Sequel to Future Sons

*Please read Future sons first or else this will make no sense. I apologize I have never been pregnant so I'm not sure if this makes sense or not but hopefully it does*

June 10th,2010-

It was a month and two days since Sam had fallen into the pit, but who was counting? Dean and Beth had brought a house not to far from Sioux Falls in Howard, South Dakota. It was small yet had a charming appeal to it. The house had three bedrooms, one was already a bright blue that was already designated as the baby's nursery, the other being a master bedroom and a guest bedroom which Jocelyn currently occupied.

A little over a week ago Dean had gotten a job at the local construction company it wasn't hard for him to fake a few files it wasn't like they had asked many questions. Jocelyn had gotten a job at a bar, a block from the house. Every night since that fateful day in May, Dean had ended up at the bar Jocelyn worked at and every night they'd both come home smelling of booze.

Claire had spent her time at home, spending her last month of pregnancy actually on bed rest. She was past her due-date which was two days ago and was waiting for the baby to actually be born. In the middle of reading Gone With The Wind, she felt a sharp pain cut through her stomach it wasn't a kick or passing gas. She let out a small shriek when she felt another a few minutes later.

"Claire?" asks Jocelyn peeking her head into the bedroom, "Claire?"

"Baby coming now," she mutters, "call Dean!"

Claire made her way limply to the bag that was packed near her closet and made it slowly down the steps holding her stomach.

"Dean's on his way," says Jocelyn, "sit down I have to time your contractions," She had flipped through the pages of the baby book that Claire had brought.

"Can you get my shoes?" asks Claire.

"Which ones?" asks Jocelyn.

"Doesn't matter any as long as they match!" calls out Claire.

Jocelyn placed a pair of white sneakers carefully onto Claire's swollen feet. Claire's hands rested on her stomach. There was a honk in the front yard.

"Ready?" asks Jocelyn.

"No," replied Claire as she slung her arm around Jocelyn's shoulder and slowly walked towards the black car.

SPN

"Her contractions were twenty-three minutes apart," Jocelyn tells the nurse at Howard Memorial hospital.

The nurse had Claire sitting on the bed, setting up her I.V.

"I'm nurse Katherine," she says, "the doctor will be right in to see you,"

Katherine looked at her charts and in-between Dean and Claire.

"First child?" she asks.

"Is it that obvious?" asks Dean.

"Just a bit," says Katherine who walked out of the room.

Dean squeezed Claire's hand. Jocelyn sat in a chair not too far from them.

"Joss?" asks Claire, "could you do me a huge favor? Call Bobby see if he's around I'm sure he'd love to see his grandson,"

Jocelyn nods taking her phone out from her pocket and walking out of the room. She scrolled through her phone book but didn't stop at Bobby she scrolled down until it highlighted Sam. She could feel the tears brimming at her eyes. Brushing her eyes she went back to Bobby's number and pressed call.

"Hey Bobby it's Joss," she says.

"Hey Joss everything okay?" he asks.

"Everything's great I guess….uh Claire's in labor she wanted you to come-

"I'll be there in an hour," says Bobby, "Howard Memorial?"

"Yep," says Jocelyn, "I'll see you in an hour,"

She pressed end without getting her goodbye she learned a long time ago that hunters didn't say goodbye.

SPNSPN 3 HOURS LATER

It took three hours for Tristan Samuel Winchester to be born. He came out a screamer that was for sure.

"He's healthy and I've got to say he is absolutely adorable," says nurse Katherine as she cleaned him and then wrapped him in a baby blue blanket and walking back to the waiting parents, "do you have a name picked out?"

She placed the small baby into his mother's arms. Claire's smile if possible grew wider as she stared at the little life in her arms.

"Tristan," she says, "Tristan Samuel,"

She leaned over and kissed the baby's small forehead.

"Tristan Samuel you are safe and you are loved," she tells him and then looking up at Dean joyful tears in her eyes, "look at him? Look at what we did,"

"I see," he says and he almost smiles for the first time since May, "hi there little guy,"

He reached out and took the little hand was reaching out from the blanket. It was so small, so little. Bobby and Jocelyn had made their way into the small room to catch their first glimpse of their grandson and nephew.

"He's so small," states Bobby, "it's weird to think that the teenager that was here a few months ago is this little tiny baby,"

"No," says Claire, "that teenager isn't the same as this baby. This baby isn't gonna grow up safe well safer than his older-self did,"

A/N: reviews are loved=) and for the first few chapters it will be little snip bits of the year Sam wasn't with them….then of course season 6… any cute baby Tristan stories or ideas I'd love to hear….