"He's coming...OH MY GOD! THE BABY'S COMING!" Derek yelled frantically, snapping the pack out of its stupor. Derek got Stiles into a seated position and picked him up, taking him to their bed upstairs.
"Somebody call Deaton! Scott, call your mom. I'll call Dean. Cas should be with him at the station since he brings him lunch." Derek said loudly so the pack could hear him over the painful screaming of his mate. Derek whined as he ran his fingers through Stiles' sweaty hair.
He picked up his phone and started dialing Dean's number with shaky hands.
It rand three times before it went into voicemail.
"Come on. Pick up!" Derek yelled into the phone. He dialed it again but got the same response. He decided to call the sheriffs office, he knew Cas went there everyday to get lunch with his husband.
"Hello. This is Deputy Parrish. Sheriff Winchester isn't in right now, but I can leave a mess-
"Tell him his son is in labor." Derek whined into the phone, panicking.
"I'm on it." Parrish told him, hanging up on Derek. Derek didn't think of how Parrish knew that Stiles was in labor, and he didn't know why he didn't ask who it was that was calling, but Derek wasn't focused on that. He was just focused on comforting his mate as best as he could.
"Just breathe, Stiles. Breathe." Derek said soothingly and started to breathe in and out loudly and smiled as Stiles tried to subconsciously match his breathing to Derek's.
Lydia and Allison ran off to go get a bucket of cold water and some rags. Scott went down with them to call his mom.
"Mom! Mom, get over to Derek's house quick!" Scott practically cried into the phone. Stiles didn't know what he was doing, but he was subconsciously projecting his pain to everyone in the house.
"What?! Why, what's wrong?!" Mellissa yelled into her phone, trying to focus on her sons voice through all of the noise. Stiles screaming went back to his regular voice, but it was getting louder as each contraction hit.
"Stiles is in labor." Scott whined into the phone, trying to talk to his mom. He saw Allison with a Hangul of rags and Lydia struggling to hold the bucket of water and went to go grab it.
"I'm on my way." He heard his mom say faintly as he threw his phone onto the couch and headed upstairs with the girls.
...
Dean and Cas were in the middle of having lunch when they started to hear a siren blaring down the street.
"Cas, stay here. This will only take a minute." Dean mumbled as he looked up.
Dean watched as Deputy Parrish parked right outside of the diner and looked at him. Parrish called him over and Dean quickly got up, grabbing his hat off of the table. He walked outside and waited for Parrish to lower the window so he could talk to him.
"Hello sir." Parrish said, stammering slightly. So, touchy subject Dean thought automatically.
"Hey Parrish. Mind telling me why you're blaring that horn all the way from the station just so you can talk to me." Dean asked politely, with a hint of dry sarcasm. Parrish nodded seriously before speaking.
"It's your son, sir..." Parrish said "...he's in labor."
Derek stared at his Deputy with wide eyes, not believing what he just heard.
"C-Can you repeat that...just-just the last bit." Dean squeaked out, making a pinching motion with his fingers.
"Stiles is in labor." Parrish said slowly and watched curiously as Dean started to nodd frantically.
"Cas!" Dean yelled urgently. Parrish didn't jump when the Sheriff's husband just popped out of thin air.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asked, noticing the frantic look on his husbands face. Dean started to make incoherent noises and hand gestures, staring at Cas.
"What? Dean I don't understand-"
"He's trying to say that your son, Stiles is in labor." Parrish answered for Dean. Dean nodded, hands shaking. He couldn't drive to the house in this condition.
"Sir, can you drive?" Parrish asked Cas.
"Yes. Yes I can." Cas whispered, nodding at Parrish.
"I'm going to ask you to drive your car back to your house. I'll have to take the Sheriff back to the station so he can check out because of a family emergency." Parrish said as he opened the door for Dean, and watched with sympathetic eyes as he numbly dropped into the seat. Dean managed to put on his seatbelt.
"Okay...okay. I can do that." Cas said, fishing the keys out of Deans pocket and walking to the Impala. Parrish nodded and turned on the sirens, speeding to the station.
