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Chapter Warnings: This chapter is a rough one. It deals with the non-consensual procedure Victoria was subjected to while being held captive by Lucifer's employees. It also deals with some of the emotional trauma from that procedure. There is also some violence and Victoria has small flashbacks to the days she was kidnapped. There are also a couple lighter scenes in this chapter as well to break up all the intensity. The next few chapters will also be a bit rough as Victoria and the rest of the family deal with the repercussions of her kidnapping; but this story has a very happy ending (I promise, I also promise there is a story arc). If there are any scenes y'all would like to see added to break up a bit of the angst I'd enjoy reading y'alls suggestions!

Chapter 21

No Mercy

The women sitting in the waiting room eyed Dean suspiciously. He was flipping through a woman's health magazine and keeping an eye on his brother and his brother's girl. Victoria kept bobbing her leg up and down nervously, Sam put a gentle hand on her knee, hoping to quell the unease.

"This article explains why asparagus makes pee smell weird. Never something I thought I'd need to know." Dean had this face he would sometimes pull that made Victoria's heart swell. It was a face that recognized the gravity of the situation but tried to put a bit of levity into it. A type of laissez faire that said, "what the hell?" but not the "what the hell?!" they were accustomed to expressing but a nonchalant one. He made this particular face then as he pointed the article out to the woman he so readily considered his sister.

She snorted a smile and placed her hand on top of Sam's. "Because it detoxes the body."

"Smarty pants."

She flashed him a smiled of gratitude.

He leaned in close to her and whispered, "What are these women thinking?"

She furrowed her brow, "About you?"

God, how he was trying to distract her, knowing Sam was having trouble himself. "Yeah, they keep looking at me like I got two heads."

"Oh…" Victoria began, as if it were completely normal, "They think we're a thruple." She used Cas's air quotes.

"What?"

Victoria gave him a look that screamed "Seriously?"

"Oh, you mean like we're all three here to get you knocked up?"

"You can be so crass sometimes." She rolled her eyes.

Dean laughed. "So what if we were? Who are they to judge?"

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "People will always judge Dean. Remember what you called the cute kid with glasses at the bookstore?"

Dean sat back, defeated. "A wannabe hipster with a trust fund?"

Victoria nodded. "And angels?"

"Winged dick bags?"

"See? Judgmental."

Sam shook his head, amused, but not enough to be distracted.

How had he gotten here? He squeezed Victoria's knee tighter, using her body to ground himself. She instantly squeezed his hand with hers, allowing the grounding to be more effective, more real. Frickin' Lucifer, that's how he had gotten here. That bag of dicks had completely entwined himself in the life of Sam's, from before his conception. He was dead now, Sam tried to remember, killed by his own son. Sam scoffed at the irony, rubbing his hand along his jeans. The hand that held the scar that reminded him Lucifer wasn't real and only in his mind.

Dean noticed. Of course he noticed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Winchester?" The nurse called as she opened the door.

Dean gave them a look that shouted, "You gave your real frickin' names?!"

Tor shrugged. She and Sam walked back, giving Dean one last look before the nurse closed the door.

Victoria was visibly nervous as the nurse took all her vitals and gave her a hospital gown. The cool metal table felt familiar and gave Victoria an ache in her chest that almost immediately grew to an itch. Damn archangel grace. She rubbed at her chest, trying to avoid using her nails.

"It's all right honey, Dr. Shepherd is a wonderful doctor."

Sam froze, fist by his side in an attempt to suppress his emotion, to not show his anger in front of a seemingly innocent nurse.

"Umm, yes, I'm a bit nervous."

"Look, there isn't any shame in being here." The nurse, Tracy, Victoria noted, looked at both she and Sam. "You two look like you deserve a family, Dr. Shepherd will help you with that." She gave a reassuring smile. "He'll be in here in a minute."

With the door closing behind the nurse, Victoria let out a held-in sigh and Sam hugged her. He enveloped her in his long arms, not saying a word as their heartbeats slowed and eventually beat in rhythm. Sam stepped back.

"I'm here, Victoria Doyle."

She smiled sadly, the gesture not reaching her eyes in happiness, but in melancholy. Tears swam there as she looked at the man she so readily adored. "And I for you, Samuel Winchester."

His nostrils flared in emotion as his hazel eyes swam as well.

