Lily and Dean sat in the doctor's office, waiting for the results. Dean sat for the moment, at least. Only because Lily made him. He had spent most of the time pacing, and it was making Lily nervous. She was now six months pregnant, and very much showing. This was their second appointment to try to determine the sex of the baby. Last time, the baby had been shy, as the doctor said. She couldn't get the angle she needed. They were hoping to have more luck this time.

"Dean," Lily said, taking his hand, "will you love this baby whether it's a boy or a girl?"

"Of course."

"Then stop being so nervous. The important thing is that the baby is healthy."

Dean put his hand on Lily's belly. "I know, sweetheart. I just hate waiting."

He leaned over and kissed her gently, letting his lips linger on hers. A few minutes later, Doctor Rizlow walked in.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said as she walked around them to sit at her desk.

Dean sat forward in his chair, anxious to know if he would have a son or a daughter. With his elbows on his knees, he waited, almost holding his breath.

"Well, Lily," the doctor said, "everything looks fine with you and the baby. All normal."

Dean sat back, taking Lily's hand and giving it a squeeze. He hadn't realized how badly he needed to hear that, too. Everything was okay. Normal, even. So rare for them.

"And you two are still sure you want to know the gender?"

"Yes, ma'am," Dean said quickly.

Lily just nodded. Doctor Rizlow smiled, looking straight to Dean as she gave them the news.

"It's a girl."

Lily watched as a small smile pulled at Dean's lips.

"Seriously," he asked.

"Seriously."

"I think this baby is a girl by sheer force of will," Lily said. She squeezed Dean's hand and he leaned in to give her a quick kiss.

"Have I told you you're awesome?"

"Yes, you have, sweetheart."

The doctor's voice seemed to drift in from a distance. "Just keep doing what you're doing, Lily. That baby will be here before you know it."

Dean stood and shook the doctor's hand. "Thanks, Doc."

"My pleasure."

Dean helped Lily stand and they made their way back to the bunker. Sam and Kevin were in the library when they got back.

"Well?" Sam stood and walked over to Dean and Lily.

"You're going to have a niece," Lily said.

Sam smiled and his eyes flew to Dean. Dean had the biggest smile Sam had seen on him in years. His arm was around Lily, and he pulled her into his side, kissing her temple. Sam hated to intrude, but he couldn't resist. He grabbed Lily and gave her a tight hug.

"That's great!" He pulled back and smiled at Dean before wrapping his arms around him. "Just what you were hoping for."

Kevin walked over and hugged Lily. "Congratulations, you two."

"Thanks, Kev," Dean said. As he pulled back from Sam, his brow furrowed. He left his hands on Sam's arm, not letting him get away. "Dude, you're burning up."

"He is, isn't he," Lily said. "I was thinking maybe I had a hot flash, or something."

"No, he's got a temperature."

"I'm fine." Sam turned to walk away, and his knee slightly buckled. He reached out and grabbed a chair.

Dean took a moment to really look at Sam. "No... You're far from fine. You need to go lie down. And when was the last time you ate something? The bloody handkerchiefs, the fever, the shaky legs... this is not good.

"Well, I'm not good. And I'm not going to be good until we can start moving again. Until I can start the third trial."

"Trial? I wouldn't let you start a moped. We're on the rails with this thing, okay, and the only way out of it is through it. Believe me, I know. And you know how bad I wanna slam the door on all those sons of bitches, but you gotta let me take care of you, man. You gotta let me help you get your strength back."

"This isn't a cold. Or a fever, or whatever it is you're supposed to feed. This is part of it all. Those first two trials... they're not just things I did. They're doing something to me. They're changing me, Dean... And I found something."

"Found what," Lily asked.

"I've been going over Kevin's notes, trying to help finish translating the third trial." Sam grabbed some papers from the table and held them out to Dean and Lily. "This symbol," he said, pointing. "I know it. Now, Kevin has it down as, sort of like a signature for the Scribe of God. It appears every time Metatron makes one of his, uh... like, editor's notes."

"Okay...?" Dean stared at Sam with questioning eyes.

"I think I've seen it before. I mean, it was a long time ago. It was one of my humanities courses at Stanford."

"They taught Word of God at Stanford?"

"No, uh, it was an overview of Native American art. I think it's a petroglyph."

"A petro-what-now?"

Sam turned his attention back to the book he had been scanning through when Dean and Lily walked in. He flipped through several pages, with Dean hovering over his shoulder. Finally, he slammed his palm down on the open book and pointed to the symbol.

"This one," Sam said, "belonged to a tiny tribe in Colorado. It says here they held on to their scrap of mountains when all the other tribes fell to the white men. So this glyph was a territorial marker. Closest translation: messenger of God. Dean, we have to go there!"

"On that hunch? You can barely function."

"Sam," Lily said, "Dean's right. Do you even know what you're looking for if you go there?"

"No, but... I'm only gonna get worse. I mean, until we get back to the real job. Until we can do the third trial. If we can find Metatron, maybe this will all be over."

"And you think this Metatron is hiding out in the mountains with a bunch of Indians," Dean asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I do. We need to do this."

"Okay," Dean said. "Okay. We'll go. But you promise me, man... you gotta tell me if it gets worse."

Sam nodded. "I promise."

Sam turned and headed toward the sleeping quarters.

"Hang on," Dean said. "Where you going?"

"To get my bag."

"No. Not tonight. We'll leave in the morning."

"Dean-"

"I'm not kidding, Sam. In the morning."

Sam wanted to argue, but he was too tired. He nodded and went back to his chair at the table. Dean placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Okay," he said. "Why don't I go see what I can whip up in the kitchen? Who's hungry?"

Lily and Kevin both said they were. Sam stayed quiet, drawing Dean's gaze. As Dean strode off to the kitchen, Lily sat next to Sam, pulling her chair close before lowering herself into it.

"You know he's just looking out for you... trying to take care of you."

"I know," Sam said, staring down at the table. "He needs to stop treating me like a child."

"Sam," Lily said softly as she ran her hand down the back of his head, smoothing his long hair, "you are always going to be his little brother. He will always see it as his responsibility to take care of you. When you two are in your seventies... he will still be taking care of you. I think... that's a nice thought."

Sam gave her a weak smile, but she took it. They all ate, except for Sam, who just sort of pushed his food around on his plate.

When they went to bed, Lily lay on her side. The bigger she got, she found it was the most comfortable position. Dean spooned up behind her and draped his arm over her, leaving his hand on her stomach. This had become their sleeping position. Neither of them said anything for a while, until Lily broke the silence.

"I'd almost gotten used to you two taking small local jobs. I was enjoying having you home so much."

"Me too."

"Just... be careful. And call me whenever you can."

"I will," he said.

They were silent again. Lily was beginning to doze off until she felt a quick pain in her stomach.

"Oh..."

"What?"

Lily smiled, grabbing Dean's hand. "Here."

She moved his hand to the side of her belly, toward the mattress, and pressed his hand in a bit. They waited quietly, and felt the baby kick.

Dean smiled and kissed Lily's neck. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"Looks like she's gonna have another busy night."

Dean sat up a bit, leaning on his elbow. He put his hand to Lily's face, turning it so she could look up at him.

"Do you have any idea... how much I love you and our daughter?"

"I have an inkling," she said with a small smile. "I love you, too, Dean."

They kissed deeply for several minutes before Dean snuggled behind her once again. They lay, feeling the baby kicking, and soon fell asleep.