"Oh God, Dean…" Sam moaned while lying on his side.

"I'm right here, Sammy."

"Make it stop. It hurts so bad."

"I know it does. You're doing so good. Breathe, he-he-who, breathe with me, he-he-who." Dean said sitting in a chair right beside the bed still holding Sam's hand.

Dr. Blake walked into the room. "Hello, Sam, Dean." She looked around confusedly.

"Cas isn't here today, sadly." Dean replied.

"Aw, why?"

"Um…he was sent to heaven for some reason."

"Oh, I'm going to say I guess you don't mean he died."

"No, he didn't die. He was needed by the God Squad, but is more important things on mine and Sam's mind."

"Yes, indeed. Ok, Sam, I'm going to need you to lay on your back for me."

Sam did as he was told. Sam moaned as Sarah checked him out. "Well, you're doing good so far, Sam. We're about halfway done. You're about 5 centimeter dilated. I'll be back to check on you a little later."

"Only 5 centimeter. Dean…"

"Sammy. You're doing great. Hang in there. Think about holding our little baby boy in your arms for the first time. Think about Bek having a little brother."

"Why did Cas have to make this look so easy?"

"He's an angel. He said not think this would be easy."

"Now he's gone, when we need him most."

"I know, but Heaven needed him."

"Fucking angels." Sam moaned as a contraction hit.

"Shh, it's ok, Sammy. Everything's ok. Keep with the breathing, baby." Sammy looked at Dean and mirrored the breathing Dean was doing. "Try sleeping for a little bit. You're going to need your strength a little later."

Sam nodded as the contraction tapered off. He closed his eyes and Dean rubbed his back until Sam's breathing evened out. Dean moved from the chair to the couch and laid down. A nurse walked in to check on Sam. "Mr. Winchester?"

Dean looked at the nurse. "Yes?"

"Does the other Mr. Winchester still want to delivery naturally?"

"I think so. He just got to sleep and I really don't want to wake him. Can you come back when he's wake to ask him? For right now, we are still going with the plan."

"Ok, how are you? Dr. Blake told me to keep an eye on you. You aren't supposed to be on your feet."

"I'm fine. Just a tad stressed out, I'm trying to stay calm and off my feet. Doctor's orders."

"That's good. I'll be back a little later."

"Ok." Dean nodded laying back on the couch and closing his eye.

"Dean?" Dean woke up from a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fluttered opened. Sarah was looking at him.

"What?"

"You needed to wake up. Sam is awake and wanted you."

Dean sat up and walked over to the bed. "Dean, it hurts."

"I know, I'm right here. A nurse asked me if you wanted an epidural or not."

"No, no, we planned to do this naturally. I'm sticking to the damn plan."

"Ok, ok, Sammy. I just wanted to know if you were sticking with it."

"Dr. Blake, please, tell me I have dilated more." Sam begged.

"You have, Sam. You're about 8 centimeters. Not much longer now. I think the next time I come around you're are going to be having this baby."

"Oh Thank God."

Sarah walked out and Sam looked at Dean. "Did you sleep well?" Sam asked weakly.

"Did Dr. Blake wake you up to check on you?"

"No, I have been awake for a while."

"Why didn't you yell to wake me up?"

"Because you looked so peaceful, and cute, and adorable. You were getting stressed, but you looked so calm while you were asleep and that kept me calm."

"Ok, no more meditating with Cas anymore." Dean laughed.

"But that's the one thing me and CAs like doing with each other." Sam remarked.

Dean figured out that the best way to calm Sam down during a contraction was to just keep talking to him about anything to get his mind of the pain. They would talk about their plans for babysitters, nannies, preschools, date-nights, play dates, the future, their love life. Everything.

"Dean, Dean, another one." Sam moaned.

"Ok, um, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby said they could come over and stay for a while next week to help with Rebekah and now the new new baby. Jo is just dying to see Bekah. Ellen and Bobby just can't wait to see their grandbabies."

"I can't w-wait to see them. It's been for-forever." Sam managed to say through the contraction.

"Have you come up with any names for him?"

"Just a few. Not much." Sam panted.

"Sam, deep breaths. Keep looking at me. Focus on me and the thought of holding our baby. Anna is taking care of Rebekah. Two out of the four cribs about to be filled. More sleepless nights with crying, feeding, dirty diapers, and spit up."

Sam smiled and let out a soft laugh. Dr. Blake walked into the room. "Ok, Sam, let me see where you are."

"I'm so proud of you , Sammy. We are so close."

Sarah had a nurse prep for delivery. "Sam, you're fully dilated. We're just about to get this show on the road."

"Finally." Sam smiled looked over at his husband.

"You can do this, baby." Dean smiled then kissing his husband on his sweaty forehead.

"Sam, on the next contraction I want you to push for me."

Sam nodded and grabbed Dean's hand. "Let's do this."

Dean smiled and he could see Sam's face turn from a smile to pain as a contraction hit him. He tilted his head forward and squeezed his eye shut. Dean wrapped his free hand under Sam's leg and pulling it close to Sam as Dr. Blake had asked to do. A nurse was on Sam's other side holding Sam's leg like Dean was. Sam began to pushed as hard as he could. The nurse held out her hand inviting Sam to hold it. Sam took the invitation.

"Good push, Sam. Another good one just like that."

Sam pushed again. "You're doing so good, baby. Keep going."

Sam relaxed for a moment. "I can see the head, Sam, I'm going to count to ten, when I say push I want you to push for ten good seconds. OK?"

Sam weakly nodded. Sarah counted. Sam looked over at Dean. He had a smile on his face. Dean glanced down at Sam's entrance and saw the head coming out. "Sammy, I can see the head. You're almost done."

"Eight…nine…ten…Push, Sam." Sam did as he was told. "One…two…Good push…four…five…keep going…seven…pushpushpushpushpush…nine…ten. The head is out. You can relax for a second."

"I can't do this anymore, De."

"You're almost done. The head it out. You can do this. Just a few more good pushes, baby."

"Ok, Sam, next contraction small pushes to get the shoulders out."

Sam began to push. "Argh, Dean, I need to push, hard. I have to so bad." Sam begged.

"Small pushes, Sammy. Small ones for right now. You can do this."

"One more small push to get the shoulders, Sam, just a small one." Sam groaned and gave a small push.

"II need to push harder, I have to now. Please." Sam had resorted to begging.

"Go ahead, Sam. Go for it. Give it your all." Sarah said.

Sam pushed hard. "Fuck." He gasped as the little body slid out into Sarah's arms.

"It's a baby boy."

Dean smiled and laughed. Sarah laid the baby on Sam's chest. "Hey there, handsome. You were a bitch to deliver."

Dean laughed some more. "You did so good, Sammy." Dean gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across the cheek of his new born son.

"Tristan Ross Winchester."

"I like that name. It's a nice strong, manly, man name."

Sam laughed softly. "When we get home you're going to meet your older sister. She's lovely but a little diva just like your Daddy Dean."

Dean smiled before leaning over and kissing his husband. "Rebekah Lynn and Tristan Ross Winchester. Two down and two more to go."

"We already have our hands full with Bek, how chaotic will it be adding Tristan into the group?"

"We can handle it." Dean smiled before kissing the top of the little boys head and the nurse taking him away to get cleaned.

"You did really good, Sam. I'll see you again when it's Dean's turn." Sarah said when she was done with Sam.

"Ugh, don't remind me." Dean smiled as Sarah walked out, leaving Sam and Dean alone to rest.