"Jamie…are you sure you should be traveling?"

Jamie ignored Jody's voice, silently continuing to load her gun and stash it in the old green canvas duffel that had seen better days.

"Jamie." Jody tried again, this time when Jamie rose from the bed and crossed over to the closet. She pulled out a change of jeans, and a baggy long sleeve t-shirt. Her black bathrobe fell to the floor and she pulled off the straps to her white slip. It caught on her swollen stomach and she pushed it down quickly before hitching up her jeans and pulling on the grey t-shirt. She glanced in the mirror and then reached back into the closet, pulling out a compression tank top. "It won't work."

Jody walked forward and helped Jamie into the tank top and then back into the t-shirt. "You're too far along."

She had hid it successfully from both Dean and Cas. She wasn't planning on telling them. She had walked out of their lives. She wasn't planning to go back. She wasn't. But Sam called. Charlie was dead and they knew how to spell off the Mark from Dean. And suddenly she had to rush to her brothers' sides. She had to help. Dean was drifting into darkness again, and Sam needed her help to pull him back. She was family, he had said. They needed her.

"It doesn't matter." She finally said. "The baby isn't due for another month. I'll think of something to tell them." A sharp pain in her gut caused her breath to hitch. Jody's jaw dropped in concern as Jamie put her hand to her stomach with a sharp intake of breath. "I'm fine." She replied immediantly, dragging her black canvas jacket over her shoulders. "I'll be fine." She grabbed the bag and headed out of the room.

Jody followed her stubbornly outside, grabbing her bag and throwing it into the backseat of her truck instead. "You can't take the SUV. You'll be less conspicuous with a car that doesn't have two careseats and a floor littered with mushy saltines." She held out her keys reluctantly. "If you're not back in three days I'm coming after you."

Jamie smiled, reaching over and hugged Jody. "I'll be back. Just, make sure Alex and Claire keep both eyes on Mark and Emmy. God knows what those two can break when your back is turned."

"Got it." Jody waved as Jamie pulled out, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes.

She didn't mean for it to happen. In the long drive to the bunker all she could think of was how she didn't mean for this to happen. It had been one night. A night out with coworkers. She'd never been the one night stand type. There had been AJ, and then…well…Cas…and then no one. No one but him. The guy looked too much like him. He moved like he had. He sounded like him too. For all Jamie remembered maybe it was him. But the next morning he was gone, and she was pregnant.

At first she thought of getting rid of it. A third child to a single mother who worked doubles on weekends just to keep shoes on her other two kids? Not to mention the fact it would likely be psychic at least, if not something more powerful. It had been Jody and Donna who convinced her to keep it, reminding her that her swindling days may be over, but she wasn't exactly uneducated either. So now she works in the office for the Diocese, and gets paid under the table for helping with exorcisms and other side jobs that the Church doesn't exactly broadcast during Mass on Sundays.

She hates the double life she leads. Normal for the sake of her kids and nothing else. She misses the road. She misses the no-strings life. She misses doing the job herself. But her kids need stability, she knows that now. No matter how this turns out, her kids are not leaving Sioux Falls, they will not be raised on the road. She's taking a huge risk leaving while so heavily pregnant with this baby, but she promises it the whole way that this is the last time.

The bunker is quiet when she gets there. Quiet, unlocked, and eerily. She hasn't seen it since Dean died over a year ago. It feels weird being back. She browses through the library she finds herself standing at the corner where Kevin died. It haunts her for a moment, and then she moves on.

Sam's phone goes to voicemail, so she makes herself comfortable while she waits for him to get the message that she's back. Dean's room is just as it was when she left it. All her stuff is gone and it makes her sad for a moment. As though the life, the family, they tried to have here was just a dream. She spots the family photos Dean keeps hidden just behind a stack of books and looks through them, smiling as the beauty of their mother, the innocence of their father, Bobby, and her brothers happy, healthy, whole. More memories that are more like dreams now.

The pain has been getting worse. It's constant now, gripping at her lower stomach and loosening in a rhythmic pattern that continues every couple of months. Labor. At the worst possible time. She curls up on Dean's bed, praying for them to stop. They don't. Her water breaks in the steaming shower she takes to try and bare the pain. No choice now. Dressing herself in only the white slip she puts down a towel and then climbs into Dean's bed, under the covers for now, but soon kicks them off as the urge to push comes on suddenly.

Sam still hasn't picked up his phone so she calls Dean. He's breathing heavily and the tone of his voice is dark. "What do you need, Jamie?"

"Dean…I…I need you to come to the bunker." She manages to gasp out, between contractions. She draws her knees up as the pain intensifies.

"You're at the bunker?" Now there's a hint of fear in his voice. Something is horribly wrong. A sharp banging comes barreling down the hall. It comes from outside. "I'll be there soon." The line to Dean is abruptly cut and Jamie stares at the door to the bedroom, causing it close.

She can hear them. It takes them awhile to force their way in but they do. Her baby is crowning now, its head forcing it way out into the world, and his body follows soon after. She muffles his cries by putting him to her breast as she ties off and cuts his cord. She wraps him in a clean sheet before clearing out Dean's bottom drawer and carefully tucking him inside. "Forgive me." She whispers before hurrying back into the bed. They've come.

"Well…what do we have here?" The shorter one asks as he pulls open the door. She tries to look brave, despite being pale and bloody, wearing only a thin slip that leaves nothing to the imagination. "You're bleeding, doll." She hates his accent. She hates the way it drips with flower petals and honey.

"What's your name." He grabs her around the throat, but his eyes are on her breasts, engorged with pregnancy and the beginnings of her milk.

"Jamie." She answers. Better to give him what he wants quickly.

