"Where are you going?" Michael raised his voice when he saw his mother grabbing her purse.

Cassiopeia looked at her son, seeing how he was sat beside his brothers, all of them holding books and reading.

"Visit the Winchesters." She said like it was obvious.

She huge.

For the first time after Gabriel, the Goddess was carrying a new archangel in her womb and was fully pregnant.

"Mum, don't you think you should stay home?" Gabriel suggested. "I mean, how far from labour are you? Two weeks? Do you want to have this kid away from home?"

The woman gave him a bitch face.

"I'm not having this baby there." She rolled her dark eyes. "Your new sibling is going to be just fine while I pay a visit to the brothers."

They didn't protest again, and Cassiopeia could hear Chuck's soft chuckle before she left.

The first thing she saw when she stepped into the bunker, though, was Dean with his face literally buried in a book, asleep, and sighed in frustration.

It wasn't the first time she got them right in the middle of research and the brothers had let go of themselves.

"Dean." She called him. "Dean."

"Huh?" The Winchester woke up.

For a moment his eyes tried to focus on the pregnant woman above him, sleepy and tired.

"Go to bed." She grabbed the book he was reading, marking the page with a paper.

"I have to…"

"Go to bed." She ignored his protests.

Dean yawned, stubborn.

"I'm fine." He lied.

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her enlarged belly.

"Alright, young man, you asked for it." She said with her mom voice – one the Goddess have just recently gotten to use again –. "Up and to your bed."

Dean looked at her serious face with his green eyes widened and blushed. They both knew he didn't even remember how a 'mom voice' sounded like until them.

"Yes, ma'am." He stood up, walking – or sleepwalking – to his room.

Cassiopeia heard steps in the room and looked over to see Sam, who had apparently just left his bed.

Come on, it's not that early.

"Mrs Shurley. I mean… Goddess… I mean…" He stumbled in his words.

She shook her head.

"Cassiopeia, Sam. That's my name."

He blushed.

"It is just… Weird." He confessed. "It is… Your biblical name."

She shrugged.

"You can call me Mother." The Goddess pointed, cleaning the table with a snap of her fingers. "Many humans just call me that while praying."

He looked down at the mug of coffee she snapped into his hand.

"I think I'll stick with Cassiopeia." He decided. "So… How is the baby?"

Not thinking, she ran a hand over her belly. Cassiopeia was close to having them, but for the first time, she didn't know the gender of the child. With the four archangels, Chuck had played against nature and assured his mate that they would be boys. But not with this baby, this time they were trusting nature to give you a surprise child.

"Just fine. Growing up."

"Will the child be… You know…" He cleaned his throat.

"An archangel." She confirmed. "We just can't have another Jesus of little god flying around the world, you know?" You joked.

Sam chuckled and blushed again.

"Yeah." He took a sip of his coffee. "Do you want anything?"

She nodded quickly.

"I actually need some water, please." The woman looked around.

Sam quickly pointed a couch and held her hand as she sat down. Goddess or not, Cassiopeia was pregnant, and sitting down was still needed some assistance from time to time.

"Freezing, please." She joked.

The goddess honestly enjoyed spending time with Sam. She didn't even realise for awhile, but now she just knew she loved him like he was one of her own children.

"Do you need anything?" She looked at him. "Any help with anything?"

Sam bit down his lip.

"Actually, there is this case and I can't translate this book, maybe you can help us."

She nodded quickly, and Sam handed the woman a thick book.

"Okay." Cassiopeia put her small hand on the hand cover, her tanned skin contrasting with the deep black.

Seconds later, she gave it back to him and Sam looked at one of the pages, smiling openly.

"Thanks." He looked down at the book.

"It was written in a dead language." She explained. "It is in English now, I think it won't be a problem."

Sam nodded and frowned when she made a face due to the quick pain hitting her back.

"What's wrong?" He stood up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Cassiopeia caressed her back for a moment. "Just the baby. This one is strong."

He didn't buy it, but with the lack of bad reactions from her for the next hour, he just let it go.

"You really used the mom voice with Dean." Sam noticed, looking up from his book.

The Goddess chuckled and looked at the clock. Oh, it was already dinner time.

"He deserved it." She stood up slowly. "I'm gonna make you some dinner and food for the weekend."

Sam shook his head, making his hair leave its spot behind his ear.

"You don't need…"

"Mom voice." She reminded him, walking to the kitchen.

If there was something Cassiopeia really appreciated was cooking. The whole annoying 'women belonging in the kitchen' thing just happened because she loved the activity.

"Are you okay with fish?" She called out loud. "I don't like the smell of chicken anymore."

Sam laughed to himself, but she could hear him for a moment.

