Chapter 19

Dean and Sam stood looking at one another perplexed that this was what they were actually seeing. Now would be the perfect time to enter the demon house; the angel had had other ideas instead including storming in by himself. Walking calmly to the front door he had knocked soundly knowing someone would come quickly and end his life or at least try and attempt to before he ended theirs. Instead of him hi-jacking it out of there the angel had advanced without them knowing taking the brothers by surprise. No longer would they have to worry about the demons knowing they were there, perhaps they would be spared a few precious moments to find Bells and get the heck outta dodge. Course, with her being in labor it would definitely make it a bit trickier than they would hope for.

Surprised by the angel's tactic, Sam and Dean moved towards the window that showed a clear view of the stairs leading to the second floor, while all the demons moved towards the front door, towards the angel that had quickly cut down one of their own like he was nothing more than warmed better. Using his leather clad elbow Dean smashed into the window breaking the pane before climbing into the first floor of the house. Swerving towards Sam he waited, crouching down on the glass as it crunched under his constant pressure. Quirking an eyebrow towards Sam Dean waited for him to get through the window. Surprise lit up Dean's face as Sam continued to hit the window pane, spilling more glass across the floor to make room for his taller frame.

"Could you at least try and be quiet?" Dean hissed at Sam, his back still turned to the once empty room.

"Dean!" Sam gasped, his eyes growing wide as a demon, in the form of a once kind woman, who had heard Dean break the window the first time ran towards them, a malicious look on her face. Spinning quickly in his crouched position he pulled the Colt out from underneath his jacket. The revolver went off in Dean's hand before the demon could kill him. As Dean watched the demon's evil presence flee the now empty vessel, a once beautiful woman left on the floor, her blood drained from her body he sighed.

"Get in here you pansy," Dean muttered before moving away from the window and heading towards doorway. Lowering himself he looked out at the mayhem that the angel was causing. Grinning he waved Sam over, who had finally managed to climb through the glassless window, before they heard another earth shattering scream.

The smile turned to a frown as Dean listened. "Bella," Dean murmured. Ignoring the carnage around him and sprinting up the once white and pristine stairs towards the heart wrenching scream he had heard from the woman he loved. Sam followed not far behind panic etched across his face. Hopefully they would make it there in time for they had no idea what the demon would do to Bella or Dean's baby.

Reaching the top they turned towards the right only to run smack into the yellow eyed demon.

"Well, well surprised to see me Winchester boys?" the demon sneered, a threat lurking in his eyes.

Cursing quietly Dean looked to Sam. He needed to get to Bells and he needed to get to her now. "Sam," he whispered trying to ignore the demon that had plagued them for years.

"Now, now no need to be impolite there Dean we're all old friends, just because you want something doesn't mean you can't ask nicely." The demon grinned licking his lips in anticipation.

"Go to hell you slimy mother fucker. And get the hell outta my way." Dean moved out of the way as Sam lifted the Colt, causing the demon to raise his eyebrows.

"Brought a toy did we?" he murmured before grinning. "Too bad you won't be able to use it." He laughed before Sam grunted, falling to the side of Dean's feet. The Colt lying next to Dean's boot.

"Always nice to have a lackey around at a time like this." Dean turned slightly pressing his back against the wall to give him somewhat of an advantage. Just as the older demon walked toward Dean he burst into flames. Azazel started, his smile slipping quickly off his face as the angel walked up the stairs, his shirt torn with smudges staining it.

"Castiel, what an unwanted surprise. Oh well, it seems I'll have to work on my plan B some more." He smirked before disappearing, leaving a dark vapor to emanate from the air where he had previously stood.

"That's your name?" Dean grunted, pushing away from the wall that had been his last protective stand against Azazel and the grandfather demon.

"There is no time for questions," Castiel answered, bending down to check on a unmoving Sam. "We must save the child." Castiel glanced up at Dean trying to make Dean understand the need for speed at this moment, but Dean had already turned away from the brown eyed angel, heading off in the direction of a slightly ajar door.

Screeching tumbled from the room as Dean pushed the door open, only to have a demon in the form of a middle age woman rush him back into the hallway. Seeing Bella from his peripherals, Dean grew tired of the constant attacks from these creatures. Pushing him against the wall the demon began to scratch at him, pulling blood up from the marks as she dug deeper and deeper into his flesh.

"Enough!" Dean cried, pulling his blade out from the pocket in his jacket he plunged the blade into the demon's heart, ending its infernal existence on this earth. The corpse crumpled in front of him, a look of shock covering the face as it slid onto the floor. Gingerly stepping over the dead demon Dean stalked into the room, his facial features pulled tight. And there she was, sweat soaked hair, her face red, and a look of anguish on her face.

Bella began to scream again as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. Bending down next to the bed Dean grabbed Bella's hand. He clasped it for a moment before she took it away again. Croaking she whispered, "I'm so sorry. I tried to be strong. Please forgive me." She whimpered for a moment as fresh tears poured down her face.

