--There's a surprise at the end of this chapter!--


"Do you have any idea what these things mean?" Dean asked, looking down at the symbols that had been cut into his chest. Lauren had removed the bandages a few minutes before and was getting ready to put on new ones. Lauren turned and carefully traced her fingers over the thin red lines.

"This one means...Satan, oh that's lovely. Uh…this means sacrifice. And I'm pretty sure this means pure." She looked up at him and grinned, they both laughed. "Aw, that's like saying Dolly Parton's boobs are real." Lauren said, still laughing. Dean grinned broadly and squeezed her side.

"Yeah well, it's all your fault anyway. This was one monster you created."

"I suppose it was my charm that did it huh?" She asked sarcastically. Dean smiled and lifted her chin.

"Nah, it was your eyes." He whispered. She smiled shyly at him and he gently grazed her cheek with is thumb. "God I love you." He said. She leaned forward and kissed him. Here lately she was treating each kiss like it would be their last so she held nothing back. She gently trailed her fingers over the unwounded part of his torso up to his neck.

His hand was on her back, the other cradling her face. She felt so warm and soft. He had no idea how he was going to be able to leave her in a few months. How he could go through whatever Hell had to offer, and not be able to kiss her, to hold her whenever he wanted. He'd never even be able to look at her again.

Would he forget her after enough time had passed? Not ever know she was everything in the world he wanted, nothing more, nothing less. All he had ever wanted since Mom died was someone to love him unconditionally, someone that didn't want him to be anything else than hers. And here she was, right in front of him, getting ready to have his child, wanting nothing more than to kiss him right now, and it was all going to be snatched away. In an instant this perfection would turn into a crumbled mess. A hole would be in Lauren's heart forever, unable to fill itself ever again. He wanted her to be happy, again after he left. He didn't want her and the baby to be alone.

And what about the baby? She was supposed save the world or destroy it. Would she do the right thing? Or would she join the other side and kill everything in her path, including her uncle, her mother even. Would Lauren tell the baby about him? Make sure she knew that he loved her very much and leaving them wasn't something he wanted to do? These thoughts had plagued him for awhile, and he never had an answer.

"Alright," Lauren said, breaking away from him, though her body screamed in protest. "Let's get these covered up huh?" She re-bandaged his wounds and then laid down next to him, her head on his chest.

"Hey baby?" Dean said. She looked up at him. "You won't let her forget me will you?" Lauren didn't need to ask what he meant.

"Hell no. I'll tell her about you everyday of her life if I have to." She whispered.

"And…you'll tell her I didn't want to leave right? That it was the last thing I ever wanted to do." Dean was surprised to feel a lump starting to grow in his throat.

"Of course I will." Lauren said. Pain was in her eyes as she looked up at him, she had known this conversation was coming; she just didn't want to have it right now. But hell if they didn't do it now, they never would.

"And you, I want you to be happy, and if that means being with…" He swallowed and a tear fell down his cheek. "With another man then…don't hold yourself back because of me okay?" Lauren bit her lip and she started to cry.

"Dean, you're the only person on the planet, in the universe, that I ever want to be with. I could never love anyone else."

"But, if you do, it doesn't bother me…well okay it bothers me but I just want you to be happy." He gulped. Lauren nodded and kissed him again.

"Why do you have to go?" She cried. "There has to be some way out of this. We could find some eternal biding spell, or immortality, hell we could turn you into a friggin' vampire-"

"No," Dean said firmly through his tears. "I want to stay but not as one of the monsters I hunt." Lauren sobbed harder and gripped his T-shirt. "Shh," Dean soothed. "It's alright. We'll figure something out baby. And if we don't…I'm sorry. But I had-"

"I know," Lauren said softly. "I know Dean." His green eyes held so much sadness it broke her heart, and cracked even more when her still semi out of control empathy filled her with the same pain he had. She sniffed and smiled at him. "Hey look buddy," She said, poking his chest with her pointer finger. "I'm emotional enough without you making that face." Dean smiled lightly.

"I am so sorry your majesty." He said. "What ever can I do to repay you?" He said sarcastically.

