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Trapped
Chapter 2 – The Delivery
It was the middle of the night. After a tough day of dragging his body around Dean had laid down right after dinner and couldn't find the energy to even roll over. He lay on his left side, like he was supposed to, with a pillow between his knees to take some of the tension off his back. All day he what been nagged by a reoccurring pain that started at his spine then traveled around his waist. Sam had called Doctor Porter's office in a panic and the nurse told him to let Dean rest and see if the pains built up into a pattern.
Sam had a little notebook on the bedside table and marked the time every time Dean groaned. "What a geek," Dean thought to himself.
He had been bothered by false labor pains for weeks now. Once they had made it all the way to Dr. Porter's private clinic before the pains went away and Dean felt like a fool. Dr. Porter had patted his arm and told him not to worry about it.
"It's your first," The old man had counseled. "Don't worry. When the baby's ready you'll know. When you get your first real labor pain you'll wonder how you could have ever been fooled." The doctor had pulled off his scrubs and walked them both back to the entrance.
"But he's almost a month late." Sam complained. "He's in pain most days. We both just want this to be over."
"Sam," Dr. Porter said while now patting Sam's arm. "Take it easy. First babies are notoriously late. You could have had the conception date wrong. There are just so many possibilities. If it does go on much longer we can try to induce labor but that means drugs, a lot of drugs. The baby will be affected and will most likely have to spend time in neo-natal in the hospital after he is born. It is so much better for both of you to just let it happen naturally. "
Sam nodded his head and Dean, seated in a wheelchair, had put his hand up and squeezed Sam's.
"Listen to the Doctor," Dean said. "It's going to be alright."
Now it was the middle of the night and Dean wondered if he shouldn't have gone for the induced labor. At least he wouldn't be laying here next to Sam gritting his teeth and hanging on. He finally couldn't take it anymore and when the next pain started he moaned loud enough to disturb his brother.
Sam, alerted by the groaning woke up and rolled over. "Is it time, Dean?" he whispered.
"How the hell would I know?" Dean growled. "Never done this before, have I?" Now it felt like his back was burning and he tried to rise from the bed to his feet. With the clumsy, out of balance motions that had plagued his latest month he almost rolled out of the bed to the floor.
Sam sprang up and threw off the blanket. Moving swiftly around the end of the bed he caught Dean around the chest and pulled the Omega to his feet.
"What do you need?" Sam asked. "What were you trying to do?" Sam glanced at the illuminated clock on the bedside table and made note of the time.
Dean held tight to Sam's biceps. "I thought that maybe walking around might help the pain in my back." He almost whined. "I am so tired of being in pain all the time."
"Alright, come on." Sam whispered and laid his check against Dean' head. "That might be a good idea. You want to try for the bathroom?"
While waiting for Dean Sam tried to call Dr. Porter. It was the middle of the night but Sam felt that a doctor who had spent his life delivering babies most likely would be used to these kinds of calls. He was right, Dr. Porter picked up on the third ring and listened to Sam's rapid fire explanation.
"It's all right, Sam," Dr. Porter soothed. "It happens all the time. Half of all babies are born in the dark. They have no sense of time, the little buggers. Now remember what we talked about. Calm down."
Listening to Dr. Porter, who they trusted, calmed Sam's breathing right down. Then a moan from Dean in the bathroom sent his anxiety spiking right back up. He felt like he was spinning. Again Dr. Porter calmed him down.
The Doctor asked a series of questions; what was the time between pains, had Dean's water broke, where was Dean now. Sam answered clearly, he hoped. Dr. Porter asked Sam to get Dean to walk around the house until he wanted to lie down again. "But, listen, Sam," Dr. Porter instructed, "if those pains get closer than five minutes apart get over to my house as soon as you can."
Bobby had set up a meeting with Dr. Porter after Sam told him about the other doctor's offer to buy Dean after the baby was born. Bobby had been furious and called Dr. Porter immediately. They had all met at Dr. Porter's house and were disturbed to learn that such an offer was not uncommon if the Omega in question appeared valuable. What Dr. Roarer had suggested to Sam was fairly common and a lot of young Alphas went through with it.
The Winchester's paranoia spiked along with Bobby's. No one was getting their hands on Dean. When Dean had insisted that he would deliver the baby at home so no one would know Dr. Porter offered to let them use the little private clinic he had at his home. Dr. Porter knew about Hunters and that was who he usually ended up treating in his little hidden clinic. He had never heard of a Hunter Omega before, however, and regarded Dean as a wonder of nature.
The old doctor also understood the extreme danger that Dean posed for himself and his family. He had no doubt that an Omega with Dean's skills would be imprisoned and most likely executed if he defended himself to the full limits of his abilities. Dr. Porter could see dead Alphas creating a trail right back to their little subversive group.
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Sam had walked Dean up and around Bobby's house for as long as Dean could handle it. When his water broke they were standing on the front porch and Sam nearly panicked. The labor pains were only at about six minutes apart but Bobby got on the phone to Dr. Porter and begged him to let them come over early before Sam fell apart.