Dean shook his head, clearing it his eyebrows running up his forehead as he tried to comprehend. "Bells you didn't do anything wrong. What are you talking about?" Dean pushed some of the hair away from her forehead trying to be patient to hear her response.

"I let you down. I didn't mean to let the demons get him… I fought as much as I could. At least I think so." She began sobbing again, crying as she thought of the torture she would face for the rest of eternity. Having to re-enact this scene for the rest of her life, how cruel and unusual could hell be?

Dean's lips twitched at the ends, turning upwards. Placing his hand inside her sweaty one he replied, "I'm right here Bells. No hell. You're still alive, and baby Winchester is still not here."

He stopped, a grimace appearing on his face as her hand tightened. A scream erupting into the room as she pushed a final time. "Sam! Sammy get in here! I think we're going to need your help." Dean turned towards the door, loosening Bella's death grip from his hand.

Instead, Castiel appeared. "If you don't get the baby out soon there will be problems." His breath was hush as he continued to stare at Bella, a look of complete concentration on his face.

"Problems?" Dean hissed as Sam finally entered the room. Sam's mouth became a hard line as he looked between the two faces. "What kind of problems?" Dean asked, standing up and stalking towards Castiel. However, Sam stopped him in his tracks Sam's arm holding Dean back from attacking the angel, his look serious.

"Don't you watch any health shows? It has to do with the baby. Something isn't right and if we don't get him out of there now we could lose both Bella and the baby." Dean stepped back, racking his hands through his hair he let out a small whimper. Never, in all the years of his existence had he been this terrified. He couldn't lose Bella, not when she was right in front of him. He couldn't just watch her die.

"What do we need to do," Dean asked, his forest green eyes flying to Bella's face. Her own flushed from going hours through a pregnancy, sweat still pouring down her cheeks along with a mixture of tears as she cringed, another contraction slamming through her body.

Silence filled the air; no one was willing to say what was actually needed to be done. Maybe because Dean didn't know and Sam only knew a little, but finally Castiel filled in the blanks. "She is in breech. She needs to come out and that means going in to get her out."

"Well, what do we need to do?" Sam replied, stepping into the room and walking towards Bella's bed. Sam pulled his jacket off, pushing up his long sleeves as he looked around the room. Sizing it up for any use it might be to us.

"We need to enter and fix the baby's position and help pull her out. Otherwise the baby won't be born." Castiel sighed as he took a seat near the door, keeping guard in case there were any missing demons deciding to come back and make their presence known.

"Dean?" Bella rasped, her voice losing strength as she stared weakly at me. "Are we going to make it?" she pulled her mouth together but everyone could see the tremble running through her chin.

"Of course baby," Dean smiled softly, going back to kneel next to Bella's side. "I won't leave you," he whispered, grabbing her hand before placing his lips gently onto her inner wrist. "You're going to be all right," he whispered before turning his eyes to Sam, daggers darting out from them.

"You sure you don't want to do this?" Sam asked, before kneeling down at the end of the bed. He wasn't a surgeon, heck he had gone to law school, not medical school. Nodding his head infinitesimally Dean turned to look back at Bella. "Ok," Sam whispered before glancing up at Bella. "Bella, I need you to spread your knees a bit more for me ok? Now we both know this isn't going to be mentioned once we're out of this room. Otherwise, well, it's just going to be unpleasant." He smirked for a moment before lifting the covers, draping them to give as much privacy as possible but still able to see what needed to be done.

The screaming was endless, pain stretching across Bella's face as Sam pulled the baby out. Unknown syllables ripping through her already raw throat as Sam finished what had been required from him.

Wiping the gunk from its mouth with his long sleeve shirt, he swaddled the baby, whispering, "It's a girl…" as she began to wail, her newly found voice filling the air.

Standing up, Sam walked over to Bella and Dean who stared aghast at what he had said. "Girl?" Bella whispered, but a smile rose on Dean's face. "A baby girl," he answered, holding his arms out for his new precious baby girl. Cooing Dean looked down into her tiny scrunched up red face. Sam started laughing at Dean's noise, smiles coming onto the two Winchesters' faces. Pointing at Sam with his finger still stuck under his baby girl he answered, "That doesn't leave this room either."

"That's why," Bella turned toward Castiel who hadn't moved from the door, "you kept saying she. I thought you had meant me, but it wasn't making any sense in that context." Her eyes lit up as she glanced at Dean and her baby girl.

"Yes, well," Castiel murmured, "the world is changing and hunters it appears can be girls." Winking he stood up, turning to walk out.

"Will we see you again?" Bella asked, as she continued to look at him.

"Who knows," he replied, smirking at the humor of it all, "God works in mysterious ways."

Bella smiled as Dean tucked the baby who had nearly killed them both, but would be their salvation, into her arms. Yes, they would all come together again. Because who else would save the world from demons?

The end

A/N: Thank you for all of you who stuck around. I'm sorry for the writer's block. I didn't want to end it like in Twilight with the gruesome baby birthing… so blocking was the only way to take a moment back from it.

Once again, thank you.