ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hey, everyone! Here's the new chapter! Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long.

I apologize if I may offend someone religious. I respect every religion, even if I'm not religious and don't agree with some of their beliefs. I just thought Sam had to retort for what had happened to him.

So, here it is! Enjoy!

The rush of water stopped with a tiny creak and Sam stepped out of the shower, picking up the towel from the counter. He gently dried his skin, his strokes turning even more loving as he reached his belly. The baby kicked at the gentleness, obviously happy with the attention. Sam laughed at that: she was certainly a Winchester. He sat down onto the toilet to dry his legs then pull his sweatpants up. His daughter kicked once more, protesting against being squished.

"I'm sorry, honey" Sam spoke up, caressing his belly soothingly. "But I had to do it. Next time your Daddy can help me, okay?" The answer was another kick to his palm.

Sam carefully stood up and put his T-shirt on. Even though he was alone, he already got used to changing in the bathroom, not that confident because of his weight-gain. Castiel was always telling him he was beautiful, but Sam just couldn't believe it. Cleaning down the mirror, he took a good look at himself. He felt amazement fill him every time he checked himself over in the mirror. He was completely awed how a tiny life can grow inside him, his own flesh and blood. He closed his eyes, forcing his tears back, not wanting to upset his baby girl with his raging hormones.

"How about we get some sleep, sweetie?" he spoke softly, stroking his belly as he walked out of the bathroom. He was just reaching the foot of his bed, when a particularly hard kick landed on his kidney, pushing a painful cry out of him. He hunched in on himself, rubbing the hurting area.

"Baby, don't hurt me, please!" Sam tried to sooth his daughter. "Everything's okay, honey, just calm down…" his words were cut off by another hard kick that sent a jolt of pain down his spine, his knees buckling from it. He sat down onto the bed, trying to breathe through the pain. He shushed his daughter, tears gathering in his eyes, not understanding what was wrong.

All of a sudden, dread flooded him, freezing the blood in his veins. He listened to the urge rearing its head in him to not turn his back towards the door. Keeping his eyes on it, he began scooting backwards on the bed, away from the entrance. When the mattress ran out from under him, he stumbled to his feet but continued backing away. Another painful kick made his steps falter, a frightened sob escaping his lungs. Something was wrong… Very, very wrong…

The next moment the door was blown off its hinges and upwards to the ceiling. After the meeting with the concrete, the broken wood crashed into the floor. Sam immediately saw the crack in the Devil's Trap on the ceiling then his eyes landed on the salt that scattered around the floor, the protection broken by the wind the explosion created. The crunching of footsteps on salt reached his ears and he quickly looked up.

A small petite form was standing in the kitchen area, her hands on her hips and a dark smirk on her lips. Dark brown irises stood out from pale features that were framed by long, wavy, dark brown locks. Sam immediately recognized the girl.

"Meg" he breathed in fear. He wasn't in any condition to fight the demon.

"Heya, Sammy" Meg spoke sweetly. "I missed you."

"What do you want?" Sam asked, praying for anyone to come to his help.

"Can't I come for a visit?" Meg complained with mock hurt. Sam wanted to retort, but his words were cut off by another strong kick to his kidney. Sam hunched in on himself from the pain, choking back the cry torn out of him. Before he could recover from the pain, he was pushed back with an unnatural force and pinned to the wall. He bit back a scream as pain stabbed into his back from the hit, fear growing in him for his baby. She was still kicking, though, letting him know to not worry about her being hurt.

Sam tried to break through the force, panting from the exertion, but his struggles just increased as Meg stalked closer to him. In her eyes were awe and hunger as she pinned her gaze to his belly. The baby must have felt the dark presence closing in on them, because her kicking became more vehement, causing Sam to wince.

"Oh, Sammy" Meg gushed as she reached him. "You're so big."

"Exorcizamus te…" Sam began the exorcism, but Meg was quicker: when she raised her hand, Sam choked on his words. His muscles tensed, when he couldn't get air in his lungs.

"Will you be a good boy?" Meg asked still sweetly. Sam nodded as much as he could from the invisible hold around his throat, but it was enough: with a deep breath the pressure vanished, leaving him coughing. "Now, let's see" Meg murmured, her gaze returning to Sam's belly. She carefully lifted the T-shirt up and laid her ice cold hands onto the warm skin, sending a disgusted shiver down Sam's spine.

"Leave us alone!" Sam spat out, but the demon ignored him.