Knock. Knock. The customary knock doctors gave to alert their patients they were coming in. A farce in privacy.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I am…"

He stopped when he saw Victoria. Her face seared into his brain. The woman laying unconscious on the examining table in that God-forsaken warehouse in the middle of nowhere with bruises in places no one should be bruised while he extracted what he needed to in order to satiate that red-eyed monster. Did he want to? Of course not. Was "do no harm" on a loop inside his head as he took sterilized metal tools and did his job? Yes. But the red-eyed monster promised him so much and didn't even require his soul. He said he would be given an important job in the New World Order and he could taste the frickin' power. Was he proud? Hell no. But would he do it again for the promise, the idea of being a powerful being? Hell yeah.

But this wasn't right. He had done his job, informed the red-eyed monster of the progress, and she shouldn't be here. She should be with him. Not this man. Was this man him? He studied. No. This man was not him. What the hell? The doctor attempted to cover; pretend he knew nothing. Maybe this was just a coincidence.

"So the chart says you two are having trouble…"

He was cut off as a Warrior of God descended upon him, blue eyes blazing, grace palpitating with red rage, swirling throughout his vessel strongly enough that it was almost visible to the human eye.

Victoria gasped, drew back from the table and wrapped her gown around her tightly.

Sam was not expecting Ezekiel, but he quickly locked the door, not wanting anyone else to pop in while the Angel enacted his own particular form of justice.

"What the…"

"Silence!" Ezekiel said, not loudly, but with the force of such blatant righteousness, such will that the doctor cowed, scared, fearing the Angel of the Lord.

Ezekiel placed his palm forcefully on the man's forehead, eyes glowing. The doctor's eyes shook, vibrating while the angel searched and consumed his mind.

"How'd you get in here?" The doctor pushed his glasses up on his nose, perplexed. His office had been closed for hours and he was just finishing up some paperwork. He and his wife had a dinner with some board of directors, trying to woo him away from his private practice to their prestigious research hospital.

Lucifer took one of the doctor's instruments off his desk and twirled it around on his finger. "Well doc, I'm not exactly human." He flashed red eyes at the man, winked, and blew a kiss.

"What the…"

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Language Doc." Lucifer put the instrument back on the desk, reached over, grabbed the doctor by his tie and plopped him back in his chair. "Here's the dealsies, I did my research…" Lucifer fondly thought of his true vessel at the word, a far off look in his eye. "And found out, you're the best of the best. And I need that. You see, I need a child."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. He had a kid. A damn powerful kid. But those pesky Winchesters and his little annoying as all get out brother already had the kid under their wing. Haha, wing. So, the kid was obviously going to be 'good'. Lucifer shuddered. So, he needed a new kid. A freakin' powerful kid, to combat what was coming. And he needed a powerful being to have the kid with. And he knew just the girl. But she was 'good' too. Blah blah blah. So, he, being the literal Devil, master of temptation, creator of Evil, had a brilliant plan. Enact some ancient magic and make her evil. Simple plan. He also knew how to make her immortal. So, have an evil (and hot) Chosen One as his bride and mother of his child and rule the freakin' galaxy. Father, he was brilliant.

The doctor looked at him, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. "Umm… okay?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes and sat on the desk. "Look, Doc, you're gonna have to do all the work. The intended mother is not really a willing participant."

Dr. Shepherd straightened, his soul burning behind his chest, willing him to just die, wanting him to be good. But the soul had a part to it, a part Dr. Shepherd tried to suppress, a part that didn't mind the woman wasn't consenting. A part that wanted to actually help this red-eyed monster. A part that wanted to be a fragment of the power. "Uh, okay?" He consented. His soul dimmed, the brightness overtaken by the slice that wanted the evil power. His brain tried to tell him he consented for self-preservation, but his soul, as they often do, knew better.

Lucifer smirked. "That's the ticket. Aren't you going to ask what you get out of all this?"

Dr. Shepherd shrugged. "My life?"

Lucifer seemed disappointed, his face scrunching. "That's all? Like, do you even know what I am?"

Dr. Shepherd shrugged. "A demon?"

Lucifer put his hand on his chest, feigning insult. "The father of demons, doc. So, what you want?"

"A part?"

Lucifer clicked his tongue. "Gotcha. So, what you thinking? Page, messenger, footstool?"

The unethical doctor's eyebrows knitted together. "No, power."

Lucifer sighed, "Right. Okie doke. So, when me and my wife and my kid get the whole thing started. You'll be in there."

The Doctor smiled. "Immortality?"

Lucifer scrunched up half of his face. "Duh?"

Dr. Shepherd bit the inside of his cheek. "Deal."

There was a flash in the tide of memories, Ezekiel followed the road to the next memory of Victoria.

