A/N: I should point out that this was original part of chapter four. Part Four ended up being about 4k words and it was SO much longer than the other parts that, to keep continuity we decided to split them up, thus Part Four and Part Five, but we didn't want to wait any longer to post it, so... enjoy! And, again, Part Four didn't get any reviews, which doesn't mean no one was reading, but, if there's something wrong, let me know, please, because it's kinda disheartening to put all that work into a piece and not have anyone reading/liking it. Concrit is always welcome!

The Cradle Will Fall

Part Five

Castiel watched Dean pace the length of their room. Daniel had gone down a couple hours ago but Dean had been unable to calm down enough to even attempt sleep. The angel worried about his lover.

"Okay. Maybe I should go on down now and start looking through Bobby's books. There's gotta be some kind of blood ritual or something we can use to find Sam's kid. Then, if it is that bitch Ruby, we can gank her, for good this time," Dean ranted quietly. Castiel sighed. The older Winchester really had not taken Sam's news earlier well at all. It made matters even worse when the younger brother had managed to avoid them both for the rest of the day.

"Dean," Cas started, stepping in front of the hunter to halt his steps. "You are assuming and acting as if the child already exists. Perhaps we really should consider the possibility that Sam's daughter has not even been conceived yet, let alone born. Your brother's dreams have always been premonitions before, have they not?" Dean nodded at that. "You are assuming one theory is correct when we have multiple possibilities." The other man seemed to crumble at his words.

"I know, Cas. I just... he was craving blood, again! If there's even a chance that that bitch is playing with him again... Cas, I can't..." Dean trailed off, looking lost and wounded.

"I know, Dean, but we can't assume anything yet. Whatever is going on, you know I will do everything in my power to protect your brother. I believe the same can be said for Gabriel." Dean nodded, collapsing onto their bed.

"Perhaps you would like me to take your mind off of this," Castiel suggested, moving to sit behind the hunter. Dean leaned back into the angel's body.

"I'm not gonna argue with that offer," he answered. Castiel smiled before pressing light kisses on the taller man's neck.

Gabriel stood beside a rushing river. He had, perhaps, been a little hard on Cas, but his brother had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. He had no clue the thoughts and feelings that ran through his mind every time he looked at Daniel or watched Sam with their nephew. And he sure as hell had no idea what it was like to lose your family, the pain that never leaves you, the knowledge that you could have stopped it all.

No, Castiel knew nothing, so he really needed to keep his mouth shut.

Gabriel contemplated stretching his wings out and taking flight to clear his mind when the first inkling that something wasn't right hit him. When he chose to use his own blood in the talisman he'd made for Sam, he knew it would tie them together. He thought it might come in handy, to be able to sense when something was off. Well, something was definitely off.

He considered flying to Castiel and alerting him so they could be on guard for Daniel's sake or just flying directly to Sam to see what was going on when the off feeling turned into sheer panic. Gabriel's heart dropped when he heard Sam's desperate cry.

Gabriel! Help!

It took Sam a few minutes to figure out what had woken him. He glanced around his dark room, but couldn't see anything wrong or out of place. He glanced at the alarm clock to see that it was a quarter to one in the morning.

As the fogginess of sleep faded, he felt a pull. He had this sudden, strange, incessant desire to go outside. Sam stayed in his bed as long as he could, but the desire just grew until he finally threw off his covers and grabbed his shoes. He quickly put them on and made his way down the dark, quiet stairs.

Sam crept through the living room and out the door. Once he emerged out into the cool night air, he paused. It took him a moment to figure out which way he was being pulled. A part of his brain was screaming at him to stop, that this was a bad idea, but the pull was too strong.

He followed invisible strings until he came to the edge of Bobby's junkyard. There were dense woods that circled Singer's Salvage Yard. Sam walked up to the wood line and paused.

A slim, short figure emerged from between two of the trees. Suddenly, Sam felt the pull dissipate. He stared at the figure as it came into the moonlight.

His heart nearly stopped when he recognized the person. It was the woman from his dreams. She was clad in a long, white night gown with long, flowing brown hair. Her skin held an otherworldly glow.

"Hello, Sam," she greeted with a small smile.

"Who are you?" he demanded, brain completely clear finally.

"You know, I really thought you would have figured that out by now. I thought you might have put that giant brain of yours to use, but... you really have no idea who I am, do you?"

"We have a few theories..."

"Really? I'd love to hear them," she told him with a smirk, leaning casually on the nearest tree.

"Dean thought you might be Ruby." The stranger stood up straight at that.

"You actually thought I could be that demon slut? I'm appalled."

"Fine. Then tell me who you really are," Sam snapped, tired of her games, but secretly glad that Dean had been wrong. "And tell me what the hell you're doing here. What do you want?" he demanded.

