"FUCK THIS SHIT HURTS!" Charlie screamed as Sam dragged her inside, she was panting through the pains as her contractions seemed to be getting more intense with every second that passed. Even though this wasn't her first child it appeared it was going to be her quickest labour. Behind him Dean was walking beside John's chair, he was leaning on the back for support after almost face planting when taking two steps together. Although he was making progress he could not afford to push his luck. Benny, Mary and Bobby were awaiting outside to see who this new person, or as Benny put it new threat was. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Charlie continued to shout grabbing hold of Sam's hand with an immense pressure that if he was not a were she would probably break it. Most likely own back from when Sam was in her position.

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, she couldn't help it and he was just as bad. He pushed his way into the cabin forcing the bedroom door where Dean had been staying open, he deposited Charlie down onto the bed before running a hand through his hair. Behind him John barged the door open, unbeknownst to them his chair knocking the door handle off of the door. Dean stood awkwardly by the foot of the bed, his eyes looking anywhere but at the red head his attention seeming to be caught at what was going on outside. Not that Sam blamed him. Dean had been ready to stand his ground, not that he could stand for long, but Benny had reminded him that for all intents and purposes he was meant to be dead. They could not show their hand too soon, especially if whoever that was had anything to do with Adam. It was all because he took the collar off…he knew it was a bad omen.

"FUCKING ALPHA'S CASTRATE THEM ALL!" Charlie yelled as a bad contraction seemed to hit her. Sam had to a stifle a smirk at the look that crossed Dean's face while John just chuckled.

"Mary was worse giving birth to you," John told Dean who faked being sick.

"HELLO HAVING A BABY HERE!" Charlie yelled getting herself into a more comfortable position on the bed. She yanked at her jeans forcing them off and then whipped off her underwear to the disgust of both Alpha's who flinched away. "OH GROW UP!" She growled clutching at her stomach.

"I'll go get some towels," Sam exclaimed pushing his way out of the door, nudging it in the process. He ran into the bathroom gathering as many towels as he could, he could do this, he had delivered one of her babies and many other omega's before he could do it again. He could hear a heated discussion coming from outside and all of a sudden the cabin door flew open and slammed shut causing the cabin to shake. This in turn forced the bedroom door to slam shut.

…

Dean flinched hearing Charlie scream, he did not even know this omega and yet here she was on his bed about to give birth. He felt sick. He gripped the back of his father's wheelchair who was shaking his head at his reaction. So sue him he had only seen a pup being born once and that was only because his mother had thought it would be important thing for him to witness. He had been twelve and that had scarred him for life.

"I WANT SAM!" Charlie shouted gripped the side of the bed and breaking a piece of wood off in the process. Looked like Dean would be sleeping on the floor tonight. "WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!" she continued to say through her panting.

Dean sighed, using the wheelchair as support he managed to make it the few steps to the door. He went to reach for the handle suddenly realising that it was no longer there. "No," he mumbled peering down around him to see if he could find it. "The handle's gone," he exclaimed running a hand through his too long hair that he had not cared to be cut yet, though his mother had insisted that he had at least had a shave.

"It's in the door," Charlie mumbled giving up shouting for the moment it seemed.

"No it's not," Dean replied poking his finger through the hole of where it had once been. "SAM!" he shouted pounding on the door hoping that omega had taken it with him by mistake, very wishful thinking on his part. "SAMMY!" he continued to call his voice being drowned out by the female omega's groans which did not help when he could not speak loudly as it was. The most he could do without getting out of breath was three word sentences that was either due to him not having used his voice the last couple of years or of permanent brain damage. "SAM!" he tried again hearing movements outside of the door.

"Dean?" Sam called back from the other side sounding confused. "Why did you shut the door?"

"I didn't," he replied pulling his hand back. "The handle's gone," he added. "You didn't take…it?"

"Why would I take the handle?"

"I don't know," Dean replied blocking out the sound of Charlie grunting in the midst of labour while she is stuck in the room with two Alphas. The pregnant, the brain damaged and the cripple sounds like a bad sitcom if you asked him.

"SAMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Charlie screamed through what sounded like a particularly bad contraction.

"I can't find the handle," Sam called from the other side of the door.

"Eurgh Dean…" John called out causing Dean's attention to turn towards his father who was staring at Charlie with a shocked look on his face. "I don't think we have time for this," he gestured towards Charlie where Dean could see a tuft of hair sticking out.

"Do something," Dean wheezed pressing himself against the door, he was so not ready for any of this. John raised his eyebrows pointing down to the wheelchair. "Right," Dean grumbled running his hand through his hair once more swearing that when they got out of the room then he was going to grab the nearest scissors. "What…do…I…do," he asked drawing in a deep breath. He reached out for the wheelchair, using this to stabilise himself he lowered his body until he was at the foot of the bed with Charlie glaring at him.