"Yeah, no problem."

The woman was closing the oven when the pain got her again and moaned in response only to have Sam and a sleepy Dean right behind her in a second.

"What's wrong?" The taller Winchester held her elbow.

"I'm okay." Cassiopeia lifted her hands above her head. "Those are strong, those really are strong."

Dean's eyes widened when he realised what was happening.

"Dude, she's having the baby." He looked at his brother.

Sam lifted his eyes, scared like a poor moose faced by a car for a moment.

"Go call Chuck." He said to his brother and helped her sit down on a chair and looked down at the woman and then at the clock. "When did it start?"

"When I got here, I think." Cassiopeia breathed slowly.

The Winchester looked at the Goddess completely alarmed.

"And you didn't go back home?"

"You have any idea how many hours it took me to have Gabriel? It's your equivalent of half a day." She rolled her dark eyes. "Michael fought a battle in my womb for three days."

The one big reason they took so long to have a child was how hard it was. Michael was Cassiopeia's worst experience, but that didn't mean the other three boys were easy either.

"Look, Sam, this one isn't going to take me less than 12 hours to…" She started explaining, but the new wave of pain got her, a bit stronger this time. "Fuck."

He jumped when a thunder hit his ears and she blushed.

"Sorry."

Dean entered the kitchen in a hurry, and Chuck was by his side with sunglasses and a huge grin on his face.

"Why do I think you have something to do with this?" Cassiopeia looked up at her mate – and recently husband.

He only gave her one of his cute, but guilty faces.

"God, I swear, sometimes you get on my fucking nerves." She cursed, squeezing the table's edge. "I hate you."

"We both know you don't." He smiled and reached out to his wife. "We're following our plan?"

That's how she was in her bed once again, laid on plastic and moaning in pain as Chuck paced around the room.

"I hate you." She cussed. "I fucking hate you."

He gave his mate a sad face. Chuck knew how aggressive Cassiopeia got when she was in pain, but it was for greater good.

She heard a knock on the door and Gabriel's worried voice on the other side.

"Momma? Are you okay?"

"I'm in pain." She shouted back. "Why did I decide to have another child?"

Goddess or not, Cassiopeia were trapped in a human body, and that meant she would feel exactly like a human.

He made silence, and soon she heard the other three angels gathering around the door.

"Is there anything we can do?" Raphael asked, worried.

"No." She buried her face in a pillow.

"Mom." Lucifer whispered, his voice broken.

Then it came to her. They've never seen their mother like that. In the past, when it came the time to have children, Cassiopeia isolated her and only came back after birth. They were feeling helpless.

"I'm gonna be fine." She assured them. "I promise, just…"

Her voice was interrupted by a long moan and an urge to push, and Chuck quickly ran to hold her hand.

"Just give me one more hour, okay?"

Her mate looked down at her and caressed her face for a moment. As much as he liked to believe he was strong enough to keep calm while he saw the love of his life under so much pain, she knew him better than anyone else.

It was the first time he stood with Cassiopeia during labour, not because he didn't want to be with her when she was having the boys, but because he couldn't. Now, he was just trying to keep himself calm for her, and at least helpful.

"Chuck." She looked up at him. "I think it is time to push."

The four archangels waited as they heard their mother suffering in the upper floor of the house.

"Why is this taking so long? She's giving birth, not creating another planet."

Gabriel continued to eat his cake, too worried to do anything else, and Lucifer stared at the same open page of the book in his hand.

When a loud childish cry filled the air, they all stood up.

"Father?" Raphael called. "Mother?"

The four brother looked at each other for a moment and rushed up to the room's door where she and Chuck were.

But God took 40 more minutes to let them in, though, and when he did, things were already clean and organised and, as she slept, Chuck looked down at the small baby in his arms. He was smiling like a fool.

"Boys." He looked at them. "Come. Look."

The four of them squeezed themselves in front of their father, staring at the baby in his arms.

"Rainbow wings." Gabriel exclaimed.

They had had a long discussion about how the baby's wings would probably look like, and no one imagined they would be so colourful.

"So…" Lucifer looked at him.

"It's a girl." Chuck smiled, proud. This time, it was really a surprise for him. A good surprise.

"What's her name?".

"Belle." They head Cassiopeia's soft voice and looked at her. "Her name is Belle."

They all went back to the baby, and Michael's eyes sparkled when he got her in his arms.

"She looks like me." He muttered.

"She has a little bit of all of you," Chuck told him. "And from us, of course."

He sat by his mate's side on the bed and kissed her forehead, watching their children interacting.

"Welcome to our family, Belle," Gabriel said, holding her little hand. "We are really happy to meet you."