I stared at Jack while he slept over the top of my phone and smiled. I liked Jack but my brothers would never allow a relationship between their little sister and a regular guy, never mind a nephilim of the archangel Lucifer. I sighed and went back to scrolling through my Tumblr feed.
“Y/N,” Dean said.
My head shot up and met my oldest brothers eyes in the rearview mirror. “Yeah?”
“Stop staring at Jack while he’s sleeping. It’s creepy.”
“I’m not staring at Jack,” I said unconvincingly, blushing like crazy. I thanked Chuck that it was dark and tried to calm myself down.
“Yes you are,” Sam said, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “You’ve been staring for a while.”
I huffed. “So.”
“So no,” Dean said, making his signature are you crazy face. “No. You and Jack cannot be… whatever it is you want to be.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “He probably doesn’t even like me. Can we drop it please?”
“I like you Y/N,” Jack said, and everybody jumped. Nobody had realized that Jack had woken up. “I would like to be, um. Your boyfriend. That’s the word right?”
“Yeah, that’s the word. Wait really?” I said.
“Yeah, I really like you but wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
Sam snorted and I turned to look at him and Dean. Sam was holding back laughter while Dean turned from red to purple.
“Dean,” I said, nervously.
“It’s fine Y/N. You and Jack can be what you want to be. I’ll deal with Dean,” Sam said.
“Nope,” Dean said and then everybody erupted with laughter. “Stop laughing. I said no.”
Imagine in order to fight off Lucifer's child, Cas has to knock you up so you too can have a angel/human hybrid child
All hope was gone. A true tragedy. Rumor has it that the Winchesters could kill anything or save the world at the snap of their fingers…but this was something no one expected. Lucifer had a bun in the oven, and no one knew where she was. Now, the Antichrist was on the verge of being born, and the chances of the world not crashing and burning was slim to none.
“Now what?” you sighed as you sat down in a nearby chair, your hands in your hair as stress began to take you over.
“Well,” Sam began, “research could still be helpful…or Crowley, Rowena-”
“Crowley is not going to help us on this, and Rowena isn’t trustworthy!” Dean interrupted.
“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Sam’s arms flew up in the air in frustration before coming down with a harsh slap against his thighs.
“I do,” Castiel spoke up in his monotone voice. All eyes turned in his direction for further explanation. “It took another archangel to battle Lucifer when he was cast out of Heaven…Michael. Michael had the same power as Lucifer, or even more powerful some believe. We need something as powerful as this child…another hybrid.”
“What are you suggesting, Cas?” Dean snapped in confusion.
“I’m saying,” he sighed, “that I could impregnate Y/n, so that when Lucifer’s child is born…so will the Nephilim.”
“What?” the youngest Winchester demanded, his brows knitting together.
“Hell no!” Dean practically yelled at the angel who was growing more and more frustrated by the second, yet no one bothered to ask you about your opinion even though you were the person that had the most control in saying if it was happening or not.
As the tension grew in unison with the volume of their voices, the small string that was holding your mouth shut snapped. “OKAY! ENOUGH!” you yelled as you stood up from your chair. “You two have no say in this! It’s between Castiel and I!”
“Y/n, you seriously aren’t considering this, are you?” Sam asked in a voice that dripped in disbelief.
You only shrugged. “Hey, you guys risk your lives any chance you get just to save one or two people. I think I can do the same for the entire world.”
“Save it, Dean!” With a sigh, you held your lower stomach and closed your eyes. “I’ll do this for you two. For the world. To kill that monster that is growing this very moment somewhere out there…It’s time I do something useful around here.”