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Warning, this chapter is a lot less fluffy than most so far... there's violence and stuff...

It was less than a month from the due date, Rachel had been staying at Bobby's for much of the pregnancy, which both brothers knew that he would have complained about but secretly loved if he was still around. Dean had complained that it should be Gabe's job to deal with things, but as Castiel pointed out Gabriel was not the most reliable of angels, and they were the child's uncles, Castiel by blood and Dean by angel-marriage... or at least that was the gist of it. He still hoped his brother would come around once the child was born. Sam meanwhile was diving right into it, and insisting he wanted to be the godfather, even going to the maternity classes, he was doing really well with Rachel, if a little paranoid, but then you couldn't blame him for that, after what had happened to their mother.

Sam was out of town searching for a rare book and Dean had been roped into painting the spare room that was being converted into a nursery, grumbling the whole time, when it happened. Demons attacked. Thankfully Rachel had gotten to the panic room but Dean was grabbed by four demons as he ran towards her, strong ones at that. He thought to Cas and Gabriel quickly but as soon as they showed up there was a bright flash of light and they disappeared again, Dean was bodily turned to see Crowley with his hand pressed to an angel banishing rune.

"Hello Dean, it's been a while. A little birdie told me you have a baby nephilim on your hands, or nearly anyway." He commented, stepping away from the symbol and wiping his hand on a handkerchief. "I just had to come and see for myself, but it seems the expectant mother has gone and hidden herself away, why don't you help me convince her to come out."

"Never."

"Excellent. Come on out now Ducky, or I'll taking parts off Dean here." He called into the panic room.

"Don't do it, stay in there... ooof." Dean couldn't help the sound he made as two of the demons thumped him in the stomach, hard.

"Leave him alone." Rachel called from inside, and Dean mentally groaned, she should have stayed quiet, shouldn't have said anything, shouldn't have revealed weakness. Crowley took hold of Dean's hand, hacking off a finger, Dean bit his lip to keep from crying out, but his muffled groan still drew Rachel to the door of the room, opening it to peer out. "No... don't... Dean..."

"Just stay in... aahhh." Having been talking at the time Dean failed to clamp down on his cry as Crowley removed a second finger, kicking this one into the panic room so it bounced off Rachel's bare foot and made her cry out in shock and horror.

"I can do this all day Ducky. There's plenty of bits to take, but since fingers don't seem to be working for you." One of the demons punched Dean in the gut again, making him gasp and the other reached into his mouth, grasping his tongue with tongs and pulling it out forcibly. "And after this I'm thinking eyes." He commented idly. Dean wanted to tell Rachel that the banishing spell would wear off, that the angels would be back, with a vengeance, but he couldn't and as Crowley moved his knife about to take another piece of him off Rachel did the one thing she shouldn't have, she stepped out of the panic room."

"Stop." She said, tears in her eyes, darkness swirled forward to claim her and Dean couldn't do anything, but then as her eyes flicked black they widened and she pawed at her suddenly glowing stomach. Dean closed his eyes as a high pitched sound filled the space.

"Bugger." He could barely hear the word though he was pretty sure Crowley had shouted it, before the demons holding him disappeared and Dean fell to the floor, his hands over his ears, curling into himself for several long moments before the pressure stopped and he lowered trembling hands, blinking to clear his vision. As he tried to pull himself to his feet slipping slightly in his blood he heard the rustle of feathers that announced the arrival of two very pissed off angels and a loud crying, was that a baby?

"Dean!"

"Rachel!" Both shouted at the same time, Castiel pulling Dean upright properly as he pressed two fingers to his forehead to heal him, Gabriel dashing to Rachel, only to be shocked by the sight before him. Rachel's abdomen was a charred mess and in the middle of it a baby girl lay screaming her little head off.

"Please, don't cry honey, mummy loves you..." Rachel gasped one hand attempting to lift to try and comfort her, but unable to move from the floor properly.

"Gabriel... you're here... am I dead? But it hurts so much..."

"Shhhh now." He picked up the still glowing baby. "Castiel." The dark haired angel looked shocked as the suddenly clean and blanket wrapped baby was pushed into his arms but took her carefully before Gabriel pressed his fingers to Rachel's forehead, frowning as he struggled to heal her, it was no ordinary wound after all, but one caused by grace.

"You will have to amputate the damaged section of her soul or the body will not heal." Castiel said gravely, as the baby continued to cry in his arms. Gabriel merely nodded and soon Rachel was lying there, in one piece, without even the stretch marks she had gained during pregnancy. Dean was impressed, right up until the point where Rachel spoke.

"Who are you people? Why is there so much blood?"

"Sleep." Was Gabriel's response, as he made her do precisely that.

"You made her forget everything? I thought we agreed that messing with her memory wasn't fair on her." Dean demanded angrily as the baby continued to wail.

"Why does she continue to cry? She is unharmed and the danger to her has passed." Castiel peered at the wailing bundle with confusion.

"She's a baby, just rock her a little, say something comforting."

"I do not believe she understands English yet Dean." Castiel responded as he swung his arms from side to side experimentally, which only served to make the baby cry more.

"Just give her here." Dean sighed, claiming the baby from Castiel and carefully bouncing her in his arms soothingly. "Everything's okay, Uncle Dean is here and nobody's going to hurt you..." He murmured in a soft tone before starting to sing quietly, shooting a glare at Gabriel when he snickered but not stopping. "Hush little angel, don't you cry, Dean is gonna sing you a lullaby, and if that lullaby don't work, Dean'll stab Crowley the crossroads jerk."

"Dean I don't think that language is appropriate..." Castiel said disapprovingly, though not as much as he might have as the singing seemed to be working to quiet the baby, instead he cleared the blood up with a wave of his hand. "Dean... one of your fingers is missing."

"Crowley kicked it into the panic room." Dean said in the same sing song voice.

"No I cleansed that one from existence, it is the smallest one, it was removed from your hand but it wasn't part of the mess on the floor..."

"Odd." Dean commented before returning to his song. "And if that crossroads jerk won't die, Dean is going to buy you an apple pie..."

"I don't believe she will be ready for solids for some time." Castiel commented which only made Dean laugh, and then Gabriel, as Castiel stood there confused.