President Robert Singer, or as his slogan went "Just call me Bobby" was taking a tour of the South. Over the past five months he had started at the furthest corner and for a few weeks at a time he had been visiting the major towns and large cities. People cheered as he spoke, many wiping their eyes as he spoke of their late president, and he generally made a good impression.

One of the last legs of his trip was to visit the prime military base of the new recruits and so the entire place was in a rush to make everything look prime for his coming. Elizabeth and Dean walked through the door, holding hands and giggling to each other, both of them looking very brown.

"Hey you!" A voice called out and Olivia joined them outside of their office. Her stomach was unmistakable under the grey pregnancy top.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harvelle!" She said hugging both of them, her stomach getting in the way. Elizabeth and Dean had gotten married just last week and had just gotten back from their honeymoon. The blue and silver ring matched the silver band on Dean's hand she kept twisting it around her finger, absently grinning to herself.

"Hey both of you!" Elizabeth said looking down at the stomach that stopped her from hugging Olivia fully. Olivia ran her hand over her stomach and grinned. An officer ran past them with a stack of papers. Dean rolled his eyes.

"All this fuss for one guy." He said.

"It is the president." Olivia said

Dean still shook his head laughing.

"So how was your trip?" Olivia asked, Dean and Elizabeth had gone to a resort down to the furthest part of the South. Elizabeth was describing the parks they had gone to when Ellen knocked on the door.

"Ellen!" Dean said and he caught her up in a hug. She patted his shoulder as he let her go.

"How you doing boy?" She said moving past him to hug Elizabeth.

"Good," Dean said.

"That's good, is he treating you right? I can always kick his ass for you." Ellen said to Elizabeth.

"Oh I can take care of him just fine." Elizabeth said wrapping her arms around him. He nuzzled her and Olivia gave a quiet gag in the back.

"Let them enjoy their honeymoon phase." Ellen said laugh. She glanced at the clock, "Better gather outside, President Singer should be out in a few minutes."

Elizabeth and Dean went outside, Olivia had been excused from standing in the warm May sun.

Dean stood, at the end of the row of Captains with Elizabeth on one side and Ellen on the other. The breeze blew in his direction and he gave a tentative sniff.

"Are you wearing perfume Ellen?" He asked quietly

"What?" Ellen said quickly but she was saved from answering as President Singer's brigade drove up.

He got out of the car and began to walk down the line.

"Captain Harvelle," He said to Elizabeth, "Captain Harvelle." He said to Dean. "I read about your marriage, congratulations."

"Thank you sir." They both said smiling, He continued down the line and stopped at Ellen.

"General Harvelle." He said saluting her.

"President Singer." Ellen said returning the salute.

"Call me Bobby." He said using his campaign phrase unknowingly. It made Ellen laugh in a way that had Dean turning his head to see what was going on.

"It's been a while but I did ask you for a drink." Bobby said.

A blush formed on Ellen's face that Dean had never seen.

"Well, I am still waiting on that." Ellen said a little coyly.

"I am too, how about we grab it after this boring old tour."

Ellen gave a side smile, "I'd like that Bobby."

The President moved on and Dean was looking at Ellen so hard, you'd think she'd sprouted another head.

"What?" She said looking at him.

"You are sneaky." Dean said grinning.

"You hush your mouth boy." Ellen said but she couldn't stop the grin on her face.

After Bobby had finished greeting everyone, they went inside. There was the weapons department, and he watched Elizabeth and Dean train the recruits. After giving a speech about how proud he was of what they were doing, he went back inside to the psychology department.

There were the soldiers who had come back with scars that were not visible. Also next to the psychology department, was the research department since psychoanalysis could be needed.

"I'd like to introduce you to our top psychiatrist here." Said the main researcher.

"I'd like that." Bobby said automatically, feeling bored.

"This is Doctor O'Malley." Said the man.

Bobby gave a double take at the name, and turned. Her face was familiar but as Bobby looked down he was sure his heart stopped. Olivia O'Malley was pregnant, definitely, no mistaking it, pregnant.