She was laying on the metal table, arms draping off the side, blood dripping down her arm, bruises apparent, everywhere. Her shirt and pants were torn, almost gone. The doctor took his tools and started towards her.

Ezekiel could watch no longer. His grace went from rage to fury, as it burned white hot. He was no longer in control, the emotions running through his grace overtaking any rational thought.

Flash.

The doctor's kids at Christmas opening up presents.

Flash.

A woman learning she is pregnant after trying to have a baby for years.

Flash.

Dr. Shepherd drinking wine with his wife on their back porch overlooking a lake.

Flash.

The doctor's tools laying on a sterilized metal table in an empty warehouse.

Flash.

A freezer the doctor put a petri dish in.

Flash.

Graduation from medical school.

Flash.

The doctor sharing a whisky with Lucifer after their plan was successful.

Flash.

Stephanie Hutchinson. The woman carrying Victoria's child.

Ezekiel released the doctor, whose eyes rolled up into his head, drool escaping from his mouth, as he slowly slipped down the wall and became a crumpled heap of flesh, still very much human, but brain dead, clipboard still in hand.

Victoria looked to her Guardian, her breath caught.

He glanced at her quickly before flying away, only to return almost instantaneously, a manila folder in hand. He handed the folder to Sam and turned to his charge.

"Victoria."

She understood why he did it. But that, what he did to Dr. Shepherd, was not Ezekiel. Not the angel who hid any emotions so well that Victoria almost believed he did not have any. An angel who regarded her with patience and kindness and comradery, but never gave her the belief he would harm another human for her. Humans were his job, what he was told to watch over and love. And Victoria Doyle just watched him fry a man's brain for her. What that was, what she witnessed, was love. A love strong enough for him to overcome his teachings, his beliefs, everything he was ever exposed to, for her. She was shocked. Was his love misguided, was it wrong? She couldn't judge. She fried a demon's brain for Sam. Was this any different just because he was human? His soul was tainted, it had to have been. Right? Her hospital gown left her feeling exposed, vulnerable. She clutched it around her tightly.

Was she scared of him? Did he act out of rational thought? No, he did not. He needed her to understand. "Please?"

Was he begging? Was her angel lowering himself to her? She steeled herself, gown clutched. She walked over to him and put her head on his shoulder. Arms still clutched to the gown. The moment was emotionally charged, the air almost palpitating with his scorching grace. Her touch soothed it, and the Angel felt it cooling. The grace that resided so often in her chest reached out to him, calming him, fortifying him, making him once more the Angel Victoria was most accustomed to. Not an Angel of Vengeance.

"Your soul called out to me. And I came."

She let go of the gown and wrapped her arms around him. "I was scared."

He winced. "I know. I am so sorry."

Sam didn't want to interrupt their moment, so he began to read the file on Stephanie Hutchinson. She was a single woman who taught at a local elementary school. Second grade. Sam smiled slightly. The procedure that 'took' was preformed four months ago, and according to the chart, everything was going according to plan. Weird, Sam thought, normally Nephilim's grow at a rate much faster than human babies. Was this the Chosen One genes interfering? Was that even a thing? Sam shook his head. They were going to have to visit Stephanie Hutchinson and come up with a plan quick. Because Mr. and Mrs. Nick Smith sure as hell wasn't gonna cut it.

Victoria pulled away and looked at what resided of the man on the floor. "We were right?"

Ezekiel lowered his head. "Sam has all the information you need to find her."

Victoria swallowed, tears welling in her eyes. She nodded and looked at her Guardian, the angel who so often steadied her swirling thoughts when she was a young Chosen One, unsure of everything. "I don't know what to do."

He lifted his own head and hers with a gentle hand to her chin. "You will." He paused, his eyes never leaving hers, "I love you, Victoria."

Sam's eyes shot straight up, watching the exchange between the Angel and his charge.

Victoria closed her eyes, wishing he hadn't said it. But he did, and it was there, and for an Angel who fought against choosing the one over the many again and again, those words meant everything. She put a hand on his chest, allowing herself to feel his grace. It flowed evenly now, calm, serene, like an ocean's waves on the sand with the moon watching the two kiss and break away, over and over. She opened her eyes and looked into his, forcing herself to look beyond the vessel at the angel within. Beauty and strength abounded. "And I you."

With a bow of his head, indicating relief, and happiness, he flew away.

Victoria clutched her chest, Sam was at her side immediately.

"Yell into the hallway that the doctor collapsed."

Sam kissed her head and did just that.

