A/N: I apologize for how long it has taken me to update. I'd like to say as it is summer here it was a vacation thing, but unfortunately we lost a friend + have been spending a lot of time with another friend who is losing the battle to cancer.

Thank you for your understanding + patience :]

The following months were filled with both excitement and trepidation. Once the girls got the good news they planned a baby shower, no frills forgotten. Sam having made himself a semi-permanent houseguest, found himself overwhelmed with all the congratulations he could handle. While everyone around us was in a happy frenzy for the impending day I kept on my happy face. Behind closed doors was a completely different story. It wasn't about not being excited to meet my little one, but more about the worry and stress of a possible demon attack. That part Sam knew about, what he didn't know was how losing Kat had heightened my fears something would happen to this baby.

Samantha Jo made her arrival into the big unknown in the wee hours of the morning after a very tiring delivery. I rested off and on throughout the day, and at Sam's insistence the nurses agreed to let me keep my daughter in my room. After her one am feeding she promptly fell right back to sleep in my arms. I glanced at Sam who was also asleep in the chair at my bedside and put on my robe, carefully tucking it under my arm in which little Sammy slept. Quietly shutting the door behind me I made my way to the hospital chapel, taking a seat near the front. At this hour the chapel was empty except for the two of us. It must have been all the hormones making me all emotional. I thought it was more from recalling the events of the last day I'd spoken to Castiel. The day I'd chosen myself and this little girl over any man, though it was clear both guys thought I had chosen the other...

"Cas...are you there?" I whispered into the darkened chapel hoping to summon him from whatever corner of the world or heavens he happened to be in now.

Apart from all the nurses and doctors Sam had been the only other person to see Samantha. By the time she'd made her appearance visiting hours were over and Sam had agreed to hold off on calling everyone and unleashing the flood of visitors until the morning.

"She's beautiful." Castiel said appearing out of thin air at our side.

Turning I smiled at him in thanks, my heart hammering away as it always did when he was near. Only this time it was more the things he didn't know.

"Would you like to hold her?"

"I don't know, I wouldn't know how..."

His awkwardness right now I simply found endearing. Helping him get his arms in the right position I passed Samantha over, grateful she was still sleeping.

"You're a natural." My voice cracked as emotion overcame me at the sight of them.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, you know just the usual emotional rollercoaster for having a baby."

I didn't have to worry if he bought that line or not, although it wasn't exactly a lie, his attention was solely on the little bundle in his arms. For nearly an hour we sat quietly side by side.

"Is Dean here?"

"No. He doesn't know yet, we're waiting until morning to tell everyone."

"And Sam?"

"He's upstairs in the room."

He nodded letting out a pained sigh. Samantha yawned and rubbed at her eyes before opening them and staring directly at Cas's face. I was thankful that the darkness shadowed her face just enough...

"He moved into the house actually."

In the shadows I could just make out the disapproval that flashed across his face.

"He did it for her Cas. There's something you don't know, but I need you to promise you won't say anything to anyone."

He looked at me curiously a moment considering. "Okay, I promise."

"At the cemetery... after Lucifer had killed you and Bobby, he tried killing me. Sam said he couldn't because of her."

"Does that mean..."

"We don't know what it means, but that's why Sam moved in. He expected the news to travel fast once Lucifer was back in his cage and demons or angels to pay a not so friendly visit."

He seemed to mull that over, but if he came to any conclusion he didn't say.

"He's coming." He said quickly placing Samantha back in my arms. Before I could ask who the chapel door shut with a dim thud. Sam made his way down the aisle obviously upset. I looked back to where Cas had been sitting to find him already gone.

"You shouldn't have left without letting me know where you were going. I've been looking for you for hours now."

"Sorry. We're fine though."

He waited for me to say more, but without knowing exactly how far Castiel had gone I didn't want to say too much. By the time we made it back to my room I decided it was best to not say anything at all.

Kicking his feet up on the windowsill Sam relaxed back into his chair, little Sammy curled up on his chest on the verge of sleep. Rolling over onto my back I stared at the ceiling tiles thinking.

If neither good or evil had come to kill Sammy before she was born what options did that leave?

Apart from that she may mean more to either side alive...

The only way anyone was getting their hands on Sammy was over my dead body.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"If something happens to me I want you to take care of her for me, would you do that?"

"Of course, but nothings going to happen to you."

"You don't know that Sam. Maybe they want her alive, that means now we should be worried."

"I already thought about that too. When I was looking for you I called Bobby, he agreed to stay for as long as he's needed, and he's letting Dean know too."

"No. I can't let you all put your lives at risk for us."

"It's already a done deal. Besides if it weren't for us you wouldn't even be on their radar."

He may have been at least partly right, but it still didn't set well with me. If they really wanted her I was pretty certain a whole army couldn't stop them. They wouldn't stop until they got what they came for, even if that meant all of us died. Maybe we were both overreacting, but I didn't think ol' Luci was going to keep his pie hole shut. Especially if he had something to gain or lose, depending on what he planned on doing with her. Just thinking about it sickened me. Either way it couldn't end well, Lucifer and his demon army would bend and break her until she was as evil as he wanted. The angels... I could only imagine she'd be used as a weapon against the opposing team. Maybe some wouldn't see that as such a bad thing. To me all I saw was my little girl, who should be allowed to grow up in a normal little girls world. I was going to do everything I could to make sure that's exactly what she got.