As soon as they arrived Dr. Porter met them at the door with a wheelchair and brought Dean back to the examination room. Sam was vibrating like a violin string and Porter glanced at Bobby. Bobby spread his arms. "I don't know which one is in worse shape, the one in labor or the one just watching."
Dr. Porter checked Dean and announced that he was dilated to 4 centimeters and there was a long way to go but now it would go faster. It would also be more painful since Dean's water had broken. The fluid acted as a shock absorber, he said. Something Dean could understand.
The doctor wrapped a baby monitor around Dean's distended gut and told them that walking would speed up the process but maybe if Dean laid down for a while he might even be able to nap, something that would help later when there was real work to be done. Sam led Dean to a hospital bed and tucked him up. Being very careful Sam climbed in behind his brother and wrapped his arms around him, rocking him a bit to distract Dean from the contractions. It was now going on 12 hours since labor had started and Dean was exhausted.
Dr. Porter shut the lights off in the little birthing room off to the side of the examination room and said he would return in about an hour to see how dilatation was progressing. Sam was surprised to find that Dean did finally doze off. He would moan in his sleep and partially awake when a contraction hit but Sam was grateful for small favors. He knew the sleep would do Dean some good.
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It was another 6 hours before Dr. Porter pronounced Dean fully dilated and they stayed on the birthing room bed. Now Dean was expected to push on demand and Sam wrapped his brother in his arms and tried to help. Dean panted and pushed and broke out in a sweat. After about an hour of pushing on demand Dean appeared to be completely spent. "I can't do this anymore, Sam. I can't keep it up."
"Sure you can. You have too. Come on Dean, you've done so well and you are so close. Just push when Dr. Porter says to." Sam murmured. Dean clenched and strained as Dr. Porter chanted "Push, push, push. You're doing fine; just push a little more, then you can rest."
"Oh God, oh God," Dean moaned. "I think he's stuck. I can't keep doing this. Why won't he come out, Sam?"
"No, no, nothing's stuck. You're doing fine, Dean." Dr. Porter answered for Sam. "It's just his head. He close to crowning now and you're almost done. Now just push when I tell you, OK?"
Dean moaned over and over. "Never coming near me again, Sam. I swear."
"Dean, push again." Dr. Porter instructed. "Bear down and keep pushing until I tell you to stop."
Dean groaned and Sam held on, rubbing a clean cloth over Dean's sweating face. "You're doing fine, Dean. Almost over; he'll be here soon."
"Sam , get him out. Why won't he come out? I'm so tired."
"Dean," Dr. Porter barked. "This is important. Stop pushing. Just push when I tell you to. I'm going to want little sharp pushes but only when I tell you to push. Do you understand?"
Sam popped his head up "Is there something wrong?"
"No, Sam. Everything's fine. The head is almost completely out. Now I'm going to get his shoulders clear and we'll be pretty much near the end." Dr. Porter answered. "OK, Dean. Don't push until I tell you too. Are you with me, Dean?"
Dean groaned again. "Just get him out. Please get him out."
"Almost done now," Sam murmured. "You'll be done very soon. Just listen to the Doctor."
Sam took a second to glance at Bobby who was sitting in a corner watching the birth. "You all right over there, Bobby?" Sam asked.
The old Hunter ran his hand down his face. ""I ain't the one doing the work, son. You got the good end there; I got the ugly one here. Just keep working. How's Dean holding up?" Bobby stood up and moved over to Dr. Porter. Bobby was to be the doctor's nurse and he had his duties to perform. He picked up a towel from a side table and waited.
Sam glanced down at Dean's straining ace. "He's great, Bobby."
"Dean," Dr. Porter called out. "You're almost done now. Can you give me a couple of small pushes?" There was a gasp from Dean and a moment later a baby's wail was heard.
Dr. Porter looked up at Sam. "Do you want to cut the cord, Sam?"
Sam looked down at Dean in his arms. He would have to put Dean's head down and untangle himself from the bed. "No, go ahead. I'm just going to go on holding Dean."
In another few minutes Dr. Porter handed over the new Winchester to Bobby who wrapped the baby in his towel and started rubbing the baby clean. The rubbing also stimulated the baby's circulatory system and baby Winchester demonstrated his unhappiness with the current situation by exercising a healthy set of lungs.
"Dean, you still there Dean?" Dr. Porter asked.
Sam replied. "I'm not sure. I think he's awake just really tired.'
"Dean, the next thing you'll feel is the afterbirth coming out; nothing to worry about." Dr. Porter finally stood up from his little stool. He stood and stretched and lifted a pan over to the side of the instrument table.
He stood looking down at the new baby and whispered to Bobby. Bobby nodded and lifted the child, bringing the baby over to Dean. "Here, the doc suggested that you might be able to do something about all this yelling." Bobby said and proceeded to set the baby on Dean's chest.
Sam smiled and realized that maybe the baby was looking for a nipple. He moved Dean's arm up to support the child and helped the baby's sucking lips find the teat and fasten on.
That brought Dean awake. "What the hell?" he yelped then realized that the room had suddenly gone quiet and his son was happily sucking away.
"Fine, OK, just this once." Dean murmured at the baby. "Just don't get too used to it buddy boy."
