Chapter 13

Sam couldn't stand any longer and he sat down heavily in the chair behind him. Dean turned to look out the window.

Chuck went over to him and crouched on the floor in front of Sam. "Jess conceived in early August right after she came back to Stanford from visiting her family."

With a low voice, Sam responded, "It was her parent's wedding anniversary."

Chuck nodded. In an earnest voice he continued, "The baby would have been born on May 2nd; your birthday. Jess was killed on what was the anniversary of your mother's death; on what would have been the baby's sixthmonth birthday. We knew Azazel would not have been able to resist!"

Barely able to get the words out, Sam whispered, "You killed our child?"

"No, Sam," Chuck shook his head and answered mournfully, "we made is so that she was never pregnant to begin with."

"I'm gonna be sick!" Sam got up quickly and ran for the downstairs bathroom. Dean followed behind. He stopped and turned to Chuck. "Did he need to know that?"

"Yes, and there's more, but I don't think he's ready for the rest."

"Oh, ya think?" Dean barked angrily before he turned and walked out.

Chuck turned to Castiel. "Go. I think he needs you as well." Then he turned to Bobby and Lily. "He did need to know that. When he's ready, I'll tell him the rest. He'll understand a little better."

Lily stood up again and approached Chuck. "Are you leaving?"

"Sam doesn't want to see me just now, so I'll go. I'll be back sometime, though. There's more to say."

"Wait a minute. What do we call you? Can we contact you?" Lily asked.

Chuck put his hand on her face. "Continue to call me Chuck. Just pray, like the angels, I'll hear you. Lily, you've found out a lot of stuff today. It has to be overwhelming. You need to rest."

"Wait, wait! My baby, what's her name?" Lily asked suddenly.

Chuck smiled. "Well, that's up to you and Bobby, but I think you already know it." He was gone.

Lily turned to Bobby. "What was your mother's name?"

"Emily."

Lily nodded slowly, her expression one of tired acceptance. Nothing surprised her anymore. "My mom's name was Claire. When I was pregnant fourteen years ago with Sam and then Dean, Mark and I never wanted to know if the babies were boys or girls; we wanted the surprise." She ran her hands through her hair. "So we picked out names for both a boy and a girl. We really liked the name we had for a girl, but obviously we never got to use it. After Dean, we decided we were done. Financially, as well as, I think even then we knew we wouldn't make it."

"I was…sad about that. I always thought that there was a little girl just waiting to be born. Mark never really thought so," Lily murmured. "He didn't have any more kids with his second wife, either."

Bobby was looking at her. "What was the little girl's name you picked out?"

"Emily Claire."

A small smile surfaced on Bobby's face, "Looks like we've got a name for our little girl."

Lily was laughing and crying as she hugged him.

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Dean was standing outside of the bathroom, waiting for Sam when Castiel walked up. "Alright, what the hell? Who is Chuck?"

"I don't know…" Castiel was thinking furiously.

"I thought Chuck Shurley was a name seared into your brain. I thought he was a prophet. How can he be an angel? One you've never seen? Is he in Chuck's meatsuit?" He paused for a moment, and speaking intently, "Is he God?"

"I don't know."

"If he is, why didn't the amulet burn? You said it would burn in His presence."

"If he is God, then… being omniscient… if he doesn't want it to burn, I suppose it wouldn't."

"But…"

"Dean! I have as many questions as you do."

Dean looked irritated and worried, "Yeah, well… speaking of questions. Where the hell have you been? When we realized that you weren't a threat any more, I called you. Why the hell didn't you answer?"

Cas didn't look at Dean, he had no answer.

Just then Sam came out of the bathroom. He looked wrung out; he looked defeated, too. "Cas, can you take me to the motel? I wanna go now and I don't want to see anyone."

Dean placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Sam, you want me to go with you? Bobby can bring the car."

Sam nodded wearily, "Yeah…yeah."

Dean took the keys to Bobby and explained what was going on. When he came back, Castiel put his hand on their shoulders and they were gone.

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In the living room, Bobby and Lily were talking and making plans when Lily fell asleep. Bobby was sitting quietly, holding Lily, until the phone rang. He carefully shifted Lily onto a pillow before getting up to answer it in the kitchen.

After a moment he came back into the room, covering Lily with a blanket. "Lily?" he murmured, shaking her shoulder gently. He placed the cordless phone from the kitchen near her head.

"Hm?" she asked sleepily, looking over to him.

"I'm leaving. Gonna go pick up the boys. I'll be back in a bit, okay?" he asked.

Lily nodded, smiling slightly. "Thanks," she murmured. He smiled in reply and kissed her, then he stood up, grabbed the car keys and headed out.

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"Hey. Where's our mom?" Sam Remington asked as his brother came down the stairs of the two-story house.

"She fell asleep and I volunteered to get you," Bobby replied.

"Is something wrong? Is she sick?" asked Dean Remington.

"Nah, she's fine, just tired. Well, come on, I haven't got all day. Grab your things."

Sam examined Bobby warily, despite knowing he was supposed to trust him, he said, "Uh…I'd like to call her, first."

Bobby blinked and nodded, "Right, of course." Sam smiled as he walked with his brother over to the kitchen phone, to contact their mother. They confirmed that Bobby was supposed to pick them up before gathering their things and following him out to The Impala.

Immediately, the boys recognized the car. In unison, they said, "Oh, man!" Then they ran over to it. Bobby smiled as they looked the car over. "Can we see the trunk?" Sam asked excitedly.

"Nope," Bobby said firmly. "Come on, get in." Disappointed, the boys got into the car.

He drove them home, listening while they talked about the party and how much fun it had been. They talked about the girls that were there and how pretty they were.

When they got to the house, Bobby parked across the street and got out with the boys. "Hey, your mom is asleep on the couch, so go in quietly. Give her about an hour of downtime, and then wake her up. Okay?"

"You aren't coming in?" asked Sam. He sounded a little disappointed.

"Nah, the guys and I'll come by tomorrow." He got back in the car, waited for them to enter the house and then drove away.