{Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine, as much as I wish it was

Genre: Humor, romance, drama

Rating: T in the beginning, M down the road

Author Notes: Hopefully this fic won't be too long. Less then twenty chapters, I think. Anyway, I don't write fanfiction often so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, I apologize. Myself and my betas do try. Thank you and enjoy.}

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"Sammy," a rough voice came from under the cheap motel comforter. "Coffee... black."

"On the nightstand," Sam said while staring at his laptop screen, checking the time. Nearly noon. "Dean, we don't have all day."

A horrendous groan came from under the covers as Dean slowly and painstakingly sat up. "Don't be such a girl. We've got plenty of time," he said as he finally became upright. His joints ached, not just from the night of hard drinking and women, but the line of work the Winchesters were in... Hunters... eventually left one with cartilage and nerve damage. It was common among them because of all the abuse they went under for the job: Thrown by ghosts, hit by demons, bones broken by a windigo, scratches from werewolves. It was just a part of the job. Dean took a quick assessment of his body, all of the normal aches and pains present, nothing out of the ordinary... well at least not for what he does for a living. He tried to imagine how a civilian would react to being thrown around a room by a vengeful ghost. Or worse, being torn apart by hellhounds. Dean shuddered and dropped the thought as quickly as he picked it up.
He'd been blankly staring at the wall until he snapped out of it and reached out for the cup of coffee. When he took a sip, he nearly spit it out. "It's cold," he begrudgingly said as he stared down at it.

"Well, had you gotten up before noon, I'm sure it would've been hot," Sam said looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah yeah," the older brother said waving his free hand at Sam. He finally looked over and saw that his younger brother had showered, dressed in his suit and straightened up the room while waiting for Dean to wake up.

Dean stood out of bed and took another sip of the cold coffee. With a sour expression, he sat it back down and got dressed begrudgingly in his very uncomfortable suit and tie. While he laced up his shoes, Sam started to talk about the case. "Okay, so two days ago, fourteen women went to full term pregnancy overnight and gave birth the next day. We've never seen anything like this before, to be honest, I have no theories. After we grab some food, we should go interview a few of them."

"This is buckets full of crazy. You called Bobby about it yet?" his shoes laced, he stood and gave a final stretch before quickly brushing his teeth.

Sam answered while absentmindedly looking over his screen, "Not yet. I wanted to talk to a few before. I'm not really sure what to make of all of this, Dean. The newspapers have been going crazy over it; there have already been half dozen different articles about it." He leaned back in his chair and waited for his older brother to finish getting ready.

"Let's get this show on the road," Dean fished through his jacket sitting on the chair opposite Sam. He grabbed onto his keys and they went to work.

••••••

They both stood in front of a large yellow house, the lawn manicured and the cars in the driveway clean. Dean looked around at the matching houses and lawns, noticing that Sam looked almost wishful. The door opened in front of them to show a couple in their late forties, well dressed and attractive for their age. The woman was brunette and had soft brown eyes and the man was red headed with light grey irises. He placed his arm around his wife's waist and smiled at the Winchesters standing on his porch.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Field, I'm Agent Zant and this is my partner Agent Bonham," Sam said as they both flashed their badges and put them back in the suit pocket.

"We're with the FBI, would you mind if we asked you a few questions?"

"Sure, please, come in," the wife said while showing them inside. If the outside looked nice, the inside looked even better.

The usual questions: Cold spots? Sulfur? Anything unusual? Nothing. Even the little baby, Jeffery, looked completely normal. Healthy, even.

Mrs. Fields held her son as Dean and Sam talked to the couple. They both seemed extraordinarily happy and proud. "We can't explain it, I mean, there's just no reasonable explanation," the husband said while adoringly staring at his wife and child.

The wife looked up from Jeffery. "We've been trying for fifteen years now, and suddenly we're given this miracle. Maybe it was God?" she asked with a smile.

Dean thought bitterly 'definitely not', but he kept it to himself. Instead he smiled and looked at the happy family "Maybe it was. Here are our cards if you have any other information."

"Thank you for your time," Sam said before they left.

