Three Weeks Later

Things had been rough, you wouldn't lie about that. Many nights were spent sleepless, or thrashing about in nightmares, remembering the horrific event over and over again until one of your brothers would come comfort you. During the day you would often find yourself blanking out, staring at a wall, your mind lost deep in thought. 

Food became tasteless, many plates often left untouched in front of you no matter how hard Dean tried to make sure it was something you would like. Dark circles formed underneath your eyes, and your clothes grew baggy from your lack of eating. A shell, that's what you felt like. A lifeless version of your former self, left to fade away to nothing unless you did something about it.

Throught these rough weeks, your brothers had been constantly by your side, passing by hunts just to make sure you were okay. Both were kind, and attentive, making sure food and water was always available in case you would try to eat. They bought movies you liked, gave you special smelling body wash to urge you to take care of yourself. It wasn't those things that mattered so much to you. It was the quiet support they gave you. With the gentle hugs, or squeezing your shoulder as they walked by. Letting you know they were there for you, and would always be.

You knew you were worrying them, that they were trying to get back the sassy, annoying little sister of theirs. And you were trying your hardest. You would often hear them talking in the hallway, or the kitchen, trying to figure out how to help you the best. Cas sometimes joined their conversations, just as worried about you as your brothers were.

It wasn't as if you weren't trying. You truly were. But being raped had brought you so low, tore you apart so badly, you weren't sure you were ever truly heal from it. 

This week had been a little bit better than the previous two. You had actually started eating full meals again, just to please your brother whose face lit up when you took a big bite of the juicy hamburger you had made. You had also made an effort with your appearance, taking a long, hot shower, scrubbing away at your skin even though no physical reminders remained. Wearing your favorite clothes, you had even helped with research, forcing your brothers to return to hunting. Even though they argued, you could tell they were itching to get back out on a hunt, and you didn't blame them.

"Why don't you come with us?" Dean had suggested as double checked all of Baby's fluid levels. 

Sitting on a stool next to him, you shook your head. "I don't think I'm ready to get back out there yet. I'd rather run research from here."

Dean stopped what he was doing, shutting the hood of the Impala before turning his attention on you. "Y/N, it's alright. You don't have to explain why. I don't want you pushing yourself too fast. But please, remember, Sam and I will always take care of you. And when we find the man who did this, he won't..."

"Dean, I know. You've already told me in great detail what you're planning on doing." You interrupted him. "But go, have fun. Let off some steam. I'll be fine here, and I know Cas will come check up on me."

Soon you watched as your two brothers drove away, the promise of texting them all the time still in your mind. Making your way back to your room, you crawled back into bed, falling asleep rather quickly.

The next morning you felt more like yourself, and you went into the kitchen, grabbing the stuff to make a quick breakfast of bacon and pancakes. It was the first thing that had sounded good in a long time. Quickly you began cooking the bacon, letting it sizzle as you turned to the pancake batter. But as soon as the smell of the cooking meat hit your nose, you ran to the bathroom, emptying your stomach.

Wiping your hand across your mouth, you made your way back into the kitchen, shutting off the bacon before pouring yourself a glass of water. As you slowly sipped it, trying to settle your stomach, you heard the fluttering of wings announcing that Cas had decided to come visit you. "Hey Cas." You said weakly.

"How are you Y/N?" He asked, coming to stand in front of you.

"I've been better." You answered, setting the cup down.

"You are doing better." He insisted, looking at you closely. "You aren't as sad anymore, or hurt."

His words were true. You were beginning to feel like the old you again, the horrible incident always there, but fading to the back of your mind as thoughts of hunts and other things filled it's old space. "I am doing better."

"What about the baby? Have you told anyone yet?" He asked you, staring down at your stomach.

If you had been holding the cup, it would have fallen to the ground and shattered. You could only stand there and stare at the Angel, wondering what he was talking about. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"You didn't know?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes in confusion. "I would have thought you had known. You're pregnant."

Feeling your knees grow weak, you latched onto the counter for support, just as Cas came over and helped you to the table. "But, Cas..." You started, unable to finish your sentence as you couldn't believe what he had said. You never really considered the idea that you could be pregnant. You had been in too much shock to even think that something like this could happen, and now... Resting your hand against your still flat belly, you looked up at Cas. "How can you tell?"

He sat down across from you, reaching over and grasping your hand. Cas was like your third big brother, always so sweet and kind to you. "Angel's can sense these sort of things. Like the new life forming inside you. It changes you, just a little bit, and we can sense that change immediately. You are pregnant with a healthy little girl, I think." 

