ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hello, everyone! We finally arrived to:

BABY TIME!

I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed, but this story is coming to an end, and it was only to show my style in a sex scene and MPreg. I'm very glad that it still got such a great welcome.

Have fun reading this chapter and hope you like it! Enjoy!

"No" Sam breathed, taking a step back, eyes wide from fear. His arms instantly wrapped around his belly, trying to protect his daughter.

"Yes" Meg said gleefully, stepping forward at the same time. Her eyes were trained on Sam's stomach, hunger glinting in them.

"No, you can't have her!" Sam shouted angrily, but his voice shook from fear. Where are the others? Where is Cas?

"Yes, I can" Meg replied calmly. "He'll be perfect in the lead of Hell's armies."

"No, she won't have any connection to you" Sam answered, angered by Meg's calm behavior.

"It's a boy, Sammy" Meg raised her voice. "A perfect, half-angel, half-demon boy."

"She's not half-demon, you stupid bitch!" Sam snarled furiously. All of a sudden, a hand seized his throat and Meg pulled his head down. He grabbed the thin wrist, but the hold on him was too strong.

"You're lying" Meg spoke quietly. "I saw him myself last time. He's half-demon, believe me." Sam's snort was choked, as Meg tightened her hold on his neck. "If you behave, I may not leave you here bleeding out like a sick dog, when I finally take him."

"Let him go!" came a deep voice from behind Meg. The demon turned away and her eyes flashed black at the sight of Castiel. With a smile she released Sam's neck, who staggered away taking deep breaths through his abused throat, one arm still around his belly.

"I don't know how you got in here, but you can't do anything" Meg said. Castiel disappeared, but Meg turned around to face him again. The angel was now right in front of her. He raised his hand and laid his palm on her forehead. When nothing happened, Meg smirked.

"See?" she said. "Your mojo's not working here. You shouldn't have come alone."

"Maybe" Castiel said, lowering his hand. Suddenly, Meg jerked with a gasp, yellow light flickering up inside her.

"But he didn't come alone" the cold voice of Dean Winchester floated into her ears like an icy wind. The knife in her back twisted then as her eyes rolled back into her head, it was yanked out of her. The body fell onto the floor with a thud.

Dean and Castiel gazed at the dead girl with hatred for the demon and pity for the innocent soul.

"Thanks" Dean said. Castiel nodded.

"Where's Gabriel?" the angel asked.

"Removing the rest of the sigils off the walls, I guess" Dean answered. Before they could continue, a pained cry echoed through the room.

Castiel was quick to catch Sam, who was hunched in on himself, almost falling forward from it. The young man grabbed his hand and gripped it so tightly that the angel thought it would break if he was human.

"Sammy, what is it?" Dean asked, kneeling down to his little brother.

"Hurts… 'S time…" Sam grunted, hugging his rock hard belly. The others waited for the contraction to pass, before escorting Sam carefully onto the bed. Castiel carefully pulled the T-shirt off his human and gently leaned him against the headboard. Sitting down beside Sam, he resumed his hold on the young man's hand, who gripped it tightly as another contraction rippled through his body. When the pain reached its tip, Sam couldn't help but cry out again, tensing up so hard he was shaking from it.

"Sam, try to breathe through it!" came Gabriel's voice from the other side of the bed. "You want me to do it with you?" Sam nodded hastily, grabbing the archangel's hand with his free one. He glanced at Dean, who was sitting on the end of the bed, one hand lying comfortingly on one of his ankles. As another contraction came, Sam tried to copy Gabriel's breathing, but a whimper escaped him, hitching his breath.

"Dad will be here soon to take her out, okay?" Gabriel assured Sam in a calm, but firm tone. Sam nodded, panting from exhaustion and relief, before another contraction tore through his body so unexpectedly that he cried out again. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to breathe like Gabriel showed him, but the pain took his breath away.

"Where is he?" he shouted, a sudden anger filling him when he didn't see God next to him as he opened his eyes.

