Don't Fear the Reaper

Spoiling the Plan

Almost two weeks later, you stood on the front porch of the cabin, a frown on your face, as you watched Sam and Dean pack up the car. Even Kevin helped, as you stood by, the buzz of excitement coming from everyone but you.

Placing a hand on your swollen belly, you couldn't believe how fast your baby had grown. It seemed like you were three quarters of the way through your pregnancy, your daughter extremely active, often keeping you away at night.

"You okay?" Sam asked, his hand on your side as he peered down at you.

"No Sam, I'm not okay," you muttered, keeping your voice low and away from Dean and Kevin who were busy at the car. "You're leaving, along with Dean and Kevin, and I have to stay behind!"

"Y/N, we've talked about this," Sam sighed. "You know it's too dangerous. I need you here, where you can be safe."

"Safe? Sam, I could give birth at any moment. To a daughter that said I die, if you don't remember. I'm not safe anywhere!" You argued, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn't going to give in.

"Y/N, we're going to face the Leviathans. Who knows what's going to happen. I need to know you're safe here, as safe as you can be, given the circumstances."

Sighing, you tensed when your daughter kicked, not happy with her Dad either. "Just please be safe. I don't have a good feeling about this, and I...,"

"I'll be safe," he promised. "And I'll call you as soon as it's over. And you'll call me if anything happens."

"Yeah, because our signal is amazing out here," you muttered.

"Can you please just give me a kiss before I leave?" He pleaded. "I don't want to leave with you mad. I know you're not happy, but I'm just trying to keep you and our baby safe."

Giving in, you stood up on your tiptoes, your stomach awkward enough it brushed against his lower stomach as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Sam, if you don't come back, I will literally pull every string I know to get you back."

"I know you will," he muttered against your lips before Dean called him away. Kneeling down, he lifted your shirt, pressing his lips to your skin, his hands on each side. Wishing you had your phone to take such a picture, you were shocked to see Dean had his phone out, a soft smile on his face. "Couldn't miss the sweet moment," he muttered before walking past you.

"You take care of your mommy," Sam whispered to your unborn daughter. "I need both of you to safe, so I can come back to you."

Standing up, you could see the emotion in his eyes as he walked to the car, sliding into the passenger seat as Dean turned the car around, heading down the long driveway, leaving you on your own.

It was scary, being left behind, with no way to contact people. No way to head to town, in case something happened. You were completely stranded, and that thought was not comforting at all.

Not wanting to go into the confines of the cabin quite yet, you took a blanket from the couch, setlting down into the rickety rocking chair on the front porch. It was quiet, so much more quiet than normal. Sure, there were the birds chirping, the stream gurgling off to the side. But there was no Dean grumbling as he walked around, or Kevin muttering to himself as he tried to make out the words on the tablet. Cas wasn't even around, with his sweet gestures and awkward tendencies. You were by yourself, and you didn't care for it.

Hours passed, the sun starting to set, and you finally made your way inside, away from the mosquitoes starting to swarm you. Turning the main light on, you went to the well stocked pantry, ready to fix dinner and call it a night.

Sam had gone all out before he had left, buying everything you had been craving lately, along with anything that was good for your and your baby. Including these disgusting vitamins you were forced to take in the morning.

Deciding on some comfort food, you went straight for the mac and cheese, knowing Sam wouldn't be happy with your choice. But he was gone, off to save the world once again, and you were going to do what you wanted to do.

As you stirred the macaroni, you thought you heard the front door open, but when you turned around, you were still alone. Frowning, you continued to stir, wishing you could have a glass of whiskey to calm your nerves.

With your attention back on your food, you forgot about the strange sound, humming to your daughter, one hand resting on the swell of your belly when your hair was lifted in a breeze.

"What the..." you muttered, turning around, the spoon still in your hands. But you were still alone, the breeze gone. "Okay, this is weird," you spoke to yourself, heading towards the front table where Sam's knife had been left for you. "I'm not going crazy," you whispered to yourself.

"No, you're not," A voice spoke up, making you jump high, the spoon falling from your grasp as you swirled around to face the couch.

With the knife out in front of you, you stared at the man sititng there as if he owned the place. His foot was propped on the coffee table, his finger tracing the whole in the couch. "I've been wanting to meet you for quite some time," he spoke up, stadning up to come closer to you.

"Stay there!" You threatened.

"That little knife isn't going to do anything to me," he literally purred, taking another step closer to you. "I was beginning to think Sam and Dean would never leave."

Glaring at him, you began to think about your options. You could try transporting yourself from the room, but you had no idea how your unborn daughter would handle that.

"Y/N, I'm a leviathan. Everything you're thinking about is going to do nothing but piss me off," he explained. "If you just do as I say, nothing will harm your daughter."

"What are you planning?" You asked cautiously.

"I'm planning on stopping your friend's plans before it gets too far. And I need you to do that," He answered, grabbing your hand, making you drop the knife. "Now we need to hurry. I promised I wouldn't do anything to hurt that unborn child of yours, so we traveling in my car."

Pulling you along with him, he dragged you down the driveway, almost a mile away to where a sleek black muscle car was parked. "You better buckle in," he told you. "We've got a long ways to go, and we need to get there before Sam and Dean."