I am so, so sorry that I haven't posted in so long. Finals were a whirlwind, and I've got graduation in a couple of days. The end of high school. Eeek!

Anyways, as an apology, I'm giving you two new chapters tonight. I will try and get more of this story up as fast as I can, but I'm going to be bouncing between several stories in the coming weeks. Thank you all so much for your patience, and I hope this is worth the wait.


Bess groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. The hand on her stomach tightened, clutching at the folds of her shirt.

"Shit," I muttered. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck."

Bess inhaled deeply, fighting off the contraction. When she opened her eyes a minute later she fixed me with a glare. "Don't you panic on me, Lucy," she ordered. "I'm going to need your help."

I blinked blankly, then started in on a fresh stream of curses.

"Lucy. Lucy!"

I froze as Bess shouted my name.

"Go get help." Her voice was calm with only the slightest tremble, panic only showing in her eyes. "Then come back. Hurry."

I nodded and clambered back up to the door.

"My friend just went into labor!" I shouted. "We need out of here now!"

This time, I couldn't begrudge the cursing of the person on the other side of the door.

"Is anyone a doctor?" I heard them shout. "Does anyone know what to do here?"

There was a series of replies, and from what I heard, they were all nos.

"Ok. Hang in there. Hopefully that ambulance will be here soon."

I nodded and climbed back down. When I got to the elevator Bess was moaning in pain, and as I knelt at her side she grabbed my hand in a grip so hard it hurt.

"The ambulance is on its way," I soothed. "Just hold on."

Bess nodded, tears squeezing out of her eyes.

It took a good few seconds for the contraction to fade. When it had we sat together against the wall, ignoring the fluid pooled around us.

"I'm sorry," Bess whispered.

I shook my head. "No. This isn't your fault. It's mine. None of this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for me."

Bess shook her head now. "No. Don't think like that. Ok?"

I nodded. For a minute we were silent.

"Why did he attack me?" she asked. "He can't have known what I am."

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's the only explanation that fits."

Bess nodded reluctant agreement.

"But how would he have known?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I have no idea."

Bess grimaced. "That knife. What was it? It was odd."

I pulled out the three edged knife. "It's an angel blade."

"Angel?" Bess's eyes widened. "Is that guy one of those?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. There's one way to find out."

I crossed over to the man, who had already healed from Bess's scratching and my punching- though he luckily hadn't woken yet- and made a shallow cut on his arm. A thin trickle of blood ran down his pale skin, and a blue-white glow filled the air. At the sight of it vague, confusing recollections stirred in my mind, but I pushed them down with a shake of my head.

"Well, shit." I stepped back again. "He is. What the hell?"

I threw my hands in the air as I crossed back to Bess. "I'm going to kill Cas's entire family. This is unreal. What is their problem with me?"

Bess's eyes were wide. "Maybe they don't like that you and Cas are dating?"

I scowled. "Then they need to get over with it, cos I'm not breaking up with him just because they've got issues."

Bess chuckled. She was about to say something when she groaned again, face paling. Her hand clenched on mine.

"So why did he attack me then?" she panted once the contraction had passed. "If he's supposed to be stalking you."

I frowned, recalling the angel that I'd known as Jackson. "Most angels aren't very fond of other supernatural creatures," I said. "Even less fond than Sam and Dean."

Bess nodded slowly. "He probably wouldn't have attacked you then," she guessed. "I bet he just wanted to see how close he could get. Then he saw me and flipped."

I nodded. "I'm sorry I pulled you into this."

Bess patted my hand softly. "It's not your fault."

I didn't respond.

We were silent for the next several minutes, until we heard shouting from above. I handed Bess the angel blade and climbed onto the roof, where I could see a thin sliver of light coming through the door.

"Hey!" I grinned. "We're down here!"

"Climb up!" someone called.

I frowned but did as I was ordered. When I came level with the door I saw that it was just open enough to stick a hand through. I could see a bunch of people on the other side, a dark skinned, deep eyed paramedic closest to me. Just behind him I could see some other paramedics, as well as several firemen.

I clambered to the ledge, and the paramedic reached through to help me onto the perch.

"The door's stuck," he said. "We can't get it open more than this. We're working on it, but it might take a while."

My eyes widened. "How long? My friend's in labor down there! Not to mention there's some unconscious guy who just tried to kill us!"

The paramedic grimaced in sympathy. "I'm sorry. We're doing our best, but there's nothing I can do right now. Is the attacker tied up?"

I nodded.

"Good. Your friend, how is she? How far apart and how long are her contractions?"

"Wh-I don't know! A few minutes, I think."

The paramedic nodded. "Have they sped up at all?"

I thought. "Maybe. I'm not sure. What does it matter?"

The paramedic took a deep breath. "You might have to deliver this baby."

My eyes widened. "What?" I shrieked. "No! I can't do that! I'm not a frigging doctor!"

"Calm down, calm down. I'll walk you through it."

"How? You're stuck up here, and I'm going to be down there!"

The paramedic signaled behind him, and someone brought him something. He stuck a walkie-talkie through the door hole to me, then a plastic bag.

"These will let us talk, and there are supplies in the bag for you to use. Now, is your friend married? Is there anyone I should call?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Garth Fitzgerald." I rattled off his number. "Tell him to let my family know what's going on. He'll know who to call, if he's not with them."

The paramedic nodded, calling over his shoulder for one of the other paramedics to call Garth. "Ok," he said. "What's your name?"

