October 18

"Rae, come on, we're gonna be late." The sun was peering through the horizon as the morning began. Wind gently rustling the leaves and the air was crisp. People were beginning to wake up and start their day. However, the three people living in the bunker have no way of knowing it as they live underground. They have been for the past two to three weeks.

He pressed his right ear against the door. He couldn't hear a thing. He rapped the door to get her attention. No response. Second time, louder, which was a mistake, because next thing he knew, some thing, like a shoe or book, hit the door, making him jump a few inches away.

He tilted his head in response. Anybody would get upset, but he didn't. Instead he said, "Girl, the appointment is at...well..." Confusion took over the man. When he came from the kitchen to Rae's room, he was holding a half-eaten blueberry muffin on his left hand, a coffee mug, and a smartwatch on his right slender wrist.

"Give me a minute," he mumbled to no one in particular, fumbling awkwardly. But when he finally figured out that he can place his muffin on top of his coffee, another loud bang reverberated and an irritated voice on the opposite side of the door once again interrupted and startled him.

"I know what time it is! Ugh!" Rae blasted with attitude. "Dammit." A few more curse words, albeit muffled, echoed through. Whatever she was doing behind the oak door did not faze him at all, but he didn't want to be near it either, just in case, and moseyed on over, away from the room.

He carried an amused and proud look on his face. After all, he was able to look at his watch and eat his muffin at the same time, until another conundrum. His face twisted while thinking out loud. "So, how do I drink my coffee?"

Out of nowhere, a deep rumbling voice answered him with a different type of irritation. "Use your free hand to move the muffin." He usually doesn't say much without his first sip of coffee. So, this was a surprise.

The tall, lanky man did what he was told and a goofier smile appeared on his face, satisfied as he bit into his muffin. "Well, mornin', Dean," Garth beamed with a sing-song voice. Dean, on the other hand, was unamused.

Both men shared a staring contest in front of his room with Dean looking away first, shaking his head in defeat. Many things went through his mind about his brother, but he let it go. It was too early without coffee. What came out was another sigh. Instead of entertaining Garth any further, which was probably going to aggravate him more, he swiped the mug from Garth and drank the contents with gusto.

"Coffee..." He let out, enjoying the richness of the beverage he stole from his brother. It was no surprise. After all, they were brothers, but Garth's face crumpled a little bit as he watched his big brother drink the coffee he made with perfection. To make matters worse, Dean handed him an empty cup.

"How was the coffee, bro?!" Garth shot back with an attitude, peering in to the mug and turning it over for effects. Dean shrugged, still not understanding the situation. If he did, he didn't care. This time, it was Garth's turn to sigh. Out of nowhere, Garth reached out with his empty hand attempting to do something with Dean's bed hair.

"Could use less creamer and sugar," the other replied shamelessly, dodging Garth's hands. "Black coffee is for men. Just like meat. And will you stop touching my hair?!" Coffee-less arm swatting Garth's long arms, swerving side-to-side.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop fussing! You have bed hair." Garth ended up saying, accompanied by, "...jerk," under his breath.

Dean looked at Garth straight in the eye and furrowed his brow. "Hm? You said something, little brother?" They both knew he heard what Garth said. He grabbed his lower right earlobe and moved closer. "Say what now?"

Garth backed up a bit, like a scared animal. When it came to hand-to-hand combat or anything physical with Dean, he knew he was toast. Roughhousing with Dean was not a good idea. He scooted a few inches more towards Rae's room, but Dean wasn't letting up. "I didn't-"

"Hey, Garth," the female voice yelled out from behind the door, which rang throughout the hallway. "I'll meet you in the car. Okay?"

Garth was stuck between a wall and Dean, like a rock and a hard place. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to move, so he didn't, but responded to Rae's suggestion. "Yeah, I can do that." He found his voice, but it was shaky. His eyes never left Dean's and neither did Dean, who seemed bothered by the exchange between the two.

"Um..." awkward pause, thinking, "And uh, bring a muffin and a cup of coffee with you. Will ya, luv?" Her voice echoed through the long, beige-colored hallway once more.

"Uh, y-yeah," he answered, more quietly this time, still staring at his big brother's aggravated face: nasal flaring, brows fusing together almost looking like a monobrow (maybe a stripper twerking?...which reminded him of a youtube video he saw a few months ago), upper lip disappearing.

"Uh..." Garth puckering his lips like a duck's ass, suppressing a laugh. Dean lost all credibility.