...
Mellissa slammed open the door, not bothering with knocking or formalities. Deaton rushed in behind her, both of them quickly jogging upstairs, following the sound of screaming.
She left the front door open, hearing the Impala roaring down the street.
Cas walked out and ran into the house, slamming the door shit behind him and appearing in the master bedroom. he took a look at his son and stopped.
Stiles was in the middle of the bed, laying on his back. He was sweating like crazy, breathing harshly and screaming whenever a contraction hit. Derek and Scott were both trying to drain his pain, to help the process but it was useless.
Cas took off his trenchcoat, bundling it up and rushing over to his son to place it behind his neck. Stiles was crying, clutching onto Scott and Derek tightly.
The next contraction that hit was big, making Stiles wail and tighten his grip on his friend and mate. Cas heard some of their bones crack and break.
Mellissa and Dr. Deaton were setting up, getting everything they needed ready to give birth.
"He's only 3cm dilated, were going to have to wait until he's at least 8 before the baby will start to come out." Deaton said calmly, looking up at Stiles and Derek. Stiles nodded, pain shooting up his spine with every move. Mellissa went over and hooked up a small portable heart monitor and a bed for the baby.
Derek looked at Deaton and frowned in concern.
"How long will that take?" Drek asked Deaton. Mellissa shook her head gently.
"It could take anywhere from 3 to 7 hours. It depends on who's giving birth, and I've never done this with a guy before so, I can't really tell you." She said softly, cleaning the blood that was trickling off of Stiles legs.
"When I gave birth to Stiles, it took 13 hours." Cas said softly, looking up at everyone. Mellissa nodded at him.
"How long has he been like this?" She asked her son.
"He was in heaven for two hours. I think that's when his water actually broke, but he didn't start feeling anything until he came back." Scott answered, mumbling and hissing through the pain.
There were steps coming up the stairs, and Dean and Parrish suddenly appeared in the doorway of the master bedroom.
"Deputy? What are you doing here?" Derek asked, looking at Parrish.
"You're not the only people in this town who aren't human, Alpha Hale." Parrish said respectfully, bowing slightly at Derek. Dean and Derek looked at him in shock.
"What are you, then?" Dean asked wearily, taking a precautionary step back from his Deputy.
"I'm a Leshy...they're not common in America...at all, my family are the only ones in America actually. I'll tell about it later." he said quickly, rushing inside. Vines came up through the window, covered in a soft, thick moss. Parrish grabbed it quickly, placing it on Stiles' lower back.
Stiles sighed and calmed down a lot after the moss was placed there, but he still yelled and screamed. It just made it sound like a normal pregnancy instead of an angelic one.
"What is that?" Derek growled at Parrish, watching wearily as the vines disappeared.
"It's a natural tranquilizer. It makes the spine go numb, kind of like an epidural." He said, looking at Derek.
"Thank you." Stiles breathed out, looking five seconds from passing out.
"Well, since I don't need you guys to hold him down anymore, I'm going to ask you to leave. Mellissa, Castiel, you stay here." Deaton said as Peter ran into the room. He looked over at Stiles, then at Derek.
"I-I came as quick as I could." Peter said faintly, but Derek hardly payed any attention to him right now.
"I'm not leaving him." Derek growled, staring at Deaton with red eyes. Scott nodded in agreement. Mellissa looked at the two.
"Son, listen to Deaton. I has to leave when Stiles was born too. I didn't like it either." Dean said softly, looking at Derek. He growled, but nodded, giving Stiles one last kiss on the forehead and letting go of his hand.
"You're going to do great." Derek whispered at Stiles before he and Scott left the room. Dean, Parrish and Peter walked out behind them, closing the door softly. They led Derek downstairs, and sat him down on the couch. Erica, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Boyd, Sam, and Gabriel were all there, waiting anxiously.
"How come Poppa Cas got to stay but we didn't?" Scott asked Dean.
"He's a male angel who's given birth before, if anyone knows anything about angelic pregnancies, it's Cas." Dean answered, slumping down in a chair.
