Finding Grace

Chapter 5

         Three months later and the baby is starting to kick up a storm. Gabriel sighs, rubbing his stomach lightly while laying back on his bed. He should be giving birth soon. He can feel it. He hums quietly to himself and the baby. It's so much easier for Sam and Dean right now. Dealing with that chick, "Bella" and a lucky rabbits foot. Gabriel only knows this because he asked a fellow brother of his to watch over them for him. They seem to be doing well even if it's hard for that brother to give information because of his lack of sympathy for humans. Gabriel sighs. He wishes Sam was here for all of this. But no, he thinks Gabriel is dead. About as dead as turkey on thanksgiving. So pretty dead.

    Sam huffs out a breath in the passenger seat of the impala. He leans against the door, watching the moonlit scenery pass by quickly as his brother cusses out Bella for taking his lottery tickets. "Dean, really." Sam turns to look at him, "It's not that bad-"
   "Not that bad? Not that bad?! Sammy, we could've been rich! I could've been rich." Dean grips the wheel, knuckles turning white.
   "Dean, breathe. We would've gotten caught by the police if we picked up the money."
   Dean scoffs and focuses on the road. Sam sighs and scratches the healing cuts on his knees. All the sudden, a wave of energy washes over him then another, making him nauseous. "Dean," Sam breathes through his gritted teeth, "pull the car over or I swear I'll barf all over the dash."
   "Woah, okay..?" Dean pulls the car over onto the side of the road, "You okay-?"
    Dean got his answer when Sam opened the car door and coughed up his guts onto the dirt. "I guess that's a no. God, Sam." Dean answers himself.
    After a few minutes of hacking out all the food in his body, Sam wipes his lips on his sleeve and rests his back against the seat. Sam let out a quiet 'ugh' as he sat back. "What the hell was that?" Dean blurts, looking at his pale brother.
    "I just...got nauseous. You didn't feel that..?" Sam looks curiously to his brother.
    "No, I felt nothing. I'm glad you told me something before you puked all over 'Baby'."
    "Yeah. you're welcome." Sam said bluntly.
    "Still feeling nauseous or can I keep going?"
    "I have nothing else in my stomach to barf up so yeah. Continue driving."
    "Alright, 'Barf'." Dean riles up the engine and starts driving again.
    Sam sighs and looks at the ceiling on the impala. He starts wonder what was that energy was from? And why did it only effect him? He shakes his head and looks to Dean. No, he needs to stop stressing over other things. He's already stressed over the fact that Dean has less than a year to live.

       Being an archangel has it's perks when you have a kid. You don't have to buy everything needed for the little tike. Gabriel sighs, cradling the little girl in his arms. It's going to be a lot of work for him from here on out. Thankfully, all angels don't sleep. He gets up and hums as he walks to the window. Well, time to start his life as a single parent. He looks at the child asleep in his arms and smiles softly.     
She's beautiful. She has Gabriel's golden eyes, which is rare, a mix of his and Sam's nose, and he can tell that she'll have Sam's strong and steady face. He sighs, he's going to spoil her rotten if she uses puppy dog eyes on him. He gently lays her in the crib and tucks her in. He leans up against it and looks at her. Beautiful, little Grace. He lays a soft kiss on her head which makes her face scrunch up slightly. He holds back a chuckle, afraid to wake her even more. She is the light of his life right now and he can't let her go.