Set during Frontierland! And introduces Castiel…finally!
Thanks to pyroclasticflow for helping me firm up the first part of this chapter! :) Hopefully you guys aren't put off by anything in this chapter, but just know that the last half of this chapter has been planned almost since I started writing this story.
A Place In This World:
"Ooh! Pie!" Isabel screeched, lunging across the bed at Sam, grabbing the bag from his hands. After they got a motel room to give Bobby a bit of space to breathe, both brothers had left, Sam for groceries, Dean for more research material.
Sam stood there, stunned still, "What?" He'd expected that reaction from Dean, not Isabel. She glared at him as she pulled the pie out and he raised both hands in defeat, "Okay, don't mind me. Just leave some for Dean."
Isabel regarded the whipped cream still in the bag carefully, "On second thought...whipped cream sounds really good. Is that weird?"
"You are in a weird mood." Sam said fondly, wincing as Isabel sat down on the worn fabric sofa and started squirting the stuff directly into her mouth.
She moaned loudly, "Oh man, that's exactly what I wanted! Screw pie, Dean can have his fill!" She narrowed her eyes at Sam, licking cream off her fingers, "Speaking of screwing, you still owe me from the other night."
"Shit." Sam said instantly.
Isabel looked between him and the can of whipped cream, "I think I've got the perfect way to bide the time until Dean gets back."
That was how Dean found them, Sam on his back tied to the headboard with a naked Isabel licking whipped cream off his aching hard dick. He'd promised her that if she could hold it together, he was all hers for a night. The girl may have been half angel, but that by no means meant she didn't have a sadistic streak. He should have expected that, but he didn't realize until she'd slipped a cock ring on him what kind of trouble he'd gotten himself into. He had no idea where she'd gotten the damned thing. He needed to start going through her stuff like she went through his and Dean's.
He'd have already spilled his load over the both of them without the ring on, so by the time Dean showed back up, Sam was close to tears, bucking against her hand when she gripped him to look at the door.
"Uh..." Dean wavered in the doorway.
Isabel grinned at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "You're gonna let the dog in if you keep holding the door open."
Dean practically slammed the door behind him. "What's going on?"
Isabel was glowing, "Sam here promised I could be on top for a night, and I'm taking him up on it. He hasn't been very patient though." She pumped her hand, "Have you?"
Sam moaned, flinging his head back against the pillows, "For God's sake, Isabel."
She arched an eyebrow at Dean, "See what I mean?"
Dean nodded, dropping his bag on the floor. He was totally willing to play along when she looked at him like that. "Yeah, terrible form, dude."
She kissed Dean when he got to the end of the bed, and he was grateful he couldn't taste Sam over the whipped cream on her lips. He had no problem being naked in front of his brother, even feeling the heat off his brother's skin, but he just really never wanted to know what his brother's dick tasted like. Isabel worked with one of the buttons on his shirt, and then another, kissing his chest each time more skin was revealed, "I think he needs a lesson in patience. Would you like to help?"
"Hell, yeah." Dean chuckled, shedding his jacket and then his shirt once she got the buttons all undone and started working on his belt.
He was inside her less than a minute later, on the other queen sized bed in the room, leaving Sam spread out, hard, and alone on his own bed, watching every move they made. Dean couldn't help but to glance at him, it was just such an odd situation. Usually, he was the voyeur, but Sam seemed to enjoy watching just as much as he did, eyes dark and jaw trembling.
Isabel was on top, her hair pulled over her shoulder so Sam could see everything, "Don't you wish this was you, Sam?" Dean taunted, pinching her nipples and meeting Isabel halfway with a thrust that had her gasping. Isabel bit down on his shoulder and he came a few seconds later, holding her close.
Isabel rolled off him and stumbled to Sam, undoing the cock ring and pumping her hand up his shaft until he spilled in her hand. She undid the cuffs and kissed him, "Good boy."
Sam chuckled breathlessly, resting his head on her lap, "You drive a hard bargain."
She kissed him, rubbing the feeling back into his wrists, "Of course I do. Learned from the best, didn't I?"
"Am I really that much of an asshole?" Sam asked, feeling strung out, barely grabbing the blanket Dean tossed to him.
Isabel ruffled his hair, "Only sometimes. Besides, you didn't safe word, so I didn't upset you to much. You okay?"
Sam nodded, stretching his arms, "Yeah, think I could sleep for a day though." He frowned at her, "You didn't come?"
Isabel hid the pain well, and smiled at her lover, shrugging, "No big deal. You two had a good time, and that's good enough for me."
