Cool Kids:

The doctor tapped Isabel's hand, "Hey, don't cry. Sweetheart, look." She pointed to a grey blob on the screen that looked more like a tiny bean than a baby, "Right there, that's the fetus, in the uterus, where it's supposed to be. Looks like you're about nine weeks, you're a little small at this point, based on your weight from your last annual with Dr. Cross, but everything looks good. Isabel, you can breathe easy."

"So there's nothing wrong?" Isabel asked hardly trusting the words.

The doctor removed the terribly invasive instrument and Isabel sighed in relief, listening raptly to the woman's next words, "I can't say for certain now. I'll know more when we get your blood tests back, but there's no reason for you to worry right now. Everything looks healthy."

"Healthy?" Daniel echoed, a bright smile on his face and he bent to kiss Isabel on the cheek, "You're beating the odds, Belle. Congrats."

She slapped him, blue eyes dark, "Don't you dare congratulate me, you asshole."

The doctor looked between the two, and Isabel was sure she was thinking sordid things. She kept her composure though, "You have six weeks to decide if you want an ab-"

"No." Isabel said firmly, but calmed herself down by shooting Daniel another glare before giving the doctor a small smile, "No, thank you. Just, what kinds of things do I need to be doing now?" Leaving the room with a sonogram photo in her back pocket and a mile long list of immediate changes to her life, Isabel smacked her brother again, cornering him in the hallway, her angel blade at his neck, "Is there anything else you're not telling me? I don't care if Mom told you not to. I deserve to know. And I'm not sure what the hell would happen if I stuck you with this thing, so don't make me find out."

"That's it, Isabel, I promise. You have to understand, most nephilim don't even ever know they're pregnant." His face was a mask of sincerity and regret. "I'm the Angel of Wise Judgment, I never factored the possibility of a viable pregnancy into the equation."

"What equation?" Isabel said, frustration mounting. Getting information from her brother had always been hard, but she didn't seem to have the patience she used to have.

Daniel put his hands on her shoulders, more to focus her than to push her away, "I may not be Daniel Hastings, but I'm still your brother, and I've made the most terrible mistake someone with my purpose can make. I've watched you grow from a traumatized five year old girl into the gorgeous woman you are today. You are my sister, more than any of my angelic siblings. I made the judgment to obey Mother not because I fear or worship her, but because I thought it was the right choice for you. If I had told you your fate, it would have devastated you. Isabel, you've always wanted to be a mother. I thought it would be kinder to let nature take it's course than to crush you. I'm so happy for you, I am grateful that I was wrong, but I won't apologize for any of it."

Isabel threw her arms around his neck, her blade gone, "Thank you, for always coming when I need you, and not when I want you."

Daniel chuckled, "That's what big brothers are for." He pulled her off of him, looking seriously at her, "You're right, you deserve it all." He took a deep breath, "They're all distracted by Auntie Eve right now, but once she's gone, all of creature-dom will be looking for you. While you're pregnant, your blood will cure them of their handicaps."

"Why me?"

Daniel winced, "More the baby than you. A child of a direct angelic bloodline and the Winchesters. There's a lot of power there, and creatures need that power to rid themselves of their handicaps.

Isabel frowned, "They want to be human? I thought they though humans were cattle?"

"Not human, Isabel." Daniel corrected, "Vampires immune to Dead Man's Blood and sunlight. Djinn immune to silver and lamb's blood. Demons that can't be bound by Devil's Traps, kept out by salt, or exorcised. You get the drift." Isabel stared at her brother in horror, and he pinned her with his eyes again, "We thought we only had to worry about your blood being active for a few weeks, not months. I support the decision you've made because you are my sister and I love you, but it's only fair that you know exactly what the apocalypse Mother was referring to is. You are the key that unlocks a floodgate of Hell on Earth. You cannot let them get their hands on you. You would be kept alive and drained of your blood every day like a milk cow until you lost the baby or it's born. You cannot let that happen. I want you to swear to me, Isabel, that you will kill yourself before you let that happen. I love you, and you don't deserve the fate that would await you at their hands. And your child, Isabel, if they got your child, it would be used as a weapon like none before. A fate worse than death."

She nodded slowly, trying to understand it all, her heart in her throat, "I understand, and yes, if it means you'll support me in this insanity I'm apparently embarking on, I will kill myself if I'm captured." She couldn't imagine doing it, knowing that she'd be killing her child too, but Daniel was right. Her child would be a weapon, more than likely with the humanity tortured out or it's mind completely enslaved by their captors.

Daniel pulled her to him this time, burying his face in her hair, "If anyone can get through this, it's you. You've been working magic since you were four years old. You have the strongest Grace in any nephilim I've ever seen, and that's probably why you've even been pregnant this long. For now, focus on Eve. Don't distract the Winchesters."

