You were an angel and you quickly had made a reputation of sleeping with everyone. You and Dean, both of you unable to keep your legs closed, slept together multiple times, which is why you disappeared a few months ago and had a baby a week ago. Dean's baby.

As Dean was currently living with Lisa and her son, Ben, you decided not to bother him. Instead, you crashed with Bobby, and also decided might as well informed Sam, who you'd learned had somehow gotten out of hell.

You led Sam into a kind of makeshift nursery. He peered over the crib, some kind of half smile on his face. "So, this is the little cherub, huh?" Sam asked, poking at the baby's cheek.