"No,no,no,no,no…This can't be happening!" Dean said, looking down at the puddle of water that stained his pants and sloshed at his feet. His fear mounted as another contraction had him clutching to the laundry door.

Feeling helpless Dean reassured himself, taking a deep breath, "It's ok, it'll be fine. Holly will come and she can make it stop." He rubbed his now tight stomach muscles, "just hold on little guy."

As he made his way to the sofa he muttered to himself, "Where the hell is Holly?"

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Sam walked slowly to the car, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had been here all morning and he had found nothing that would be of any use. Feeling a headache coming on, he hopped into the car and sped off.

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HOLLYS POV

I felt it deep in my stomach, a sharp painful tug pulling me from my thoughts. I had been waiting for this for weeks now, the first sign indicating that Dean was in labour and I was about to meet my little baby.

With not a moments hesitation I jumped into action grabbing my medical bag before running to the door. Stepping outside I shielded my eyes against the bright sunlight, and turning towards my car I only saw a flash before something hit me from behind.

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Dean shuddered as a particularly painful contraction racked his body. Breathing heavily he moved off the floor and onto the bed. Getting onto his hands and knees, using one hand to support his stomach, he began rocking back and forth. This worked, easing the pain momentarily but he knew his back would begin hurting soon. He knew he couldn't last much longer on his own, 'Sam and Holly better hurry', Dean thought.

He heard a grumble outside and moments later a door slammed.

"Dean!" Sam called from the hallway.

" I'm… I'm the bedroom" Dean called, shifting his weight into his knees to look towards the door.

Within moments Sam was by his side, "Oh god, Dean. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have gone out.."

"No, Sammy its ok we could never have known" Dean paused to breathe as his back twinged painfully, "but Holly hasn't come. I have been in labour for at least a half hour and she never turned up"

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HOLLYS POV

Getting up from the pavement I turned around to face my attacker, I didn't have time for this! A young man stood in the shadows, his white eyes following my every microscopic move. For some time this was all he did, then without warning he began to attack. With every punch and kick he slowly gained the upper hand. Then after a half hour of combat he stepped back tilted his head and, looking angelic, pounced at me.

He flew through the air and slammed me into a post. He grinned as he watched me scramble back up, and he stepped forward. He froze however when he saw me grinning back at him, looking confused he stared for a few seconds before he looked down at his bleeding chest and crumpled to the ground. I walked over and pulled the knife out of his chest. Moving faster I made a mental note to thank Sam for letting me borrow this.

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Sam helped Dean move up to the top of the bed, moving pillows under his back. He was worried, Dean was pale, sweating and every now and then his face would scrunch up with pain as a contraction took hold. He knew Dean must be hurting more than he let on but his brother never made a sound, trying to be brave in front of me no doubt, Sam mused as he went to grab some towels.

He made his way back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed,

"How are you going?"

"Oh just peachy Sam, you know…" Dean paused, curling slightly into himself, eyes tightly shut as his hand rubbed soothing circles over his distended stomach. After a moment he let out a shaky breath and looked at Sam with a grimace, "you know never again will I mock a pregnant woman, this sucks."

"Dean, you don't have to be brave, I know you are in pain, you don't have to hide it."

"It's not too bad yet Sam, although it's not the best feeling ever."

"Yeah well it's not going to stay that way forever so Holly better get here soon. Seriously what could possibly be keeping her?"

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Sam knew it was getting close now because Dean couldn't help the small whimpers and moans that escaped his lips when a contraction came. Although his brother smiled weakly whenever he entered the room Sam knew it must hurt like crazy.

It reminded it of when they were kids, and Dean would return from a hunt hurt. As the water basin filled Sam thought idly about back then,

Sam heard the car before he saw it, the low throaty rumble in the distance. Moving to the living room he arrived just in time to see the door burst open and his father come rushing in, holding something large and limp in his arms. Sam stomach tightened as he realised that his dad was placing a very still looking Dean on the couch, and as he walked over he could see that his father's hands were covered in blood. As John bustled into the bathroom, Sam tiptoed over to his big brother,

"Hey Sammy" Dean said shifting slightly on the couch," did you do your homework while I was gone?" it was when he moved that Sam could see the large open slash on his brothers stomach.

