Prologue

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   She stared down at the positive pregnancy stick. Tears pooled into her eyes, clouding her vision as the shock settled in. Had she known such an occurrence was even possible, she never would've given in to that devilish grin he wore all those months ago. And what of him now? Killed by his own brother. Now their little abomination of a child will live parentless. No home, no family. No protection.

   She had to think quickly. Surely it wouldn't be long before word got out that there was to be yet another Nephlim born, of an arch angel no less. It wasn't safe here. It wasn't safe anywhere. Crowley is dead, the gates of hell no longer welcomed her. Heaven is on lockdown, something about extinction. She knew now who would kill her, visiting the Winchester's with such news presented too much risk. But there had to be something...

    She called the one number she could think of; the uncle. He was probably dead now that she thought about it, but for the sake of her child she prayed otherwise. After four beeps the line was picked up.

   "Rowena?" A voice like gravel spoke.

   "Castiel. I have some news...."

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