Here's the last chapter! The sequel, entitled 'Hopeless', will be up sometime tomorrow, so favorite me so you don't miss it! Reviews are awesome!

A White Demon Love Song:

Isabel pulled the door to the panic room closed, with one last glance at a sleeping Lenore. After finishing the spell, Isabel had cut her arm again to test if Lenore still wanted to eat her. Lenore had burst into tears and pulled Isabel into a very human hug. She'd asked that Lenore make herself scarce, but had given her her address in Castlewood, "Stay there as long as you need. There's money in a bag in the tank of the upstairs toilet. Go to the library, my aunt will give you a job if you want it."

Yet again, Castiel soured her mood, glaring impatiently as she rejoined them to head to Grants Pass, leaving Ion behind. Things went fine from there, they found a diner, and proceeded to research all the local stuff, but then Castiel killed the last ounce of tranquility still lingering from her pleasant dream. "I'm powerless." Dean got in a good insult about him being a baby in a trench coat, and Isabel took great joy in the hurt expression on Castiel's face. He looked even more upset when her angel blade slid into her hand under the table with no issues. "You're an abomination. I'm not surprised."

She almost came over the table at him, but Bobby interrupted with his new information, which led to Dean and Castiel going off on their own. Somehow, with less people, the looks Bobby kept giving her were more invasive. He made her wait in the car while he and Sam checked out Dr. Silver's house. At least when they met back up at Ed Bright's house, she got to see the look on Castiel's face when Dean threw out another baby jab. As the brothers walked away, Isabel wagged her blade at him teasingly. Bobby scowled, "Girl, you cut that out."

Castiel stared at her, "He knows."

Isabel wanted to punch him. Yup, pregnancy was making her more violent and more gooey hearted, an odd juxtaposition. "Yes, he does, and as soon as Eve is dead, so will they, not any sooner, you hear me?"

"Yes. I hear you." He replied, but she got the feeling that he'd taken her threat as literal.

In the bar, surrounded by dead bodies that had once been human, Dean pulled Isabel behind the bar when the locals came in. They got to the police station just in time to hear Sam yell, "Jefferson Starships!"

Dean and Isabel made quick work of the three creatures, and, amusingly, being splattered with blood didn't make her feel like she wanted to be sick. Probably just the adrenaline though. She cleaned herself and Dean up with towels from the break room while Bobby interrogated the creature they'd left alive.

The boys found Dr. Silver's two sons when they went to clear the rest of the building, and pulled her from watching Bobby to help them. Although he didn't want to talk, Ryan held on tightly to her hand while Sam and Dean went through a series of tests, and even when they rejoined Bobby and Castiel, he still kept a hold of her. She road behind Sam in the Impala on the way to the kids family, Ryan holding her hand even when he finally leaned into Joe's side to go to sleep. She passed him from her hold to his uncle's, and slipped out behind Sam and Dean, heading back to Grants Pass. She barely kept the diner food down when she saw the remains of the monster Castiel had interrogated.

Isabel stayed outside the diner on 25 Buckley Street, at least until the shutters closed. She kneed Bobby in the balls and ran for the door. Castiel didn't try to stop her, and she tumbled through the doors just as Eve said, "After all, a mother defends her children."

"Really, you're going to use Mother-Of-The-Year as your defense?" Dean scoffed, looking out the corner of his eye to glare at Isabel.

"It happens to be true." She said haughtily, and then Eve turned her youthful gaze to Isabel, "You look pale, dear one. Children do ask so much of their mothers, even before we give them life." Isabel gasped, stepping farther behind Sam. Eve tutted, "Oh, no need to pretend you're afraid. You made the choice to come in, after all. A poor one."

"What the hell is she talking about?" Sam growled, looking as far back as he could without dropping his defensive pose, Dean doing the same.

Isabel straightened slightly. Showing fear wasn't going to work, the jig was up anyway, "You're right, it was a poor choice, but I couldn't send them here to die alone."