"Soon, kiddo, soon" Gabriel comforted him. Castiel squeezed himself behind Sam, letting him to use his shoulder as a pillow. Sam nuzzled the angel's neck gratefully, but the next pain had him cry out and arch his back, his toes curling up from it. He was breathing through gritting teeth now, tears of pain running down the side of his face, sweat gluing his hair on his forehead and cheeks. When the pain subsided, he finally saw the familiar figure and could've cried from joy.

"It's alright, Sam" God spoke as He hurried to Sam's side, relieving Gabriel from his place. "You're almost there."

"Sorry" Sam grunted out, gripping God's hand tightly. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be!" God stroked Sam's cheek lovingly. "It should be me who's saying sorry. You had every right to be angry." Sam sobbed in relief as he saw the tender smile on God's face. "A big one's coming, brace yourself!" God said serenely and soon enough Sam threw his head back with a scream. As the contraction ended, Sam cried out again, but it was more from surprise than pain.

"What is it?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Moved… Moved down…" Sam gasped out fearfully. God stood up and placed his hands on Sam's stomach.

"Alright" he spoke quickly. "With the next one, I'm going to take her out. I need you to push as hard as you can." Sam nodded and braced himself for the next contraction. As it rippled through his body, a white light emanated from God's hands and engulfed his stomach. Feeling something dig into his skin, he began pushing with all his might, bearing down hard with Castiel propping him up. After a second, he felt a strong pull as God slowly withdrew his hands from his stomach. As the white light slowly subsided, Sam fell back into Castiel's arms with a huge sigh.

A shrill, high-pitched cry filled the motel room. Sam opened his eyes groggily and watched as God approached him with a tiny bundle of a pure white, fluffy towel. When the warm, wriggling body was placed in his arms, he pulled the towel away from the little face with a shaking hand. His eyes widened in awe and adoration.

"It's a girl" God stated with a gentle smile, squeezing Sam's shoulder proudly.

Sam gazed at the little baby in his arms. Even though his stomach was big by the end of the pregnancy, she was so tiny in his arms that he thought he would break her. He barely registered the small kiss Castiel pressed onto his temple, as he took in the small features. Under a mop of chestnut-brown locks a serene little face greeted his gaze. He could already make out the almond-shape of his eyes on her that were closed right now, the straight nose of Castiel's vessel, Jimmy, and the thin lips of Sam.

"She's beautiful" Sam choked out, pressing a soft kiss onto the tiny forehead. The feathery touch seemed to wake the baby, because she began wriggling a bit and with a whimper she opened her eyes: bright sky-blue seas lit up the room. When she saw her parents, she cried out happily, showing toothless gums and small adorable dimples. Tears finally broke free from Sam's eyes and he caressed the baby's cheek with the tip of his index finger. As he pulled it away, one small arm broke free of the towel and reached for his hand, catching Sam's pinkie. A moment later the other arm shot out and another five little fingers wrapped themselves around Sam's, holding on tightly. All this time, she was gazing intently into Sam's hazel-green irises.

"I'm so proud of you, Sam" he heard Castiel's whisper in his ear and turned his head towards the angel in time to receive a gentle kiss.

"You did well, Sam" God spoke as the pair broke away. "You're going to be great parents."

"Congrats, little bro'" Dean added quietly. Sam smiled at his brother gratefully. As he returned his gaze onto his daughter, he met with the cutest scene in the world: the baby was sucking on the tip of his pinkie, bright blue eyes blinking sleepily up at him. Sam's head lolled back onto Cas' shoulder and his eyes closed against his will. He felt someone lift the baby from his arms then he was pulled down into darkness.

He woke up to bright sunlight shining in through the window. His body was a little sore from the memory of the contractions and the nine weeks of carrying a baby in his stomach. He already missed the feeling, even though he was fed up with the pregnancy in the end. As he opened his eyes, he met with the ceiling above him: he was lying on his back, covered thoroughly in a blanket. He was wearing a soft shirt and a fresh pair of boxers. He felt really comfy, but the urge to see his daughter was stronger.

As he pushed himself up, he winced at the small twinge of pain in his stomach. Lifting his shirt up, he found a thin white scar across his abdomen like the one women get from a C-section. His stomach was back to the six-pack, all extra weight gone probably by God. Letting the shirt drop, he looked around the room he was in.

