"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Dean yelled. "I'm going to kill you!"
"You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you." Sam encouraged.
"Shut up, shut up!"
"Just breathe. Breathe, Dean. Just like we practiced. In, in, out, in, in, out."
"Dean mirrored Sam's breathing. He seemed to relax a little bit but still just as angry. He panted and rubbed his swollen abdomen. "I hate you, I hate this, I want her out. Kill me, please!"
"It's ok, It will be over soon."
"She is fucking killing me! Nrgh! I swear—" A contraction hit Dean pretty hard.
"Don't worry, Dean. WE are almost to the Roadhouse. Once we get there Ellem will know what to do."
Dean grabbed Sam's forearm. Sam glanced over at Dean. He had a panicked look on his face. He was squeezing Sam's arm tighter.
"Dean? What's wrong?"
"I…I think…uh…I think my…my water broke."
"Do you need me to pull over for a moment?"
Dean nodded grabbed his stomach. "I need new pants. Aw, baby, I'm sorry. I messed up your leather seats."
"We'll get you some fresh pants. Dean, hey, it's ok, Bobby can help you to the leather." Sam said as he put the Impala in park and walked to the trunk and grabbed a pair of sweat pants for Dean.
Dean had gotten out of the Impala and was walking around beside the car with his hands on the small of his back. Sam handed the pants to Dean. He quickly got off the soaked jeans and boxers and slipped on the sweatpants. Sam had gotten a rag and wiped the bloody, watery liquid off the leather seat. "How much longer? I don't know how much longer I can take being in the Impala."
"We have less than two hours. I'll call Ellen once we get back on the road."
Dean nodded just as a contraction hit. "Sammy!"
"I'm right here, Dean, I'm right here." Sam dashed over to Dean and he grabbed Dean's hand. After that contraction was over Sam got his brother into the car and pulled his phone of out his jeans and dialed Ellen's number.
"Sam?"
"Hey, Ellen."
"It's nice to hear your voice. How's Dean? The baby?"
"That's what I'm calling about."
"What's going on? Is he ok?"
"He's peachy. He's just in labor."
"Really? Where are you?"
"We are just under two hours away. I need you to get ready in case we're in a hurry. Notify Jo."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get Jo right on that. Can I talk to Dean?"
"He's kinda in pain right now, Ellen."
"Sam, I know what he's going through and he ain't the first carrier I have dealt with."
"Alright. Ellen?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for helping Dean out."
"It's nothing. I know Jo and him have been seeing each other since the incident. Jo loves Dean and even if that baby girl isn't hers she is happy with Dean. I'm more than happy to help."
"Still thank you… for everything. You have done so much for Dean ever since that witch… you know…to Dean…in the cabin right before I killed him."
"Argh! Sammy!" Dean yelled during the start of the next contraction.
"It's ok, Dean, just breathe. Hee-hee-who, come on. Breathe."
Dean closed his eyes and breathed. "Alright, Elle, here's Dean." Sam handed the phone.
"Dean?"
"Elle, this hurts so fucking much."
"I know, sweetheart. I'll stay on the phone for as long as you like until you get to the Roadhouse."
Ellen could hear Dean breathe through the contractions the way her and Bobby told him throughout the pregnancy. "Oh God, Ellen. How did you do this voluntarily?"
"It will all be over soon. Once you hold you baby girl in your arms, you forget all that pain."
Dean turned his head. "Sammy, drive faster. I need to get out of this car."
"Ok, ok. Do you want to get in the back so you can lie down?"
"No, no, just drive. Go faster, go faster."
"Dean, I can't go any faster."
"You have to faster, dammit!"
"Dean, sweetie, you have to calm down and breathe."
"Ellen, it hurts so much. I can't hold the phone anymore. I'm going to hand up."
"Alright, sugar. Call me if anything happens. We are ready when you get here."
Dean hung up and slowly handed Sam his phone. Dean rested his head on the window and slowly rubbed his hand along the side of his very extended belly. He was in between contractions. Sam sped up as fast as he could go without losing control of the Impala.
After 2 long, painful, terrifying hour drive they finally made it to the Roadhouse. The parking lot was empty. Ellen and Jo closed up shop and everybody was gone.
"Sam, help me out of this damn car."
Jo cam running out and over to the passenger side door. Dean slowly got out of the car. He held his stomach tight as Sam helped him inside and Jo held his hand. "You're having the next one."
"The next one?"
"You heard me."
"We'll talk about that later. Let's think about the one right now."
The three of them walked into the backroom where Ellen was waiting. "Come on, Dean. Laid down and let me check you out." Ellen said.
Dean basically collapsed onto the bed and Ellen helped him out of his pants. Jo sat in a chair by the bed and held Dean's hands and ran her fingers though his hair. "You're doing so good, baby. Not much longer."
Dean gave a half smile. Jo kissed his forehead. "Well, I have good and bad news."
"Good news. Tell me the good news."
"Alright, good news is the at I'd say you're 9 centimeters."
"And the bad news?" Jo asked for Dean as a contraction crashed into him hard.
"The pain is going to get even worse."
"Great." Dean moaned. Jo kissed his forehead again.
Sam walked out of the room and over to the bar. Ellen followed behind him and grabbed two beers. "Be prepared for thing to get loud and painful."
"I know. I hate to see him in this much pain."
"I hate this as well, but it will all be over soon."
"Soon…I'm going to be an Uncle."
Ellen smiled. "I bet your daddy is looking down on y'all and smiling."
"You really think so? I thought he would be mad because I killed him along with yellow eyes."
"I know so. You killed the thing that killed your mom. He is so proud of you and I know it."
Sam smiled. "Thank you, Ellen. I needed to hear that."
Sam had just sat down when Jo burst through the door from the back room. "Mom, Sam, it's time. You better hurry. Dean's not being patient."