Dean flopped down next to them, but bounced right back up, "Weren't you going to get pie?"
"On the table." Sam said, spooning Isabel and turning the bedside lap off, "We'll worry about Eve tomorrow, right now, I need to sleep."
Isabel nodded, slipping away from him and going into the bathroom to clean herself up, reaching down to touch her breasts. Farther down, was slick with Dean's semen, but she hadn't hurt there. Instead, every time Dean had pinched her nipples, she'd almost thrown herself off the bed when pain seared through her. So long as she kept control and didn't let him get too handsy, it hadn't hurt. It was weird, and Isabel decided if it happened again, she'd go to a doctor. She wasn't about to talk to her mother or aunt about her breasts hurting during sex. It was bad enough that they knew she was getting it on with both of the brothers in the first place.
She returned to the bedroom and wiped an exhausted Sam with a hand towel before getting back into bed. Sam nuzzled the back of her shoulder and she drifted to sleep next to his space heater body, listening to Dean moan over his pie.
The next morning they headed to the Campbell library with Bobby, and started going through books. It took most of the day, but they came upon the Phoenix solution and started hunting down information about the fabled bird instead of Eve. "You guys know when you invited me on this grand hunting trip, I was expecting more ass kicking and less book reading. If I wanted to be a librarian, I could have stayed with Aunt Alice."
Sam rolled his eyes at Isabel, "Well, can't all be blood and guts, can it?"
"Guess not." She replied, relieved when Dean found Samuel Colt's journal. The boys fan-girled over it and then cracked open their time travel theory after Dean got uptight about Bobby and Sam's lack of Star Trek knowledge, and Isabel's insistence that she was a Star Wars fan, not a Trekkie.
Dean summoned Castiel but got an angel named Rachel instead, and after a great deal of nasty words between her and the brothers, Castiel arrived. He completely ignored Isabel's presence until they were all back at Bobby's and Dean had left on a supply run.
Castiel finally looked at her, a mix of awe and disgust on his face, hidden just behind the impassive facade, "You're..."
"Isabel." She finished, but it almost looked like that hadn't been the word he was looking for, "Your sister." She added, just incase it wasn't clear. Although she knew Jimmy Novak was truly the man in front of her, not Castiel, they had the same eyes. Weird.
"Yes, half-sister. By a Mother I thought dead." He said tightly, turning away from her to talk to Sam and Bobby, but not before he said something that sounded suspiciously like an Enochian vulgarity her brain could only half translate.
Some of the tension in the room melted away when Dean came back, wielding bags from a Western store. Isabel was still trying not to panic about the 24 hour time limit, but had to laugh when Dean pulled a corset out of one bag and winked at her. Sam had to hassle him, "Dude, you have a fetish."
"Shut up. I like old movies. Besides, how hot would Iz look in this?" Dean asked his brother, not bothering to bring up the long list of fetishes Isabel'd told him Sam had.
"She won't be going." Castiel said firmly, and the four turned to look at him. Isabel saw the lie in his eyes as he said, "If there's three of you, the time to retrieve you will be less. She will stay here with Bobby." The brother's didn't notice the lie, but kept insisting that one of them stay with her.
Isabel spent all evening convincing the brothers she'd be fine holed up at Bobby's for 24 hours. That she was a grown ass woman, not a child. Finally, they stood in Bobby's study, the brothers dressed up and Isabel wearing loose jeans and one of Dean's shirts. Dean looked sternly at Bobby, "You look after her, okay, like you would us."
Bobby almost smiled, "Of course, you idjits come back. No use to us if you're dead."
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said, grimacing. After she'd kissed both of them, Castiel touched their foreheads and they vanished. The angel vanished a second later, not sparing her another look. She made the decision that Castiel definitely ranked below Daniel on her favorite brother list, and he was already third behind Jesse and Adam.
With the boys gone, Isabel was anxious. Bobby clapped her on the shoulder, "Come on, girl. Let's get some food in you, you look ready to drop, and I'm too old to heft you anywhere. Those boys'd kill me if you got sick on my watch."
"No thanks, Bobby. I'm not hungry. Kinda nauseated, actually." She said, picking up a sweater to fold. Bobby grunted and left her alone, and she froze. Without the brothers close, her mind had a chance to breathe, to think of something other than them.
