You were an angel of the Lord. Before you fell for the Winchesters, siding with them over the corruption Heaven was facing. You were still an angel, beautiful as ever. But an angel in love with a human man. In love with Dean.

And he'd be lying if he said he didn't love you back.

So you two had started sleeping together... and without protection. You were both sure that since you were an angel, it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant. So what was the point of protection?

Oh boy, were you both wrong. Not only did you eventually end up pregnant, but you didn't even know because, as an angel, you didn't know the symptoms. You simply thought something was wrong with your vessel when you started getting ill and your abdomen had grown a light swell.

But, one day, as you and Dean had gotten into another... heated moment, he went to pull your shirt up but paused when he noticed the hard, gentle swelling of your stomach.