"Cas, don't." I begged. He had just told me this… this insane plan. Teaming up with the angels? When had that ever worked before? "It's a bad idea."

"I think it would be wise to seek out all the help we can get." He argued. "You have the Men of Letters doing everything they can with what they have, and the angels have other abilities that may be useful as well in finding Dagon."

"The angels are a bunch of fucking self-entitled douchebags with daddy issues and hatred for anything that isn't exactly like them." I replied. "They're the equivalent of high-school clique bitches that also just so happen to be related to the principal."

"I don't understand what any of that means," Cas started with. "But they're changing. They're working together for once."

"Yeah, because it's a Nephilim being born." I responded. "If it was just Lucifer, they wouldn't be doing shit. If it was you or me in danger, they wouldn't be doing shit. If it was our kid, they'd be trying to kill me and then once the deed was done, they'd be back to the same shitty infighting and the same shitty asshole-ery they're always up to."

"What makes you think we would spawn a Nephilim?" Castiel asked suddenly.

"What?" I asked, shaking my head. "What, no Cas, that's not the point." He ran with it anyways.

"Did you think of… us… bearing a child?" He asked.

"Cas, that's not the point here." I repeated.

"But did you?" He asked. "You are as fully aware as the rest of us how powerful Lucifer is, and subsequently how powerful his child could be, yet when you first met Kelly…" He furrowed his brows for a moment. "You were adamant that she be allowed to keep the Nephilim if she wanted. But now you are helping to find her and the thing inside of her." He looked me square in the eyes. "Why?"

"You mean besides the fact that this woman is trying to figure it all out on her own?" I asked. "That she is carrying Lucifer's child, something she was not aware would be happening until we all showed up, and has to accept that fact and learn how to deal with it on her own? Did you think that maybe, just maybe, I wanted to find her so that she could have a choice again? To have people there for her, no matter what choice was made?! TO HAVE SOME FUCKING SUPPORT?!" I took a few breaths, determined to get myself back under control. Behind me, however, a cyclone the size of my fist had been created and subsequently put out. "Cas, this isn't about me. This is about a woman with everything in creation looking for her to kill her, and you want to team up with the guys that would do it without a second thought?"

"If this child is born, it would mean the end for all of us." Castiel replied. "It would mean certain death and destruction, especially for Kelly."

"Why especially for Kelly? It's her kid?"

"It will kill her, if it's born." He responded. "The power it possesses will absolutely kill her." I stopped then, letting that fact sink in.

"She deserves a right to know, then." I stated. "She deserves to be informed about everything, and to be able to make a decision with all the available information."

"Then what do you think the Men of Letters will ask you to do, once we've found her?" Castiel tried.

"I think they'll want to offer her safe haven, away from creatures like Dagon and the angels so that she can make her choice in an environment where all her options are actually available." I replied. "They haven't said anything to me about killing her, and I don't think that they will."

"Neither have the angels." Castiel pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"We both know they're going to want her dead." I argued. "You can't be this blind, Castiel. You have to know that."

"Maybe that would be safest." Castiel stated. I didn't say anything for a few moments, staring at him. He had just suggested that killing an innocent woman was the best course of action.

"If it was me, would you still be saying that?" I asked him, unable to believe he had just suggested killing Kelly.

"It wouldn't be you." He finally said. "Because you wouldn't be in this situation, and we wouldn't spawn a Nephilim."

"What if I imagined having a kid with you?" I went on ahead and continued. "You want to make this about why I want her to have a choice and whether or not I wanted to have a kid with you, fine. The thought crossed my mind every so often, about having a normal life and a family with you." I gritted my teeth, meeting his gaze head-on. "So what if it was me, Castiel? What if it was me, pregnant with a Nephilim? Could you kill me, for safety? Or would it just be to destroy an abomination?"

"That's not the point."

"You were trying to make it the point earlier." I held my ground with this one. "What if it was me, Castiel? What would you chose to do then?" He didn't answer, though. He stood there, holding my gaze for maybe a minute longer before looking away, and didn't say a word.

His silence was answer enough, though. I shook my head, determined to keep my emotions in check. "Unbelievable." I said. "Un-be-freakin-lievable, Cas. I… No." I gritted my teeth. "I'm not going to let you murder her, Castiel. You or any of the angels."

"I know." He stated. "I'm not going to let Lucifer's child be born, though." He took a breath, finally looking at me. "Can't you see that I'm doing this because I want you to be safe?" He asked. "Lucifer's child means the end of everything. There is nothing that could stop that powerful of a Nephilim. If it wanted to kill you, it could without there being anything I or anyone else could do to stop it. If it wanted to destroy the world, there is nothing that could be done." He tried to grasp my shoulders, but I took a step away from him. "I want to keep you safe, to keep the world safe. Is that such a bad goal?"

"You want to keep me safe at the cost of her freedom of choice." I responded. "That's not right, Cas, and you know that."

"No, this Nephilim is not right, and this argument is not right." He replied, looking at me with the most pained expression. "When did we stop being on the same team?" He finally asked, sounding… defeated. "When did we stop being a team?"

I could feel it too, feel that defeat. "I don't know." I answered. "Maybe… Maybe we're just… I don't know. Going through a rough patch?" It felt weak even as I was saying it, though. Something was wrong with us. I still loved the hell out of him, but… Neither of us were the same people we used to be, but that seemed to just be the same thing we kept saying.

"Maybe." He agreed. "I still love you."

"And I love you too." I leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I just… I don't know. I think we're both looking at this from two different perspectives, and we're not taking a moment to look at it from the other's."

