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Age 19: "Guys, please, I'm going crazy. If I have to stare at the same wall in my room for one morefucking second I will rip this fetus out of my stomach and throw it at you."

Dean whistled lowly. "How's the mood swings?"

You turned to him with an icy glare, keeping watch of Sam out of your periphery in case he thought he'd slip away. "Fine, thank you, but you won't be if you don't get me out of here."

"Where do you want to go?" Sam asked, wincing as your attention was brought to him. You were simmering with rage, and you knew it was the hormones, but it was also the desire to leave the bunker for more than five consecutive minutes. Dean and Sam were sure that the angels would kidnap you if you left the bunker for longer, since you had no idea when the meeting with them would take place. The meeting that would determine whether you could keep yours and Cas' baby or not.

They wanted to be there for that, which, great, but this was not healthy. "Anywhere. I don't care. Let's go have lunch. I also need some more maternity clothes. My favorite pair of elastic band trousers burst this morning, and I need a bigger pair."

"Alright, we'll go," Dean relented. Your squeal of happiness was cut off as he spoke over it; "but on one condition; Cas joins us and we'll be back before it gets dark."

Your expression fell a bit, but the elation was still cursing through your veins. Sam, however, seemed quick to explain; "normally we wouldn't be this protective, but this is a special scenario, sis. You understand that, don't you?"

You nodded quickly and ushered them out of the room, giggling happily while you forced your swollen feet into your shoes, pulling on one of Sam's old jackets that could still closer over your ever-growing bump. You had been at the doctor's a few times more, and what with the doctors father being an old hunter, she was the best hands you could be in, given the situation. According to her, the baby was growing healthily. You had yet to find out the sex, not because you couldn't, but because Castiel wanted to be there when you were told, and you hadn't been able to find a time, yet.

When Castiel arrived – and placed a kiss on your cheek, eep – you were almost buzzing, grinning and bouncing on the tip of your toes impatiently. "Go, go, go," you urged, almost shoving Dean into the Impala.

Lunch wasn't particularly amazing, but just being around strangers and not being limited to walks in a forest was amazing, and you felt like a new person by the time you were returning to the Impala, shopping bags in hand and three exhausted men in tow. You still had a bounce in your step, and you caught all of them looking at you fondly as you threw the bags into the trunk of the Impala.

"What?" you asked as you smacked it shut.

"You're glowing," they all said simultaneously, matching smiles on their faces.

You blushed deep red, could feel the color travel up your neck and into your cheeks. You were about to respond when there were several flutters of wings and three suited angels stood before you, eyes dead-looking in the way only a true angel's could be.

"It's time for your trial," the middle one spoke, dirty blond hair tugged behind his ears and dull, grey eyes sliding over your entourage lazily.

"Trial?" you repeated, the word tasting awful on your tongue.

"Yes, trial," a short, stocky woman confirmed.

"If you are deemed unworthy, you will be executed once the baby is born and no longer needs you," the last angel said, voice bland as if he hadn't just said you might be murdered in cold blood.

"Executed?!" Castiel exploded from behind you, marching up to the angels and pushing you behind him. "That was not a part of the deal," he hissed, searching blindly for your hand, intertwining your fingers once he found it.

"The deal has been changed. The trial is now. The rest of the Winchester family shall join us as witnesses."

Dean and Sam flanked you on either side. "They might kill me," you whimpered, wrestling your hand free of Castiel's grasp so you could lay two hands protectively on your stomach.

"Never!" Castiel snapped, eyes still trained on the angels in front.

"Unfortunately, that is not your decision," the woman said coolly.

"Heaven is awaiting your arrival.