Chapter Five
When Charissa finally gave birth, Dean, Sam and Bobby were on a hunt. She had, in the midst of her contractions, dragged herself to the Beau. She shoved the key in the ignition, grunting, and holding onto her stomach, as pain ripped through her lower abdomen. "DEAN!" she screamed, gripping the door of her car with a grip of steel. When the wave subsided, she turned the key, and despite her better judgement, she pulled out of the Salvage Yard, and sped down the highway towards the closest town.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she panted, as another contraction hit her, and she grabbed the steering wheel, and dug down, to keep her eyes on the road. "Come on, baby, just stay still for a bit, please!"
She pulled into the small, rundown bar on the edge of town, and prayed to Castiel that there was some one there. She was sweating, and holding her lower stomach, as she dragged herself to the doorway. She flung it open, just as her waters broke. The owner of the bar, a big tattooed man, saw her, and dropped the glass he was wiping. "Please! Get.." she gritted her teeth, as another contraction tore through her, as if determined to destroy her. She wailed loudly, and grabbed her stomach. The bartender rushed to her side, and rubbed her back. "GET ME DEAN! I am going to TEAR HIS TESTES OFF!" she screamed, and the man just patted her back.
"It's all right, sweetheart, let it all out," he said, in a surprisingly soft voice, and she looked at him, pleading.
"Just get this little shit out of me, please!" she begged, and he shook his head.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but that baby is going to come in it's own due course. You need to relax, and sit down," the man soothed, and she nodded, panting. Sitting down in one of the old chairs, she looked at him, apologetically.
"Sorry about the puddle," she said, embarressed, and he just chuckled.
"Your not the first woman to give birth here, sweetie, about 20 years back, there was another woman, looked a bit like you as well," he said,and she giggled, before wincing as pain ripped through her. "I was only twenty at the time," he said, rubbing her back, and she nodded, grimacing at the pain.
"Hey, you know, I think the baby is coming... like no-OOOWWW!!" she finished of screaming, as her lower half contracted. Within seconds, the man had her on the floor, in the birthing postition. She closed her legs, in embarressment. He chuckled.
"Sweetie, I'm a trained midwife, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before," he said, and she looked at him, before sighing, then screaming in agony, her head rolling back.
"SHIT! SHIT!! SHIT!" she howled, as he lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He looked at her for a moment.
"Yep, this baby is deffinatly coming. Your crowning, sweetie, I'm going to need you push soon," he said soothingly, and she banged her fists.
"NO! I WILL NOT GIVE BIRTH ON THE FLOOR OF A BAR!" she howled, and he looked at her.
"Yes, sweetie, you are."
And so, Samual Jonathan Winchester was born. On the floor of the rundown bar on the edge of town, while his father slaughtered a wendigo.
JUst so you NOT THE END!! There is going to be ONE more chapter. And then its the end!
