Five Months Later

Five months had passed since Jocelyn had found out she was pregnant, in five months she had grown closer to the brothers than ever before, but Sam was holding back, the haunted look in his eyes broke her heart over and over, the self-hatred and inner violence troubled her. Dean of course had dropped into the role of uncle pretty quickly, already buying things the baby might need even though he had no idea what the gender of the baby was. He was exuberant about touching her stomach or placing his ear to her belly, and the delight on his face almost washed away the guilt she was feeling.

"Dean!" she sighed, his hand spanning the baby bulge in the front of her shirt while he was making odd noises. "This baby is going to hate you if you keep doing that."

He looked at her, his eyes bright. "It moved!"

She sighed again, exasperated and waiting impatiently for Sam to come back with her pickles. "I know…. Dean, my belly doesn't have ears!" she exclaimed.

She crossed her arms, sitting in one of the oak chairs in the tidy, and very homey little kitchenette next to the bedroom, sunlight streamed through a clean window onto the table, highlighting the bright yellow in sunflower sitting in a glass vase. Sam had bought it, knowing it was her favorite flower and had set it on the table to warm the room up, next to the vase was a little basinet figurine from Dean he had found in a pawn shop. Little by little the boys were changing, Dean stopped going to bars all the time, Sam stayed home to do research with her, letting her help in the search but not in the actually hunt of any demons they came across. At night they would eat a small cooked meal that all of them prepared and laugh like a family, but even with the feeling of home there was still an underlying tension.

Jocelyn wondered if the baby was doing this to them, making them change who they are for her, she wondered if Sam or Dean was angry at her and sometimes at night she would fall prey to the nightmares. Guilt, anger and grief forced the memories to the surface, so the bubbled up and poured out of her, unanswered questions made it hard to think.

"So what do want for breakfast?" Dean asked, pulling his hand away.

"I want my god-damned pickles." She growled.

Dean laughed, tilting his head slightly back. "Sammy should be back soon, no worries, how about some bacon? Or Eggs? Or maybe a blueberry muffin?"

"Muffin?" she perked up at the mention of her favorite flavor.

"You want one?"

"Give it over." She demanded, holding her hand out.

"Alright then." He gave her a look of mock fear before handing her a soft, spongy blueberry muffin.

She bit into it and savored the sweet flavor for a minute, holding out her hand to catch the small crumbles that tumbled down, over the top she watched Dean move around the room, walking into the bathroom just as Sam walked through the front door.

"Oh good! My pickles!"

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his long dark hair. "These early morning pickle runs have got to stop."

Jocelyn stood up and waddled over to Sam, taking the small jar of Bread and butter pickles from him, she kissed his cheek and hugged him. "My hero."

He rolled his eyes and stepped further into the room, he turned a questioning eye to the bathroom door as the hiss of water began, Jocelyn shivered uncomfortably as she always did when someone was in there.

"Dean." She said, clarifying.

He nodded and stepped around her in the kitchen, seeing the half eaten muffin on the table he frowned. "You can have it, if you want." She said wrinkling her nose.

"No thanks." He said, smiling.

Greedily she opened the jar of pickles and fished with two fingers into the jar, pulling out one and sucking it into her mouth, her face turned into a smile as her eyes closed making it difficult for Sam to resist. The rapture on her face was priceless, so giving into the urge he kissed her lightly on the lips, her eyes opened in shock making guilt swell in his chest. He pulled away quickly.

"I'm sorry."

"No…." she whispered, touching her lips. "Please don't be sorry."

"I don't want to rush you or anything."

She nodded and walked closer to him, putting the jar on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with all the passion in her body. "I was kind of afraid you were mad about the last time."

"Mad? Why?"

"I don't know but you haven't really done anything since we found out."

"I know…. But I don't want to hurt you, you're still fragile."

"Sam…" she said exasperated. "…I'm not fragile, I'm pregnant."

"Yeah, I know."

She hugged him again, not sure what to do, she knew he felt guilt still, knew that both of them were still upset about what happened and passionately searching for the demon. The hunting was what was pulling them apart though, sure they may hang out together but the tension that bubbled around all of them was getting intense now, not even the occasional joking had the ability to ease it. Maybe it was the need to kill, to search, to defend and protect that had created a wall. Then again maybe she was just imagining it in her hormone drenched mind, making up a fight when there wasn't one, she couldn't tell though because of the baby.

"Names." She said, turning to him.


"We need to think of names, four months Sam, four months."

He frowned at her, his eyes looking startled and confused. "Four months?"

"The baby!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah… the baby." He flushed red, making Jocelyn think that something serious was on his mind.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah fine." Sam's voice was distracted and quiet.

She was convinced but just then it didn't matter because pain ripped through her lower abdomen, it was sharp pain like something was trying to get out and it spread out from her abdomen to her chest making it difficult to breathe, she doubled over in pain. Sam looked concerned then knelt beside her, rubbing her back.

"Is everything okay? Hon? Jocelyn talk to me!"

"It hurts!" she cried. "I don't know why!"

Sam jumped into action, slamming on the door of the bathroom and yelling inside.

"Dean, Jocelyn's in pain, hospital now!"

"It's nothing." She murmured.

"It doesn't matter, you're going."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"Oh shut up already." He said.

Outrage flooded through her. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said shut up, we're going…. Now!"

Two Hours Later

"I've never seen anything like it."


The doctor had an ultra-sound machine pressed to her bare stomach, oblivious to her discomfort of the cold and the pain.

"I don't know, but it appears as though the child is already in late development."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you said you were close to sixth months but it appears as though the child is closer to eight or nine, it's like the fetus is on some kind of growth development pill or hormone."

"I haven't been taking anything or eating anything with hormones in it though."

"Are you sure about the time?"

Jocelyn looked at Sam who was staring intently at the screen. "Dead sure."

Something was strange about the child. "So what about the pain?"

"I just don't know." The doctor's voice sounded mystified.

Could the child be affected by the fact that it's father was possessed by a demon? Could the child be a demon?


I know it's an odd and kind of rushed chapter but I had a lot of thoughts I wanted to get out.

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