Sam, Dean, and Victoria were sitting at a diner. Sam was gingerly picking at his salad while Victoria and Dean dug into their double bacon cheeseburgers.

"So, what, Zeke Spocked the Doc?" Dean inquired as he bit into his burger.

"It went a little beyond that."

Dean raised a quizzical eyebrow.

Sam explained Victoria's statement, "The guy was laying on the floor drooling, Dean."

"Huh." Dean accepted that with a nod of his head and continued eating. His mouth full, he elaborated, "I'm not gonna feel sorry for the son of a bitch."

Victoria could also accept that. She didn't feel particularly sorry for him either.

Sam tapped the file that was on the table with his free hand. "What are we gonna do about this?"

Victoria sighed, "I think Agent Brooks can help us, again."

Sam furrowed his brow.

Victoria pursed her lips and played with a fry, ripping it apart. "She can make us a marriage certificate, a death certificate, and whatever ID I need to get the child." She felt a lump in her throat and she suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore.

Sam tried to do the sad smile. He tried. But his girl sounded broken. And that hurt.

Dean winced, the pain on both of their faces gnawing at his chest. "Look, this ain't easy. Hell, not one of us has had an easy life. They've pretty much all sucked. But this kid, it ain't his kid Tor, all right? Just like Jack isn't. Whatever it is, it's yours. And that makes it ours. All of ours." Dean continued eating.

Sam looked at his brother with pride, hope, and love. Dean had suffered atrocities no man should even begin to fathom. And here he was, comforting Sam and Tor. Just like he always did, because he was the big brother. And he was damn good at it.

"You gonna eat that?" Dean motioned at Tor's burger. She pushed it his way. "Hell yeah."

Agent Brooks was having the paperwork sent via a courier to the trio as soon as she was able. Victoria knew she owed that woman a hell of a lot.

Dean didn't want to leave Sam and Tor alone for fear of both of them retreating so far into their own minds he'd have to use Angelic force to get them back. He didn't want to do that. He knew his little brother was stronger than he had any right to be and his brother's girlfriend was probably the toughest woman on earth. Regardless, he knew how easy it was to break. To disassociate, to push everything so far down that its climb back up is inevitable, like bad seafood. He was a pusher, he knew it, and sometimes it erupted in him being a dick. But with those two? They wouldn't lash out, they wouldn't hurt anyone else, they wouldn't do what he and Ezekiel do. They would care for one another while they died inside. And Dean Winchester was not gonna let that happen. So, he swallowed his incredibly handsome manly pride and engaged in chick-flick moments worthy of Lifetime.

"What are we watching tonight?" He asked flipping through the stations.

Sam looked confused as he scrolled on his iPad. "You're not going out?"

Dean scoffed. "And leave your company? Please."

Victoria knew what he was doing and loved him for it. She smiled slightly as she looked over at Sam's iPad. Her heart froze. That big, beautiful human was looking at cribs. The grace fluttered around her heart, scratching at the wall of her chest. Damn, she was an emotional disaster these days. That grace was busy, always fluttering, trying to calm, to steady, but it was foreign, and confused inside the body of a human who exhibited more emotions that it was ever intended to quell. She rubbed her chest and looked at the eldest Winchester.

"You are going to be an amazing uncle, Dean Winchester." The words slipped out, surprising her. But damn, she meant it.

Dean sniffed and blinked, trying to get rid of the saltwater pooling in his green eyes. He knew he agreed to chick-flick, but damn, he was not expecting that. "Damn straight." He finally managed to choke out, in a voice that only retained the tiniest bit of emotion. "The kid's first beer belongs to me."

Victoria smiled and took Sam's free hand laying on the bed next to her. "Oh, that is definitely going to be your privilege."

Victoria leaned into Sam and scrolled with him. Imagining her child laying in a crib next to the bed she and Sam shared terrified her. Would the man next to her allow himself to be called "Dad", even knowing the child was not his true seed? Would he be able to love them fully, knowing the child was the spawn of Lucifer? She worried; she was scared. She loved Sam, more than she ever thought possible. And after spending time in a parallel universe, she knew Sam Winchester was the only man she would ever allow to father her children. But this was done against her will, her choice taken from her. Could she ask the man beside her to share in that?