Expecting a motel room, he was fairly surprised by the huge bedroom he found himself in. He was sitting on a big, four-poster king bed, the covers like silk against his skin. A huge French window displayed a big backyard, green grass showing that it was well-maintained. The inside of the room was beautifully decorated, the walls, the drapes and the carpet cream-colored, with gorgeous oak furniture inside.

His awed observation of the room was interrupted by a sharp cry. He whipped his head towards the sound and found a beautifully carved, wooden crib next to the bed. Sam carefully got up and approached the crib. There she was: his tiny daughter looking up at him with wide, bright blue eyes glinting with happiness. Sam smiled at his baby, leaning down to caress the soft hair on the top of the baby's head. When she cried out happily, Sam reached in carefully and lifted her up into his arms.

"Hey there, sweetie" he cooed, completely melted by the sight of his beautiful daughter. The baby cried out happily at Sam's voice, recognizing it from anywhere immediately. Sam pressed a soft kiss onto the baby's head and his gaze roamed over the tiny form, taking in every little detail. He caressed the small fingers, before they curled around his pinkie again. He brushed his thumb lightly over the dimple that appeared when the baby cried out happily. She was wearing a pale pink baby-grow.

Sam lightly stroked the little girl's feet and got fiercely kicked for his efforts, followed by a shrill cry of happiness.

"Are you ticklish?" Sam cooed with a chuckle, pressing another kiss onto the baby's head. She just looked up at him with wide blue eyes. "Did you see your Daddy, sweetie?"

"He's right here" came a deep voice from the doorway. Sam turned around, mindful of the precious little life in his arms. Castiel was leaning against the doorframe, watching the two with a smile. Sam was surprised to see the angel in jeans and a shirt, although the ever-present trenchcoat was not missing.

"Hey, Cas" Sam smiled at the angel brightly, showing whom their baby girl inherited her dimples from. "Where are we?"

"My Father brought us here after you fell asleep" Castiel explained as he stepped into the room and walked to his family. "It was a farm house in the middle of a clearing. A forest is surrounding us. He said we could live here until you recover and we find our own place."

"What about Dean and Gabe?"

"They're in the other end of the house. They are currently… occupied." Sam laughed softly at the blush creeping into Cas' cheeks. The angel smiled down at their daughter and stroked the baby's cheek with the back of a finger. The baby caught it quickly and pulled the tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently. "I think she's hungry" Castiel remarked thoughtfully.

"Do I have to…?" Sam started, but he was interrupted with a kiss and a chuckle.

"No, you don't" the angel answered, knowing well what Sam wanted to ask. "I'll get her a bottle." With that he walked out of the room. Sam smiled after him then slowly lowered himself onto the bed, scooting up to the headboard. The baby's thin lips puckered up slightly and she whimpered a bit.

"Shhh, Daddy's coming" he whispered, rocking her gently. "We're gonna fill your tummy nice and full, sweetie."

Just as he said it, Castiel returned with a bottle, giving it to Sam before joining his family on the bed. As soon as Sam held the bottle to her lips, she latched onto it and started suckling hungrily. The young parents watched their baby with adoration and joy clearly written all over their faces. The time strolled by them unseeingly, their concentration only on the little miracle suckling away contentedly.

When the bottle was emptied, Sam gave it to Castiel. He became worried when his little girl whimpered, bright blue eyes tearing up.

"You need to burp her" came Castiel's hesitant voice. Sam carefully lifted the baby to his shoulder, crooning to her gently and rubbing her back. Soon a fairly moderate burp broke out of the baby and she settled down. "Sleep well, my darling" Castiel whispered, seeing the slowly closing eyelids. When the baby fell asleep, Sam lowered her back to his chest, just holding the warm body close.

"We should name her" he spoke softly. They spent the next minutes silently contemplating on a name that suited the little girl.

"What do you think of Eleanor?" Castiel suggested. "It means 'ray of sun'."

"I like it" Sam agreed with a smile. He looked down at his daughter.

"Welcome, Eleanor Mary Winchester."

TBC

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Next chapter is the epilogue. Hope you like the baby's name! I knew it ever since I pictured her.

See you in the last chapter then!