"You mean don't tell them I'm pregnant."

"Exactly." He straightened the vest he was wearing, "How long till they return?"

Isabel checked her watch, "Noon tomorrow."

He scowled, "We'd better hurry then. In your state the best you'll be able to manage is to not scream demon bait. If they see you, they'll know you for what you are. Best bet is to avoid being noticed. We can see if invisibility is one of your gifts later."

"We have to get Bobby." She reminded him when he reached towards her again.

His usual annoyed face returned, "Make it quick."

She glared at him, biting the inside of her cheek, "Seriously, I'm about to tell the man that he's going to be a pseudo grandfather, but that he can't breathe a word of it to anyone. That's gonna take a minute."

They exited the hospital before Bobby couldn't contain himself, "Well?"

Isabel repeated everything once they got back to the salvage yard and Daniel had vanished after deeming that she no longer reeked. It had been a long process, taking into the well into the night, but Bobby had been waiting up with a beer for her to explain, so she did, ending with, "Do you understand why you can't say anything?"

He looked seconds from throttling her, "I get it. But I don't like it. They'll be pissed."

"Yes, but we'll all be alive, so they can yell while I eat pickles and ice cream." Isabel told him, already dreading the lecture she was going to get. And more than likely she wouldn't even get punished for keeping a secret like she would have before. Sam would be too worried about the baby. Provided they didn't instantly try to force her towards getting rid of it. Isabel worried her lower lip with her teeth, unsure of their reactions.

Bobby saw the fear in her eyes, "Hey, they're good boys, and they love you."

"That's the problem." Isabel said softly, "There's so much between the three of us that I'm not sure how much we actually control. Any threat to them sends me into this feral sort of mindset, and I know it's the same with them. What if I have complications? I have no idea if they'll be able to control themselves enough not to force me to get rid of it. There's so many variables, Bobby, and I'm terrified."

Bobby laughed, "Pretty sure you're going to feel the same way for eighteen years. Hell, I still feel that way with those boys, and they're both grown. That's called being a parent, and those boys would never hurt you or any kid."

Isabel hugged him again, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Bobby laughed, hugging her back, "Yeah, we'll work on something better than that. You'd best get some sleep if you don't want them playing twenty questions with you.

Isabel went to bed that night with her arms wrapped around her stomach, Ion curled around her, and she stayed in bed until ten, taking a shower and settling downstairs with a book to wait on the boys. Thankfully, Bobby didn't hover until after eleven, throwing a sandwich at her and ordering her to eat. Exactly at noon, Dean and Sam ran through the living room, Dean falling to his knees, an empty bottle in his hands. Isabel hightailed it to the bathroom again, her stomach rolling. Sam was answering the door when she crossed back through the hallway. Dean glared at her skeptically, "You okay?"

"Just an anxious stomach. What are we going to do now?" She tried to keep the fear off her face. Without the ashes, what would happen? She couldn't keep the pregnancy under-wraps for very long, especially if she kept getting sick every five minutes. They were bound to notice. And if she had to keep it up for too much longer, she'd start showing before a good time to tell them came up. That wouldn't work at all.

She nearly cried when Sam pulled the ash filled jar out of the box from the delivery guy at the door, and then dissolved into laughter at the genuine corset in the bottom of the box, "Guess you talked to Samuel about me?"

Dean grinned, flying high, "Showed him pictures, you were probably his spank bank starlet till he kicked it."

Isabel glared, and Sam laughed, "G-rated, Izzy, I promise. He did think you were pretty though. Kept asking if Ion was a skinwalker."

"Not a skinwalker, just genetically altered. Should have seen me as a teenager, total awkward nerd, and had glasses. Apparently perfect vision is a late blooming talent." Isabel said with a laugh, trying to keep talk away from her figure or her illness.

Dean squinted at her, "You wouldn't happen to have those glasses still, would you?"

Isabel whacked him on the shoulder, vaguely wondering if being pregnant was making her more violent than usual. "No, I don't, and you need to go run a lap or something. You are way too keyed up."

He kissed her brusquely, "Guy doesn't have the tools to gank the Mother-of-All everyday. I'm gonna go take a shower. I've got dirt places I didn't know I had."

Now it was Sam looking at her skeptically, as Bobby went to get celebratory beers, "You sure you're okay?"

She nodded furiously, "Yeah, I'm fine. Rough night. I was worried about you two."

He smiled, the puppy dog smile that made her weak at the knees every time, "Have to be honest, I was worried about us too." He touched under her right eye, over the finger print bruise of a bad night's sleep she knew was there, "How long did you sleep?"

"Probably not enough." She admitted, a tiny sheepish smile on her face.

Sam scowled at her, "That's not good, Isabel."

