Author's Note: Damn. It's been too long. This chapter has been have finished for awhile but I've been sequestered in the computer lab for the past two weeks for finals. Last ones though. Graduating Saturday. Hopefully updates will start coming regularly again now.

Offspring

Chapter 19

Dean vaulted off the examining table, bracing his burgeoning stomach with an arm.

"Dean!" Sam's voice was high pitched and grated on Dean's ears. "You can't do stuff like that anymore. You could hurt yourself."

"Fine, Sam." Dean yawned, already exhausted by the day. "Don't be such a girl about it."

"Or the baby." Sam rolled his eyes as that gave Dean pause. "When did you get so attached anyway?" His younger brother's expression softened to curiosity.

"Sometime between getting my life threatened for it and some demon wanting it. I'm not a big fan of demons trying to take what's mine. Plus me and the kid have to start getting along if we're sharing my body now." Then the elder hunter tried to shrug nonchalantly as he popped the VHS tape and handed it to Sam. "Our lives are fucked up already, right? Why not add a kid into the mix? Aren't you happy about being an Uncle, Sam?" He smirked at his own lame joke.

Sam shook his head and grinned a little. "Never thought it would happen this way, Dean. Or at all for that matter. You're not exactly what I'd picture a family man."

"What're you talkin' about? I'll make a great dad." He rubbed his stomach, peering down at it as he felt the brat wriggle around again. "Teach the kid not to be an asshole, how to pick up chicks, which beers the best."

"And if it's a girl?" It got a little smirk out of Sam, he wouldn't put it past his brother to actually raise a kid that way; he had experienced Dean's childrearing firsthand.

Sam's tentative smile faltered as he remembered. The elder hunter followed his brother's eyes to the shredded medical table. "You know something, Dean."

"I do." Dean looked away and pulled his sweatshirt back on. "Not much."

"How can you say 'not much'? That succubus must have done something to you back there!" He answered his brother's flat look by specifying. "Besides the obvious! I mean you have claws!"

"Not right now I don't." Dean frowned as he pulled his zipper up. "Now I'm not sure if she did that to me." He looked down at his completely human fingers. "She said something about mom…"

"And you didn't mention this until now, why?!"

"I got alotta things on my mind. Give me a break, dude. And calm down. You gotta be the rational one while I'm all hormonal." Dean turned to his brother and gave him a characteristic grin. "You gotta be my birthing buddy, huh?" He waggled an eyebrow.

Sam really wasn't in the mood for joking at the moment. Dean was driving again as he looked out at the passing landscape, his mind working furiously to the sounds of 'Bad Company'.

This was impossible.

Then again with their lives anything was possible wasn't it?

But it was against everything their father had ever taught them. Of course Sam had recently found some exceptions to the 'all unnatural things are evil' mantra, such as the 'vegetarian' vampire nest. And (maybe/hopefully) himself, but even his father had told Dean to kill Sam if it came down to it. John Winchester was cold blooded enough to kill his own son because of what yellow-eyes had to done to their mother, what he was trying to turn Sam into.

But that was another thing.

His father would never have raised them like that, with so much hate, Dean especially, if he knew what their sainted mother was.

"Could be." Dean had insisted at the hospital. "It could mean nothing. Demons lie. This could be some kind of trick to get me to go with her."

But it sounded too right to Sam. He'd wondered since he found out how their mother really died why it was that he was Chosen. Were all the children the yellow eyed demon picked half-demons?

He opened his mouth again to discuss his speculations with Dean but it seemed like Dean had now reached his 'sharing and caring' quota for the day. His older brother was definitely gaining some psychic abilities himself now, managing to turn up the radio every time Sam attempted to discuss this new information.

The music was blasting so much that Dean almost reached his goal for blowing Sam's thoughts out of his head.

Almost.

This strategy wouldn't save Dean from an inevitable confrontation and discussion at the hotel. And his brother was not going to get the chance to lock himself in the bathroom again.

But maybe he'd be off the hook for a little while. This lead, while really close to home, could solve more mysteries than about Dean's offspring. With this information they could uncover the motives of the yellow-eyed demon himself. Maybe he would be able to keep the rest of the Children from losing their sanity, somehow find Ava and rescue her...

Sam's eyes slid over to his brother again. This must be hell for Dean.

The perfect sweet mother that he remembered from when he was practically still a toddler, the woman whose life he had been taught had been extinguished by everything supernatural, was something otherworldly herself. His Angel was a demon in disguise.

Dean would be able to get over it eventually though. If their father was alive, Sam doubted the old man ever would. They were both driven by so much rage, but Dean was young; he still had Sam to keep him anchored. Sam doubted their dad ever saw his sons as an anchor. Hunting everything he saw as evil was what had really kept him alive. That was why Sam used to resent him so much; he was always taking them and especially Dean for granted. Their Dad would have broken if he knew.

Then suddenly there was this baby, this kid that Dean had suddenly grown so attached to. Did it have something to do with knowing that their mother was the same?

Another question I'm sure he won't answer… I could ask him when he's drugged on the big day. The younger Winchester held back a devious look as they pulled into the motel parking lot, Bobby having promised to meet them later.

