A/N: This chapter is Rated M for mushy. If you're emotional like me you may need tissues on stand by lol.

March 10, 2032

Weeks After Conception: 28 (About 7 months)

Emily's sleep was interrupted the next morning by the sunlight shining through the bedroom window. She looked down at Castiel and grinned. He was still asleep, so close to her she could feel his breath on her shoulder, and his hand rested on her stomach.

Emily placed her left hand right beside his hand and winced a little when their baby gave her a swift hard kick.

"You're so strong for a little girl," Emily cooed.

Castiel stirred from unconsciousness and smiled at her. "Did she wake you?"

Emily shook her head. "The sun did."

Castiel sat up in bed and pulled Emily close so that she was leaning against him.

"I've been thinking of a name for her," announced Emily.

"What have you come up with?" Castiel asked curiously.

"Saisha," Emily sung out at a whisper. "It means…"

"Meaningful life," finished Castiel. "Or truth of life."

"You've heard of it before."

Castiel nodded.

"So do you like it?" inquired Emily.

Castiel nodded again. "Yes, it's a rare and beautiful name."

Emily smiled and rubbed her belly. "Saisha it is then."

Castiel lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Well I guess this is good-bye," Dean said after slamming the Impala trunk shut and turning to Emily and Castiel.

"For now," Emily corrected him. "I expect you and Sam to be at our wedding."

"We'll be there," promised Sam.

Dean dug some keys out of his pocket and passed them to Castiel.

Castiel frowned with confusion. "What's this?"

"All the keys to the house," answered Dean. "We don't really come by anymore so we decided that you can have it."

Castiel shook his head and handed him back all the keys except for one that opened the front door.

"After Saisha's born we'll be moving out," Castiel told him. "This place is yours, not ours. Bobby would want you to keep it."

Dean fingered the keys in his palm before looking Castiel in the eye. "Thanks Cas."

Castiel smiled a little.

"We'll see you later then." Dean waved.

Emily wasn't satisfied with that. She walked over to him and hugged him. "I'll miss you."

"Er, yeah, me too," said Dean as he gave her back a single pat.

Emily then turned from him to embrace Sam. "You too."

"Take care," Sam returned.

When Emily backed away from them Castiel stepped forward and shook hands with the Winchesters. Dean added a fond slap to his shoulder.

Emily felt tears sting her eyes. Watching the men say good-bye made a lump rise in her throat.

They'd spent so much time together in the last seven months she really was going to miss Dean and Sam being around. They were so much fun.

And she was emotional too because of everything Castiel had told her over the months about his time as an angel during the Apocalypse. The Winchesters and Castiel had all been through so much together, had spent so long apart.

She shook her head.

Emily felt Castiel's arms wrap around her waist and she snuggled close to him as they watched Sam and Dean lower themselves into the Impala and drive away.

"I don't understand why you're crying," Castiel frowned. "They're not gone for good."

"I know," Emily sniffed.

"You sure you want to head out today?" questioned Castiel. "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"I need to see her. I need to explain everything myself."

Castiel understood. He felt the same about his family.

He led Emily to his car and they hopped inside.

The trip to Texas on bus was a long and tiring trek. Emily had been nervous the whole time.

As she approached Beth's front door Emily's mind filled with questions. What would her sister say? Would she accept her or would she send her straight to a therapist? Would she yell for making her worry?

Emily still remembered the last time they'd seen each other clearly.

"You're crazy!" shouted Beth. "Listen to me Em. Mitch was not murdered by some shapeshifter. His murderer was lying. He's not innocent."

"Beth, please," Emily begged. "I saw, I saw the two of them facing off. I saw how scared he looked and his double smirked. Beth, he saved me from him."

Beth closed her eyes. "Emily, it was just your mind playing tricks on you. If you except what Derrick did to you and Mitch you'll remember."

"No," Emily had refused.

She'd done her research and knew where to start looking for the creature. She'd wanted Beth to come with her.

But if Beth didn't believe her she was going to do it on her own.

"I'm leaving."

And with that Emily had shut the door on Beth's protests.

Even after killing the shapeshifter she hadn't gone back home.

Emily took a deep breath and knocked on the solid oak door before her and waited.

When the door swung open she held her breath as Beth starred at her in disbelief.

"Oh thank God you're alive!" exclaimed Beth.

She took her little sister in her arms and cried. "I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry," Emily apologized.

Beth brushed her red highlighted brown hair behind her ear and studied Emily. She gasped when she took in the sight of her distended stomach.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes," replied Emily, before sucking in a deep breath. "Beth you have to believe me. I've been hunting this whole time. Everything's real, I'm not crazy."

Beth bit her lip. "I know."

"What?" Emily was shocked at her quick acceptance.

"About ten months ago a man attacked me," Beth began to explain. "He had these white eyes. He scared me Em. He told me if I didn't tell him where you were he'd kill me. He kept saying he wouldn't let you trap his kind, demons, in Hell."

"Jud," gapped Emily. "How did you escape?"

"I told him even if I knew I wouldn't tell him, and then I threw holy water at him." Beth gave a half-hearted laugh. "It actually worked on him, he took off, or I should say disappeared."

Emily sighed. "I wish you didn't have to go through that."

Beth shook her head. "I needed it Emily. It made me realize I should have believed you. It just seemed too crazy. I thought Mitch's death made you crazy sis."

Emily enfolded Beth again. "I forgive you."

When they parted once more Beth ushered her inside.

Emily sat on the couch and Beth joined her.

"Now, I wanna know how that happened," Beth said, pointing to Emily's belly.

Emily blushed. "Castiel."

"Cas-tiel?"

"He's a hunter too," Emily told her. "He saved me from being killed by the demon who threatened you, and his followers. He used to be…" she trailed off.

"What?" inquired Beth.

Emily laughed. "You'll never believe me."

"I'm an open book now so tell me," pleaded Beth. "My curiosity is burning."

Emily cocked an eyebrow at her before saying the words "He used to be an angel."

Beth's eyes went wide. "No friggin way!"

Castiel had taken a plane to get back to Pontiac and from there had hitch-hiked the rest of the way home.

The first person he saw when he arrived was his sister Holly. She was sitting on the front porch, reading an old romance novel.

Castiel was amazed by how much three years had changed his little sister. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was fifteen, a teenager. The same age he'd been when Sam and Dean had re-entered his life to save him from his past, or so he'd thought until Saisha's destiny was revealed.

As Castiel ambled up the drive-way Holly heard his footsteps and her head shot up. When she spotted him her eyes widened.

"Cas!"

Holly dashed over to him and hurdled herself into her brother's awaiting arms, sobbing.

"You're here, you're home," she whispered.

"Yes," Castiel said.

He saw his parents step out of the house, and his mother cover her mouth with her hands.

Holly glanced in the direction Castiel was gazing, and let go of him so he could meet Sally and Carl half-way in the drive.

He hugged them both then sighed. "I know I have a lot of explaining to do."

Carl nodded in agreement, but Sally shook her head as she laid one hand on Castiel's cheek. "It can wait. I'm just glad you came back."

"Of course I did," murmured Castiel. "I'm done running."