"It's an honor Mr. President." Olivia said smiling extending her hand.

"You too, Doctor," Bobby said his charm on autopilot. "We remember how brave you were last fall."

Olivia nodded smiling,

"So, can I say congratulations?" Bobby said

Olivia smiled, if it was a bit nervous, but ran her hand over her stomach.

"Of course,"

"How far along are you?" Bobby asked,

"Oh, five months." Olivia said quickly.

She was definitely too big for five months. Bobby thought, "She looks like she's about to pop, closer to eight I'd say, right around when Sam had, oh balls."

"Big baby." He remarked with a laugh, "I bet the father is proud."

"He is!" Olivia said her tone still light but her face was guarded.

"Great, great, I won't keep you but it was wonderful talking to you."

"You too Mr. President." Olivia said.

Moments later, Bobby was back in the car, he dialed on his private cell phone.

"Sir?" The voice on the end of the line said.

"I want information on Olivia O'Malley." Bobby said, "I want her followed, and I want her medical reports and I want them within an hour."

"Yes sir."

The line went dead and Bobby pinched the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't call Sam, not yet, not until they were certain but the way the evidence pointed…

By the time he reached his rooms in the presidential mansion, there was a sealed envelope on his table. He scanned the files in his hand and reached for the phone.

xXx

Sam was in the training center. The recruits were sparring with each other and he had his eye on a few that had asked him about mentoring. Some of them actually looked promising. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he turned away to answer it.

"Sam." Bobby's voice was on the other end.

"What wrong?" was Sam's response, he knew Bobby wouldn't risk something like this unless something was going very wrong.

"It's Olivia," Bobby began,

"I told you I didn't want to hear anything about her." Sam cut him off irritated.

"She's pregnant you idjit!" Bobby said annoyed.

There were very few things that could surprise Sam Winchester, this was one of them. He literally put his hand up to the wall to steady himself. He must have just hallucinated.

"What?" He said his voice a weak croak.

"Olivia's pregnant, Sam." Bobby said his voice quieter.

"When, how" Sam asked, questions come to his mind,

"I went to the base outside the city, she's working there and she looks like she's about pop. She lied and said she was five months along but her medical records say otherwise."

"So, I'm going to a father?" Sam said

"Yes, and soon." Bobby said, "You better decide what to do. Once that baby is born, some tabloid or other is going to put two and two together it's not going to pretty. It's a miracle for her that nothing had happened already."

Sam knew Bobby was right, any child of his would not be welcomed in the South. But, he thought, in the North things would be different. This baby deserved the best chance and he would make sure of that at all costs.

"I know what I have to do." Sam said,

"I know, but I can't help you."

"I know Bobby." Sam said,

"You know who you're going to have to go to right?" Bobby said.

"Yes, I know." Sam said calmly. "I'll meet with him immediately."

"Alright, well congratulations I guess." Bobby said. Sam gave a bitter laugh.

"Thank you sir." He hung up. He had to act now, so he began to walk. The stark cement walls, gave way to elaborate papering and plush carpets. He knocked on the door to the office and Sam knocked.

"Come in."

Sam entered the office of Dick Roman, President of the North. He was sitting behind his desk and stood as Sam walked in.

"Mr. Winchester." He said with a smile that Sam didn't trust. "What can I do for you?"

"I have to ask a favor." Sam said.

Dick smiled even wider, "Do tell."

"I just talked to Bobby Singer, he ran into Olivia O'Malley today." Sam said,

"Your Olivia O'Malley?" Dick asked his smile mocking.

"People seem to think that." Sam said, "She's pregnant, and it's mine."

Dick raised his eyebrows and then he gave a laugh,

"Sam Winchester, you dog. So you knocked the girl up, what do you want?"

"I don't want my child be raised in the South. I want to bring her North."

"And what? Have her give birth and then send her packing?"

"No, I want the baby to have a family. I can get Olivia to see, I just need a way to get her back quickly, before she can change her mind."

