The first week was the worse for them, the absolute worse. Lily wouldn't be in another room unless Matt was sitting beside her. She would only eat very little and when she wasn't having nightmares she was muttering in another language that strangely sounded a bit like Latin but it differed.

"That's nothing I've ever heard." Bobby said quietly, closing the door of the room Matt and Lily were sleeping in.

John rubbed his face, "should we be more worried about it? It's not like we know anything about her maternal side of the family."

"I'll look into it." Bobby told him.

The pair of hunters walked down the steps neither heard or saw Lily begin to walk outside the door of the room, walking slowly with her eyes wide the moonlight shinning into them.

"Reaper?" she calls out, "show yourself, I told you to show yourself," she held out her hand, Tom appeared in the hallway.

"You're not Lily."

"And you're not suppose to be here."

"And you are?" Tom felt a lump growing in his throat.

Lily smiled and titled her head, "my name is Syria, I am the angel of destiny. It is my job to make sure every little piece falls into place," her eyes then rolled to the back of her head, she smiled sweetly, "maybe I was wrong about you Reaper, it seems you and that human Noah-Grace have an even greater destiny then we ever saw, or rather your son does."

Tom blinked the words sinking into him, "my son?"

Lily smiled, "it will all work out, if I have my way. Destiny always works one way or another, Thomas."

Before he could ask another question, her eyes closed shut and Lily collapsed. Tom stared around him, waiting for the others to rush into action as he couldn't touch her.

"Lily?" Matt asks scoping the girl up into his arms, "sweetie? Are you okay?"

"Matt?" she whimpers, "where am I?"

"You're safe." Matt whispered rubbing her hair.

Sam shrugged at Dean and both of them walked into the other room. Noah walked towards Tom.

"What happened?"

"Lily was possessed by an angel."

Noah's brows furrowed, "an angel? Don't you mean a demon?"

Tom shook his head, "angels are warriors of god, more powerful than demons."

Noah folded her arms, "there's no such thing."

"Oh I wish Noah." Tom said before disappearing.

Noah stared at the empty space folding her arms tightly around her, before walking into the room she had been staying at. It was the smallest of all the rooms, only a small cot fit. Honestly she was pretty sure it had once been closet, but who was she to complain?

Sam and Dean sat in their bedroom, the pair had a middle size room. Bunk beds on one side while there was a single cot on the other side. When they were younger it would be the three of them Matt, Dean and Sam inside the room.

"Dean?" Sam whispers peaking his head down to his brother.

With his eyes closed Dean gives a hmm.

"Why were so nervous the past week? You were so jumpy."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

Dean sighed loudly before making Sam promise not to interrupt, as he gave the cliff notes of what had happened over the weekend. Trying to leave out what he could.

"Dude you almost knocked up a girl."

"Tell Dad any of this and I will end you."

"Hey Dean?"

Dean groaned, "what?"

"If she was really pregnant would you keep the kid?"

Sam's only answer was silent followed by his brother's soft snores. Jerk, Sam thought to himself rolling over and pulling the blankets over him.

SPNSPN

Sam woke first, jerking awake. He couldn't remember exactly what his nightmare had been about, but it was scary whatever it was. He held up his hands they were shaking. He tiptoed past the bedrooms finding Dad's, Bobby's, Matt and Lily's beds empty.

"He's taking her shooting?" Sam cried.

Bobby gave him a stern look, "are you deaf idjit? How many times do I got to say it? Matt, Lily and your daddy went out early this morning with the double barrels. Whatever way Matt wants to raise her it's his discretions."

"But she's seven!" Sam held up his hands for emphasis.

"Your daddy had your brothers out there firing guns at the ages of eight and then I think Dean was five. It's what Matt knows best."

"But he shouldn't have to train her to be a hunter, let her be normal! Her mom was normal!"

"While Matt doesn't know normal boy, not anymore, now can it and eat your damn cereal, you talk too much."

Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes at the older man. Hunters were stubborn, he'd be stubborn to give himself a normal life. Or somewhat normal. Maybe he'd be like Pastor Jim minus the Pastor part, he'd have a normal job and help hunters on the side with home and knowledge. That seemed okay? Right?

Noah stumbled down next, she was never an morning person. Her blonde hair stood at ends and her cheeks were flustered. A sign of her getting sick, or worse getting her time of the month, Sam wasn't sure which he liked less.

"Morning sunshine."

Noah opened her eyes and yawned and in the middle muttered her good morning taking the empty seat beside Sam. Taking some of the bread sitting on the table she began to nibble on it.

"Uncle Bobby? What do you know about angels?"

Bobby coughed, "Angels? Why?"

Noah shrugged, "no reason really. Just that uh curiosity."

Dean walked in at this moment, "angels are not real No-No. You know that."

Noah frowned her eyebrows furrowing, "no I don't know that. Thirteen years ago none of us even knew about well anything, we sat at our house in Lawrence, ignorant until that son of a bitch killed Mom."

"Let's not have this conversation." Dean tells her.

"You do you know eventually you're going to have to open up? About everything right? Hiding all these emotions isn't good bro."

A/N: what do you think?