Chapter 2:

Name Camael pronounced: {Caw-may-el}

Name Lailah pronounced: {Lie-la}

"Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of confidence, and the downward spiral begins." ~ Charles Stanley

[XBaby of IniquityX]

Bobby:

Bobby carries Camael out of his house and quickly buckles her up in the back seat. He then rounds the car and gets in behind the wheel, keeping his eyes on the front door of his house. It's not even ten minutes when a possessed woman comes rushing out of the house.

Bobby swings the Impala in reverse and backs off as quickly as Dean's baby will go. He turns the steering wheel and puts the Impala in drive speeding away from the chaos and turning out onto the road.

"Where are Dad and Daddy?" He hears Camael ask from the back.

"Don't worry kid; I'm sure they're fine," Bobby reassures though he's not so sure that is exactly true.

Camael then starts to bawl her eyes out again. "I want *hiccup* Daddy *hiccup* and Dad!"

Bobby sighs. "I know I'll find 'em."

Camael suddenly stops her crying. "You will?"

Bobby looks at the little preschooler in the rearview mirror. "Of course, you idjit."

Camael scowls. "You're an idjit," Camael mumbles under her breath and looks out the window.

Bobby chuckles at the little girl. The rest of the way to the cabin that Bobby owns is in silence, Camael looking out the window and Bobby watching the road.

Once at the Cabin Bobby helps Camael out of the Impala, although she insists she can do it on her own, and carries her inside. Camael keeps her head rested on Bobby's shoulder, trying to stay awake. "You tired kid?" Camael nods against his shoulder. "Okay, come on, let's get you to sleep."

Bobby places the girl on the couch and pulls a blanket over her. "Goodnight Grandpa Bobby, I love you." Camael tells Bobby sleepily.

"Night Kid." Bobby looks at her. "Love ya too." Bobby clears his throat then gets to work finding his idjit of boys.

[XBaby of IniquityX]

Dean:

When Dean wakes, the first thing he notices is that the room is dark with only a little moonlight shining through one window. He blinks a few times, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark, his head pounding. "Son of a bitch, how the hell did we get beat by demons?" Dean asks himself.

Then he hears a voice. "Because they had a little help."

Dean looks up from where he's tied, arms above his head needing blood. He sees a man dressed in a black suit, tie neatly tucked under the jacket. "Who are you?" He asks, confused but doesn't give the creature enough time to answer. "You're an angel aren't you?"

"That I am," he says as he approaches the oldest Winchester.

"Which one are you, douche, doucher, or douchiest?" Dean mocks.

"Name calling." The angel smirks and walks away from Dean. "How would you like it if I called you apocalypse bringer?"

Dean barely flinches and hopes the angel didn't see. "I would love it."

Seeming to have had enough of Dean's antics, he finally tells Dean his name. "My name is Lailah."

Dean chuckles. "You have a female name?"

Lailah narrows his eyes at the pitiful human. "I am the angel of conception, the angel of the night who watches over spirits from conception to birth."

"Then aren't I lucky," Dean jokes.

"I don't think you would be joking if you knew where your husband was," Lailah claims then snaps his fingers.

Castiel appears in the center of the room, hands and arms raised above him, tied to the ceiling just like Dean's. His trench coat is gone including his suit jacket, and undershirt. Even his tie is missing leaving Castiel bare chest with only his slacks on. He is also bleeding from his head, nose, mouth, and chest. His head is limp, hanging down so Dean can't see his closed eyes.

"C-Cas?" Dean calls out but there isn't an answer.

"He's kind of knocked out at the moment Dean," Lailah tells him with an evil smirk.

"You son of a bitch." Dean lunges forward but the rope keeps him in place. "Don't you hurt him."

"Oh I wasn't the one hurting him." Lailah walks over to the fallen angel. "The demons were." He grabs a fistful of hair and tilts Castiel's limp head back. "Tell me Dean," he snaps his fingers and Sam appears next to Castiel in the same position and unconscious, "who do you want me to hurt? Your beloved angel or," he grabs Sam's hair and yanks his head back causing Sam to wake up, "your precious brother?"

"Don't you hurt any of them you bastard," Dean yells.

Lailah makes three clicking sounds with his tongue. "Not an answer Dean." He pulls out his archangel sword and stabs it into Castiel's abdomen causing Castiel to scream with his real voice.

"No!" Dean screams, jerking forward.

"Don't worry," he pulls out a smaller regular knife, "it wasn't a lethal blow." Sam is struggling against the angel's hold but it's useless. Lailah drags the knife down Sam's bare chest. Sam bites his teeth together hard and tries not to scream.

Blood drops into Dean's right eye telling Dean that he, too, has a head wound. "Stop it please."

The angel looks at him. "Every time you don't decide who, they both get hurt."

Dean looks at Sam who is watching him and then to Castiel who is still unconscious. Damn it. "I don't know." Lailah smiles and brings up the knife to cut Sam again. "Wait!" He stops just as the knife touches skin. "Cas, I choose Cas." He feels like puking.

"As expected, your brother always comes first before others." He snaps his fingers and Sam appears next to him. "Enjoy the show."

A/N: "Lailah: Meaning: "Angel of conception". The angel of the night in Jewish lore. She has been placed in charge of conception and is appointed to guard over spirits at their birth. Another thought states that she fought for Abraham when he battled Kings. Angel of Conception. Sample affirmation: My body is strong, able, prepared and willing to give birth to a healthy and Loving child(ren). Prayer: 'Angel of Conception, I have waited so long to have a child of my own. I have cleared the way to call into my life a healthy and Loving child of my own. I promise that I will nurture, Love and protect this child, just as God nurtures, Loves and protects me. In advance, I AM forever grateful for having you assist me in this co-Creation with God. I understand that this is truly a Blessed event that will take place my Life and I will be the perfect mother for my child. Through Jesus Christ's Precious, Pure and Holy name I pray. – Amen'"