"Sam Winchester with a family huh, a half southern family." Dick's eyes gleamed, "We can work with that."

The way he looked made Sam feel uneasy.

"What do you mean sir?"

"Do you have any idea what this could do in the media? Sam, everyone loves a love story and this one! This one is a masterpiece! The Southern girl who betrays her country for the North! The most dangerous man in the North has a family! It's sympathy and betrayal that the South will not be able to survive! This is an embarrassment for them! Oh we are going to milk this!"

"I was hoping to keep this quiet sir." Sam said,

Dick gave a laugh and shook his head condescendingly at Sam.

"Oh Sam, Sam you don't get a choice in this. You are going to owe me because I am going to help you bring her here. As soon as she sets foot here, you are going to do as I say. Do we have a deal?" He said

Sam gritted his teeth, and shook his out stretched hand.

"Alright! Have Bobby Singer keep an eye on her and we'll have transportation ready."

And with that, the deal was made and Sam couldn't take it back. In just a few days, he would be completely under Dick Roman's thumb.

Olivia had rented a small yellow house near the ocean and had begun to make it her own. Dean had teased her and said she was nesting, and she was. She had set up a crib in her bedroom and a tiny nursery in the room next to it. Every single little decoration had been put lovingly in place but there was still so much more to do. She still had a month or so, so there was time.

The day had been grey and then the storm that had been threatening to break did and she could see the ocean being whipped into surfs of foam from the living room window. Inside however it was cozy and Olivia was beginning to doze on the couch, the TV going on in the background. She decided to get to bed and got up (slowly because her stomach felt like it was about half her body weight now) and turned it off. She was in the kitchen, finishing putting the dishes away, when she could have sworn she heard the screen door slam.

"Just the wind." Part of her said but the part of her that had for too long known that it could never just be the wind, had her reaching for the small drawer next to the sink. She grabbed her gun and slipped as quietly as she could down the hallway. If it was an intruder, heaven help them because she was pregnant and she was protective to the point of murder.

The hallway was empty and dark as she continued with her back against the wall, to the bottom of the staircase, fumbling for the light switch. The rain was pounding outside, making it hard to distinguish noises. Suddenly her hand brushed something wet and cold and she opened her mouth to scream, her gun coming up at the source of the wet. A shot went off but the gun was knocked from her hand and kicked down the hallway. Her arms went behind her back and when she tried to scream again, a hand was clapped over her mouth.

"Don't make another sound." Sam said into her ear.

She stiffened visibly at the sound of his voice. It was smooth in his anger.

"Are you going to scream again?" He asked. Olivia shook her head.

He let her go and Olivia stepped away and turned. His hair was plastered to his head and neck from the rain and his eyes were glued to her stomach. There wasn't any hiding it but Olivia wanted to put her hands over it, somehow shielding her baby from his view.

"How did you find me?" She asked,

"Little bird told me." He said dismissively, he clearly wasn't interested in answering her questions. He moved closer, his hand up and Olivia backed away again. He put the hand down,

"Go down the hallway, don't try and pick up the gun." He said, Olivia turned around and walked into the living room.

"Sit down." He said, and Olivia took a seat on the couch. Sam didn't sit down but stood in front of her. Olivia wasn't even sure if he had looked her in the face yet he was still looking at her stomach.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"First of all, how would I tell you and second, why would I tell you?" Olivia said

"It's mine." Sam said, "Don't try and lie to me, I've seen your medical file."

"How did you-" She tried to ask again but he cut her off.

"I get a call, eight months after you betray me and this is what I found out!" Sam said

"I did what I knew was right!" Olivia said, "and I am so glad that I did!"

"Oh you didn't want it being born in the North!" Sam shot back.

"Stop calling her it! She's a girl!" Olivia snapped.

That stopped Sam in his tracks. Seeing Olivia pregnant had been jarring reality check but now, he was having a daughter, it made his heart twist painfully.