"OK." Castiel took a moment to think. "You don't want to kill Kelly because you think something good can still be done, and that that isn't the answer." I nodded, and took a moment to think from his point of view.

"You want to work with the angels because you miss your own people, even though you won't admit it, and you want to help and do good and save people again." Castiel took a moment before nodding.

"So what do we do?" He asked.

"I still don't trust the angels." I said, sighing. "But you also still don't trust the Men of Letters, and yet you're alright with me working with them and having them help us. So, if you trust them, I trust you."

"And I know you don't want to kill Kelly." He agreed. "And I know that if it comes to both of us being there, at the same time, then you will do whatever it takes to save her. But you also don't make decisions solely from your heart anymore, you think more with it and chose what the smartest and most beneficial course of action is. You work with those in mind that you want to save, and do everything you can as quickly and intelligently as you can to accomplish just that. So… I trust you too." He said. "I will work with the angels to prevent killing Kelly, if any other options can be found so that she may remain alive."

"And as for her child…" We both looked at each other. Neither of us really knew what to do about that. On one hand, Lucifer's kid would definitely be powerful and trouble. However, it was still a kid, and had no control over who it's parents were. "Why don't we look in to some different options?" I asked. "And we see which option Kelly choses?" Castiel thought for a moment, and nodded.

"We both will." Castiel agreed, however he sounded hesitant.

"So I guess you're leaving to work with the angels soon?" I asked. He nodded.

"I have to meet them at the playground." He replied. I figured. "Do you want to join me?"

"I doubt the angels will want me." I reminded him, raising an eyebrow. "I may go see what the Men of Letters have dug up on Louis. Crowley had a last name for me, by the way. Abernathy." I shrugged. "Maybe I'll get something from that."

"Hopefully." He agreed. "Are you going to stay in America?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. "Depends on where they send me."

"Will you make me a promise?" He asked. I nodded. "Will you promise that you'll stay safe?"

"You know I can't promise that."

"Then… promise me you won't be dead." He tried. "That you'll make sure I know, somehow, that you're still alive." I nodded, thinking for a moment.

"I've got an idea." I finally said, looking through my pockets. It would be a bit of a complicated spell, but it should work. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course." I pulled out a… a rock. Fuck, that was shitty.

"What do you have in your pockets?" I asked him. He rooted around for a moment, and pulled out… another rock.

Well fuck, if all we have are rocks, then rocks will do. I snagged it from him, and pulled a pocketknife from my boot. I made a quick cut across my palm, ignoring the stinging sensation as I gripped one of the rocks as tightly as possible. Castiel took the knife from me, and followed suit with the other rock.

"Hoc erit signum posuit in sanguine, ut sisterent animam meam." This will put a sign in blood, to present my soul. I could feel the rock in my hand warm up for a moment, and I nodded at Castiel.

"Oi gahalana aala a saanir a canilu adagita odzamran en mononusa." I looked over at Castiel in amazement as he released his own rock. "For an angel, Enochian is the best to use for denotating a token to show life." He explained, handing me his rock. I handed him my own, smiling.

"This is how I'll keep my promise." I told him, looking at our rocks. They were both warm, but not a painful heat. Just enough to remind you it was there. "If you feel it, and it's freezing cold, you'll know I'm… I'm gone." I said. "Same thing for yours I have."

"Thank you." He said, putting the rock in one of his pockets.

"No problem." I looked across at him, uncertain of what to do now. "When do you need to leave?"

"Sooner rather than later, I would imagine." He said. "However… I would like to spend one more night in your company, if that is alright." I smiled, hugging him tightly.

"Of course it is." I replied. I had a lot of paperwork on my end to do, considering how helping Sam and Dean had been me getting involved in a Men of Letters assignment. More would probably need to be done if I decided to transfer back to London until the heat died down on me. But it could definitely, and I mean DEFINITELY, wait until morning. All of this, us separating again for a little bit… Could wait until morning.

"Kylie," Castiel said, gripping my hand tightly. His voice seemed a little more urgent this time. I looked over, concerned for a moment. His face was determined, but kind. "It wouldn't be you, because I would keep you safe above all else. I want to make sure you understand that." He held my gaze firmly. "I love you. And… I wish that was an option for us. I wish I could be human for you, and live a normal human life with you."

"I don't." I replied. "I wouldn't take you any other way."

So we got ready for bed, my head back on his chest like normal. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me just a little tighter than normal.

"I love you." He whispered again. "And after this… I want us to move back in together." He spoke extremely hurried, now. "I want that life we used to be working towards. I'm not asking you to marry me again, but I want to try and reclaim what we are."

"I think…" I nodded. "I think that I can do that." I thought again. "We can't get our old place back though. I'm pretty certain that those guys who got married are still there."

"Then we'll find a new place." Castiel promised. "We'll look for one together, this time." I laughed a little bit.

"You've put a lot of thought in to this, haven't you?" I asked, smiling.

"I just…" He took a breath. "I hate that we're consistently having to be away from each other, now. I feel as though it's become a pattern that some days just… makes no sense to me."

"I know." I agreed. "I hate it too. But I think that we're working towards that ending." I added. "I mean, think about it. What's the big problem of the year? A pregnant woman." I shrugged. "I think we've got a real chance of getting all this stupid, domino-effect shit finished once and for all. We just have to finish with this and from there," I glanced up at him. "We'll figure it out. I have faith that we will."

"Thank you." He said. "I do as well."

We fell asleep like that, more than likely ignoring our uncertainty and fear about the future. For one more night, we were just… Just us. And that was alright.

We could afford one more night.