••••••

The brothers sat in the Impala, trying to think about everything. "Thirteen more to go," Sam said looking at the lost of people he had written from the articles. Dean sighed and drove the next house... after seven, they had nothing.

"Same thing for all of them: Been trying for a child, then overnight their wish comes true. I don't think it's a Djinn. I'm not sure what else it could be," Sam stared at his list, directing Dean to the ninth house. "I mean, whatever it is can't be too bad, can it? It's not like it's a bad thing what it's doing, Weird as hell, but not bad."

Dean tapped the steering wheel, "I don't like monster grey areas."

At house number nine, they notice a large herbal garden to the side of the house. "Dude, look," Dean nudged Sam towards the garden.

"Witch, you think?" Sam's voice low.

"Dunno. Let's get this over with." Dean didn't have to explain why he hated witches so much.

A kind middle aged woman answered the door, invited them in and made them tea. Neither of them drank it, for dear of what she could have put in it.

"Mrs. Drave-"

"Miss Drave," she corrected Dean with a smile. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ear and tapped her foot on the carpeted floor.

Dean returned the smile with charm, "Miss Drave, have you noticed anything weird in the last few days... besides... you know?"

"Hmmm... not that I can think of. It's all been a bit of a blur. Woke up and I was as big as a house! I tell ya, though; that was the most excited I'd ever been to go the hospital. I'd actually thought I was dreaming at first, but then I realized it was all very real. Want to see my little girl?" she asked.
So far, the Winchesters found nothing odd with the babies, even dabbing some salt on their fingers or holy water... no reaction. However, it was rude to turn down a proud parent.

"If you don't mind," Sam said, eyeing his tea warily.

Miss Drave showed them down a hallway into the baby's room. It was the most well prepared nursery they'd seen so far. The walls were painted pink, and even her name "Lily" was painted above the crib. The baby lay amongst the blankets and stuffed animals, fast asleep in her crib. Sam and Dean made eye contact for a brief moment and then went back to looking around.

"She's beautiful. And you had this nursery set up so quickly," the taller man said, eyeing the woman's reaction.

She laughed lightly and shrugged her shoulders, "I've had this here for years. Always wanted a baby."

"Can you tell us anything about the father?" Dean asked.

Before she answered, Sam questioned her on where her bathroom was. He excused himself and left the nursery.

"The father is my boyfriend. He still doesn't know what to think about all of this..." Miss Draves looked at her daughter with love in her eyes. "I couldn't be happier, though."

"Would you mind giving us his name? In case we have any questions for him."

"It's Scott Harper. If you get into contact with him, could you let me know? I haven't heard from him since..." she trailed off.

Sam came back into the room and nodded towards Dean. "Well thank you for your time. My partner will you give you our cards and you can call us anytime."

Dean pulled out their cards and handed it to the woman. "Congratulations on the baby."

She had a huge toothy grin, "Thank you dear."

••••••

The leather interior of the Impala was hot as they waited for the AC to kick in. "Did you find anything?" The older brother asked, loosening his tie.

Sam fished an item of his pocket, showing it to his brother. A piece of papyrus with hieroglyphics painted on it and a goddess underneath. "She had an entire alter set up, but it didn't look like any black magic. I'll call Bobby about it, but I'll do my own research when we get back to the motel."

"Any guesses about who that alter was set up for, Sammy?" Dean put Baby in reverse and began the drive back to temporary home.

"I don't know," he looked back down at the papyrus. "Off the top of my head, could be an Egyptian goddess."

"I hate dealing with those freaks," Dean clenched the wheel and looked over at Sam. "Gods... goddesses... remember when this was just ghosts, demons, the occasional werewolf?"

Sam let out a small laugh, "Yeah, that was before angels. Ever since then, it's been complicated... I mean more so than usual." He absentmindedly rubbed his hands on his thighs. "Best not to think too much about it."

"Yeah, I guess." The angels had completely thrown things out of whack, Dean thought. Cas made his big entrance and everything the Winchester's knew was thrown out the window. God... angels... vessels. Dean was always thinking about it, the way their lives were flipped upside down.