Eve smiled, "We could have been great friends, you and I. You are my niece after all, and you're so much more like me than your brothers and sister ever were. Do you even know why it was a poor choice?" Isabel didn't respond, and Eve chuckled softly, eyes turning cold, "You do. A mother should never put her child in danger the way you have. I find myself increasingly disenchanted by you just for that."

Both brothers turned to Isabel, but it was Dean who got the words out first, "What child?

Isabel swayed a little at the reality of it all, a hand over her mouth as she finally whispered, "I'm pregnant."

"What? Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked breathlessly.

Isabel put a hand on his arm, attempting to mollify him, "I only found out two days ago, I was trying to find the right time-"

"How about before we came here!" Dean yelled, cutting her off, and jerking her away from Sam, holding both of her forearms and shaking her lightly.

Eve sighed dramatically, "Oh, Dean, don't hurt her. There's still so much fun to be had. After all, the biggest question here is: Whose the daddy? What if it's Sam's? All that demon blood, conceived while he was missing parts of his soul. That's why she didn't tell you. You two would force a paternity test, and if it was Sam's, you'd make her get rid of it. Especially since the child is already draining her Grace. Nephilim are never so scuffed up, she's not healing properly. You two would be afraid that the child would consume it's mother. Isabel is a mother in that aspect. She hid it's existence because she knows that the biggest threat to her baby is the two of you."

"Let me go. That's not why." Isabel whispered, tears filling her eyes as she tried to pull away from Dean. "Please, Dean, let me go!"

He held fast, searching her face with his impossible green eyes, "We wouldn't do that."

"That's not the point. And it's my baby, I wouldn't let you." Dean's hands fell away and she stumbled back, hands clutching the fabric over her stomach as she watched them.

"We wouldn't." Sam said, echoing his brother's voice.

"You would. To protect your nephilim, you would both do it. They're both as good as human right now though, no need to worry." Eve said easily.

"Why would you care?" Isabel asked, allowing Sam to pull her behind him.

"We're family. You may be a little stupid, but you haven't done anything against me. I'm curious as to the outcome as well, though. Like my own children, you just never really know what you're going to get." Eve pondered her hand, "Children always love their mothers though, don't they?"

"Why would we want to kill it?" Dean asked, hating that the woman he'd come to kill was the one he needed information from.

"Nephilim aren't meant to have children. Most female nephilim don't have a Grace strong enough to support a child, and one or both die." She grinned, "Isabel's her mother's daughter though, lots of Grace, bursting at the seams, actually. More than enough to balance the drain motherhood will put on her. If I don't kill you all, of course."

"You'd kill me? Thought you said we were family?" Isabel challenged.

Eve laughed, "You don't think about that when you go around killing your cousins. You've genetically dodged the bullet, but your impending death has just changed faces."

"Do you know why all your little creatures want my blood?" Isabel asked. Eve didn't answer, and she smiled, "They're under the assumption that my blood while I'm pregnant will rid them of their handicaps. They don't like what they are."

Eve glared, just an instant from jumping at them. Dean pulled Isabel back behind him, "Let's not antagonize the Hell Queen, okay?"

Eve shimmered, turning into a beautiful blonde woman Isabel had never seen, but from the way the brothers recoiled, she knew who it was. Mary Winchester. "There, maybe you'll understand a mother's love if I look a little more like this."

"Oh, you bitch." Dean cursed, looking away.

"She died to protect you, didn't she?" Eve said easily, glancing back at Isabel, who'd managed to get her fear under control. She had Bobby on her side, and Daniel, she'd be able to make them understand. They just needed to live through Eve first. "See? You understand a mother's love. Well, not you, Isabel, your mother is a sanctimonious, self-centered bitch, but you understand it the other way around, don't you? I'm no different."