Usually she would have taunted him, teased him into a round of punishing sex, but she wasn't looking for a repeat of the other night with Dean. She nodded, taking a beer from Bobby, "I know, but we're celebrating now. I can take a nap later. Unless you're tired."

Bobby stood behind Sam, glaring at her, but Sam was oblivious, giving another puppy dog grin, "Honestly, a nap sounds great. We probably slept less than you did."

Isabel sat the full beer down and grabbed Sam's hand, "Come on then, I'm exhausted."

As they climbed the stairs, Isabel looked back at Bobby and gave him a smile. He shook his head, picking up the beer she hadn't touched and taking a swig from it, plopping down on his sofa. A part of her could imagine him gruffly coddling a tiny new Winchester, teaching him or her how to fix up cars before the little thing could even read, listening to Sam and Dean squabble with him over when to give the kid his or hers first beer, Isabel would win that one though. Just as much as Bobby had become a father to the brothers, he was slowly becoming one for her. He would be the most amazing grandparent on the planet, no matter what the little one called him.

Those thoughts made her stop halfway up the aged staircase, Sam jolting a little in surprise, his grip on her shoulders slipping. "Izzy?"

She'd known for twenty-four hours, but she'd only just started imagining a tiny person in her life, half her, half Winchester. It was surreal, and she ached to be normal, to just be able to tell them that they were going to have a baby, but she couldn't. She smiled at Sam, hoping it was smooth enough for him to ignore her absentmindedness, "Sorry, just trying to remember if I fed Ion."

Sam laughed softly, and Bobby yelled up, "I fed him breakfast!"

"Awesome." Isabel muttered, almost sounding nervous. She tamped it down, "I swear, with all this monster stuff it's hard to remember if I've fed myself sometimes, not to mention the dog." The animal in question bounded up the stairs past them, and they both laughed, following the energetic thing to their bedroom where he was already curled up on the bed, waiting. Isabel curled next to the beast, Sam at her back, but when Dean got out of the shower, she wriggled out of the snug spot, "Gonna take a shower." She knows the boys are probably staring after her. She almost never ended up taking a shower alone, but this time, she didn't gaze huskily back at them or invite them in, she just left, grabbing clothes on her way out. She felt stupid, like that girl in the Twilight movies, when she turned her side to the mirror and scoured her naked body for any signs of change. Nothing. Of course the rational part of her knew that it could be two months before things became really obvious. She showered quickly to make up the time, and slid into bed next to Dean in a tank top and her favorite pair of pajama pants.

Sam was snoring, but Dean's green eyes blinked back at her, reflected in the filtered daylight streaming through the window. He pulled her close, front to front just far enough apart that Isabel could tilt her head to look at his handsome face, "Can I ask a question?" Isabel whispered.

Dean grinned at her, "Think you just did."

She rolled her eyes, and after several more moments of deliberation asked, "What was your mom like?" She knew Sam didn't really remember past photographs and one time travel incident, but Dean should.

Isabel wasn't sure how he'd take her question, not until he smiled at her, brushing a strand of wet hair out of her face, "She was fierce. I mean really, Dad was a pushover back then, but Mom would go crazy if I got picked on at preschool. My teacher actually had her escorted out to calm down one time. She had this smile that could light up the whole room, and I always knew I was safe as long as she was around." He stalled for a second, "She always told me I had angels watching over me. Now I've got an angel of my own to watch over."

Isabel gave him a lopsided wry grin, "Half-angel, you charmer." She ducked her head under his chin, "Wish I'd met her."

He kissed the crown of her hair, "I think you two would have gotten along pretty well."

"You and Sam would never step another foot out of line if we ganged up." Isabel taunted sleepily. She almost told him then, how there were actually five of them in bed, not four.

Instead, she dreamed about it. In her dream, she woke up in a tangle of limbs, hazel eyes inches from her face, "Momma."

Dean was spooned behind her, Sam taking up his half, sprawled with one hand under his face and half of his body hanging off the bed. Ion was curled at the foot of the bed, and a small child was right in the middle, staring at her. "What?"

"I went potty." The kid said, whispering the way only little kids can, meaning, not whispering at all, but rasping.

Her first instinct was to touch the bed under the kid, but it was dry, "Where?"

The kid grabbed her hand and led her down the bed to the tiny exit between Ion and Sam's left foot. "Momma, look!" The kid shrieked, pointing at a hand-painted toddler toilet. Led Zeppelin...naturally. That had Dean written all over it, but she'd never known him to be artistic, at least not outside of drawing runes in blood or salt.

Isabel picked the kid up, a boy, she realized, and sat him on her hip, "Good job, Bud!"

He giggled and kissed her on the cheek, leaving his arms around her neck. She stood, unsure of what to do next, but Sam saved her the trouble, peering around the doorframe, a questioning look on his face, "Success?"