She was never one to be nauseated, not since she'd found her father's remains splattered around their house, but she had been several times over the last few weeks. Something had to be wrong with her. She had never hurt like that before. She'd never not enjoyed the pain inflicted on her, and she'd certainly never wanted to cry after sex just because her boobs got manhandled a bit. The only reason she'd been able to sleep was because she was exhausted. Which didn't make sense. The most exerting part of her day before Dean came back was sucking on Sam like he was a lollipop. He'd tasted weird, and if she hadn't had the cream, she'd probably not have gone past the first lick. Like the beer that everyone else had decided tasted fine, her tastebuds were off.
Her supernatural abilities were off too: She'd healed Will's terminal brain cancer all those months ago, but hadn't even been able to stem the blood flow from Gwen Campbell's gunshot wound. Truth be told, her healing had been spotty in general since just before they'd found out that Sam was missing part of his soul.
Her thoughts strayed to her high school health class: "Chemical changes can affect a pregnant woman before she even knows she's pregnant."
And then to her mother: "Soon, Isabel, your blood is going to change and supernatural creatures will be able to tell exactly what you are when they lay eyes on you, until you learn to hide it at least."
She went scrambling through her stuff to find the book on nephilim that her aunt had give her, flipping furiously through it. "Oh shit."
It was right there, a section hidden in two pages that stuck together. She'd never noticed it before, not until she was looking and noticed a jump in the page numbers. That section was all she needed to know: "The final step in female nephilim development is triggered with simultaneous increases in estrogen and progesterone, usually the result of pregnancy as human hormonal medications, like most human drugs, have no effect on nephilim. After this spike in hormones, the protective barriers around the nephilim will falter and fail, leaving them exposed to identification by undesirable creatures."
She read a few paragraphs down and was overwhelmingly nauseated: "Most nephilim are killed by undesirable creatures before the pregnancy can advance past the first few weeks, but those who aren't killed will most likely suffer miscarriages due to eptopic pregnancy, the most common result of a nephilim pregnancy. In the case of a viable pregnancy, many nephilim have further, often life threatening, difficulties, and most pregnancies are forcibly terminated by the nephilim's mate(s) to save the mother."
Isabel sat on the floor of the room she and the Winchester's had been sharing, trying to comprehend the fact that there was a very good chance that she was pregnant. She couldn't stop herself though, the attachment was almost instantaneous. She would do anything to have Sam or Dean's baby. She'd dreamed of being a mother when she was younger, but what chance in hell did a baby have with the Mother of All monsters still running around? Then again, from the looks of what was written in the book, there didn't seem to be much hope that she'd ever hold her baby in her arms.
Bobby heard her fling herself into the bathroom, and was standing in the doorway when she finally stopped heaving, flushing the contents of her stomach. "Balls. You are sick."
"No, no I'm not." Isabel whispered, desperately calling her mother's phone but getting no answer.
He knelt next to her, putting a hand on her forehead, "You're not warm. What's wrong?"
"I can't tell you." She said, curling into a ball, feeling like a teenager wrestling with her first period and not wanting to tell her father. She'd never had that though, her father had been dead long before that. Her mother'd always been there for her, and even when she hadn't, Daniel had. Isabel straightened against the wall and yelled, "Daniel!" She jumped to her feet when her angel brother appeared and lunged at him with the book, smacking him as hard as she could for several moments, "You fucking asshole! Why wouldn't you warn me?" She stilled, chest heaving, locking her blue eyes with his.
Daniel took a deep breath through his nose, and closed his eyes, "You. You're. Shit, Isabel. You reek of angel." She whacked him again, the book thwacking against his skin, leaving a red welt that stayed for a second before fading. Daniel grabbed her arms when she hit him again, holding her by her wrists. "Ow, damnit, stop that. It wasn't cute when you were a kid, and it's less cute now."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Isabel asked, voice soft, going limp in his grasp.
A multitude of expressions crossed his face until it settled on pity, "Mom ordered me not to. You'd have fought it and it'd have only been hurting yourself. You'll be stronger now."
"You two wanna tell me what the hell is going?" Bobby growled.
Daniel let Isabel's arms go, but took the book from her, putting it on the counter so he could pull her to him. It was an unusually human display from her brother, but it was what she needed. "I've got you, Belle. You'll be okay." He looked to Bobby, "In order to be considered adults, women like Isabel have to get pregnant." He hesitated for a second, tightening his grip around his youngest sister, "It never ends well."
"Never?" Isabel hiccuped, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Daniel, can you tell?"
He shook his head, "I can't even heal, Isabel, not my realm of abilities. I'm a thinker and a fighter. It's why I couldn't save the human Daniel. I'm not meant to feel, Isabel. It's why when I want to, I can turn it all off, stop things from hurting, keep guilt at bay." He gave a tiny smile, trying to encourage her to calm down, "You need to see a real doctor."