••••••

Dean spoke to his brother walking behind him while unlocking the motel door. "Sammy, I'm gonna take a shower and-" The door swung open, a woman standing in he middle of the room interrupted Dean.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" her voice was commanding yet still soft. Her skin was a warm mocha and her straight black hair went past her waist. She wore a light blue sundress and gold sandals. The woman was beautiful, yet something about her said she was deadly and powerful.

Instinctively, Dean grabbed for his knife but didn't pull it out quite yet. "Yeah. Who the hell are you?" Sam was right beside him, his gun out and aimed.

"No need for the hostility. Just want to talk. Lower your weapons or I will do it for you." Yep, there was the deadly. Neither of the boys moved. The woman rolled her eyes and waved her hand, the knife and gun ripped out of their hands, landing with a clatter on the floor. "To answer your question, I am Isis. Heard you were in town and wanted to have a chat."

The brothers looked at one another. Sam broke their silence "So you're the one who..."

"Who gave barren women children? Yes. They all prayed to God every night for sons and daughters, but you both know that's the wrong person you should give your prayers to. God will do nothing, even for his most dedicated followers." Isis walked back and fourth as she spoke, still looking at Sam and Dean.

"Amanda Draves summoned me; woke me from a three hundred year slumber. I was only too happy to give her the daughter she's always wanted, along with the other families in this town." She stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the boys. "Do not try to interfere with me, or you will be punished. I plan to spread my miracles around, be an active goddess. Do I make myself clear?"

Sam seemed to relax but Dean remained prostrate and at a defensive position. "So what, we just let you go?" Dean asked angrily.

"Dean, it's not like she's doing anything bad. Why should we stop her?" Sam tried to convince his brother. Dean wanted to give in as easily as Sam did, but he could hear John in the back of his head, telling him different.

"What's in it for you, Isis? Huh? Going around, making everyone a big happy family? I call bull. Nobody does anything for anybody without a price. So what's yours?" Something flashed in her eyes, quick and almost unnoticeable but Dean knew this wasn't just for the good of the people. There was malice under the helpful facade.

"Don't get in my way, Dean Winchester, or I will be forced to punish you." Isis glared at him.

"Sorry honey, I'm not into that kind of thing," he grabbed for his knife off the floor and lunged towards the goddess. With ease, she grabbed Dean's wrist and squeezed it until he released his blade.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I warned you. Now-" she wrapped her other hand around his neck and squeezed. Sam grabbed his gun off the floor and fired three shots into her chest. Isis raised her eyebrows and looked at Sam, unmoving. "I liked this dress." She released Dean and threw him across the room, begrudgingly looking down at her bloodied dress.

The older brother landed flat on his back, coughing loudly and curling onto his side before standing up like a true solider. He swayed and Sam ran over to catch him.

"Dean... Sam... it was lovely meeting you both. I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon." And with a slight nod, she was gone.

Dean sat back on the floor and let out more choking coughs until it finally passed. Sam checked around the room for hex bags or a token like it. After a thorough search, he leant a hand to Dean. He stood with his brother's help and did his own check, just to be sure.

"What do you think she meant she'll be hearing from us?" Sam asked while pulling out his laptop, preparing to research Isis.

While talking, Dean started undressing until he was in his boxers. "No clue. We've got to find out how to gank the bitch. Something doesn't seem right." He collected his dirty clothes and set them out to be cleaned later and grabbed a towel.

••••••

Sam had several windows up on his laptop, bouncing back and forth from myth to myth, trying to piece any information together. He heard the shower stop running, waiting to give Dean the information he'd found, sorting through what was important and what wasn't.

"What?! SAMMY!" he heard Dean yell from the other room.

"Dean!" the younger brother jumped out of his chair so hard, it fell over backwards. He ran to the bathroom and threw the door open, steam rolling out. "D...Dean?"

Sam stood wide eyed as he absorbed what he was seeing. A woman with light honey brown hair and shocking green eyes stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She had freckles on her cheeks and a few on her neck. The towel didn't cover the anti-possession pentagram tattoo under her left collarbone, and the samulet hung from her neck. Nothing short of horror was on her face.

It took a second for it to process for Sam... Dean was the woman. "Oh my god..." he put a hand over his mouth and stared at Dean in shock.
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