AnnaBeth sighed, and glanced over at Sam with tired eyes, laughing at the baby already having an opinion of things.  Smirking, she rubbed her stomach, calming her down, "Alright.  Pick your own name then.  Maybe I can read your mind...", she joked, although she genuinely hoped she could read the baby's mind, eventually.  They were connected, but she still felt like the child wasn't truly hers.  She jolted a bit with a groan as Mika knocked on the door, narrowing her eyes at the quick exchange between Sam and her best friend.

"What was that all about?", she asked, giving another rough shove against the lump at her side.

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Dean turned, as Arik's cigarette was blown out of his hand by Castiel's rapidly beating wings, thankful to see Mika back.  He gratefully walked over to her, leaning his forehead on her shoulder, and closed his eyes, the pounding in his head growing more and more the longer he went without drinking.

"Any booze?...Oh!  Pie...a woman after my own heart...", he muttered, excitedly grabbing the pie from her hands and popping the top of the container.

"The pigeon flew the coop.  I don't think he likes the fact that the 'savior of the world' is siding with the demon, here.  He'd rather go off killing babies.", Arik chimed in, taking a seat on one of the beds in the room.  He laid back, his muddy boots hanging off the edge slightly as Dean rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What he said..."