"Luv? You got some explainin' to do, 'Garth.' So talk," grumbled Dean, pushing Garth against the wall until he couldn't, while the other was laughing his ass off.-

Rae couldn't believe that in a matter of 2 weeks, she could no longer fit her clothes. Since the whole ordeal with Rick, Heidi, Dean, the supernatural world, she hasn't been feeling herself. The days when she used to workout, gone. Face-to-face classes, gone. Hanging out with Heidi or the archangel Gabriel, whatever or whoever she is, not really gone, but she might as well be.

In her windowless room with gray walls were a few knick-knacks to make it homey, an attempt by Heidi. It was a nice bedroom, but somehow it felt cold and isolated. Above her queen-sized bed were a few posters: one that says WE ARE STRONGER TOGETHER, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, MISTAKES ARE PROOF THAT YOU ARE TRYING. The first time she saw it, she rolled her eyes.

To the left of her bed was a white dresser and a floor-length mirror. To the right is a closet full of clothes that no longer fit her and a half-bath. In front of her was the same ikea-bought desk with a laptop, desk lamp, a picture of her and Heidi, another picture of her and some guy in uniform. Right above it was a wall-mounted flat screen tv, which was quietly playing a show about two brothers.

She sat at the edge of her bed halfway naked, massaging her temples. She had to get out and do something out there. Doing classes online and having Garth kept her occupied, but being outside...And when Garth is not there, it's just her and her laptop.

Heidi was there until she left. Something about a katako or cambion. And that she needed to warn her siblings, her family. That was a week ago and she hasn't heard from her ever since.

"Are you sure that's what Rick said?" Heidi asked with alarm in her voice. It was sheer panic. "I have to tell my brothers and sisters at once." She ended with finality.

Rae regarded the angel with suspicious eyes. She was still pissed of the betrayal, but she casted that aside for the meantime. Right now, a more pressing issue. She really didn't want to think about Rick after what she went through, but whatever Rick told her before the archangel ended him was distressing. She was right. "He said that there's going to be an uprising with demons and cambions, that he and Azazel were gonna be rulers along with Lucifer."

They were in the kitchen, each occupying their own space. Rae and Heidi at the kitchen table, Dean leaning over the counter, pensive. Rae shivered. She just learned about angels and demons, that supernatural exist, and now Lucifer. The gift that kept on giving.

First, her heart began racing. It was trying to beat itself out of her chest. She tried to draw slow deep breaths, but she felt trapped. Her breathing audibly shallow and fast. Subconsciously, she began massaging the bridge of her nose. Out of nowhere, she said angrily, "Don't!" It was directed at Heidi who was reaching for her, while Dean remained stationary, watching her.

He decided to speak first to break the awkwardness. Whatever 'issue' the angel and Rae are going through, they have to fix it. "Rick mentioned Azazel." It was more of a statement than a question, but Rae nodded her head, turning to him. He seemed older compared to the last time they met and that was only two months ago. She wondered about him more than she would ever admit.

"Now's not the time," she chided herself. She didn't realize that Dean was staring at her. When she caught his eyes, she turned away first.

"What are katakos or cambions?" Rae asked. Did she really want to know? Not really, but...she placed her hand on her belly, and it was settled that she wanted to know.

"It's a bit hazy since none came to being, but they're of a human and demon offspring. They're incredibly strong, but they're hard to create." Heidi started explaining. Anyone can see and sense that the archangel, but both humans stayed where they were not offering any aid. She paused to compose herself and continued.

"Anyway, like I said they're hard to create. One is that the demon's host has to be a virgin."

"That explains the disappearances," Dean stated and shared his interaction with Naomi at the hospital.

"Ah, so you weren't there for a piece of ass," Heidi sneered.

"That's it! I'm sick and tired of your attitude!" Dean shot back, finger pointing at Heidi. "What the fuck is your problem?!" One minute he was leaning against the counter, the next in front of Heidi nose-to-nose.

None was backing down. "You wanna know?" The angel egged on. "You," she hissed like acid.

Rae was about to interrupt the twosome when someone busted in to the kitchen with 4 large paper bags. "Hey, bitches! I brought provisions!" Garth cheerfully proclaimed unknowingly in a very tense room. As soon as he placed the bags on the counter, both Dean and Heidi walked away in different directions, leaving Rae with pleading eyes. She apologetically smiled at Garth with tears flowing and left.