Sam had some phone calls to make himself so, to the older Winchester's surprise, he didn't pounce on Dean right away. That uncle that bought Mom's plot, he should know something about it. He regretted he couldn't follow the lead to Kansas just yet but they'd have to wait until all this was all over. A phone interview would have to do for now. If the man ran, not that he should have a reason to, the Winchesters were excellent trackers.

It might be a problem if the guy already knew they were hunters. If he really was related to their mother; if all this was true.

Dean's driver door was ajar and his keys were out of the ignition, he gave Sam a strange look when he didn't move to get out of the car. Sam gave a start and followed his brother's example, walking into the motel room. Just one more question.

"Did the demon tell you anything else? You said it mentioned Cambions and our mom."

"Oh right." Dean frowned. "She told me her name; Lilith."

Sam froze midstep. "Come again?"

"The bitch said her name was Lilith before she started spouting that bullshit about Mom and Azazel whoever the hell that is. Why? That mean something to you, Brainiac?"

Sam clenched his fists and fiddled with the lock to their room as they made it to the door, mind buzzing again. "It couldn't be.. the Lilith. Maybe it's just a namesake or something…"

"Dude. I'm not following." Dean said exasperatedly as he walked into the cool room in relief. Sam imagined he was just happy to be talking about something in this case other than Mom. "You're going to have to think out loud in order to keep me in the loop. I don't have any shit like telepathy."

His cranky older brother started digging through his pile of wrappers. "Fuck. I knew I should have stopped at the store. Where's that peanut butter…?"

If he actually listens in his crazy junk food frenzy… "Lilith was in the original Genesis. She was Adam's first wife, supposedly she was created at the same time as Adam and his equal. The couple quarreled constantly and Lilith was eventually chased from the Garden of Eden for refusing to be subservient to Adam." Sam coughed. "Or refusing to do the missionary position."

Dean laughed with a mouthful of peanut butter. "You're kidding. The chick got kicked out of Paradise for that?"

"According to the legend, yeah. It later got cut out of the Torah and Bible but after she left the Garden, God changed his mind. He sent angels after her to retrieve her but she refused to return with them and they cursed her.

"Because her sin involved sex the curse specified she was to feed off of it and the souls of babies and young children. While Eve was later given a way to have children as a result of the curse of eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge, Lilith was left barren and starving until Adam, Eve, and later their sons were in the outside world.

"She tested out the curse and had sex with Adam while he was sleeping. She got pregnant but each time she had a child they were full blooded demons like herself. She slept with Adam's eldest son Cain and got the same result, but once he killed his younger brother and was further exiled by God—"

"Dude. How do you know all this crap?"

Sam rolled his eyes and continued. "Cain ended up being taken in by Lilith and she made him immortal to become the first Incubus at her side. Since Lilith never ate the fruit of the tree unlike Adam, she was immortal, and preyed on Adam's children while questing for her own."

"So you think the chick that did this to me is the first human that still exists from Creation?" He gestured to his abdomen.

Sam shook his head. "I'm not saying anything like that… But you said that she wanted you to give her the 'perfect offspring'… According to the story she's unable to reproduce with humans although her demon children can. If our mother was really… a demon, then maybe that was what Lilith needed. To impregnate one of her minion's children."

Dean made a face. "If you think about it that way then that demon's my grandmother."

"If you think about it that way then all the girls you've slept with are your sisters."

"Good point." Dean adjusted his sweatshirt and went for the marshmallow circus peanuts next. "So it's sounding more and more like this Lilith chick… But the Doc said he delivered a bunch of cambions before and they were normal. He didn't say anything about them getting kidnapped."

"I'm not sure why you would be different. Didn't she say you were special somehow? Or our mom was? Plus… she might never have tried to have a kid with a cambion before. And definitely not a guy."

Dean blinked as it had never occurred to him before. "I- We're cambions?"

"That would kind of follow if mom was really a succubus…" Sam trailed off and smirked to make the mood lighter. "I really wouldn't be surprised to find out you were part incubus. You're practically a man-slut."

"Very funny." Dean flopped down on the bed in annoyance apparently too tired to worry about anything anymore. "Alright 'Encyclopedia of Weirdness', I'm trusting you to figure this out while I take a nap." He almost choked on his piece of chewy sugary goodness and sat up slightly to swallow it properly. "Maybe when I wake up this'll all be some really fucked up dream."

"Dude, our whole life is one fucked up dream." He watched as his older brother curled up on his side with an arm wrapped around his stomach protectively, breathing evening out quickly as his other hand clutched the bag of marshmallows like a security blanket.

Sam studied Dean's stomach where he knew the very human looking baby stirred inside. Despite his profession that he hoped it was a dream, he knew Dean was getting very attached to the thing inside him. Maybe it was some kind of defense mechanism for the baby to make its' host like it, but he had the feeling this was all Dean.

Dean was still Dean, he just treating it like he would a normal kid- well… like he treated kids he found annoying. Like that boy Michael from Fitchberg, Wisconsin who they had to convince to help them find the Shtriga to save his little brother. The kid also happened to be a wiseass and reminded Sam a little bit of how Dean had been as a kid, from what he could remember.

So maybe his sarcasm and annoyance went to kids he was extra fond of or attached to. Kind of how he treated Sam on occasion…

Sam frowned. If they were in too deep before, now they had hit bottom. He needed this to end well.

Dean might break if it didn't.