They thought the hunt was successful. They shot a witch right in between the eyes. Sam and Dean headed back to their motel to pack up and leave. That's when Dean started acting weird. They packed up their clothes on their own beds. Sam had glanced up at Dean once and noticed that Dean had stop packing and was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. "Hey, man, you okay?"

Dean shot Sam a glare. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Come on, we hav day trip in front of us. If you're not feeling ok, I can take the night drive." Sam had noticed how pale Dean was.

Dean stood up and walked into the bathroom. He didn't even shut the door. Sam heard Dean's double bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon make a second appearance. After a few moments he heard the water running in the sink and then turn off and Dean walked out looking slightly pale. "Yeah, Sam, you can take the night shift. I think I did to rest."

Sam smirked "The Great Dean Winchester admits he needs to rest."

"Shut the fuck up." Dean grumbled packing again.

Five minutes later they wear on the road. Dean had propped himself against the car door with his face plastered to the widow. Dean stayed like that for an hour before growing a massive headache. Dean gripped the side of his head. Sam tried to keep his eyes on the road and make sure his brother was ok. "What's wrong, Dean?"

Dean groaned. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Sam noticed this one thing. Dean had one hand covering his forehead and the other holding his stomach. That can't be a good sign. Sam pulled over to the side of the road and parked the Impala before turning to his big brother.

"Dean, talk to me." Sam touched Dean's shoulder.

"Don't touch me." Dean mumbled.

"What's wrong?" Sam snapped.

Dean slowly sat up and looked at Sam. "I have a massive headache and I'm insanely nauseous. There's nothing you can do because we can only get to the bunker which is what we were doing anyway." Dean panted.

"Do you want to lie down in the back?" Sam suggested.

"Dammit! Sam!" Dean snapped. He flung open the car door and walked a few feet away from the Impala before leaning forward and losing more of his stomach contents. Dean spit into the pile of bile before walking further away from the Impala to take a piss.

Sam took his chance and peed as well. Sam got back to Impala before Dean. Sam propped against the Impala and waited. After about 10 minutes Sam was getting worried. "Dean? You doing ok?" Dean weakly walked over to Sam. "What took you so long?"

"I got lightheaded and had to sit down and now I have really bad heartburn." Dean grumbled.

"Might be that double bacon cheeseburger…with extra bacon from dinner and all the puking you have been doing."

Dean rubbed a hand over his face. "Can I take your offer and lay down in the back?"

"Why are you asking? It's your car. Go ahead." Sam opened the rear door and then hopped into the driver's seat. Sam started to drive again. Dean was almost silence. He was probably trying to sleep.

It was about 45 minutes later when Dean spoke up. "Sam, it's getting real hot in here, turn the AC on."

Sam was confused. "Dean the AC has been on full blast for an hour. I was about to turn it off because I am freezing."

"I'm burning up, Sam." Dean moaned. "I'm still lightheaded and my whole body hurts and I'm hot."

"Do you want to come back up here? I don't know what to tell you Dean. I can't get the air any colder."

"Pull over. "

Sam nodded and parked the car off to the side of the road. There was really no point because it was 3 in the morning on a back road in New Hampshire. Sam got out of the car. Dean had opened the door but didn't get out. He held his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees with his feet planted on the ground. Sam walked around over to face Dean. "You gonna to puke again?"

Dean nodded then gagged and dry heaved. Sam walked into over to trunk and lifted the hood. He pulled out a bottle of water. He walked back over to Dean. He was taking short choppy breaths. "Here, you need to drink something."

Dean shook his head. "I can't keep it down."

"It doesn't matter. You're going to tear up your throat. Drink."

Dean took a few sips before standing up. He closed the back door and opened the passenger seat. Sam got the signal and hopped into the driver's seat. "I don't understand I felt fine after the hunt and even to the diner. It wasn't until we got back to the motel."

"Maybe that diner wasn't as good with their meat cooking as you thought."

"I'm going to stop you there. I don't want to puke all over my baby."

"Well, we still have a long drive and if you aren't up for taking the wheel we are going to stop in a couple hours so I can sleep and we can get back on the road."

Dean nodded. "I'm going to try to sleep again."

Sam smirked and flicked on the radio and played AC/DC softly. It actually did lull Dean to sleep. That didn't last for long.

For a little over an hour Sam just drove and tapped to the beat of whatever song was playing. He would glance over at Dean and noticed that he was sweating. He was right that he was hot, but it was not in the least bit hot in the car. Sam had goose bumps. He pointed all the fans to Dean in hopes that would help.

After about another hour Dean started to come to life. He blinked and ran his hand down his face. "How long was I out?"

"Around 2 hours."

Dean looked confused. "Only 2 hours?"

"Yeah, why?"

""Cause I have to pee something bad." Dean said readjusting himself.

"We aren't close to any kind of gas station. We were about half an hour ago when I filled the Impala up and used the bathroom."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You hadn't been feeling well; I wasn't going to wake you from peaceful sleep."

Dean nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem. The best I can do is pulling over."