The woman started to walk closer to him, eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. Sam made to take a step back but couldn't. His feet felt like lead weights that were anchored to the ground. His heart raced as she moved closer.

"You've locked me out of your dreams, Sammy. I needed to talk with you, so, you left me with no choice but to come see you face to face," she told him, stopping mere feet from his paralyzed form.

"What could you possible need to talk to me about? And you still haven't told me who you are."

"Patience, Sam. We'll get there. Now, to answer your first question, I want to make you an offer."

"No thanks."

"You haven't even heard me out."

"Doesn't matter."

The woman let her eyes rove over his body before coming to rest at his neck. He couldn't help but twitch under her scrutiny. She leaned in close to him and reached out. He flinched but couldn't pull away.

"So, that's how you did it," she murmured, pulling Gabriel's talisman out from under his shirt. She touched one finger to the brown oval and Sam saw her eyes widen in shock. "My, my, Sam, you certainly have friends in high places." Stepping back just slightly, she gazed intently into his eyes. Sam tried to move his gaze, but the swirling brown depths held him captive. Flashes of Gabriel ran through his mind, glimpses of the Archangel with Daniel, moments of the two of them entangled together, of Gabriel pounding into him, of him kneeling with the angel's cock buried in his throat. Finally, the strange woman pulled back, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Hmmmm... Very interesting," she whispered. "Now, about my offer..."

"I told you, I'm not interested," he growled in a low voice.

"Sam, what I'm offering you isn't a bad thing. You're one of a kind, do you know that?" Sam refused to acknowledge her question. "Azazel did an amazing thing when he created his children, something I've not been able to duplicate," she told him.

Sam felt sick at her words.

"Of course, then he went and pitted you against each other, forcing you to destroy one another. Not the actions that I would have expected from a father... Certainly not the actions a mother would have bestowed upon her children. So, you see, Sam, Azazel's incompetence has left me with just... you. The last of your kind."

"I still don't get what you want with me. I don't even have any power any more."

"Oh, but you could," she told him, holding up a vial that had just appeared in her hand. It was filled with a thick red substance, one he'd recognize anywhere. He felt his panic rise.

"Relax, Sammy, I'm not going to force this down your throat. This will only work if you're willing. I value unique creations, Sam. Imagine the beings I could form with your unique powers and abilities."

"I will never willing drink that or help you," Sam hissed, trying in vain to move his body.

The woman's smile vanished from her face.

"You have always wanted a family, children... and I know you would love your children, Sam. I'm offering you that chance."

"Yeah, well, you can take that offer and shove it."

"He'll never love you. Not weak like you are. I know Gabriel. You're too pathetically fragile like this; he'll never risk it again. I can make you strong. I can give you the power to be his equal, to make him love you."

Sam felt sick to his stomach at her words. What she said was probably true, but even so, it wasn't enough to make him give in and take what she was offering.

"Who are you?" he asked one final time. The woman narrowed her eyes at him.

"They call me Eve."

Fuck. Shit, son of a bitch.

Gabriel! Help! It's Eve, she's here! Sam frantically called out, desperate for help and fearing the moment when she tired of him and turned her attention to the sleeping Nephil in the house behind him.

"So, what do you think of my offer?" Eve asked.

"You want to use me like some prize stud?" he asked, hoping to keep her attention on him and give Gabriel time to get Daniel to safety.

"If that's the way you want to look at it, I prefer thinking of it as repopulating the species, or creating entirely new ones."

Sam tried to think of something else to say when the talisman on his chest began to burn. Gabriel must be close.

"Sam!" Gabriel's voice rang out in the still night. Sam felt his limbs release enough for him to turn. Striding towards him were his brother, Castiel and... Gabriel, but a Gabriel unlike any he'd seen before.

The Archangel oozed righteous fury, his eyes glowed with a holy fire and he was wielding a sword. Not his usual angel blade, but a fucking huge, flaming sword. This was an avenging Archangel; this was the all-powerful Hand of Justice, Warrior of the Almighty. This was the Gabriel of the Bible, bringer of wrath and death. Sam shuddered.

"Gabriel... you never learn, do you?" Eve spoke up, reminding him of the situation they were currently in.

"Leave, now, or I will destroy you," Gabriel warned.

Eve gave Sam a calculating look.

"Fine. But, Gabriel, I would advise you not to make the same mistake twice," she told the angel before stepping up to Sam. "Fine, you don't want to do this my way, we'll do it yours," she hissed before pressing her hand to his chest, directly over the talisman. Sam screamed as a burning white pain shot through his body. His chest felt like a hand of fire was trying to reach through it. Wave after wave of burning pain coursed through him so that he barely heard Gabriel frantically call out his name and Dean's desperate cries behind that before darkness descended on him and he knew no more.