The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe was stretched out on the couch, balancing a plate of food on her stomach as she idly watched the television. She was certain that there were more messages creeping into her voicemail, but she was ignoring their existence for the time being.

[For demons_death.]

Zoe watched John carefully as they started in on breakfast in the morning. He'd been brooding ever since they heard about Sam getting hurt, and it bothered her that she couldn't think of any way to make all three Winchesters feel better. She tried to come up with something to say, but her thoughts were interrupted by a quick pain at her side, and she glared down at her belly.

"I'm feeding you as quickly as I can. You can stop kicking any time now, honestly."