"What did I do?" Garth said to an empty room.

She felt bad about how she treated Garth a few minutes ago. He was just trying to help and she was being a bitch. She knew she was wrong. "Guess I'll have to apologize," she murmured.

"What do you think, baby?" She asked lazily as she rubbed her growing belly, waiting for a response. To everyone else, she doesn't look pregnant. But her baby is the size of a lime and growing. Today was her official initial visit and she was told that her appointment was an hour long. She was more scared than excited, but Garth will be there with her. Somewhat like Heidi, Garth has some calming effect on her.

She scrunched her face for a minute and thought about that. Garth but not Dean. "I don't think he'll care," she thought. She gave it a few more and convinced herself. "Nah, he doesn't care. Probably busy anyway. Or not interested." She was sad for a quick second and the feeling of sadness disappeared just as fast.

She got up and looked herself in the mirror. Her black cheeky underwear hugged her curve, but the matching black lacy bra did not want to cooperate. That was what got her very upset in the first place and Garth got the brunt of it and her fictional book splayed on the floor in front of the door. What were once a 38 C were now bigger with areolas darker and wider. She will have to find a way to cover them or she will have to rest them on her arms the whole time she was out.

She stared at herself a little longer, her tummy to be exact. "I know you're in there, lovebug. I just want to let you know I love you so much," she whispered delicately, patting her stomach. "I don't know if your daddy is excited, but mommy is."

Her eyes caught the time off her phone resting on the white dresser. "Oh shit!" She still didn't have anything to wear, but she knew exactly what she was grabbing: a pink camisole with a built-in bra, a gray hooded sweatshirt, and a beige high-rise woven cargo pants with an elastic band plus sneakers. One more look at the mirror and she was ready for her appointment. Before walking out her room, she noticed Dean's brown worn down leather jacket hanging on her desk chair. She never knew why she kept it, but she grabbed it anyway to complete her ensemble along with her little backpack.

"I'm sorry, Garth," she apologized, huffing and puffing. It took her a few turns to get to the garage. She must have gone to the war room more than twice before she realized she had to turn right instead of left and up the steps. "We need an app to get around this bunker! Ridiculous!" The door creaked as she opened and closed it. The car roaring in the background, crisp sound that everyone knew. She was so engrossed on her phone that she failed to notice the vehicle she was getting into because of an email she received about some project.

"You and I are gonna have to go shopping, luv. Nothing fits me anymore! Not even my bra. I mean, one day they were normal, the next day, boom!" She enacted with her free hand in front of her breasts. No holds barred when speaking with Garth, that's how comfortable she was with him.

"Do you have the address to the clinic?" She asked, still on her phone, typing away like a madman. "The appointment is at 10:00 and you know how you do. You won't even go past 5 miles over the speed limit. It is 8:30. We should have enough time.

And oh, coffee and muffin?" She was starving since she got up and she has been craving for the blueberry muffin they bought yesterday from the grocery store.

"Muffin, but no coffee." He announced. She froze. The voice wasn't Garth's but Dean's. She turned her head slowly like those in a slasher film and sure enough, it was Dean and she was in Dean's car.

"Um..." She sat there for a split second, unsure of what to do. "Sorry," she apologized, still at a loss for words. "I heard a car and I thought it was Garth's...uh..." Her face suddenly turned beet red, remembering what she just said about her breasts.

"Lord, kill me now," she murmured between gritted teeth. "I'll just-" She was about to get out of the car when Dean placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, Rae. I'm taking you to your appointment, not Garth." Dean planted his eyes on her, making her squirm. She broke it off first.

She knew she wasn't going to win the argument. She puckered her lips in contemplation. "How did he find out?" Floated in her mind. And the way he said it, there was no room for negotiation. Did she mind Dean joining her? Clearly, Dean wanted to be there or he wouldn't be taking her. She didn't have an answer.

"Oh, hell!" No way out of it and she felt forced to go with the flow. But for some reason, some part of her was happy. To show she was complying, though under duress, she buckled her seatbelt and faced forward with a scrunched face.

Dean, on the other hand, was slightly tickled by the whole ordeal, but he straightened his face. "Your muffin and hot chocolate," Dean reiterated, handing her the mug with the muffin on top, other hand on the steering wheel. "...luv."

That made her wince. He heard the exchange between her and Garth earlier. "Uh, thanks," she mumbled and also thought, "This is going to be a hell of a day." And off the Impala went.