"All right, you know what? Don't talk to her. Conversation's over. If you're gonna kill us, kill us, just let her go." Dean growled, and Sam gripped Isabel's hand behind his back.

Eve looked offended, "You? No. It's Crowley I want dead."

The brothers shared a confused look, and Dean said, "Well, you're too late there. That little limey mook roasted months ago."

Eve smiled pleasantly, "Crowley's alive."

Sam spoke again, "That's impossible."

Eve scoffed, coming around the counter, "I see his face through the eyes of every child he strings up and skins." She settled next to Sam, touching Isabel's cheek fondly, "Any idea why he's hurting my babies?"

"He wants Purgatory, right?" Dean stammered, eyes fixed on where Eve was touching Isabel. Eve laughed, and he continued, "Location, location, location."

Eve rolled her eyes, "Is that what he told you? It's about the souls."

"Well what about them?" Sam asked, his hand getting a squeeze from Isabel.

Eve scoffed again, "They're power, you simple little monkey. Fuel. Each soul a beautiful, little nuclear reactor. Isabel here has a particularly strong one." She said, patting Isabel's cheek before pacing back behind them. "Put them together, you have the sun. Now, think what the King of Hell could do with that vast, untapped oil well...how powerful he'd be. Now Crowley wants to siphon off my supply, and torture my children to do it? Okay, fine. I'll quit playing nice. I'll turn you all. Every soul- mine. Let's see how hot his hell burns when everyone comes to me." She made a face, "He asked for it."

Dean cleared his throat, "You know, last I checked, there are a few billion of us. That plan might take a while."

"What exactly do you think I'm doing here?" Eve exclaimed, gesturing around them, "I'm building the perfect beast."

"Wait a second-" Sam said, realization dawning on his face, "All those- All those things we've been finding."

Eve shrugged, "Call it beta-testing."

Dean licked his lips, "Well, I think your formula might be a little off."

The conversation took a terrible turn, and Isabel gripped the counter behind her, "No."

Eve smiled at her, "Yes, little Ryan. He liked you, you're family now. He sensed a cousin." She tutted at them, "You look upset. If it makes you feel any better, Ryan was bound to work on you, little wayward orphan...like yourselves." She pinched Sam's cheek, a mockery of affection, "There's nothing you can do about it now, so let's talk."

Sam scoffed, "Nothing to say."

"Well, that's where you're wrong." Eve took Isabel's free hand in her own, clasping it motheringly, "I have an offer to propose. Crowley. As you know, not so easy to find. So, here's the deal. Isabel stays with me so we can have some girl time and talk babies. You two find him, bring him to me, and I let the four of you live."

"Pass." Dean said instantly.

"Dean." Isabel and Sam said in stunned unison.

"No. The answer is no." He said firmly, refusing to look at either of them directly.

Eve cocked her head, her hands tightening on Isabel's, "You say that like you have another option."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He said cockily.

"You think?" Eve said, putting one of her hands on Isabel's stomach, a silent threat that had the half angel trembling. She nearly fainted when Bobby and Castiel were dragged in by Jefferson Starships. Eve sighed dramatically, "Well, so much for your plan "B". She narrowed in on Castiel, "I'm older than you, Castiel, far older. I know what makes angels tick. As long as I'm around, consider yourself...unplugged. Isabel, I like, and she's hardly more than a baby herself, not much of a threat to me." She winked at the half-siblings, walking back around the counter, "Work for me. It's a good deal." They refused to reply, and Eve sighed, "Bonus, I won't kill your friends."

"All right, look. The last few months, we were working for an evil dick. We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. We don't work with demons. We don't work with monsters. And if that means you got to kill us, then kill us." Dean spat at her.

Eve hummed, "Or, I turn you...Isabel excluded of course, too much Grace, but then you would do what I want anyway."

Dean clenched his jaw, "Beat me with a wire hanger, answer's still no."