"What did you do, Jamie, give birth?"

"Miscarried." She hisses. Please don't cry, baby boy. She doesn't even have a name for him yet. Please don't cry.

"So you're Dean Winchester's wife then I take it."

"Sister."

"Sister?" He snickers. "My my. There is a lot of codependence in this family." He shoves her to the ground. "You stay down there." He grabs a box and ransacks through Dean's room, tossing things on the ground and some into the box. "Mmm, this your Mom?" He's got the picture of their mother with Dean as a toddler. "She's hot." He tosses the photos into the box. She grabs Dean's black canvas jacket from the floor and shrugs into it, drawing her legs up and leaning heavily against the bed. "Bet you're wondering what I'm doing here?"

"I couldn't care less."

"You've got quite a collection here, you and your brothers. Lots of weird, old magic."

"It's our legacy." Her body feels heavy from the blood loss. She's struggling to stay awake. She needs to make sure he doesn't find her newborn. Dean, where are you?

"They tell you, about me?" He glances over his shoulder to look at her.

"They don't have to. You're of the house of Frankenstein. I know who you are."

He actually laughs at that, stopping and walking over so he can bend down eye level with her. "So they did tell you about me."

She stares back into his eyes, making his gaze with all the intensity she can muster. "No. I can read your mind. It's branded in there. Your sense of loyalty, pride to the family name."

He looks impressed. "Well…you might just be too valuable to kill outright. Maybe I should have some fun with you first."

She would send him flying if he wasn't standing directly in front of the dresser. Another man appears in the doorway just as she's considering trying anyway. He calls him Rosco and tells him to watch her as he leaves, but not before promising to come back. She stares up at the larger man, sensing he's not much more then brute strength. She can take him.

She rises, her movement restricted as she keeps her eyes on him. "Hey. Sit your pretty ass back down!" He commands. The sound of his voice startles her son. He cries. It's the perfect distraction. She narrows her eyes and he flews into the door, crashing through it. She rips out the drawer and grabs her baby and a knife, rushing out.

"Hey!" He grabs her heel and pulls. She struggles to get him off but he's quick for his size, rising to full height and reaching for her. She uses her power again, this time sending him into the wall, but this doesn't faze him as much.

She runs. Smack into the strong arms of someone else. She gasps and then sees her brother. He's covered in blood, and his expression is emotionless. "Dean." She whispers, and he simply grabs the knife from her and moves her behind him. The other man catches up, but he's knifed in the back by her brother before he can react to seeing him.

Dean shoves the body along, so that it falls perfectly into the library, startling the other two men. "Well there he is. I hope you brought marshmallows." The man who had her earlier says, his snarky expression on his face.

"Been looking for you." Is all Dean says. She walks in behind him, cradling her newborn in her arms.

"I thought you said she miscarried?" The other man, no more than a boy as the other, his eyes frightened through his glasses.

"I lied." Jamie replied. Her expression is as stony and hard as Dean's now.

"Why? I didn't hurt your precious sister." He winks and she could vomit, but she doesn't let it show. "Oh wait. You're not still sore about um, what's her name?"

There's a faint twinge of emotion on Dean's face. Jamie resists the urge to touch him as he says: "Charlie. Her name was Charlie."

He laughs. Cocky and sure of himself. "Yeah, well. Chuckie, she got what she deserved. Wanna know how I did her? It's a kinda funny story –"

"Shut up." The force in his voice causes her son to start crying and she reluctantly moves back several feet.

"Straight to it, then. I respect that. See, you got lucky before. This time, I'm sporting some new upgrades. See my old man –"

She sits on the table, trying to calm her baby. Even so Dean's words cut her. They're cold and emotionless. "Your old man's dead. They're all dead. So you can save me the speech on the three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples, for the ladies... or the fellas, I don't judge. But even with all that, you still only have one brain."

"So?"

She closes her eyes. Squeezes them shut. Holds her son closer. Dean draws his gun and shoots the son of a bitch in the head before he has even realized what happened. The body drops and her brother turns the gun on the youngest.

"No no no no no, don't! Don't!"

"Why not? You're one of them."

Jamie opens her eyes. She hears the way the boy's voice shakes as he pleads for his life. "No. No, I'm not! Okay, I hate my family! See, look! No stitches! I'm not like them, I promise."

"Oh, you are like them. There's bad in you. It's in your blood. Now you can deny it and you can run from it all you want, but that bad... will always win."

She gets up. Her brother's mind was made up long ago. He will have his revenge. What can she do, but let him. The Mark is in control. Twisting her brother into something they can't recognize. She shouldn't have come and she knows it. Castiel rushes down the stairs towards her. "In the library." She tells him, her voice doesn't even shake.

Michael. She's going to call him Michael. Michael Henry Winchester. Micah, for short. She hasn't even had time to really look at him, but she does now. She pulls him back from her breast and just looks at him. His hair is light brown, a bit lighter then Mark's, a bit darker then Emmy's. His eyes aren't blue like her, and Mark's or green like Dean, and Sam, and Emmy's, they're turquoise instead, a perfect mix of her and, well and him. He has her pale, milky skin, but he looks like…like him in the face, definitely his nose.

"You and Sam stay the hell away from me. Next time I won't miss." Dean's walking away and she finally confronts him. Standing up to full height and staring up into his eyes as he walks forward, right into her. "Move Jamie." He hisses.

"This it?" She asks, her voice a hiss. "This how Dean Winchester goes out? You gonna just beat up Cas and leave him here?"

"Jamie." There's a warning in his voice. She knows that warning. She heeds it. For the first time in her life, she lets Dean walk without protest, and instead rushes to Castiel's side.