"So strong." As Meg said that, a really hard kick landed on her palm and Sam felt such anger wash through him for a moment that left him panting and confused. What the hell was that? "Determined, stubborn" Meg continued, just grinning when another hard kick landed on her hand. Sam snarled at the demon, but the next moment the fury disappeared again. Sam didn't know what he was doing. It was like… he was channeling the baby? He thought it must be possible, since she was half-angel. However, this tired him out quickly, although he recovered from the exhaustion shortly.

"A perfect leader of Hell" Meg spoke again. Sam's breath stuck in his throat; what was she talking about? His baby the leader of Hell? That couldn't be… "Half-angel" Meg looked up at Sam with a satisfied grin, "half-demon."

Sam tried to swallow back a sob, but he wasn't that lucky. No, this can't happen! She couldn't be… He was hoping that the angelic half would cancel out Sam's tainted blood, at least the demonic part. He didn't want to curse his little girl with the same fate as his. He felt tears of grief slide down his cheek, inwardly apologizing constantly to his baby girl for condemning her soul to the same life as his…

"Hey!" a shout stabbed through the tension of the motel. When Meg turned around, she saw Dean charging at her, the demon-killing knife in his hand. In the last moment, her mouth snapped open and with a female scream the black smoke shot out of her body and flew out the door. When she disappeared, the force keeping Sam to the wall vanished, but the young man was so out of it with grief that he just tumbled into Dean's arms.

"Sammy?" Dean called out worriedly, his knees buckling under his brother's weight. He slowly lowered themselves to the ground and cradled the sobbing young man to his chest. "Shhhshhshh, Sammy, it's okay, she's gone now…"

"So sorry…" Sam sobbed out, not registering Dean's calming words. "So sorry, s-sweetie-e…" Dean was scared now. What could've happened that Sam was apologizing to his baby?

"Shhh, Sammy, shh, Cas will be here soon" he murmured, rocking his distressed sibling. "Everything's gonna be fine, you'll see… They just need to get the sigils off the wall…"

"Dean?" came Gabriel's voice. When Dean looked up, he saw Castiel rushing in and taking Sam from his arms. Dean gave his brother to the angel willingly, turning to Gabriel when he made sure Sam was in good hands. "What the heck happened?" the archangel asked as he looked around.

"Meg" Dean growled out as he stood up to assess the damage. With a snap of his fingers, Gabriel fixed the door, the Devil's Trap and the salt line. "Thanks!"

"Why is Sam so out of it?" Gabriel asked quietly, taking in the distraught Winchester in his brother's arms.

"It has to do something with the baby" Dean replied nervously. He didn't want anything to happen to his niece. He saw the same determination in Gabriel's eyes and was grateful for it.

"We need to find out before something unforgivable happens" Gabriel stated and walked to the pair on the floor. Dean followed him and they crouched down next to them. Castiel looked up at them, sending a pleading look to his brother, who laid a hand on the young angel's shoulder in comfort. "Sam, why don't you lie down for a bit?" Gabriel asked softly the younger Winchester. Sam didn't seem to hear him, still lost in his own mind. "Sam, you need to calm down" the archangel continued, his voice even softer, surprising Dean with it. "This is not good for your child."

For a minute there, it looked like Sam was still ignoring them, but then the harsh sobs were choked and swallowed down and Sam looked at the others from his angel's hold. Dean rubbed his back in comfort, when the young man let out a few hiccups, but at least he was settling down. His hand was rubbing his belly tenderly, while the other was clutching at Castiel's trenchcoat.

"Let's get you on your bed, kiddo" Gabriel spoke and between the three of them they escorted the tired young man onto his bed. Castiel climbed in next to his human, pulling him into his arms, Sam's back to his chest. His hands found their way onto Sam's belly, linking his fingers with Sam's when they met. Their daughter was kicking gently at their touch, almost like comforting her parents.

"What happened, Sammy?" Dean asked quietly, taking a seat next to his brother on the edge of the bed. He felt Gabriel's presence behind him, who was watching the young man intently.

"I was done with my sh-shower" Sam started, sniffling and his breaths hitching. The presence and protective hold of Castiel, though, helped him to remain calm. "I came out of the bathroom, and w-was getting ready for bed when she k-kicked me really hard…" A tear ran down his cheek and landed on the pillow. "It hurt… She got my kidney, I think… It's okay, sweetie" he looked down at his covered belly. Castiel felt the soft shifting and kicking of their baby girl like she was apologizing. "I know you didn't want to hurt me. I love you, honey…"

"After another strong kick" Sam continued, not seeing the soft smiles on the others' faces at his conversation with the baby. "I got scared… I just got th-this feeling and I was s-scared to turn away from the door… It blew off, messing up every protection we had: the salt and the Trap… It was Meg…" Sam began trembling as the demon's words stabbed into his heart again.