"I'll tell you after this bun's been out of my oven for awhile okay?" She sat up and started to push herself up. Abruptly she stopped, her eyes huge, her face white.

"Oh my God." She said softly. She turned her head and looked at him. "Dean my water just broke." They could only stare at each other for a moment. Shocked into silence. Then Lauren's contractions started.

"SAM! MAGGIE GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE!" Dean bellowed. Sam and Maggie nearly broke the door off of its hinges.

"What's wrong?" Maggie asked frantically.

"THUNDER CATS ARE GO!" Lauren yelled, once again taking a line from Juno. Maggie's eyes grew and she darted to Lauren's side, grabbing her arm and gently lifting her up. Sam grabbed the bag Lauren had packed for the hospital and Dean grabbed his car keys. (After Maggie and Sam had cleared the subdivision they had found Dean's car among the others that didn't "fit in" with the neighborhood behind Stephanie and John's house)

"God please, I know I'm not the best person in the world but please don't let my baby be born in my car." He prayed. Maggie and Lauren were in the backseat of the Impala, Sam in the passenger side, Dean in the driver's seat seconds later, starting the engine and flying out of the parking lot.

Maggie was holding Lauren's hand.

"Okay Lauren breathe. He-he-whoo, he-he-whoo…"

"SHUT UP!" Lauren bellowed, another contraction hitting her hard. They were getting closer and closer together. Lauren was holding Maggie's hand, squeezing it after each wave of pain. "OOHHHH!"

"Please not in the car." Dean begged.

"Just drive!" Lauren screamed. Dean turned back around and pushed the pedal down further. Sam had no idea what the hell he should do; this was definitely a first for him.

They pulled into the hospital parking lot and skidded to a stop. Dean jumped out of the car and opened the passenger door. Maggie helped Lauren out, Dean holding her other arm and they made their way into the lobby.

"Ohh my God!" Lauren yelled, gripping her stomach. A nurse smiled politely at them as they entered and approached the desk.

"My wife needs a wheelchair and a doctor now!" Dean bellowed.

"Well, sir if you'll just fill these out we can get a doctor to you in just a few minutes. Ralph, can you get this woman a wheelchair?"

"She's having a baby!" Dean exclaimed.

"Sir I understand that but-" Lauren reached across the counter and gripped the nurse's shirt and pulled her forward halfway across it.

"I am about to have a watermelon come out of a hole the size of a lemon, if you don't get me a doctor and some drugs in a matter of two minutes I'll tear off your head in nothing flat." She said dangerously. She let the woman go.

"Dr. Wood? Dr. Wood this woman needs you!" The woman yelled. Dean stifled a laugh at the doctor's name. Ralph returned with a wheelchair and Dean and Maggie put Lauren down in it.

"Ah," Dr. Wood said. "Having a baby?"

"No her stomach inflated over the course of nine months." Maggie said. "Here's your friggin' sign." The doctor gestured for them to follow. Maggie was pushing the wheelchair, jogging down the hallway. Lauren had one hand on her stomach; the other in Dean's squeezing it tighter and tighter.

"God I need drugs!" She yelled.

"You wanna try breathing again?" Dean suggested.

"You wanna lose your damn hand?" She bellowed. Dean was quiet the rest of the way to the room.

"Alright Mrs. Winchester keep going." Dr. Wood said. He was bent down in front of Lauren, ready to take the baby out. Nurses were standing by. Dean was next to Lauren, holding her hand, which was almost breaking his. He had lost feeling in it half an hour ago, now it was pulsing, and purple. Lauren had sweat dripping down her face, screaming as she pushed again.

"GOD DEAN I HATE YOOUU!" She shrieked. Dean nodded.

"I hate me too!" Lauren pushed again and Dean could swear he heard a faint crack of his hand breaking.

"One more." Dr. Wood said calmly.

"I can't." Lauren breathed, shaking her head.

"C'mon baby." Dean said, breathing deep himself. "You're doin' so good, one more just one more." Lauren took a deep breath and pushed one more time.


"It's a girl!" The sound of crying filled the hospital room.