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over onto your shirt. It was a lot to take in, especially when you had just started getting back to normal. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't even think. I know this child was created because of something bad that happened. But I can assure you this, there is nothing but a pure and kind soul growing inside you. The evilness that created it will not affect her."

Tears still fell, but Cas' words comforted you. Growing up the way you had, you never considered even having kids. In your dreams, you sometime wished for a family, for a normal life, but you had never thought it possible. And now here you were, with a baby on the way. "I'm going to be a mom." You mumbled, the thought appealing to you. 

"Yes you are." Cas agreed, smiling at how happy you were becoming.

"What will Sam and Dean think?" You asked, a frown on your face. They always talked about how hunting was no life for a baby, and yet here you were. 

"They will be okay with it. I know they will. It just might take some time." Cas told you, just as your phone rang. Picking it up, you saw Dean's name, and answered it.

"Hey Y/N, so something came up, and we gave that hunt away." Dean told you as you heard grunting in the background.

"What's going on?" You asked him, turning it to speaker so Cas could hear too.

"We found the guy." Dean explained happily. "Now he's going to wish he was never born with a dick."

You heard another grunt, then a moan, and you knew they had found your rapist, and were now in the middle of torturing him. And while you wanted the man hurt and dead for what he did to you, he had also given you a small gift. Pressing your hand to your belly, you looked up at Cas who nodded. 

"Dean, don't." You told your brother, surprising him.

"Y/N, what?" He asked, as you heard another groan from behind him.

Sighing, you knew you were making the right move. While the guy was a leech, and probably deserved this, you didn't want his blood on your brother's hands. 

"Cas, can you take me there?" You asked, as Cas stood up and made his way towards you. "Will this hurt her?" You asked quietly, making sure your brother didn't overhear.

"No, it won't." Cas assured you, and before you knew it, you were in a small cabin, your brothers standing shocked in front of you, and Dorian tied to a chair, beaten bloody. 

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, coming over to you, checking to make sure you were okay. "Cas, what were you thinking?"

"She asked, and she has something important to tell you, so I thought it was okay."

You took a long, hard look at Dorian, not scared to be in the same room as him like you thought you might be. Walking forward, you raised your hand, bring it down and slapping it across his already bruised cheek. "That's for what you did, you bastard."

"Y/N." Sam said softly, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back. "Why don't you let Cas take you home, leave Dean and I to this. We'll be home soon."

"No." You argued. "I want you guys to let him go."

Both of your brothers had stared at you like you had grown a third head. "Not because I pity him, that's not it. But I dont' want his blood on your hands. You've done enough, I think he's learned his lesson." You said, staring over your brothers shoulders to see him shaking his head, agreeing with you.

"Let me do something." Cas suggested, walking over to the man, placing his hand on Dorian's face. Dorian let out a scream, before slumping unconsciously in his chair. "I've made it so he will never be able to, what do you call it, get it up for another woman as long as he lives."

Dean walked over, untying him, watching as he dropped to the ground. Then the four of you made your way out of the cabin, climbing into the Impala. Waiting until they were down the road, Dean turned his attention to you. "Y/N, I thought that after what that man did to you, you would want him dead."

"I did too, at first. But I didn't want you guys to kill him. You might kill monsters but you didn't need his blood on your hands too. Also, I'm pregnant."

The Impala swerved as Dean understood your words. Pulling off to the side, he glanced back at you. "Why the hell didn't you let us kill him then?"

"Because, I didn't want the uncles of my baby girl to kill her dad. A dad she won't get to know, but still." You argued. "He's a pathetic excuse of a man, and between the beating he got from you, and whatever Cas did to him, I think he'll be paying for his crimes for a long time." You said, setting a hand on your stomach, wondering if your brother's would be okay with your having a baby.

"So, you're pregnant." Sam started, and you nodded nervously. "And you're keeping it?"

"A girl. Cas says it's a girl. And yes. I know a hunting life isn't a perfect life to raise a child. But Cas assured me she is pure and good, and maybe having her will turn something horrible into something amazing. And I've always secretly wanted to be a mother."

"I'm going to be an uncle?" Dean whispered, pulling the Impala back out on to the road. 

"Yes you are."

A smile crinkled up his green eyes as he grew excited at the prospect. "I still wouldn't have minded killing the man, but I understand why you stopped us. But I can't wait to meet my little niece!"

"Don't worry Y/N. Dean and I will be there for you every step of the way. She will never want a father's love, because she will have to doting uncles to deal with." Sam assured you.

"Make that three." Cas insisted, and you couldn't believe how much had changed. From feeling hopeless and broken, to carrying something precious and believing in a future. 

That was the last part!! Thanks to _DabHowlter_ for the idea. Hope it's what you wanted!!