"Sam, I have something to tell you," Ruby said as she and Sam were sitting on the hotel bed. She was so glad when he got over his whole abandoned warehouse phase.
"What?' Sam asked. It was a rare, totally relaxed night. Sam had just started exorcising demons without getting a nose bleed or a headache and Ruby had said that after a couple days to rest and up for the big event he could try killing one. So, tonight they were just hanging out.
"Remember a couple of weeks ago when we had sex?" Ruby asked.
"Ruby, we're not doing that again," Sam said half-heartedly. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they did. He really liked Ruby. She wasn't like other demons and there was nobody else in that body with her. So, why was it so wrong?
Ruby noticed the hesitancy in his voice and was glad of it. He might not be so mad at her news. "I'm pregnant."
"What? What will the baby be?" Sam asked.
"Half human, half demon. But it won't be evil, Sam. I'm not evil. You have demon blood in you. You're not evil. Our baby won't be evil."
"You're probably right," Sam said. How could anything from Ruby be evil? She had done nothing but help and support him since he had met her. "What will it look like?"
"Human," Ruby laughed. "But, there will be differences."
"Like what?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"The gestation period is only four months and he'll age four times as fast for the first ten years."
"Guess we'll have to home school, then," Sam said.
Ruby rolled her eyes. Of course school would be the first thing Sam thought of—well, the first thing after evil.
"You sure it won't be evil?" Sam asked as if reading her thoughts.
"I'm sure," Ruby smiled as Sam reassuringly.
3 months later
Dean opened his eyes. It was dark. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was that Hell Hound coming after him. Was this Hell? It actually felt kind of cool and he was pretty sure Hell was hot. He reached in his pockets and found a lighter. He lit it to see what he could see. It looked like he was in a box. Had he been buried alive? Or had he been buried dead and resurrected? Either way, the first priority was to get out of the coffin and up into the light.
He took a deep breath and pushed up on the top of the coffin. Dirt showered down on him. He reached his hand up, hoping that this was a shallow grave. If he was six feet under he was screwed. His hand felt air. He scrabbled until he had dug a hole to climb out of. He plopped down on the ground next to the grave and inhaled sweet, sweet air.
"I want to give birth outside," he heard someone saying.
"Why?" came the response. Dean could have sworn that was Sammy's voice, but he realized he had to be wrong. It was only the one word and what would Sam be doing talking about birthing choices with someone.
"Because this is going to involve a lot of screaming and I think in the middle of nowhere is best."
"But so close to Dean's grave?" That was Sam. No doubt about it. More words to identify the voice and he mentioned his grave. What was going on?
"It will be like Dean's with us. To sanction the birth of our child, his nephew."
"I don't know that this is something he would sanction, Ruby."
Dean popped up at that. He was exhausted, but he was pretty sure he was starting to put stuff together. A demon was going to have Sam's child? Over his dead body. He shuddered at that thought. He walked towards the voices.
"I think he would love this child, half demon or not," Ruby said. Over the past few months, she had been taking advantage of Dean's absence to reshape him in Sam's mind. Lately Dean would have been agreeing with everything Ruby was telling Sam to do. Of course it helped that it was really what Sam wanted to do.
"You're an idiot, then," Dean said, as he stepped into the clearing to see Ruby lying on a blanket with her legs spread apart, apparently waiting for her baby to be born.
"Dean?" Sam asked. He couldn't have been more confused.
"Well, of course. We need a blood sacrifice of a blood relative," Ruby said. "And you're all out, so we had to raise one up first."
"What?" Sam asked. He couldn't have heard her right. Ruby wouldn't kill Dean. She had been talking him up ever since he died.
"You heard her," a little girl said coming out of the woods.
"Lillith," Dean surmised.
"And everybody calls you the stupid one."
Sam turned towards her and tried to kill her with his mind, or at least exorcise her, but he ended up falling to the ground in excruciating pain.
"Silly goose, your powers only work on black-eyed demons," Lillith said as she approached him.
"Ruby said it would work on anyone," Sam protested.
"Ruby lies a lot," Lillith said as Ruby began to scream as the labor pains began in full force.
"But your powers didn't work on me when you killed Dean," Sam argued.
"I purposely fired a harmless light at you, so you would think you were powerful. Otherwise, it would have looked odd that I didn't kill you."
"Why didn't you kill him?" Dean asked. Not that he wanted Sam dead, but it was worrying that he wasn't.
"Because we needed him to father the Anti-Christ. A human with demon's blood, mixing with a demon. Very powerful. But I forgot, I don't answer to you."
At that, a different kind of screaming began. It was the baby. "Good,now we need to kill Dean and smear his blood on the baby," Lillith said and began to approach Dean.
