Ellen dashed into the backroom. "Dean, honey, hold on a second."
"Oh God, Ellen. I can't do this. I'm not ready to be a Dad. I can't."
"It's ok, Dean. You're fully dilated. You're going to be a Daddy no matter if you're ready or not."
"No, no, I can't. I can't. Ugh! I'm not ready."
Jo rushed to her boyfriend's side and grabbed his hand. "Dean, baby, Calm down. Your daughter…our daughter is ready to be born. We have been preparing for this for months."
Dean tilted his head back and yelled in pain. He gripped his belly tight. "Dean, you're hurting the baby by not doing what your body is telling you to do." Ellen said.
Sam went to the other side of the bed. "Dean, come on you can do this."
"Oh God, Nngh!" Dean pulled his head forward and pushed.
"That's it, Dean. Keep going, just like that." Ellen encouraged. "She's crowning."
"Son of a bitch." Dean gasped as he waited (dreaded) for the next contraction.
"You're doing so good, sweetie." Jo ra her fingers through Dean's hair.
"I hate me, I hate being a carrier, I hate witches, I hate this, Ugh!" Dean yelled as he began to push again.
"Good job, Dean. Come on, pushpushpushpushpush. He head is almost out."
Dean was panting heavily. He looked over at Sam. He was like a lost puppy. "Kill me, Sammy. Kill me, please."
"No, can do, big brother."
Dean glared at Sam. "I hate you!" Dean began to push. He felt the head come out.
"Stop pushing, Dean. The head is out."
"Argh, why? I have too…Oh God, I have too…"
"Hey head is out. Small pushed to get the shoulders out."
Once the shoulders popped out Dean gave one last big push and the little girl slid out and put her new lungs to use. "She's out, Dean. You have a little daughter. Congrats, you're a Daddy." Ellen smiled.
Sam took a blanket and covered Dean's lower half after Ellen delivered the after birth and Dean held the tiny infant.
"What are you going to name her, baby?" Jo asked.
Dean just looked at the newborn. She was staring up at Dean. "Laney Marie Winchester."
"That's a perfect name." Jo smiled.
Dean had a huge smile on his face. "You wanna hold her?"
"Yes, yes, more than anything."
He paced the new born in Jo's arms. "Hey there, angel. You put your Daddy through Hell these past few months."
"Jo, Can I talk with you?"
Jo looked at her and Sam. "We'll give you guys some space. How about I take little Laney and get her cleaned up? Come on, Sam." Ellen said standing up and Jo passing Laney to her. Ellen walked out of the room with Sam following behind.
Dean painfully got out of bed and slipped on some new pants. Jo stood up and stood in front of her boyfriend. "What did you wanna talk about?"
"I know this isn't the perfect time to do this and I'm definitely not in my best condition, but I can't wait any longer."
"What are you talking about?" Jo looked confused.
"Joanna Beth Harvelle, I want to be with you forever. I want to raise Laney with you. I want raise more children with you, 'cause I will not have another one, but I sure as Hell will raise'em with you. So, Jo, I love you." Dean walked over to his duffel that Sam had brought inside and walked back to Jo. He got on one knee. "Jo, will you do me the honor and being my wife? Will you marry me?" He opened the little velvet box with a diamond ring inside.
Jo covered her mouth and muffled cries escaped her lips. The ring was beautiful. She knew Dean didn't have the money to afford that ring but she didn't care. She moved her hands to her cheeks and a huge smiled spread across her face. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. "Yes, yes, Dean. More than anything, yes."
Dean smiled as Jo held out her hand and he slid the ring on her finger. He slowly rose to his feet. He kissed his fiancé. "I want you to be Laney's Mom. Even if you really aren't…she doesn't have to ever know that."
"You need to rest. You just had a baby."
"I'm fine, come on, let's spread the news."
"Dean, please, rest. You were running a fumes before you left and went into labor. Please, rest."
Dean nodded but pulled Jo in closer. "Will you rest with me?"
Jo smiled. She laid down beside Dean and they curled up together and drifted to sleep.
6 MONTHS LATER…
"Are you all done?" No more?" Jo said as she sat at fed Laney. She "signed" 'No more' by waving her hands back and forth, one hand over the other.
Laney mirrored the motion and babbled as Jo wiped her face with a napkin to get the excess food off Laney's face. Dean walked in with Sam. "Hey there, baby."
Sam sat down at the kitchen table and smiled as he took a swig of his beer. Dean looked at his daughter and gave a very exaggerated surprised face. His mouth wide open and his eye big and round. He walked over to his fiancé kissed her cheek. "Hey there, Laney-Lou. Were you a good girly for Mama?"
Laney just smiled and laughed. "She was fine. A little fussy."
"Why was she fussy?"
"She was hungry. That's it."
"Good, I don't like hearing that my peanut was fussy."
"She's growing like a weed, Dean, Jo." Sam remarked.
"She's going like a Winchester, Sammy."
"Well, Ellen and Bobby are coming over for dinner tonight." Jo said picking Laney up out of the high chair. "Someone wants her Daddy." Laney squirmed in Jo's arms and stretched his arms out to Dean and whined. 'Dean took Laney our of Jo's hands. "You ready to see Granny and Papa, Laney-Lou?"
She giggled. Dean walked over and sat on the couch and played with his baby daughter. Jo and Dean decided to buy a house close by the Roadhouse. Sam lived with Jo and Dean and helped out with Laney. "So have you and Dean set a date for the wedding?"
"Yeah, in May. 2 months away."
"Wow, that's pretty close. When did you have time to plan? Dean has been doing some intense shifts at the garage, the Roadhouse, and the coffee shop down the road."
"Dean doesn't sleep a lot. Dean has done a lot of the planning."
"Are you planning on having any more kids after the wedding?"
Jo looked down at the ground for a moment. She looked back at Sam and smiled. "I'm already pregnant."
"What?"
"Yes, I found out yesterday. I was waiting for the right moment to tell everybody. Can you not tell Dean?"
"Of course, this is your news to tell. How far along are you?"
"I was…late so I took a test then went to doctors office. Dr. Turner did a sonogram and he says I'm about 4, maybe 5 weeks."
"Congrats. You're going to be a Mommy for real."
"I know, now, I have to start dinner."
"I'll get out of your way then." Sam said as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Laney-bug, look who is here, Uncle Sammy." Dean grinned then gave a huge yawn.
"Dean, how about I watch Laney for a little while and you got take a nap. You look exhausted."
"I'm fine, Sammy. Really, don't breathe down my neck."
"Dean, you had Laney 6 months ago. You have been gun-ho working non-stop, 18-20 hour days, 7 days a a week, while you are planning a wedding, and taking care of your 6 month old daughter."
"I said 'M fine. Let me be, Sammy. 'M just trying to put some 'xtra money on the table."
"Dean, Ellen and Bobby are helping with paying off the house. I work with you at Bobby's garage and weekends at the Roadhouse. Jo is going to start working again at the Roadhouse soon. That means when she is working someone is going to have to take care of her. You are working 3 jobs, just tone it down. We have enough money." Sam slowly picked Laney out of Dean's arms.
"Sam, 'M fine. So, 'M a lil tired, sue me. I just had a baby, working 3 jobs, exercise to get the f-ing baby weight off, planning the wedding, spending time with my fiancé, spend time with my daughter, and eat. Sleep is the last thing on my mind."
"I got Laney, you march up stairs and sleep before I knock you out and make you late for you shift at the Roadhouse."
" 'M going, 'M going." Dean staggered up the stairs.