"Then pull over. I'm about to spring a leak." Sam smirked and quickly pulled over and Dean flung open the door and walked over to the nearest tree. Once Dean got back they were off again. They hadn't been driving for 10 minutes when Dean started to complain. "God, my legs are killing me."

"What's wrong now?"

"I think leg cramps." Dean massaged his thighs.

Sam sighed. "Do you want to stretch your legs?"

"No, I'm fine." Dean grumbled.

"When Dean Winchester gets sick he really goes all out." Sam smirked.

"Shut up, bitch." Dean snapped. "Dude, do you think that witch did this to me?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I mean she did say that she had special plans for me when I fought her to the ground. Remember she socked my in the gut right before I shot her in between the eyes."

"I can call Kevin?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah, good idea." Dean said trying to stretch his legs.

After one phone call with a pissed Kevin Tran because of waking him up in the middle for night, Dean had a new pain.

"Ok, Thanks, Kev. We should be home late tomorrow."

Sam looked at Dean and Dean had a pained looked on his face as he held his lower pain and sat up right. "What's up?" Dean groaned.

"Kevin is going to research your symptoms and what I told him about the witch. The best we can do right now is get to the bunker." Sam said as Dean had a very pained look on his face as he held his lower back. "Ok, seriously, dude, what's up?"

"My back is killing me." Dean groaned.

"Well, we still have a long drive ahead of us."

Dean shook his head. "I'm calling Cas. I can't stand being in here anymore." Dean closed his eyes. "Dear Castiel. I pray to you to get your ass down here pronto because I'm not feeling well and we need to get to the bunker to figure out what's wrong."

Sam and Dean both heard the flutter of wings in the back seat. Dean turned around. "Hello Dean, Sam."

"Can you bring us…and the Impala to the bunker?"

Cas nodded and pressed two fingers to Sam and Dean's forehead and they were sitting at the main table in the main room of the bunker. Dean turned to Cas. "The Impala is sitting in the garage."

"Thanks, Cas." Dean said rising to his feet and placing his hands on his lower pain again and a pained look paint on his face once again.

"Are you ok, Dean?" Cas asked standing.

"I'm fine, my lower back is just hurting."

"I am sorry you are in discomfort."

"Thanks, Cas." Dean smirked and walked around the room while Sam went to talk with Kevin about what was going on.

It was about an hour before Cas had to leave. "Dean, I must go back to Heaven. Pray for me when you find out what is wrong. I will come as you say "Pronto"."

Dean smirked and Cas vanished. Not even an hour passes when Dean is hit with a wave of pain in his abdomen. He sat down and breathed through the pain thinking that Kevin and Sam should have a sure or know what they are dealing with soon.

After about 15 minutes the pain came back but harder. He had been walking around the room and he gripped the edge of the table and bent over some and slowly breathed through the pain. It was barely 10 minutes later before another peg hit him even harder. It surprised him and a scream of pain escaped his lips.

At this point he lowered himself into a chair and leaned over wrapped his arms around his stomach and his head between his knees. Sam and Kevin ran into the room where they heard Deans scream. "Dean?"

Dean had moved that he was on the balls of his feet in front of the chair he had been sitting in. His head was in his arms in the chair. He was rocking his hips side to side and moaning into his arms. Sam and Kevin had just figured out what was going on with Dean and Dean was trying everything in his power to make himself comfortable. Sam walked over to Dean and crouched down beside him. "Dean?"

Dean looked up and Sam saw the tears coming out of Dean's eyes. He had to be in major pain. "Make it stop, Sammy."

"We figured out what's going on with you. We can't stop it. You're just going to have to ride it out."

"What's going on?" Dean said then hissed and closed his eyes and squeezed Sam's knee tight.

"Umm, the witch…." That all Sam said when Dean's head shot up and looked down at his crotch. There was a pretty large wet patch in between his legs. "Dean, you're water broke."

"My what broke?"

"You water broke, you're pregnant. You're in labor. That's what the witch did to you. You're going to have a baby."

Dean opened his mouth to say something when another wave of pain crashed into him. Another scream of agony escaped his lips. Dean's grip of Sam's knee only grew tighter. "Sammy!"

"I'm right here, Dean. I'm not going anywhere."

Dean was very sweaty at this point. Sam helped Dean to his feet once the contraction was over. The brothers managed to walk halfway to Dean's room when another contraction slammed into Dean. He was going to power through it as much as possible but he got about two steps before attaching onto Sam and biting the shit out of Sam's back to muffle the screams of pain.

"It's like they are getting closer with everyone." Dean panted.

"They are. The witch made it that the pregnancy was sped up. Each hour was 1 month. Now the contractions are going to move more and more until they are constant and you…"

"Deliver the baby. Sam, I don't have a vagina." Dean gasped as anther one hit. They were about a minute apart now. "Fuck!"

"How do you think your water broke?" Sam suggested and walked into Dean's room.

As Dean sat down on his memory foam bed he began to freak out. "Oh God, Sammy! Something is pressing down on my hips. Something is putting pressure on my hips."

"Do you mean there's pressure on you pelvis?"

Dean nodded and tilted his head back and groaned. "It's like I have to take a massive dump."

"It's because the baby is coming Dean." Sam said moving over to the end of the bed. "Take off your pants and boxers."