Lauren collapsed against the pillow, loosening her grip on Dean's hand. He shook his hand out and rubbed her forehead. "You did it." He whispered. "God baby you did it. How the hell you did I don't know." The doctor had the baby and was cleaning her off. Lauren smiled up at Dean, exhausted. Her stomach had been reduced back to its original size, the pregnant glow replaced by the mother one. And as exhausted and haggard as she felt, he had never seen her more beautiful. Dr. Wood walked over with the baby, who was wrapped in a pink blanket, a white hat on her head, covering her dirty blonde hair.

He placed her in Lauren's arms. Almost immediately she started crying.

"Oh Dean she's beautiful." She said softly. Dean looked down at the baby in disbelief. She was his, he helped create her.

"Look what we did." He said.

"Do you guys have a name yet?" Dr. Wood asked. Lauren nodded.

"Caitlyn," Lauren said. "After my Mom." She was touching the baby's nose and the rest of her face. She had her forever, she never had to let her go, and she would always be with her. She smiled up at Dean. "Thank God she didn't get your ears huh?" She said. Dean laughed and sniffed, unable to keep the tears in his eyes back. "Here," Lauren said, lifting Caitlyn up to him. "You helped." Dean held her, unsure really what he was supposed to do.

"Hey Caity," He whispered. "Hi, I'm your Dad." She felt so warm, and so small. He thought if he held her to tight she'd break. Her face was partially hidden by the hat and her blanket but he could see enough. Her nose, her chin and her lips were all her mother's, as were her lungs, which made him laugh. "God you're gorgeous." Her eyes moved under their lids and opened, revealing a pair of huge, bright green eyes. The door opened and Maggie walked in, Sam close behind. Her hand clapped over her mouth, stifling her scream of glee. Sam's eyes were bleary, watching his older brother hold his niece, a smile on his face, tears running down his cheeks.

Maggie walked over to Lauren and hugged her gently. "Oh, you did it!" She said, practically jumping up and down. Lauren nodded wearily. Dean looked up with a start, apparently realizing they were there.

"Hey guys." He said. He grinned at Sam. "You wanna hold your niece Uncle Sam?" He sad, almost giggling. Sam nodded and Dean tenderly handed his daughter to his brother.

"What would Dad say if he could see this?" Sam whispered.

"I told you so." Dean said. Maggie stood next to Sam, looking at the baby.

"What's her name?" She asked.

"Caitlyn Mary Winchester." Lauren said. Dean walked over to her and kissed her.

"I think this is the happiest I've ever been." He said. Maggie was holding Caitlyn now, holding her tiny hand in her own.

"She's got Daddy's eyes." She said. Lauren grinned.

"Really?" Maggie nodded and walked over to Lauren, bending down so she could see the green orbs blinking back at her. "Oh God Dean she looks just like you." She said to Dean. Maggie lowered Caitlyn back into Lauren's arms and backed away. "Oh you didn't get Sam's nose either." She said with a laugh. Sam smiled and shook his head. He walked over to his brother, who was still dumbstruck. This all felt surreal. He had no idea how real it all became until you were holding it in your hands. Sam squeezed Dean's shoulder.

"You're a Dad man." He said. "This doesn't feel real does it?" He asked. Dean shook his head.

"I don't know if it ever will dude." He said. A nurse opened the door with one of those beds that go in the nursery on a cart.

"I always ate doin' this honey but I gotta take her. She needs her shots and stuff." Lauren nodded and reluctantly handed Caitlyn to the nurse. The woman put her in the bed and then turned around. She walked back over to Lauren and whispered something in her ear. She then turned on her heel and pushed the cart out of the room.

"What was that about?" Dean asked, sitting down next to her on the bed. Lauren's eyes were filled with tears, a small smile on her lips.

"She said she'd make sure no evil son of a bitch got their hands on our baby." Dean wrapped his arms around her and sighed. For right now, everything was fine. He didn't think about Hell, or Demons, or ghosts, or anything. He held his wife in his arms, knowing that now he had a family. A real, semi-normal family. And there was nothing else he wanted in the whole world.