Bloodlines and Bonds: The Connection of two Worlds (Supernatural/Jack kline)

The birth of the Nephilim

"You're not seriously thinking of going out there, are you?" Crowley's eyes narrowed as he studied the chaos beyond the bunker's door. The air had dust and the distant screams of the damned pierced the silence like nails on a chalkboard.

Kelly gripped the edge of the metal frame, her knuckles turning white. "They need us," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hands. "We can't just hide here."

Crowley sighed, his eyes never leaving the battlefield. "Kelly," he began, his voice a mix of exasperation and understanding, "you know the risks."

"I know," she said, her voice a bit shakier now. "But if we don't help, who will?"

Crowley's gaze softened, and he took her hand. "You're in labor," he said gently, as if the revelation was as simple as noticing a new bruise.

Kelly's eyes widened in shock. "What?" she gasped, her breaths coming quicker. She had felt something strange, but she had pushed it aside, thinking it was just nerves.

"You're in labor," Crowley repeated, his voice calm but urgent. He stepped closer, his gaze searching hers for understanding. "Kelly, you need to stay here. It's not safe out there for you, not like this."

Her eyes searched his, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The tremors grew stronger, and she clutched at her belly. "But the others," she protested weakly.

"The fight stopped?" Crowley's question was met with a sudden stillness that was almost deafening. The cacophony of battle had ceased as abruptly as it had begun, leaving only the echoes of pain and fear to bounce off the bunker walls.

Sam and Dean burst through the door, their faces etched with determination and a hint of desperation. Castiel followed closely, his wings fluttering with residual energy from the fight. Bobby's grizzled expression was grim, while Sydney, the newest member of their motley crew, looked paler than usual.

"Crowley," Sam called out, his eyes scanning the room, "where's the medical bay?"

The demon looked up, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Sam," he said, gesturing to Kelly, "she's in labor."

Dean's jaw clenched, and he took in the scene with a quick glance. "Now?" he asked, his voice tight.

"Now," Crowley confirmed, his eyes never leaving the young woman.

The room erupted into a flurry of activity. Sam and Dean immediately moved to her side, their eyes full of a fierce protectiveness that surprised even Crowley. Bobby took charge, barking orders as he directed everyone to the makeshift medical bay they had set up in the back of the bunker. Castiel hovered nearby, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he tried to decide if his angelic healing powers would be of any use in this very human situation.

Kelly's breaths grew more ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as another contraction hit. Sam's hand found hers, his grip strong and reassuring. "It's okay," he murmured, "we're going to get you through this."

Dean shot a glare at Crowley. "What do we do?" he demanded.

Crowley shrugged. "You humans and your breeding habits," he said with a touch of annoyance. "Why don't you ask your angelic friend there?"

Sydney stepped forward, her eyes filled with a calm confidence that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos. "I know what to do," she said, her voice steady. "Let's get her to the medical bay."

They moved quickly, Sam and Dean supporting her on either side while Bobby and Castiel brought up the rear. The corridor was lit with a stark fluorescent glow that flickered and buzzed, casting eerie shadows on the concrete walls. The silence was unnerving, a stark contrast to the deafening battle that had just taken place.