"HELL NO!" she shouted. "I WANT SAM."

"I'm…all…you…got," Dean replied.

"Do you even know what you are doing?" Charlie gasped out holding onto her stomach. "You're an Alpha and not all there."

"Charlie trust Dean, he can get you through this," Sam's voice called through the door his lips visible in the hole where that fucking door handle was supposed to be. "You just need to breathe."

"I know that," Charlie snapped back.

Dean reached forward and grasped hold of her hand not sure at all what he was meant to be doing. He felt her squeeze back seeming to have done the right thing for once. He peered down at the mass of hair and saw that the moment of birth was fast approaching. "I can see…the…head," he rasped out. He used his free hand to hold onto her thigh, he removed his plaid over-shirt so he was left in just his black shirt. "Can you…get some water?" he asked over his shoulder to his father who nodded before wheeling himself into the bathroom grabbing Dean's bathing basin along the way. Dean turned back to Charlie who was panting hard, her eyes were screwed tight with her thighs tightening every so often. He placed his shirt beside him ready for the retrieval.

"Can you see the head?" Sam called out.

"Yes," Dean replied.

"Alright Charlie with your next contraction you are going to want to push."

"NO SHIT!" Charlie yelled screaming along with the contraction, squashing Dean's hand in the process. She began to pant through the pain with the head starting to slip out further. John wheeled into the room placing the full basin beside Dean along with another shirt of Dean's. Looks like he would need to go clothes shopping after all of this was over you know when he could walk and talk properly.

Dean moved his hand away from Charlie placing them on either side of her legs. He drew in a deep breath to steady himself. "Push," he said when Charlie started to grunt through her contraction. He grabbed hold of his shirt and held it out ready. He saw the pup's shoulders being forced through and before he knew it he had a crying baby in his arms. He quickly wrapped the child up in his shirt, wiping away the blood and gunk the best he could. "It's a boy," he laughed as the pup decided to start screaming. He could hear Sam's sigh of relief on the other side of the door as Charlie pushed herself up to stare down at him. Dean wiped the blood off of the boy's face before he handed the child over to Charlie who had tears in her eyes.

"No," she said while she looked down at him. "I didn't want to see it," she replied though her arms wrapped around the bundle like it was the most precious being in the world. "He's…"

"Got a pair…of lungs…on him," Dean laughed as the pup continued to scream.

"I never wanted him," Charlie added hugging the pup to her chest to allow him to nurse. "I was forced."

"And now?" Dean asked grabbing the pair of scissors his father had retrieved earlier. He leaned down and cut the cord freeing the pup from its previous home. He dropped the other shirt his father had given him in the water and passed this to Charlie who bathed the pup as he fed.

"Now…" she trailed off staring down at his face. "I never got to see the others, I never wanted to…but him…I want to be a mother. Do you want to hold him?" she held the baby out to Dean. Dean slowly crawled over to the side of the bed, he held his arms out and the pup he had helped bring into the world was placed into his arms. He peered down at the soft brown hair loving the feeling of the weight in his arms. On the other side of the door they could hear Sam jiggling something, probably the door handle.

Dean couldn't help but mourn for the fact that he would not be able to have this. Four years ago he wanted this more than anything, he wanted a family, to have this experience with his mate but that was taken from him. That was taken from him the moment his mate had been taken by his brother. He was not sure whether he would ever be able to have this so for now he savoured the feeling.

The door opened and a bewildered Sam entered the room grinning at Charlie though this smile faded when he noticed Dean holding the pup. A strange expression crossed his face along with a strangled noise as he turned from the room with no explanation.

Frowning Dean returned the pup to his mother before pushing himself to his feet. He reached for his crutch and hobbled out of the room confused because he was sure that he had been getting somewhere with the omega previously.

…

"You could have called," Bobby exclaimed bringing the young girl into his chest, breathing in her scent. Now that he had gotten his son back he was pleased to see his daughter once more. Ashley buried her face into his stomach breathing in the paternal scent.

"Works both ways," Ellen exclaimed placing her hands on her hips looking around at the cabin in disgust, she seemed moments away from inspecting the collection of dust on top of the wooden shelves. "We haven't heard from you in a week," she added raising her eyebrow towards him, she did have a vicious attitude when she wanted to use it. "Wanted to make sure that everything was alright."

Bobby laughed nervously "Sorry," he said kissing Ashley's head as she moved away from his stomach though her arms were still wrapped around his waist not seeming to want to let go anytime soon. He guessed it must have been tough for her to have her mother in one place and her father in another. It was hard for him to have to decide between his two children but at that moment in time his son needed him more. "Been caught up."