"What did she say?" Dean asked, stroking his brother's hair soothingly.

"She touched me…" Sam shivered again in disgust. "She said she will be a perfect leader of Hell… She said my baby girl was half angel and half… half… demon…" Sam sobbed out and turned away from the world and into his angel's arms. Castiel looked at the others in horror and met with angry emeralds and furious sapphires.

"What should we do?" he asked softly, as finally Sam cried himself into sleep.

"I'm gonna ask Dad" Gabriel answered. "I don't think Meg was telling the truth. Or she was too dumb to see it. Until then you two have to take care of Sam" he turned to his brother and 'brother-in-law'. "Even angel-induced pregnancies can end in miscarriage."

After receiving nods as answers, he disappeared with a flutter of wings. Dean looked at his friend questioningly and Castiel nodded, tightening his hold on Sam. Dean went to shower then as he settled into his own bed, he sent another worried look towards his brother. Soon the siblings were both deeply asleep, the angel watching over their dreams.

Sam was sitting on his bed, his back leaning against the headboard. He was stroking his belly in soothing circles, not just to calm his child but himself, too. He was tired and his eyes were stinging from crying so hard last night. He wanted to forget that it had never happened, but his mind was still reeling on the stuff Meg had said to him. About his innocent baby being the perfect leader of… Hell… Sam shuddered at the thought. And the fact that he had tainted a poor, innocent soul with his curse… The guilt was eating him away, as he caressed his belly lovingly.

He didn't mean to condemn his baby girl to the same fate as his was. He thought all this time, as the pregnancy developed, that maybe the poison in his veins had been cancelled by the angelic blood and DNA. Well, it seemed he had been wrong – again.

Speaking of angel, Castiel still hasn't returned. He'd been by Sam's side that morning, worried to death for the both of them. Sam had reassured him that he'd felt better than the previous night but he had let the angel pull him into his arms and comfort him some more. Their child had been silent at the time, not like now as she was kicking up a storm. She must have been sleeping.

Sam was on strict bed rest until the angel returned from Heaven. When Castiel had stood up to get some of the breakfast Dean had brought back just before Sam had woken up, Sam had felt the press of his bladder. However, when he'd begun getting onto his feet, he'd cried out in agony, as pain had exploded in his back, and collapsed back onto the bed. Castiel and Dean had rushed back into the room to look for danger then the angel hurried to Sam's side. The two had tried calling for Gabriel, none of them wanting to cause more harm to Sam or the baby, but the archangel hadn't answered. So, now Castiel was up in Heaven to search for his brother, while Dean was looking out for his own.

Suddenly, flutter of wings echoed in the motel room and Castiel appeared next to Sam with Gabriel on the other side of the bed.

"So" Gabriel spoke when Dean joined them sitting down onto the free bed. "Lil' bro here says that you're in pain. Is that right?"

"Yeah" Sam replied glumly, emotional exhaustion just pouring off of his posture. "In my back. I couldn't straighten out."

"Alright" Gabriel nodded. "I'll examine you. If it hurts even a little bit, let me know immediately! Don't try to hide it!" After another nod, Gabriel laid a hand onto Sam's belly, while the other slid onto the young man's back. A faint glow covered his hands that Sam guessed he could see because of the angelic mating.

"Well" Gabriel spoke after he finished "I have good news and slightly bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"The… bad news" Sam answered, one eyebrow lifted in confusion. He exchanged a brief look with Castiel, who looked just as puzzled as him.

"Your back is bruised" Gabriel stated, unable to keep the cheerful tone out of his voice. "I can heal it for you if you want, but you need to take it easy for the rest of the day, just to be sure."

"Thanks" Sam sent a tired smile to the archangel. "That's all?" he frowned in confusion. "What's the good news?"

"Baby Winchester is healthy and strong."

"We kind of guessed that already" Castiel commented in his bemused, gruff way. Sam, though, narrowed his eyes at the smirk on the archangel's face.

"Not good enough?" Gabriel chuckled at the glare the pregnant human threw his way. "Well then: your baby is a perfectly healthy child, half-angel" his smile grew wider, "half human."

Sam gasped, his eyes widening in hope. Castiel was stumped, as well. When tears of joy ran down Sam's cheeks, the angel pulled the young man into his arms tightly, pressing a firm, loving kiss onto his mate's lips. Dean smiled at the pair's happiness and noticed the genuine smile on Gabriel's face. He found it odd on the features of the Trickster.

