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The next few months were awkward for the tiny, dysfunctional Winchester family. The air had never officially been cleared between Bridget and Sam, so their interactions with each other were always filled with tension. Sam was frustrated with Dean, who had allowed Bridget to drop out of high school and start an online schooling program instead. Dean, in return, was irritated with his younger brother because he had tried to talk Bridget out of her plans. He had really tried. Bridget had just inherited the Winchester stubbornness and refused to go down with a fight. Like any Winchester, she had come out victorious. Dean was sure to be annoyed with his daughter or to admire her Winchester traits.

However, to Sam's surprise, Bridget was actually doing fairly well with her online schooling. She had turned in all assignments on time and seemed to be enjoying her classes. Her decision, in the end, seemed to have been the best decision as she could stay at home and relax while doing schoolwork compared to being at school under the watchful (and often disdainful) eyes of teachers and classmates.

Before Bridget knew it, she was two weeks away from her due date. Surprisingly, the pregnancy had gone smoothly, according to her doctor and the people at Planned Parenthood. The morning sickness had been minimal and the cravings had been ridiculous at times. Dean still couldn't believe that Bridget had demanded Nutella and pickles as a midnight snack one night. That was almost as disgusting as seeing her spread peanut butter on the bun of her double bacon cheeseburger with fried onions. The aches and pains and the increased trips to the bathroom Bridget suffered were completely normal according to the Internet and her doctor.

Now all that was left was actually giving birth. To be honest, Bridget wasn't looking forward to the idea of going through labor, given everything that she had heard and seen in films.

Bridget had decided to leave the gender of the baby a surprise, so any baby shopping her and her father had done (usually at garage sales) were a mixture of pinks and blues. Bridget honestly didn't care if the clothes her child was wearing corresponded to the gender stereotype. It was a ridiculous concept to her. Clothes were clothes and children could wear any colors they wanted.

It seemed like a normal day. Bridget was working on a science assignment and her father was taking a nap before he left for his second job. Neither of them was expecting a visitor but when Bridget heard a knock on the door, she assumed that it was one of those door-to-door salesmen. With some difficulty, she got to her feet and headed for the door to reveal a woman.

The woman looked slightly surprised to see her.

"Now who are you?" she asked Bridget. "I wasn't told about a girl, let alone a pregnant one. Are you related to Winchester?"

Bridget's arms curled around her stomach as a feeling of apprehension came over her.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" she asked, preparing to slam the door shut. The woman took a close glance at the sixteen-year-old girl.

"Definitely Winchester eyes," she muttered before answering Bridget's question. "I'm an old friend of your father." As the woman's eyes became completely black, Bridget let out a startled scream and attempted to close the door. Before she could completely close it, though, she was flying backwards through the air.

Dean jolted awake at the sound of a scream and a loud crash. Before he was even on his feet, he was reaching under his pillow and pulling out Ruby's old knife. If there was trouble, he was automatically going to assume a demon was behind it.

"Bridget!" he called out as he carefully stepped through the house. As he stepped into the front room, he was even more on alert as he saw Bridget struggling to get up. She had been thrown all the way across the room.

"Hello Dean," a feminine voice said from the doorway. "So nice to see you again. I've already met…Bridget was it?"

Bridget turned her head to look at her father but as she finally made it to her feet, she found herself flying through the air once again. As she hit the wall and slumped to the floor, she curled around her large stomach, trying to protect her unborn child.

"Sorry, I don't remember you," Dean informed the demon, changing his grip on the knife so he could attack with it.

"We have some old business to settle," the demon said. "Of course now that I've met Bridget here, I think I'll settle for killing her instead of you. You'll suffer more that way."

Dean gritted his teeth at the threat and purposefully stepped between his daughter and the demon.

"Over my dead body," he growled and lunged for the demon. There was a Devil's Trap on the ceiling of the kitchen, just a few yards away. If Dean could back the demon into there, it would be an easy exorcism or kill. Judging by the way the demon had threatened Bridget, it would most likely be a kill.

Obviously this demon wasn't one of the brighter ones. It was all too easy to force the demon into the Devil's Trap. Once Dean started to attack with the knife, the demon was more preoccupied with defending itself than to pay attention to where it was going.

If Dean hadn't been so angered that his baby girl had been threatened, he may have even been amused at the demon's expression when it realized it was stuck in a Devil's Trap.

In a brief moment of mercy, Dean began to recite an exorcism.

"Exorcizamus te omnis immundus spiritus

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio

Infernalis adversarii omnis legio

Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica

Ergo draco maledicte

Et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te…"

It was almost a testimony to Dean's previous life as a hunter how he could recite the words from memory. As he continued to recite the exorcism, he ignored the demon's murderous screeches of rage. Within minutes, he was finishing.

"Cessa decipere humanas creaturas

Eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare

Ut ecclesian uam secura tibi facias libertate servire

Te rogamus, audi nos."

"Daddy?" Upon finishing the exorcism, Dean was finally able to hear his daughter's pleading tone. She was still curled up on the floor but the area around her was damp.

"You okay?" Dean asked, leaning to check on her. Bridget shook her head and winced in pain as what seemed to be a contraction overcame her.

"I think my water just broke," she told her father.