"A girl?" He said, his voice hoarse

Olivia nodded, "Yeah, I found out a few months ago, I was keeping it a surprise from everyone and she's going to be my daughter and I love her!" Tears were coming to her eyes and she wiped them away angrily. Damn hormones. She ran her hand over her stomach almost unconsciously but Sam saw the protectiveness in her. And he also saw how he could use it to his advantage.

"How much longer do you have?" Sam asked

"About four more weeks." Olivia said,

Sam nodded, there wasn't an easy way to go about this. She was going to be stubborn no matter what he said,

"Do you want to know how I found out?" He asked,

He took her silence as a yes.

"The Southern Government is keeping an eye on you. They have ever since you came back, one of mine saw you and told me." Sam said, mixing lies in with the truth.

"They're watching me?" Olivia asked startled

"Yeah, what you think you were careful?" Sam asked laughing.

"Look outside, Liv. There's a black van parked down the street, that's Bobby Singer's finest right there."

Sam allowed Olivia to get up and followed her as she walked up to the front of the house. She pushed aside the curtain and he was right, just down the road, disguised by the darkness and the rain, was a black van.

"They know Liv." He said behind her. "They've probably guessed it's mine. Can you imagine what they would do a child of mine down here?"

Olivia dropped the curtain as if it burned her. She turned away and Sam led her back to the living room. She stayed quiet, trying to think of something that could get her out of this.

"I know what you're thinking." Sam said, "There isn't any other way, except my way." He smiled.

"Your way?" Olivia said, not trusting a word.

"I have a chopper waiting to take me back North." Sam said,

"No." Olivia said immediately

"Olivia-" Sam started but Olivia stopped him,

"No, this is my daughter, and I will be damned if she is raised in the North!"

"So you would rather she lives in the South, where everyone knows she is the daughter of Sam Winchester? Do you really think that will turn out well? You want a little girl to be hated from the moment she's born? To have her mother hated?" Sam made Olivia look at him, "Is that what you want?"

"Of course not!" Olivia said pushing his hand away.

"Well that's what you're going to get if you stay here." Sam said,

"I can manage!" Olivia said,

"You don't want to go North because you're worried about how she'll be raised." Sam said, "But there's more, you're scared to go back, it won't be like before."

"It's not that." Olivia said defensively.

"Then what is it?" Sam asked, he was searching her face. Then he started laughing.

"You're scared of living with me, of what could happen." He kept laughing, moving away from her.

"Olivia, do you really think I could want you after what you did to me?" His voice was chilling.

"As soon as you made that text and stepped away from me, you broke my trust." Sam said,

"Oh." Was all Olivia could manage to say.

"Oh is right." Sam said, "When you come North, you'll be a mother to my child and nothing more. I want her to have both parents and I know you won't give her up easily besides. So are you going to come?"

"Do I have a choice?" Olivia asked

Sam smiled again, "No, you really don't."

It was a very tense minute before Olivia nodded.

"Good," Sam said standing up, "I'll give you a few minutes to pack a bag."

Olivia stood too and he followed her up to her bedroom. She began to pack some clothes for her and then she came across a onsie that Dean and Elizabeth had gotten her, both of them looking very proud that they had found it, it had "Sweet Child O' Mine." stamped across the front and a sharp pang went through her realizing that Dean and Elizabeth were in all likelihood never going to meet their niece.

Sam looked over her shoulder and saw the onsie,

"Huh." He said smiling a little looking at it, "That's cute."

"Yeah." Olivia said putting in the bag with everything else. There were a few baby items she wanted to bring with her, that Sam said she couldn't but she drew the line at the pregnancy pillow.

"What is it?" Sam said looking at the huge pillow that took up the other half of her bed.

"It's the only thing that can get me sleep at night and it's coming with me." Olivia said holding it up, it was taller than she was.

"We'll get you another one."

"This one is perfect, it's got my dent." Olivia said rolling it up as best as she could.

"Please, I don't get to sleep much and I need this." She said and in the light Sam could see the bags under eyes that never really went away.

