Months went by with the four of us staying in the bunker or going on regular hunts. It was an early morning in April. I woke up in an empty bed. I sat up, yawning. I went to the bathroom and opened up the cabinet, under the sink, looking for something.

I finally had found it. I had gotten it from Gabriel after that protective speech all those months ago. A pregnancy test thingy. I hid it from Dean but I wouldn't think he'd care. I closed the door and started reading directions on how to properly do this.

After about an hour, I had finally done the test. I screamed happily when I saw the results. Immediately, I heard the door open. It was Dean. I hid the thing behind my back hesitantly.

"I heard you scream. What happened?" He asked. "And what are you hiding?"

"Um..." I showed him. "Someone's positive!" I smiled, looking at it myself again.

"Man, I must've fucked you good."

"Dean!" I chastised him. "Why are you so vulgar, ugh?" I groaned.

"Cuz I know you love it," He teased, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed the side of my neck. "So... how long is an angel pregnancy?"

"Probably a little different than a normal pregnancy. A normal one is nine months, a devils child takes probably three months... so I'm betting around three or four months." I said. Dean hummed and traced circles on the outline of my stomach, looking in the mirror as he did so.

"What do you think it's gonna be?"

"I... I've heard mothers- or, fathers- can feel it but I don't... Perhaps later." Dean hummed again in acknowledgment.

"At least now we have a little one on the way." Dean smiled. "Our little angel." He untangled his arms and turned me around to face him. He gave me a kiss.

"Hey, Dean?" I said when he pulled back. "Can we not mention this yet? To Sam or Gabriel?" I asked.

"Yeah, I won't." We shared a loving stare.