Ellen scoffed shaking her head she held her hand out towards Ashley. "Come on Ash let's go."

"No" the little girl screeched holding onto to Bobby for dear life. "Me want Dad," she pouted.

"Stay for a while Ells," Bobby said smiling at his mate who was still continuing to frown at him. Oh how he loved that stubborn woman.

Ellen opened her mouth to say something but was distracted by the sight of Sam practically running from the bedroom, he didn't even look their way or acknowledge their presence in the slightest. A moment later Dean came hobbling out with a confused look on his face. At least he gave them a small wave as he went after the omega. "You are busy here," Ellen replied. "What is that all about?"

"I don't know with them two," Bobby sighed. "We have a tire swing out back if you want to see it Ash?"

Ashley turned her bright eyes towards Ellen, pouting she pressed her hands together in a pleading manner. "Plwease," she begged to which the beta rolled her eyes giving her own version of consent. Bobby smirked grabbing his daughter by her hand he led her out back. He noticed the sight of Sam sitting down underneath the oak tree in the garden with Dean leaning against the trunk. He didn't know what was going on with them, he hoped for their sakes and those around them that they would be able to work things through. He didn't think that either one would be able to be without the other no matter who they ended up mated to.

…

Dean leant against the trunk, his crutch was thrown onto the ground in front of him…ok maybe not thrown but dropped but damn if he had the energy to lean down to retrieve it. Sam was sitting by his feet, his head was hanging down against his chest and he still yet had to say a word. If it was not for the rise and fall of his chest the Alpha would be convinced that he was some kind of statue. Something had changed within the omega, something that had to do with Dean…at least he thought so. He had been all smiles earlier after their much needed talk and now…now he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"You going to…tell me what…this is about?" Dean asked in between breaths cocking his eyebrow at the form that still refused to move. "Dude."

"What?" Sam asked lifting his head slightly. "It's not your problem anymore," he grunted out. "I'm not your problem."

"We…"

"What Dean?" Sam scoffed shaking his head and pushing to his full height. "What we is there?" he stared off into the distance and Dean wanted nothing more than to pull his mate, well not mate, into his arms and never let go. "I don't even know why you are bothering," he gestured down at himself.

"I thought…we…were friends," Dean replied frowning watching Sam's shoulders shake at the tears he seemed to be holding back. He was not sure why he had had this reaction but there was clearly something bothering the omega.

"Yeah friends," Sam replied his eyes peering down at his feet, his body language screaming out defeat. "Do you really think that is possible after everything that has happened? After what I have done…"

Dean sighed allowing his legs to scrap down the side of the truck, slowly lowering himself until he got to the same level as the omega though he didn't try to meet his gaze knowing that the other man was most likely trying to avoid him. "What Adam…"

"No," Sam snapped his eyes lifting to face Dean, his emotions dancing across his face. "It's not about him, it's not about what he has done but what I have. You are not listening to me," he spat out. "We can't be friends and we can't be mates so what's the point anymore?"

"You told me…not to…give up," Dean added knocking his shoulder into the other man's, feeling a spark of something start to surface underneath the touch.

"Yeah because they need you," Sam gestured back towards the house. "I am past saving."

"No," Dean declared not caring if he was passing any boundaries he reached forward and grasped Sam's hand in his own, feeling his stomach flip at the touch. The same feelings were there just without the scent to drive him crazy. All he could smell was mated omega and that made him feel nausea. "You are not," he added tightening his grip so that Sam could not break free. "I will find…a way…" he stuttered watching the tears fall from the omega's eyes. "I…will find…a way to…fix this."

"You can't," Sam admitted pulling away and rubbing fiercely at his eyes. "I betrayed you. I slept with another Alpha, I mated another Alpha while you…"

"Not your fault."

"I…I carried a pup…"

Dean's heart skipped a beat as his hand fell into his lap, his eyes widened while his head slowly shook. "W..what?" he stammered.

"When I saw you holding Charlie's baby…it made me think of what I have taken from you…Because of me you can never have that…where…I have a son Dean…" Sam pushed himself to his feet while Dean stayed where he was staring up at him like he had grown a third arm or something. "I have a son and I need to get back to him. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed turning on his heels and running away from the house once again.

This time Dean stayed where he was, his eyes following the man as his mind processed the information. Sam had a son…Adam had a son…they had a child together…god…Adam had taken from him the two things he had ever wanted in his life.

With a new fire settling over him and growled low in his throat. He fell to all fours giving into his wolf before he himself ran off in the opposite direction. He needed some space, he needed to think.

TBC (Thank you all so much from the amazing reviews for the last chapter, hearing what you thought brought a smile to my face. I write this for you and I hope you are all enjoying. I will see you all in chapter eleven!)