Derek kept pacing around, pulling his hair and whimpering everytime Stiles screamed.
...
They sat like that for another 10 hours before Stiles started to push.
...
"Okay Stiles, I'm going to need you to push, okay. One, two, three." Deaton said, his hands waiting for Stiles.
"Aaahh!" Stiles screamed, pushing as hard as he could.
"Okay, that was good Stiles. You're doing great, okay, just keep pushing." Deaton said as Cas wiped Stiles' face with a wet cloth. Stiles nodded and pushed again, his face turning red.
"The head is almost out, just one more push." Mellissa told her second son, wiping away some blood. Stiles pushed hard, Luca's head coming out. Deaton grabbed it, making sure it wouldn't move.
"You're doing so good Stiles." Cas said, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. Stiles was crying, but he gave a small smile and kept pushing.
Stiles pushed and screamed a few more times, until Luca was all the way out.
Luca started to scream, sounding like a small puppy growling and whining. Deaton cut the ambilical cord and Have Luca to Mellissa to clean up.
She handed him to Stiles so he could breastfeed his cub.
Luca opened his eyes right when Stiles touched him. He had Derek's eyes and Stiles' nose and ears.
"He's so beautiful." Stiles whispered, kissing his sons head. A sharp pain started in his lower stomach again, making Stiles hiss in pain.
...
Derek bolted upstairs, once he started to hear a baby cry, but stopped short when Stiles hissed from pain again. Derek paused, hand hovering shakily over the doorknob to the master bedroom. He stood there, listening closely.
...
"What...whats happening?" Stiles gasped out. Cas went over and grabbed Luca, gently pulling him out of Stiles' arms.
"I don't understand, you're still having contractions." Deaton mumbled, putting gloves back on.
"Now Stiles, I know you've lost a lot of blood, and I know you're tired, but I'm going to ask you to keep pushing." Deaton said firmly. Stiles' eyes widened, but he nodded and pushed. Deaton felt around, feeling another baby in Stiles.
"I don't understand..." Deaton whispered, hetting hold of a baby's head.
"I think I know why...when I was pregnant with Stiles, he didn't show up on the ultrasounds either." Cas said, wiping more sweat and tears off of his son. He healed him, giving him more blood so he would survive the second birth. Stiles sighed, but cried as he pushed harder.
"What are you saying?" Mellissa asked Cas, getting supplies for another baby.
"This child, is a full werewolf. The only thing he got from Stiles was his blood, his DNA, not his grace. That child...is a nephilim." Cas said, rocking Luca in his arms gently, lulling him to sleep while he talked.
"Okay, I've never given birth to a nephilim before. Is there anything I should know before I pull him out all of the way." Deaton asked, grabbing the second baby's head while Stiles kept pushing.
"He's going to have wings. Whatever you do, don't break them." Cas said, placing Luca down in the makeshift bed that Mellissa gave him.
"Thank you." Cas said, placing him in the bed.
"Okay Stiles, you're doing great, just keep pushing." Deaton said firmly.
...
"What's happening?" Dean asked as Derek walked down the stairs in a haze. He was so worried, but overwhelmed with joy at the same time.
"We're having twins." Derek whispered, crying tears of joy.
...
"Okay, one more push Stiles!" Deaton said loudly over Stiles scream. The baby came out wailing, shattering the cup that was on the bedside table.
"It's a boy!" Deaton cried out, handing the baby Mellissa to be cleaned. His tiny wings were covered in goop, flapping around uselessly.
Stiles nodded tiredly at Deaton.
He had lost a lot more blood with this baby, and he had very little energy. The heart monitor the he was plugged into showed that his heartbeat was lower than what it should be, and he was fading fast.
Images flew threw his head at top speed, his entire life literally flashing before his eyes. He had never though that those rumors would be true, but he was witnessing it firsthand.
He faintly heard a door open, blurred images moving in slow motion across the room. He saw Derek, heard him call out his name, but he didn't register what they were saying.
"I love you...I love you...I lo..." Stiles whispered before the monitor stopped.
And flatlined..