Dean was wide eyed. "Buy me a drink first."

Sam gave a bitchface. "Come on, you're gonna have a baby now."

Dean had stopped paying attention to Sam. Another contractions hit and it was like something clicked in Dean's head. He stripped off his pants and boxers and brought his knees to his chest and pushed. Sam was shocked. It must have been part of the curse. Call it mothers intuition.

Dean stopped pushing and got up from the bed. Sam was confused. "Dean? What are you doing?"

"I can't push like that. It's not comfortable." Dean walked half naked out of his bed and back over to that chair he had been in. He was squatting in front of it pushing again. "Sam! A little help here it's coming fast."

Sam ran over and dropped to his knees. "Umm…what do you want me—"

"Catch it!" Dean yelled and pushed again. Sam saw a round object start emerging from Dean. Dean groaned but kept pushing.

"You're doing good, Dean. I can see it head."

"I can feel the head." Dean snapped. "UGH! JUST PULLED IT OUT!"

"It doesn't work that way, Dean. Just keep pushing."

Dean groaned and pushed again and more of the little baby came out. Sam kept his hand under the infant once the first shoulder popped out. After that first shoulder She came out all at once.

"Kevin get me a towel, a blanket, a shoe lace, and a sterilized pair of scissors." Sam yelled.

"What am I; your maid? Why can't you get all that stuff yourself?" Kevin moaned until he reached the main room where he saw Dean half naked sitting as limp as a rag doll in the chair he had been squatting in front of and Sam was holding a naked, crying, filthy infant, still attached to Dean.

Kevin retreated down the hallway and threw Dean a blanket and Dean weakly covered himself. Kevin walked over to Sam and handed him the shoe lace and scissors. Kevin helped Sam wrapped the tiny new born in the towel and Kevin tied the shoe lace a few inches away from the infants naval.

Sam cut the cord and handed the baby to Dean. "Congratulations, Dean. It's a girl."

Dean weakly smiled. "Hey there, tin little thing. I'm sorry we didn't really have a chance to bond like woman normally do, but you are adorable."

"Do you have a name for her, Dean?"

"Joanna Ellen Winchester."

Sam smiled. "I thought you were going to say something along the lines of Mary."

"Mom wouldn't have wanted that. So I named her after 2 other strong women in my life."

Sam smiled. "I like that name. Now we need supplies."

"I got you covered." Kevin said.

"What? How would you know what a baby needs?"

"I have been to baby showers before. Hell, I've helped my uncle decorate my aunts nursery. I know what we need. I mean if I'm going to be an Uncle I should do something for her." Kevin said as Sam threw him the keys to the Impala.

"Uncle?"

"Yeah, You did say we were like family."

"Yeah, but you're not going to be the Uncle who spoils her, that my job." Sam pointed his thumb at his chest and smiled.

"I'll be back in a while." Kevin walked to the stairs when something didn't feel right. "Hey, why hasn't Dean said anything about me driving his car?"

Sam turned around to Dean. Dean was in his own world rocking the baby girl in his arms. He was zoned out smiling from ear to ear and he ran his thumb over to bottom lip. That's when the baby grabbed Dean's pointer finger. Dean's mouth open but never broke contact with Little Joanna's eyes.

"Dean?" Dean was in his own world. "Dean?"

Dean looked up at Sam. "Yes?"

"Kevin is going to head to the store and grabbed baby supplies. He is going to take the Impala." Sam was waiting for the explosions.

"Why haven't you left yet, Kevin? Sam gave you the keys." Dean looked over at Kevin then at Sam. Sam's mouth hung open. "What?"

"You're actually going to let, Kevin drive the Impala? You barely ever let me drive her."

Dean eyes fell back to Kevin. "Scratch my baby up and I'm shoot you."

"I have an archangel attached to me, Dean."

"All the archangels are dead or worse. Michael is in Lucifer's cage with Lucifer. Raphael is dead. Gabriel is dead."

Kevin retreated up the stairs and out of the bunker. Sam smirked and look over at Dean who was back at staring at his daughter. "Come on, Dean. Let's get you in bed."

Dean wasn't listening anymore…again. Sam lifted Joanna out of Dean's arms and cradled the infant. "Time for bed, Dean."

Dean nodded and wrapped the blanket around his waist and entered his room where he grabbed a pair of barely ever used sweatpants and slid into bed. "What about her?"

"I was going to make her and makeshift crib on the bed next door until Kevin gets back."

"Bring a mattress into here and make the makeshift crib in here." Dean said with his eyes drooping.

Sam nodded. "Go to sleep, big brother. I've got her."

"I know you do. Just have to make sure."

Sam Laid Joanna at the end of Dean's bed in between Dean's feet and pulled a mattress to the side of the bed and piled a few blanket to make a nest on the bed. He put pillows on each end of the mattress to insure security. Sam lifted the infant up and laid her down into the nest. She whimpered a little bit but she snuggled down into the nest and slept. Before Sam had a chance to look up at Dean, he was already asleep. Sam smiled and walked out of the room and shut the door.

"This is going to be tough." Sam sighed walking into the main room.