Well here we are Part 6! I really hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 1

Sam sighed fondling his cellphone waiting for Dean to call like promised. Dean was away on a hunt with their dad and he was stuck spending his Columbus weekend holed up at Bobby's. This was the third time in the past couple of months that Dean had left him to go take care of a hunt. Sam knew it was who Dean was, but it wasn't fair. He was always alone just like when they were kids and he had to stay behind at some fleabag motel. He was soon pulled out of his thoughts by his phone ringing.

"Hey Dean," he grinned.

"Hey Sammy, you busy?"

"Nah, just finished all my work. Now m'lying on the bed missing you."

"Miss you too, baby," Dean said his tone low.

Sam blushed. He loved it when Dean's voice like that, low and rough. It was enough to get him hard every time. He unconsciously moaned and palmed his cock. Dean laughed.

"Alright there Sammy?"

"Shut up jerk. S'all your fault."

"Relax Sammy, I'll help you take care of it."

~SPN~

"Shit Dean," Sam laughed as he used a shirt clean himself off.

"You alright?"

Sam didn't answer as he felt a sharp pain beneath his balls. He frowned as he took a breath and tried to place the pain. This one was sharper than the dull pain he felt earlier that night.

"Sammy?"

Sam bit his lip as he waited to see if the pain would subside.

"Sam!"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing. I just felt a little pain. It's probably the hole forming like Simone talked about."

"Jeez Sammy, scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, but I gotta go baby. Dad's asking for my help."

"Kay, love you."

"Love you too. Call me if anything changes."

Sam hung up the phone and lay down as he curled up and promptly fell asleep.

~SPN~

"Everything alright Dean?"

Dean nodded as he helped his dad double check the weapons for this hunt, "Yeah, Sam said the birth hole appeared."

John frowned, "Dean, what's wrong?"

"I'm just worried. He sounded like he was in a lot of pain."

"I'm sure it's nothing. Probably just the beginning stages of his labor. I remember Mary going through the same thing."

Dean just nodded as he prepared for tonight, but his mind he was thinking about Sam and how he wished he was with him right now.

~SPN~

The next morning Sam woke to an even bigger pain than before.

"Bobby!" he yelled.

He got no answer and tried yelling for him again before dialing him. Sam whimpered as he got no answer. He threw back the covers and stumbled out of bed. Just as he reached the stairs, Sam felt and heard a faint pop and then wetness down his legs.

Shit! "Bobby!" He cried making his way slowly down the stairs. His water had broken.

As he made his way to the couch, he dialed Simone only to get her voicemail. Sam growled as he tried Bobby again only to receive the same thing.

"Where the fuck is everybody?!"

He took a couple breaths before dialing Dean.

"Sammy? Hey, Can I call you back, we're-"

"Dean, he's coming!" Sam cried cutting his brother off.

"What?"

"My water broke, DJ's coming!" Sam cried as he felt the insistent pressure between his legs and below his balls.

"Sonovabitch! I thought your labor just started."

"So did I! Dean!" Sam screamed.

"Shit! Where's Bobby? Did you call Simone?"

"He's not here and they won't answer their fucking phones!"

"Call them again. We're on our way baby, just sit tight."

"Dean, the baby's fucking coming! Do not tell me to fucking sit tight!" Sam yelled.

"Sam, just relax and breathe, we're on our way."

Sam slammed his phone shut. Did Dean not understand that his son was coming right the fuck now? Sam sighed.

"It's just us DJ."

Sam bit his lip. He'd stitched himself up before, he figured he could deliver the baby himself. He needed supplies.

~SPN~

A few minutes later Sam was nude from the waist down seated on a towel with his supplies next to him.

"AAAHHH!" he screamed pushing with the first contraction he felt.

He took a break and then just before he pushed again, stuck one of Dean's belts in his mouth and gripped the edge of the couch and pushed. Sweat dripped down his face as he continued to push with all his might. Every time he took a break, he whimpered and removed the belt from his mouth. The belt didn't do much to muffle his screams and cries of pain, but it did help prevent him from biting his lip off or breaking his teeth.

~SPN~

An hour later Sam smiled weakly at his wailing son. He carefully took the string he had found in one of Bobby's drawers and tied it tightly around the umbilical cord before taking the sterilized knife and cut the cord. He brought his son closer in his arms and smiled at him before passing out.

~SPN~

Bobby and Simone got to the house at the same time as Dean and John.

"Where the fuck where you two?! Sam called you. More than twice!"

"Dean, not the time," John said waiting for Bobby to open the door.

The four entered the house totally not expecting the sight they were greeted with. In the middle of the floor was Sam. He was naked from the waist down, passed out with Dean in his arms in the middle of a pool of blood. Dean and the others surveyed the scene. There was blood on his legs lower stomach, DJ was covered in blood, there was a knife next to the cut off umbilical cord as well as a small cup of whiskey, which Dean figured was used to sterilize the knife.

"Well shit," Bobby muttered. "He delivered Dean all by himself."

"No shit! This wouldn't have happened if you had answered your damn phones!" Dean yelled.

"Dean…" Bobby started.

Dean ignored him and went to Sam and tried to wake him up. He wasn't budging. Simone came over and picked up DJ and wrapped him in the towel. Dean took Sam and they piled into the impala and headed to the hospital.

TBC...

Max: Poor Sammy. I wonder what's gonna happen now.

Me: I know.