"Dean what happened??" Sam cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. Immediately Dean was pulling himself up, "awww, Sammy don't cry I'm fine, just a little scratch." Sam came to stand by his older brother, looking at the blood pulsing out of his wound. Dean looked toward the bathroom and then smiled, "it's almost dinner time, what you want little brother? I don't know about you but I am hankering for a grilled cheese sandwich" He then swung his feet off the couch and, grimacing, got to his feet. Despite Sam's pleas for him to lie back down, Dean moved through to the kitchen, pulling out a can of spaghetti heating it up for Sam. Although he put on a brave face Sam saw his face contort with pain whenever he thought he wasn't looking…

A low pained scream broke his train of thought before he heard Dean stifle the scream into his pillow. It's really getting close now, Sam thought. Moving back into the bedroom Sam saw the tears in his brother's eyes as he gasped through a contraction. Dean opened his eyes and looked at his brother and said, "how you doing Sammy?"

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HOLLY POV

I burst through the door of Dean's motel just in time to hear a muffled cry from the bedroom. Running as fast as I could I sped through the hallway, making it just in time to see Dean uncurling from a contraction. I could see that he was not far from having to push and so without so much as a fleeting glance I began to get to work.

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Dean felt as if there were a million knives inside him, and they were all being pushed in with a giant rubber band that encircled his stomach. This pain was beyond anything he had ever felt before. Massaging his stomach, he tried in vain to ease some of the tension that made him feel physically sick. The pain had become so unbearable that no matter how hard he tried, the contractions had him screaming in a pain that ran white hot from his stomach right down his legs. As the time wore on he became aware that the pain was now also becoming excruciatingly painful in his pelvis moving downward.

He was beyond caring about anything except it being over and having the THING out of him. He barely noticed as Holly rushed into the room, checking over him, before running out again. A half minute passed before another contraction began, causing him to curl up with his face in the mattress.

As it intensified he felt an unexplainable urge to bear down and without thinking he moved his knees up to push. As he pushed a new kind of pain emerged, a razor sharp burning that made him scream as tears ran uselessly down his face. Before the contraction ended Holly entered the room, kneeling on the end of the bed between his legs.

With a grimace she grabbed Deans hand and said, "Dean listen to me, you are doing great but the baby is not down as far as I need it to be, so I am going to need you to move off the bed and squat on the floor for me ok" Dean nodded weakly

Breathing deeply he swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. His legs felt like jelly as Holly helped him into a squatting position, using one hand on the bed to support himself the other cradled his enormous belly that protruded from him.

"Ok, as the next one comes I need you to push with all your might; we need to move the baby down further till I can see it and then we can move back to the bed"

"Alright" De said shakily as another contraction began to build. The pressure in his privates returned as the blinding pain shook his frame. Groaning with effort, he pushed with all the strength he had. As he pushed he thought he must surely be tearing in half.

He pushed through two more contractions before Holly spoke, "ok Dean one more then you can move back up to the bed" without words Dean pushed.

"Ok that's it, I can see the head now lets get you on that bed and meet our baby" it took all of his strength to hoist himself on the bed.

Within moments of settling he felt the most severe, agonising pain of the whole labour. He felt faint as his weary body made him push, he felt Holly putting pressure on his stomach, helping him move the baby down.

The horrendous burning was now doubled as his skin stretched to make way for his baby. "The head is out now Dean, one more and it will be over"

With one final push the pain mounted and peaked to more than he felt his body could bear before he felt a release, followed by a slithering between his legs.

Looking around he heard a small cry and then Holly whispered, "Dean it's a girl", he caught one glimpse of dark brown hair before the blackness consumed him.