"Does this mean…?" Sam choked out hopefully. "But how…?"

"The kids parents are an angel and a human" the archangel returned back to his snarky self. "You do the math."

"But Gabe…" this was the first time Sam called the archangel by a nickname, which came as a surprise not just to the addressed one, but to the others and even to Sam himself. "I-I have demon blood in me" Sam continued with a faint blush under his tired eyes. "Shouldn't she have gotten it from me or something?"

"She should have, if there was someone to give it to her" Gabriel answered, lifting an eyebrow suggestively. Dean straightened out instantly as the sentence left the angel's mouth. Sam was now gaping at Gabriel, too, stunned from this revelation.

"Are you saying…?"

"The demon blood was purged from your system the moment you two have mated." A new voice resounded in the room, coming from the end of the bed. All of them snapped their heads in that way.

Chuck was standing there, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, a big change from the worn clothes he'd had during the Apocalypse. He had a genuine smile on his face, which grew some when his gaze landed on Sam. This and the satisfied glint that flashed in the light brown eyes when they glanced at the young man's belly filled Sam with anger.

"Father" the two angels greeted the newcomer with respectful nods.

"I'm glad you are well, Sam" God spoke with a gentle smile after nodding to His sons in greeting.

"I'm sure you are" Sam sneered angrily, almost spitting out his hateful words. Dean swallowed nervously at his brother's disrespectful tone, fearing that God would be angry with them. However, He just looked back at Sam with mild confusion.

"Of course, I am…"

"Like hell you are!" Sam shouted cutting Him off. "You're just glad your grandchild is okay, not me!" The others watched the two warily, the harsh accusation hanging in the air, filling the silence with tension. Dean was shocked that Sam's words seemed to render God speechless. He sure hasn't thought that it was possible.

"Sam…" God started still taken aback, but the young man interrupted Him again.

"Don't try to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You did this to me!" Angry tears overflowed in the hazel green eyes. Even though his words were harsh, Sam had a protective hold on his belly. "You made Cas do what he did."

"I just wanted to make you happy…" God tried to explain, but once again he couldn't. Dean felt more fascinated and awkward from the argument between his little brother and God himself.

"We were happy!" Sam shouted furiously. If he hadn't been pregnant, he would've probably jumped onto God, beating Him up. "You had no right to interfere in our relationship! If you'd just waited a few more weeks, we could've gotten there in our own pace! That much time is like a second to you or even less! I could've lived without experiencing that!"

"I didn't know…"

"You think that bullshit will work on me?" Sam snarled even angrier than before, which discouraged the others to get between the two. "You're God, for… crying out loud!" A slight red tint appeared on Sam's cheek, when he paused. He wanted to say 'for Christ's sake', but found it inappropriate and kind of bizarre to say that to God. "You're supposed to know everything!"

The silence in the room cut into everything and every one. Dean and Gabriel shifted at the tension, avoiding looking at the fighting pair. Castiel had an arm around Sam's shoulders, but he was as stiff as a statue from nervousness. They all waited with baited breath for God's answer. The light brown eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, Sam" He spoke softly. "I never meant to hurt you."

"The only good thing from that whole situation is my child" Sam growled, his eyes drilling into Him menacingly, but his strokes on his belly were tender and loving. After a slight pause, Sam continued, but his tone was choked as he was fighting with his tears and emotions:

"I hope you're proud of your children. Now I certainly know from where we inherited selfishness."

The last sentence made God flinch, which increased Dean's shock. He just couldn't believe Sam's luck with God. Personally, he was still waiting for a white flash that meant that his brother was smitten for his insults. Sam pulled his gaze away from God and buried his face onto Castiel's shoulder. Soft sobs broke out of him, muffled by the trenchcoat, but everyone heard them clearly. God just stood in his place, watching the young man that had to suffer through so much. He lowered his head in shame for letting the world out of His control.

"I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me" He muttered dejectedly and vanished. Sam let out a muffled, wet snort. Who would've thought that God would ask for forgiveness from a simple human being? He felt Cas' arms wrap around him and a soothing kiss land on his locks. He felt Gabriel's power radiate through his back, probably healing the bruise in it. Soon he was laid down on his bed, still in Castiel's arms and he drifted away to sleep.

TBC

So, how was it? Hope you liked it!

There isn't much left of this story, probably one more chapter with the birth in it and an epilogue.

By the way, what would you say about some Dean/Gabriel in this story? I've been thinking about it for a while.

Alright, Read and Review! See you soon!