Sam had drifted to sleep shortly after Jo had. He woke up earlier that morning with a serious crick in his neck. He looked at his watch, Jo wasn't beside him on the couch anymore. '4:15'

He got up and walked upstairs to see Jo sleeping beside Dean who was sitting up in the bed cross legged and rubbing his stomach. He had a weird look on his face before he closed his eyes and his face scrunched up. "Dean?"

Dean's head shot up and over to Sam. "Morning."

"What's wrong?"

"Ha-ha, you know how Zachariah said I would have two extra days of the pregnancy?"

"Yeah?"

"I think he miscalculated. They want out now."

"Let me go wake up Ellen and Bobby."

"No, no, they need to stay to watch the other kids."

"That's what I was going to say, baby."

"Ok, ok."

"How far apart are the contractions?"

"About 15 minutes give or take a minute."

Sam walked tot eh other side of the bed. "Jo? Wake up. You have to help Dean."

"What? What's going on?"

"I'm going into labor Jo. Sam is going to tell Ellen and Bobby while can you get my bag packed. I just need to sit here for a second."

Sam looked at Dean. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, make it 12 minutes apart." Dean said grimacing a little bit.

"Ok, I'll be back in just a minute. Hang in there, baby." Sam walked into the guest bedroom to see Bobby sleeping there and Ellen walked behind him. "Ellen, Bobby?"

"Yeah?" Ellen said popping Bobby on the arm to wake him up.

"What?" Bobby flinched.

"Can you two watch Bekah and Tristan? We don't know for how long but Dean is going into labor."

"How far apart are the contractions?"

"Uh…like 12 minutes."

"I don't think you are in any rush right now. Has his water broken yet?"

Sam heard cursing from his bedroom. "Either something got worse or Dean's water broke."

Ellen nodded. "We'll watch our grandbabies. You go with your husband."

"Thanks, Ellen." She nodded and he walked back to the room. Dean was squatting, propping against the bed tilting his head back with his eyes closed and taking deep calming breaths. Sam could see the darken spot on Dean's sweat pants. He crouched down on his heels in front of Dean. "Dean, baby, Can you stand up? We are going to get you to the Impala."

Jo emerged front the closet with a small bag with a change of clothes and fresh boxers and sweat pants. She tossed the boxers and pants to Sam and helped Dean out of the soaked ones and into the new ones before Dean stood and started walking to the car. They had just got to the front yard when Dean's grip on Sam's hand tightens.

"What? Another contraction?" Dean shook his head. Sam looked at Jo. "Go start the car. We'll be there in a second." He tossed the keys to her and she dashed the Impala.

Dean held his stomach and rubbed circles on the side never letting go of Sam's hand. He didn't say anything and didn't move. He doubled over as much as he could in pain. "You're going to have to speak to me, Dean. We need to get you to the hospital."

"I-I…I'm gonna be sick." Dean managed to say before leaning forward onto the grass and emptying his stomach of all its contents.

Sam rubbed Dean's back. Dean spat and looked at Sam. "That was disgusting. Come on, let's go."

"I never puked when I went into labor." Sam said as he closed Dean's door and got into the passenger as Jo drove.

"That's what makes me different from you. Jo, if you mess up my car, I will kill you."

"Even in labor you still love the car more." Sam retorted which made Jo laughed.

"Of course. She's my baby."

"How are you doing?" Jo asked.

"Oh just walking on cloud 9."

"I'm being serious, Dean."

"And I'm being fucking sarcastic. Glad we cleared that up."

"Dean…"

"I got it, don't be sarcastic when having a contraction that makes me want to rip out that baby through my belly button wrap the cord around somebody neck and pull."

"You're having a contraction, you're doing really well."

"High tolerance for pain. Not a good as a fucking angel but pretty high up there."

"You're too cocky."

"Compared to who, you?"

"Yes."

"Quit masking your pain, Dean. We all know child birth is painful. So stop the act. What are you trying to prove? That you aren't weak? I already know that. So stop fucking around."

Dean was silence for a second "What do you want me to do, Sammy? Cry? The pain's not that bad."

"Come on, Dean. Don't be like this."

"Why? Zachariah said that Cas would be here for the birth of the twins but look, he's nowhere to be found. He also said that I would go into labor in two day, well, look at me now."

"It's ok, Dean. Everything's going to be—"

"If you say ok, I'm going to rip out of throat and throw it out eh window." Dean snapped.

Sam shut up right that second. He turned and looked at Jo. She looked nervous. She pulled into a parking space very close to the entrance. They were going to help Dean out but he quickly got out and walked ahead of both Sam and Jo. While Sam and Dean were having that discussion, Jo called the hospital and they got a room ready for him. Dean walked straight to the front desk.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked very calmly.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"I'm Dean Winchester. My girlfriend called earlier to get me a room."

"Yes, Dean Winchester. It says here that you were in labor, water broken and contraction getting closer."

"Yes, they are pretty close." Dean said gripping the desk and leaning forward a bit and tilting his head down. Sam dashed over to him and out his hands on his shoulders.

"Yes, a nurse is right over there ready to take you to your room. Mr. Winchester."

Dean nodded and Sam helped him walk through the contraction and to the room. Dean was hiding it pretty good, but Sam knew he was in some bad pain.