say to the boy. Of course it's Channing. Kev. Last time we danced, you stole my tablet and killed my men. Tell you what. Come with me now, bygones. And I'll let the girl go back to... What's-the-Point U."

Dean turns to Kevin. "He's lying. You won't get Channing back. She's probably dead already."

Crowley sighs. "Will you please stop saying that? Let the girl speak." He snaps his fingers.

Channing looks up, scared and confused. "Kevin?"

"Channing?"

"What's going on?"

"There's a demon in you, and you're going to your safety school."

"What?!" She yells, visible upset.

"But it's gonna be okay." He says reassuringly.

"I-I-I-I just – I can't." Crowley says with mock sympathy.

Kevin reaches towards Channing. "No, no, wait." Crowley snaps his fingers again and Channing's eyes turn black. "Okay. I'll do it."

Sam steps forward. "Kevin."

He ignores him. "Myself for the girl. But this ends. All right? No fighting, no nothing. It ends."

Jamie glances towards the prophet. "It never ends." She nods to Dean who takes another step towards Kevin.

"Can't let you do that, buddy."

Kevin stares up at Dean. "Or what? You'll kill me?" He looks towards Crowley. "I'll grab my stuff." He leaves.

Dean moves back over to Jamie. Sam takes a few steps towards his siblings. Jamie reaches over and grabs Sam's hand. They stare at each other, passing glances of confusion and worry.

Crowley turns to them. "Chin up, gentlemen, Jamie. I'm a professional." He grins.

"You're a bastard." Jamie shoots back.

"Like your son….and whatever is has taken root in your womb." One of Jamie's hands flies to her stomach. So does Dean's. "We can't keep our legs closed can we?

"You son of a bitch, how dare you!" Dean yells.

Crowley grins. "Oh I see. This one really is yours. Tsk tsk tsk." Sam frowns, looking at his siblings.

Dean shakes his head. "This ain't over by a long shot, Crowley."

"Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow?" He calls out. "Come on, Kevin. Chop, chop." There's no answer. "Kevin?"

Crowley takes a step forward and Dean raises the knife. Crowley snaps his fingers and the knife glows red. Dean drops it. "Aah!" It burns his hand. Jamie closes her eyes in defeat.

"Really,guys?" Crowley walks right past them. "Kevin!"

As soon as his back is to the siblings Jamie squints and the knife flies into Dean's hand. He grips it, purposely not looking at her.

Crowley, with Channing behind him, opens another door in the church. Kevin is standing in the room holding the end of a cord. "Kevin."

Kevin pulls the cord and holy water drops onto the demons. They yell in pain, smoke sizzling up from their bodies. "Sam, Jamie, Dean, run!" Kevin yells.

Jamie rushes towards the exit. "Come on, boys!" Dean and Sam grab their bags and take off after her.

Crowley and Channing continue to yell and sizzle. Sam, Jamie, Dean and Kevin run for the Impala.

"Get in, get in, get in." Dean urges, hurrying into the driver's seat. Sam unbuckles Mark from Jamie's back and she crawls in. He hands her the baby and then shoves Kevin in beside her before getting in himself. Dean has the engine going and starts to drive. Crowley and Channing come outside the church. "Find another meatsuit." Crowley orders. Black smoke pours from Channing's mouth. The Impala drives past. As Kevin, Jamie, and Sam watch, Crowley makes a hand motion and Channing's neck snaps. She falls to the ground. The Impala speeds away and Crowley wipes his face with a handkerchief.

They drive in silence for awhile. Finally Dean pulls the Impala into a gas station. Mark is asleep against his mother, Sam watching both of them protectively. Dean's phone rings. Sam turns to look at him.

"Hello?" He listens for a moment. "Wrong number." He hangs up. "Automated jackass." He mutters and then glances around the car. "All right, anybody want anything?"

Jamie's head comes up. "Ginger Ale and Saltines."

Dean snickers. "You want a barf bag with that?"

Jamie nods. Dean looks at Sam. "I'm good." He mutters. Dean turns to look at Kevin in the back seat. Kevin doesn't respond. Dean looks at Sam. "Kevin? How you holding up?" Sam asks.

Kevin shakes his head. "Awesome. The king of Hell just snapped my girlfriend's neck. How about you?"

The Winchester siblings look at each other. Dean sighs. "All right, listen to me. I'm sorry about your girlfriend, okay? I am. But the sooner you get this, the better."

Jamie shifts her position, staring at the prophet. "You're in it now, whether you like it or not." She tells him, trying to be sympathic.

Dean nods. "That means you do what you got to do. I'm hitting the head." Dean starts to get out of the Impala.

"Don't forget my ginger ale!" Jamie yells after him. Dean leaves. Sam looks back at Jamie and Kevin. "He's gonna forget my ginger ale." She pouts. Sam grins.

"You want me to go in?" Sam asks. Kevin turns away and looks out the window. Sam and Jamie look at each other and frown. "We'll be right back." He says to Kevin. They get out of the Impala. Sam carefully takes Mark and holds him close. Jamie leans against the car, rubbing her stomach. She lifts her shirt a little and frowns. Sam looks down at her stomach and then up at her. "You sure she's human?"

Jamie puts her shirt back down. "She's my daughter now."

Sam grins. "Hmm…Emma." He touches her stomach with his free hand.

"No. Not Emma." Sam and Jamie look up as Dean comes back. Dean closes his eyes and curses. "I forgot the ginger ale."

Jamie nods. "It's okay. What do you mean not Emma?"

Dean rubs his sister's stomach. "She's our daughter, not theirs."

Sam chuckles. "So what are you gonna name her, Mary?"

Dean shrugs. "Thought crossed my mind."

Jamie shakes her head. "I like Emily better."

Sam thinks for a moment. "What about Emmy? Short for Mary Emilia."

Jamie considers it. "Mary Emilia Winchester?" She grins.

Sam nods. "Yeah."

Dean smiles. "Works for me. Jamie?" He turns to her. She smirks and looks down.

A/n: Emilia is pronounced M-ill-lia not "Amelia."