Eve was behind him in the blink of an eye, Sam standing, forcing Isabel behind him, but they were both grabbed. "Don't. Test me." Eve hissed in his ear.

Dean had to goad her further, "Bite me." And she did. Sam and Isabel struggled against their captors, screaming his name. They fell limp when Eve started coughing, and Dean turned, hand on his bleeding neck, to gloat, "Phoenix ash. One shell. One ounce of whiskey. Down the hatch." Isabel could have strangled him. "Little musty on the afterburn." He put on a wistful smile, "Call you later, mom."

After a few seconds of watching, Isabel had to turn away, and when Eve went down, Castiel quelled the instantly violent creatures. Sam looked at the angel, "Hey, Cas. Dean's bleeding pretty good."

Ah, the silent treatment had begun. Isabel ignored that Sam had addressed the comment to Castiel and went to Dean who was looking a bit grey, "I think she turned me into a Jefferson Starship."

"Shh." Isabel cooed, putting her hand over his for a second before pulling away. "All right, we're good."

Dean glared at her, "Oh, we are far from good right now, Baby Girl. We've got to go take care of Ryan, and then we are having a very long discussion with copious amounts of alcohol for me and Sammy." He looked to her brother, "Castiel, let's go."

Both boys were dead when they arrived, their uncle too, by demons, which gave great credence to the idea that this Crowley was still alive. Castiel vanished to 'look into it', and Bobby let the wrecking ball swing towards the Winchesters, proposing that Castiel had intentionally staged Crowley's death. Dean protested, and Sam didn't. Isabel didn't have an opinion. She was planning on making herself as unnoticeable as possible for as long as possible.

That lasted until Dean went to let Lenore out of Bobby's panic room, and she wasn't there. "Where the hell is Lenore?"

Isabel shored up her confidence, "I let her go."

"Why the hell would you do that?" Dean exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief.

Isabel looked down at her hands, "I made her human. Well, the baby and I did." She took a deep breath, "I'll let you read, but, basically, while I'm pregnant, my blood can be used by creatures to remove their vulnerabilities. All the strength, powers, and teeth, none of the silver allergy or being booted by exorcisms. Daniel told me to hold off on telling you two because Eve needed to die, and if you knew before, you'd be distracted."

Dean looked away, "He was probably right." He looked back at her as Sam left the room, "Are you okay? I mean, Bobby said ya'll went to the hospital." He winced and waved in the general direction of her stomach, "Everything okay?"

Isabel couldn't keep her eyebrows from raising in amusement, and patted herself on the stomach, "Yup, and I already got an email that all my blood work came back perfectly normal. I'm fine, baby's fine, and you two are fine. We'll deal with Crowley soon."

Sam returned, "Called your house, Lenore's all settled, asked where the keys to your car were." He smiled slightly, "Said she wanted to run to the store because she was craving bagels. Also, she said your potted plant is dead and she's pretty sure you've got cats living under the porch."

"Glad she's okay. Not so happy about my plant. Guess the watering bulb ran dry." Isabel said, standing and gesturing for them both to stay put, "I'll be right back." She went up to their room, Ion following close behind, and returned with her laptop and the sonogram photo. She sat them both in Sam's lap, hoping he'd say something. He looked up at her, refusing to look at the little square photograph, "Sam, I'm fine. Blood work results are up on my computer if you want to check. The only thing remotely out of the ordinary is my healing ability, and it kind of makes sense."

Sam had his bitchface on, and snapped, "Sense? How's that?"

"After I saved Will, I was exhausted, pretty much for days. I think if I'd healed Gwen, I would have lost the baby, so my body cut that ability off at a certain threshold. I feel awful about Gwen, I do." He didn't say anything, "Oh, give me that." Isabel snatched the photo up and handed it to Dean, who stared in amazement.

"We are so in over our heads." He whispered, staring at the tiny grey blob while Sam opened her laptop, undoubtably scouring the numbers for something off.