"Fine." He said shortly. He picked up her bag and Olivia shrugged her jacket on. Sam took his gun out and opened the front door. The rain had let up a little, which was good for flying but Sam knew it was only a matter for time before someone noticed the helicopter and realized it was not the coastguard.

"C'mon." He said leading Olivia to the car, he saw her eyes were glued to the black van down the street. Sam pulled the hood of his jacket up, to "hide" his face.

"We should hurry, once they realize you're not coming back, they'll be after us."

It was an uneventful drive to the check point. Sam's heart was pounding and he would not relax until he was back North. He kept looking back, with every flash of headlight behind him, he had the image of Dean in his head.

The helicopter began to start up as soon as their car appeared. With a flash of déjà vu he had Olivia out of the car, and hurried her to the helicopter.

It was only a few moments later that it began to life off the ground as Sam fitted a pair of headphones over Olivia and a pair over his.

"You feeling okay?" He asked,

Olivia rubbed her hands over her stomach and nodded.

"She's just moving a lot." Olivia said absently.

She said it so casually but Sam again felt like he had been punched in the gut. It was girl and she moved a lot, that was all he knew and he wanted to know more.

Olivia watched out the window as the south faded away, it would be a few hours before they landed in the North and it was astounding that something that could take so long to get to could be reached so easily by air. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach.

The helicopter ride was silent and uneventful. The hours ticked on and Olivia felt her eyes drooping. The sudden jolting as the helicopter began to land, jarred her out however and she peeked out the window, she could see a large collection of buildings, and off in the distance, bright lights that indicated a city.

The first thing Olivia noticed as the doors swung open, was the cold. Sam lifted her out and she wrapped her arms around her. The wind whipped around everyone, and the door on the roof opened. Inside it was much warmer. This part of the base was very utilitarian, but as the moved further into the center, it became plusher and more like an upscale office building. They finally reached a large mahogany door which Sam knocked on.

"Come in." A voice said and Sam nudged Olivia forward as he opened it.

The office inside was large and modern and sitting behind the desk was the most powerful man in the North. Dick Roman stood as they entered,

"Sir." Sam said saluting him, Olivia refused to move, hate filling her face. If Dick noticed he didn't acknowledge it as he stood.

"Sam, so good to see you got back safely." He said with a smile that was nowhere near his eyes. He walked forward toward the pair of them,

"Olivia O'Malley, I've heard so much about you." He said extending his hand. Olivia would have refused if she hadn't felt Sam's eyes burning into the back of her head.

"Likewise." Olivia said, her tone cold. She'd heard about this little dick alright.

"And look at you, look like you swallowed a blimp here, huh?" Dick said looking at her stomach.

His tone was mocking and Olivia opened her mouth to say something about how his name fitted him so well, when Sam intervened.

"It's been a long day, and Olivia is probably tired."

"Of course, I'll let you get to your rooms, but we do have a lot to discuss Sam now that Olivia is here."

Olivia looked at Sam but his expression was blank. What the hell did Dick mean?

The walk to the apartment was mercifully short, and Sam flicked the lights on.

The apartment was clean, everything in order, and had some nice decoration, but it felt as homie as a hotel room. There was no personal touch that could be Sam's.

"This way." Sam said, leading her down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door and opened it, inside was a large bed, with crisp blue bedding, a door that lead to a bathroom and large window seat that overlooked the ocean that was next to the compound. At lease something was familiar. However, she forgot everything as she saw in the corner of the room, a white crib and a dressing table. As Sam put her bags on the bed, she walked over and fingered the green bedding. It was a lot nicer than anything she could have afforded for her.

"You can add whatever you need," Sam said, "that just seemed like something you needed."

"Thank you." Olivia said, turning back to him. Sam nodded, he obviously looked like he hadn't expected her thanks. It was an awkward moment before he said, "I'll be down the hall, second door on the left." And then he was gone. And Olivia was now in the North.

Permanently.