"Yes." Isabel said, and an instant later Sam had the little boy in his arms, the pair making every bit of noise she and the boy hadn't. She left the bathroom, smiling to herself, enjoying every blissful moment of the dream. She paused in front of a door that had been painted navy blue, a name painted in white in her own handwriting. Her eye strayed to the window in the hallway, lined with salt in clear tubing just like her house had been. She couldn't imagine a more perfect life for them. They'd never be normal, but at least they might be able to settle down one day soon, some semblance of a normal family like the one she'd had but the boys had never. The life their mother had wanted for them, the best she could.

Isabel woke up warm and content, until Dean blew cold air into her ear, "Rise and shine! We're butt kicking today!"

She squinted at the alarm clock, "It's one o'clock in the morning."

"Yup, and we're gonna teach you how to fill shot gun shells with Phoenix ash." He said enthusiastically, grabbing her hand just like the little boy in her dream had, and hauled her out of bed. "Let's go!"

Sam slept through it all, and he and Bobby came down stairs a few hours later while Dean filled the last shell and Isabel sipped on a cup of coffee she wished was the real stuff, but all the coffee had mysteriously been rearranged and decaf was all she could find. She was already regretting letting Bobby see the list of rules the doctor had given her, but his self satisfied smirk made up for most of her frustration. Her mood soured again when her douche-bag half brother pretty much appeared out of Dean's ass. Sure, they needed him to locate Eve, but she wanted to smack the clueless look off his face. An hour later, he returned, and Bobby about had a coronary, stepping between Isabel and the woman Castiel had dropped into the room, "Go upstairs, now, Isabel." He ordered while the brothers tried to calm the woman, apparently named Lenore, down. She wasn't going to go away willingly, but hovered on the stairs, crouched so she could see the boys and Lenore, her angel blade in her hand ready to use if she needed to.

"I might as well be a video camera." The woman said bitterly, "What are you thinking? Especially with that thing right here." Her dusty eyes had landed on Isabel.

Bobby stepped closer, drawing her eyes from Isabel, "So, we don't have the element of surprise. We're still going in."

The woman finally gave up a location, Grants Pass, Oregon. She was goading the brothers into killing her when Isabel saw Castiel appear behind her, "Don't you dare!" She yelled, and he froze, hand inches from the back of Lenore's head.

Bobby tried to grab her when she ran to put herself between Lenore and her least favorite brother. "What are you doing?" Lenore asked, sounding like a lost little girl.

Isabel turned her back to her brother, putting a hand on Lenore's shoulder, hating how the woman shuddered under her touch, "We'll do what Dean said. We'll tie you up. You won't hurt anyone else, promise. You'll be okay." She stamped back hard on Castiel's foot and looked over her shoulder at him, "Don't you dare touch her again. Or I'll find out what I can do with the nifty thing in my pocket." Castiel glared at her in disdain, but she ignored him, pleased that he'd grunted just a little. She ticked her head to Bobby, "Where can we put her?"

Bobby grumbled at her the entire walk to his panic room, and Lenore just stared at her, letting herself be led like a small child, "Why are you-?"

Isabel pulled the three of them to a stop, "Because, you didn't ask for this, and you don't enjoy it." She called Daniel on her cellphone and ushered Bobby away, "I'll be fine, go watch the boys." He left, but only because she had her angel blade in her hand. Daniel picked up on the last ring, "Don't come to me, Castiel is here."

Daniel was caught off guard, "Okay, what do you need?"

"You said if they took my blood, it would make them stronger. What if I give one of them my blood? Healing takes will, right? Couldn't I focus it?" Isabel asked in a rush.

"Shit, Iz, what are you doing?" Daniel cursed. "You want to make a monster human?"

"Don't patronize me. Answer the question." She snapped, holding the panic room door open for Lenore. "Yes, she has a good soul." Lenore looked close to completely losing it, so Isabel tried to hurry it along, "What do I do?"

Daniel hummed for a few seconds, "I guess, the intention might change the end result, since you're half human, there's a spell you could try in combination with your blood, but it'll be a long shot. "

Daniel talked her through it, and Lenore just watched with disbelieving eyes. When it came time for Isabel to bleed, she touched Lenore's shoulder, "Please don't try to kill me, I'm pregnant, and I really don't want to have to kill you when I'm trying to save you."

"I won't." Lenore said breathlessly. And she didn't.

"She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style.
And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.
Yeah, they're invincible, and she's just in the background.
And she says,

"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."

He sees them talking with a big smile, but they haven't got a clue.
Yeah, they're living the good life, can't see what he is going through.
They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going.
In the fast lane, living life without knowing."

Cool Kids
By: Echosmith

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