"Why can't my life just be normal?" Isabel moaned.
"Blame Mom."
"Oh, I do. Where is she anyway? She didn't answer her phone." Isabel asked.
Daniel hesitated again, "I'm not sure. She's not returning my calls either and I've been on Adam and Jesse duty. I shouldn't leave them alone for too long, they like to wan-."
"Please go with me." Isabel said, cutting him off.
After a few seconds, Daniel nodded, "Okay, brat. Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Not here, thank God." They didn't need to see her so upset. She noticed the smile on her brother's face and hit him again, "You don't get to tease me when I'm this angry."
He laughed at her, holding the hand she'd hit him with, "Just imagine how you'd feel if I went around saying, 'Thank Joseph' all the time."
"Such a ham, Daniel Hastings." She closed her eyes, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Doctor, preferably before your mates get back, although they should never leave you alone without giving someone a heads up." Daniel said, going across the hallway and tossing her shoes at her, "Let's go."
"Hold on a minute, I told those boys I'd watch after her. I'm coming too." Bobby said firmly, though he really wasn't sure what was going on. Isabel didn't look pregnant. Daniel glanced at his sister, who nodded, and then he grabbed both of them. "Balls." Bobby cursed when they were suddenly in an alleyway right next to a hospital.
"Daniel." Isabel said chastising his choice of hospital. Bobby'd almost died in there.
"It'll be easier: people know you, they'll be less focused on paperwork, and less stress for you." Daniel told her, dragging them to the entrance, ignoring Bobby's protests.
Isabel had an easier time wrenching out of his grip. She was standing completely straight, a tiny smile on her face, "I met Sam, right here for the very first time." She looked at Bobby, "He was worried about you."
"We worry about each other, that's how this all works." He put a heavy hand on her shoulder, "I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but I'm worried about you now. Think you should probably follow your asshole brother."
She nodded, and followed the two men. A few people recognized them, the seemingly perfect blonde children that belonged to the devastatingly beautiful Veronica Hastings, the nurse with the oddest schedule but the kindest touch. Daniel waved back, allowing Isabel to stick to his side as they entered the obstetric unit. Daniel did all the talking, charming the woman at the desk the only way he knew how, with lots of angel Grace seeping into his voice. It didn't take long to get Isabel into a vacated appointment time. Isabel filled the papers out furiously, glad one of the women had grabbed her file so she didn't have to try to remember a lifetime of immunizations. Although she was seemingly immune now, apparently as children, she and nephilim Daniel had been little germ magnets. Faintly she remembered he'd been sick the day he'd died, worse than ever before. She pushed the thought away, she couldn't really mourn a brother she couldn't really remember. And she couldn't blame that little boy for being the reason their father got killed. The demons would have gotten to Joseph eventually anyway.
The fifteen minute wait after they drew blood and got a urine sample nearly killed her. She paced the tiny room like a caged animal, not even bothering to snap at the women who were filling their time gossiping about her and the two men. Bobby stayed in the waiting room, but she insisted that Daniel go in with her. "I'm Daniel, Isabel's brother." He said almost immediately after the doctor entered, holding his hand out and giving her a charming smile.
The woman smiled back, seemingly unconcerned by him being there. "So, Isabel, you're here cause you think you're pregnant?"
Isabel nodded, "Pretty sure, but, uh...there's a history of miscarriage in our family."
The doctor nodded sympathetically, skimming the file she'd brought in with her that no doubt had Isabel's life history plus the results of the urine tests. She held her breath as the woman said, "Well, you are pregnant, but from your medical history, there's no reason to assume that you'll have trouble. You're a healthy twenty-seven year old."
Isabel sighed, "I know, but I'm worried."
"Let's take a look then." The doctor told her as she pulled a cart towards them and had Isabel lie down. She glanced up at Daniel, "You might not want to be in here for this."
"I'll turn my back." Daniel said firmly when Isabel grabbed his hand. He smiled down at her, his back to the doctor. "You're fine, Belle. I won't leave you. Relax."
She tried, she really did, but it didn't stop her from breaking out into terrifying sobs when the doctor said, "Miss. Hastings, you are in the midst of a perfectly normal pregnancy."
"I don't know what I want, so don't ask me,
Cause I'm still trying to figure it out.
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking,
Trying to see through the rain coming down.
Even though I'm not the only one
Who feels the way I do.
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know.
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on.
Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world."
A Place In This World
By: Taylor Swift
Please, let me know what you think! I've finished the next two chapters, but I'm open to any suggestions 'cause it's not written in stone until I've published it!
-Jenn