"Lucy."

"And your friend?"

"Bess."

The paramedic nodded. "I'm Isaac. Lucy, I need you to climb back down now. Talk the supplies. We'll go from there, ok?"

I nodded. Quickly I slipped the walkie-talkie on my belt and slid down, then glanced inside the bag. It had a box of gloves, a bottle of alcohol, and a knife. Frowning, I dropped into the elevator, where Bess was just finishing a contraction.

"The paramedics are here but the door's stuck," I informed her. "They're trying to get it open, but it might be a while."

Bess's eyes widened.

"What about the baby?" she asked.

"Apparently I'm delivering it." I sighed and took a seat, pulling the walkie-talkie off my belt. "Isaac?"

"I'm here," he responded. "How's Bess?"

"I'm fine," Bess said.

I held the button on the walkie. "She says she's fine."

"Good." I could hear Isaac taking a deep breath. "Bess, I'm going to need you to get off your pants."

"Oh, geez," I muttered.

Bess wasn't wearing pants but a dress, so we pulled off her underwear, and I donned a pair of gloves.

"Now what?" I asked.

"I need to know how dilated she is," Isaac said. "And how far apart the contractions are."

For the record, I will never tell anybody what I saw next.

"She looks pretty dilated," I said. "But I'm no doctor. And about two minutes apart for the contractions."

"Ok, we're getting closer to the delivery, but you've still got time. Once she's fully dilated she'll be ready to deliver."

"How long will that take?" asked Bess.

"It varies."

"Let's hope it takes a while," I said. "So that some actual professionals can get down here. Isaac, what's the knife and alcohol for?"

I could hear him sigh through the static walkie-talkie line. "When the baby is born, you'll need to cut the umbilical cord. Use the liquor to sterilize the knife first."

I grimaced. "Great."

Bess and I traded nervous looks, and I settled down next to her, careful not to touch anything with the gloves on my hands. Across the elevator the angel hadn't moved, but I kept an eye on him.

We traded a bit of small talk with Isaac, which got awkward when I ended up making up a background story for myself. Every once in a while I checked Bess's dilation, which was slowly increasing as the time between her contractions decreased.

Nearly a half hour had passed when Isaac suddenly laughed. "I think your family's here."

Sure enough, a minute later the yells of Sam, Dean, and Garth filled the walkie-talkie, each voice trying to rise over the others.

"Would you all shut up?" I yelled. Next to me Bess laughed.

"Garth," I said. "You first."

"Bess." Garth's panicked voice came out of the walkie. "Are you ok? Is the baby?"

Bess smiled. "I'm fine. Ah-ow. Contraction. Ohh, that hurts."

"Bess?" came Garth's worried call.

"She's fine, Garth," I said. I sighed and changed gloves as I handed Bess the walkie-talkie back.

"That was closer together," warned Isaac.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed and shifted position. "Yeah, she's a lot more dilated now."

"I feel more dilated," Bess said as the contraction faded. "It doesn't feel too nice-ow!"

I glanced up sharply. "Is that another contraction? Already?"

Bess nodded, hitting the button on the walkie so we could all hear her reply. "Yeah."

"Then it's time." I could hear Isaac take a deep breath. "Ok, Lucy, I need you to look again. Can you see a head?"

I did. "Yeah, I think so."

There was the sound of something moving around behind me, and Bess screamed.

I spun just as the angel lurched into a sitting position. Blood, now dry, still clung to his skin, and hatred bored out of his eyes. Luckily, his hands and ankles were still tied.

"Don't try anything," I warned. I grabbed the angel blade, holding it ready. "I know what you are. Do you really think you're going to get away with this? Since when has messing with us Winchesters ever ended well for anyone?"

"Lucy?" The boys were all calling into the walkie-talkie now, which they'd probably wrestled away from Isaac. "What's going on?"

I didn't bother responding. I simply glared at the angel, and he glared back.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said eventually.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Defended it." The angel nodded toward Bess, who was fighting to stay alert through another contraction. "I was simply watching. Evaluating. But this?" The angel shook his head. "This is wrong. You are wrong. Wrong for him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Hold up," I said. "Are you kidding me? What, have you idiot winged douchebags been stalking me to see if you approve of Cas's girlfriend? Are you insane?"

The angel lifted his chin. "His name is Castiel. And we have been determining if you are a bad influence on him."

"A bad influence? He's not a teenager!"

The angel scowled at me. "He has been neglecting his heavenly duties. We didn't understand why until we remembered you. So we watched you. There have been mixed opinions, but the consensus so far was to leave you be, to simply convince Castiel to return to his duties. Now though, you have chosen to aid an abomination. You-"

"Protected an innocent pregnant woman against a psychopathic nut-job," I interrupted. "So what?" You're going to come after me now? I can tell you now that won't end well. So you can go to hell."

The angel's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, tensing as though he was going to hop up and over and attack. I raised the angel knife. I didn't want to kill him; then we couldn't get more information out of him. But I might not have a choice.

"Dammit! Get this door open. I'm going down. Sam, call Cas!"

At Dean's furious yell the angel paused, his eyes flickering upward. Apparently taking on an angry Dean Winchester was an idea that appealed to absolutely no one, or maybe he didn't want Cas to show up, who would be able to recognize and put a name to him. Whatever his reason, a decision flashed in the angel's eyes.

A moment later he vanished.