Bobby sat beers down on the coffee table between the brothers, "How do you think I've felt with the two of you all these years?" He looked between the three of them, hand on Ion's massive head, "Don't worry, kids, the mutt and I'll keep you from drowning."

Isabel looked at Sam, trying not to let his anger get to her. She understood why, because Eve was right, Sam was going to worry that his tattered soul would affect the baby if it was his. He'd never stop worrying, not until they did a paternity test, but even then, it could confirm his fears. Isabel sighed, settling onto the sofa next to Dean, who didn't look away from the photograph of their future, "We'll need you, Bobby. You can count on that."

He nodded, "Of course you will, you bunch of idjits." He pat Ion again, "Mutt here's the only other one that's got any sense." They all went to bed after that, except Sam. He wasn't talking and refused their attempts to get him to go upstairs with them.

When Isabel snuck down the stairs in the middle of the night to satiate her sweet tooth, she draped a blanket over her giant, who was stretched out on Bobby's sofa, making the thing look tiny. She was finishing off some pie when he came into the kitchen, staring thoughtfully at her while she raised the last bite to her lips. "We're really doing this?"

Isabel was caught off-guard by him actually speaking to her. She and Dean'd been prepared for Sam to give her the silent treatment for more than just a few hours. She nodded slowly, "I am." She sighed, pushing the plate away from her, "I'm not going to force either of you into anything. Just drop me back off in Castlewood and Lenore and I'll play roomies for a while if you don't want me around. Aunt Alice'll be thrilled."

"Fuck, no!" Sam exclaimed, running his hands anxiously through his hair, "You're not going anywhere unless one of us is with you." He looked defeated, "I'm not going to be the person Eve thought I was going to be. I'm not going to hurt you like that." He took a deep breath, looking intensely at her, "I'm not gonna breathe easy until I know for sure I haven't fucked the kid up, though."

Isabel was on him in a second, wrapping her arms around his torso, "Oh, Sam."

He held her stiffly, "What?"

She looked up at him, chin on his chest, "You have no idea how much that won't happen. You are so kind and gentle. There's nothing in you that could possibly screw anyone up. The fact that you're worried in the first place is all I need to know."

"Know what?" He asked, hazel eyes shifting colors in the faint light.

"That you're gonna be one of the two best dads ever." She smiled up at him.

He smiled back, just a little, but it was enough to make the tension in her chest dissolve, "Guess I'm gonna have to do my best. You've got high expectations."

"She always does." Dean said, startling them both. He was shirtless and bleary eyed, "Spend so much time with three people and a dog in one bed, it's hard to sleep alone." He looked at the nonexistent space between them, "You two made up?"

Isabel looked to Sam, and he nodded, "Yeah. Just as long as she promises to keep us in the know from now on, and keeps her ass out of dangerous situations."

Isabel stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, "Of course. We just have to hope Bobby doesn't get sick of me hanging around here. We could always go back to Castlewood though, since that's closer to where my idiot brother hauled us to the hospital."

"We'll see." Sam frowned, "Can I..." He cleared his throat, "Can I see the sonogram?"

Isabel gestured to Dean, who groaned, "Don't bend it.", and pulled the photo out of his duffle where he'd stashed it before bed.

Sam stared at it for a few minutes before walking to the fridge and pinning the picture up next to one of Bobby and their dad. "Next time, need to get more than one picture."

"You got it." Isabel answered instantly. "I go back in a month."

"That long?" Sam exclaimed, surprised.

She nodded, "Yeah, like I said, everything looked totally normal. No need to worry." She yawned, and Sam scooped her up.

"Come on, let's get back to sleep." He said, letting Dean go up the stairs first.

Dean sighed, "Yeah, 'cause we've got to start hunting Crowley tomorrow."

Isabel groaned when Sam rolled her from his arms onto the bed, "Yay. All researching, no ass kicking. I'm so excited. Love you guys."

-THE END -