"What do you mean you're going to say yes?" Hermione exclaimed in the motel room, looking between Sam and Dean. She couldn't believe what she was hearing right now.

"I'm going to say yes," Sam repeated. "It's the only way to end this. We have a plan. We can open up the cage, and we can put Lucifer in it, ending all of this once and for all."

"But, what about you? Won't you end up in the cage, too?" Hermione asked, hating how her voice shook as she spoke.

Both boys had the decency to look at their feet.

Hermione felt the tears spring to her eyes. Her heart felt like it was breaking in half. "What about us?" she asked, unable to keep the pain out of her voice. "I gave up my life for you. I gave up my job for you. We were going to be together, we were…" she broke off in a sob.

"I'm just going to, uh," Dean said, before walking toward the door. As he walked past her, he squeezed her shoulder. She looked up at him, and could see the pain in his eyes, too. He didn't want any of this to happen, either. Dean moved past her, exiting the room, leaving her alone with Sam.

Sam finally looked up from the floor, and she could see the pain in his eyes. This wasn't a decision he came to lightly. He was hurting as well. "Hermione, I love you so much, and I don't want you to think that I didn't consider you when I came to this decision. Because I did. I so did. But I have to weigh everything. I can end this. I can put Lucifer in the cage and end this fight. But I have to sacrifice myself in order to do it. And it sucks, so much, because I was really looking forward to my future with you. These past two years they've been…" he trailed off, his voice catching.

Hermione nodded, acknowledging that she knew what he was trying to say, even if he couldn't say it. "They've been amazing," she finished for him.

Sam nodded, wiping his hands down his face. "But I can't just let the world burn, let Lucifer run free, if there is something I can do about it."

Hermione nodded again, "You're right, it's not in your nature."

"It's not."

"How long?" Hermione asked, her voice breaking.

"Not long. I want to do this quickly."

"What are the chances that you'll be able to get only Lucifer in the cage, and not you?"

"Dean and I figure there's a small chance that I'll be able to break free of him," Sam said.

"I don't know how I'm going to be able to watch," Hermione said.

"Then don't. Don't come. Stay as far away from the mess as possible. Dean said he would come and get you when it's all over. That you don't need to watch when I…"

Hermione started opening sobbing, and Sam closed the gap between them, holding her tightly against his body as she cried against his chest. She felt as Sam buried his face in her curls and began crying into them as well. They held each other tightly, both crying for a long time. When their sobs finally subsided, Hermione pulled back and captured his lips with her own.

Sam returned the kiss passionately, his arms coming around and lifting her up and moving her until they were sprawled on the bed. Not wanting to waste any time, Hermione muttered a wandless divesto, leaving them both naked and wanting. Sam immediately entered her, and they froze. Sam looked down in her eyes, and then the mood shifted from desperation to something else. He began to make love to her slowly, never taking his eyes off of hers, never shifting his gaze. Hermione could feel the love pouring through his gaze, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as he moved within her. She could tell that he was getting closer as well, because he began to increase his pace. Soon, she was tumbling over the edge struggling to keep her eyes open and focused on Sam. Soon, he followed her over, also making sure to keep his gaze on Hermione.

After, they lay together under the covers on the bed, holding each other close. Hermione refused to close her eyes, for fear that he would try and leave in the middle of the night. But soon, she succumbed to sleep. When she awoke, many hours later, he was already gone. And she fell apart.

SUPERPOTTER

Hermione sat at Bobby's house, alone. Bobby had left to join the boys on their mission, and she chose to stay behind. They had left her behind, which really pissed her off at first, but she decided she really didn't want to see Lucifer in Sam's body. She really didn't. She didn't think she could bear seeing her love that way. Not himself. And she didn't want to hear whatever Lucifer was going to spew at her through Sam's lips. She loved Sam too much to put herself through that. If Sam ended up going into the pit, she didn't want the last thing she had to remember him by to be vitriol that came from Lucifer.

Right now, she was sitting impatiently watching the clock. She had been getting sick in the mornings for the last few days since she had arrived at Bobby's house, and she chalked it up to nerves. It had been a few weeks since she had seen the boys, she was obviously worried about them. And then she skipped her period. Which never happened. She was as regular as clockwork. Panicking, she had walked down the road that morning to get a pregnancy test from the local drug store. And now, here she sat. Waiting. She could have used a charm, but she didn't even think about it until she had peed on the stick. Spending the last two years living mostly in the muggle world had really started to affect her.

After what felt like an eternity the timer she set beeped, and she took a deep breath, picking up the pregnancy test. She nearly dropped it when she saw the result. Positive. She wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant. All the healers told her. All the specialists. And now she was and the father of her baby was currently possessed by the literal devil. What the fuck was her life?