Sam Winchester felt the woman he cared so much for settle into him, her presence filling his senses, calming him, steadying him, allowing him to actually look at the furniture he was searching for. Watching Ezekiel essentially melt that doctor's brain made Sam wonder if he would have done the same. He knew he did something very similar when he injected a lethal amount of a drug into her surviving kidnapper's arm. She seemed to forgive Ezekiel easily enough. Could she forgive him? Would she believe he wanted to raise this child with her as if it were his own? Because he did. He didn't care who the biological father was, he was going to be that kid's dad. And a damn good one. He didn't care if he was a human raising a Chosen One / Archangel Hybrid. He wanted a life with her, he wanted this child with her, and he wanted to let her know that.

Stephanie Hutchinson was not expecting visitors that morning. Her little "bun" as she affectionately called it was making her tired. She drank her decaf coffee hoping for the placebo effect as she looked over her notes for her thesis. Why she thought it was a good idea to get a Masters' degree while teaching a bunch of cute seven-year-olds she would never know. The committee was meeting tomorrow, and she had to give the verbal pitch. Blowing air through her mouth she began to organize the notes, hoping for some cohesiveness to take form.

The knock on her apartment door surprised her, but sometimes her friends would stop by unannounced bemoaning their latest relationship trouble. Stephanie would listen with an open ear, offering advice she knew they wouldn't take. She opened the door, holding her bump ever so slightly. Stephanie was not afraid to answer the door, because she never had anything to be afraid of. She smiled at the two rather large men and the one rather tall female in between them. "Can I help you?"

The pain in the woman's eyes when she looked at her slightly swollen stomach hit Stephanie like a ton of bricks. She inhaled sharply and her quick mind quickly began connecting the dots. "You're her? Mrs. Smith?"

Victoria swallowed and nodded. Stephanie opened the door and allowed the trio entrance. They all sat awkwardly on the couch, knees touching, as Stephanie sat in one of the chairs across. Stephanie decidedly noticed the absence of Mr. Smith, a man she met on several occasions and noted as charming. Was he too charming? Her hand went to her stomach on instinct.

Sam leaned forward and began to speak. "Hey, umm, I'm Sam, this is Victoria, and this is my brother Dean. Can we talk to you about your procedure?"

Stephanie was confused. "You mean, the baby?"

Victoria closed her eyes and nodded. "Please. Umm, Nick…" God this was hard. "Umm, left me out of a lot."

Stephanie nodded in compassion, "I know, because of the first few times."

The lump in Victoria's throat grew, anger threatening to overcome all over emotions. What sort of sick twisted play did that son of a bitch throw to this sweet girl? Sam felt the tension and grabbed her hand and rested it on his lap. Stephanie noticed.

Dean kept quiet. He was afraid he would erupt and this poor girl would be scared out of her mind for carrying the Devil's spawn.

Victoria began to spin the biggest yarn she had ever spun. The lie comforted her, warmed her, made her feel strong. This lie had power.

"Nick is dead."

She registered Stephanie's shock, the pity, the concern, the worry, and continued.

"He was an abusive husband. Always blaming me for the inability to" Victoria huffed sardonically and looked at the ceiling, "Conceive an heir. He more of less bullied me into seeing Dr. Shepherd. I consented, because that what I thought I should do, to please him."

Dean looked at his brother's girl, eyes wide in shock, and truth be told, he was a bit impressed. Dean was a damn good liar too.

Sam held her hand tighter, because even though the story was fabricated, the feelings were not.

"I didn't know what he was doing exactly. But it looks like his plan came to fruition."

Stephanie held onto her stomach tighter.

"Umm, Nick had a heart attack a few weeks ago, and I only found out from Dr. Shepherd yesterday that you were carrying our child." Victoria paused, pursed her lips, and once more looked up at the ceiling. "And then, he had a stroke while we were in the room with him. When he learned what Nick was up to."

Stephanie looked shocked. No one could blame the poor woman.

"Sam and I met in college." Okay, she was using the parallel time set up, so sue her. "In a grief support group. We clicked, but the timing wasn't right. Nick came in, all charm, and woo, and swept me off my feet. We were married. Then he became abusive, hurt me." She all but melted into Sam.

"Sam saw that Nick had died and came to check on me. It was the right time this time. Please don't judge us Stephanie. We love each other, pretty much always have. And we want our baby."

Stephanie reached across the table and put her hand on Victoria's knee. "I am so sorry you went through all of that, Victoria. And of course I want you to have your baby and raise it with the love of your life." Her smile was perfect. Victoria wanted her to have the best possible life.

"I'd like to get to know the two of you better, if you can. We're about four months in. Everything looks great. We're past the first trimester and pretty much in the clear." There was that smile again. "I will keep you updated, of course."

"Thank you."