She started crying. What was she going to do? She took a deep breath and picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. As she suspected it rang through to voicemail. She dialed another number, and it also went to voicemail. She looked at her phone. Finally she dialed one final number. It got picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Freckles, now's not a really good time. Shit is starting to go down. Cas and I just pulled up to the field."

"Fuck," Hermione muttered under her breath. "Okay, give me a few minutes and…"

"NO, Freckles, Sam is still Lucifer, and from what I can see he's beating the shit out of Dean. You need to stay far away from this place. Do not come here, do you understand? I'll call you when it's all over. Understand?"

"Understand," Hermione said, not completely convinced that she needed to stay away.

"Good," Bobby said. "Now, I'll call you when this is all finished."

The connection between the two cut off, and Hermione was left holding her phone. It was happening. Sam was obviously still Lucifer if he was beating up Dean. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She should really stay away. Nothing good would come if she went now. And she really needed to be careful now that she was living for two people. On the other hand, she was now living for two people. Maybe if she went to him, she could get through to him, and he would be able to expel Lucifer from his body, and he would be able survive this whole mess to see his child into the world.

It took her ten minutes to finally come to the conclusion that she was going to go ahead and go and try and rescue the love of her life. She closed her eyes, and touched her wand to her engagement ring. She felt the tugging in her belly as the charmed portkey pulled her to where Sam was located.

She landed and caught her bearings. She looked around and found the Impala and began running toward it and stopped short. Bobby was on the ground, his neck twisted at a weird angle. Dean was leaning against the Impala, his face bleeding. And then she saw him. Sam. Her Sam. She could tell it was her Sam because he was looking at Dean with a sadness. She watched as he dropped the horsemen rings to the ground and the cage opened up. Sam opened his arms up and was prepared to fall into the pit.

She sprinted forward. "NO!" she screamed.

Sam looked up at her, his eyes widening. "Hermione?"

But she didn't have time to respond. Adam popped up and said something to Sam and then they were both toppling into the pit. Hermione watched on in horror as Sam, as if in slow motion, fell into the pit, and in a blink of an eye, the pit closed, and there was nothing.

Hermione felt her knees give out from under her, and she fell to the ground. She clutched her hands to her chest and she let out a wail. Her heart felt like it was being crushed. She was startled as she felt arms wrap around her, pulling her close. She recognized Dean as the one holding her. His body shaking with sobs as well.

She closed her eyes tight.

"I tried," Dean was saying. "I tried, and I got through to him in the end, and it still wasn't enough to save him. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Hermione heard herself saying. "He made his choice. We both knew this was a probable outcome."

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less," Dean said, his words coming out jumbled because of his injuries. Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a healing spell at his face.

"Thank you," Dean said.

"You're welcome," Hermione said.

"Why did you show up? How did you know?"

"I called Bobby," her voice catching on the man's name. "He told me. He also told me to not come. But you know how well I listen."

"Like shit. We need to work on your listening skills."

The two were quiet for a few minutes, just holding each other.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione whispered. "What am I going to do?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"Shit," Dean muttered. "We'll figure this out. You won't be alone. That I can promise you. You won't be alone."

Hermione nodded. It made her feel a lot better knowing she wouldn't be going through this alone.

"Yes, Hermione, you won't be doing this alone," came a voice from behind them. They looked up to see Castiel walking toward them.

"Cas?" Dean asked. "But I saw you get blown to a million tiny bits."

"I was resurrected by God, and I was given a promotion," Cas said. He turned toward Bobby's lifeless body, and waved his hand. The older man sat up, gasping for breath. Hermione just about wept in happiness.

"What the fuck happened?" Bobby ground out.

"You were dead," Dean supplied. "And Cas just fucking resurrected you."

"Well, shit," Bobby said. He looked around the area they were in. "Where's Sam?"

Hermione began crying, and Dean wrapped her back up in his arms. "He's gone. He went into the pit," she said through her sobs.

"Well, Mr. Resurrection, bring him back! You brought Dean out of Hell, you can bring back Sam," Bobby shouted.

Cas shook his head sadly. "It's not that easy. Dean was in Hell. Sam is locked in the cage. I can't just pull him out like I did Dean. He's gone."

Hermione felt her heart breaking all over again, and she was vaguely aware of Dean tightening his hold around her.

"You're going to be okay, you both are," Dean told her.

"Both?" Bobby asked.

"Hermione is with child," Cas stated.

"You're going to continue living with me," Bobby said. "I'm not going to take no for an answer."

Hermione looked up at him. "What if I wanted to move home? Be close to family?"

"Fuck, Freckles, we are your family!" Bobby exclaimed. "You've been here for two years, I look at you like you're a daughter. Let us be a part of your life. Help you through your grief as we go through ours. Let us help you raise your little one."

Hermione nodded. She didn't have the words to properly respond.

"Great," Dean said. "Let's get to Baby and go home."