Dean didn't know where he was going or what to do when he got there. All he did know was that this would be over soon and he could finally give Sam the peace he wanted, and be with his mother and sister. His heart ached from the words Sam had said to him. Ya, they were just words, but sometimes a word can feel like a thousand knives. If Sam hated him so badly then why did he ever agree to come with Dean? Why did he stay with Dean for this long? Because Wolf wasn't dead then Dean. Sam stayed for her, not you. Dean nodded inwardly to the answer to his own questions. He should have never asked Sam to come with him. It would have prevented a hell of a lot from happening, and maybe, just maybe Sam wouldn't hate him so much.
30 days later
Dean opened the door to the low priced motel room and walked inside. It had been a long night and a long hunt that lead him no where. All Dean cared about was finally getting some sleep. He hadn't heard anything from Sam since the fight they had and Dean hoped that Sam was back at Stanford, making a life for himself once more, free of his family. Dean headed for the bathroom, not being able to go since he left, Dean's bladder was about to explode. He rounded the dresser and just about reached the bathroom when he got a sharp horrible pain that blasted across the front of his stomach. Dean doubled over slightly, putting both hands on the dresser to steady himself, and waited for the pain to pass. He felt the baby shift in his stomach, and he slowly lowered his hand down to it. He rubbed it slightly, hoping that it would make, what Dean thought was a cramp, go away quickly. After a moment the pain in his stomach eased enough for Dean to be able to stand upright.
Dean-"Damn baby. Every time you move I can't move."
He mumbled to himself and was finally able to use the bathroom like he had planned. Dean turned the bathroom light off and began to walk over to the bed when he got the same pain in the same spot on his stomach but this time it hurt three times worse. He again doubled over, clutching his stomach with both hands, and clenching his jaw as hard as he could to keep from yelling out. The baby shifted again in his stomach, pushing and pulling against Dean's abdominal muscles. Dean breathed hard the oxygen wasn't coming in the amount that Dean needed and he was finding it hard to breathe. He closed his eyes, counting the seconds until it passed as sweat beaded across his forehead. Suddenly Dean's eyes flicked open as the hunter in him felt someone else enter the room with him. Isobel stood behind Dean and watched as he finally was able to stand. This was the night her child was to finally come into the world. Dean's nine months of hell were over and his hell of giving birth was about to begin.
Isobel-"Well Dean. I see we're finally ready."
Dean turned around quickly, his hazel eyes meeting Isobel's. He sneered with hatred.
Dean-"Well bitch. I see you don't get any prettier. They have doctors that fix the looks of an old haggard bitch, don't they?"
He said with a smirk before his face contorting with pain as his entire stomach screamed in agony. Isobel smiled and walked over to him, looking around the room, and noticing that he was the only one there.
Isobel-"What? No Wolf and Sam to be with you when you're in pain? No Wolf to hold your hand? Oh wait, that's right, she's dead. Got her neck snapped like a twig."
Dean looked up at her, anger blazing in his eyes along with pain.
Dean-"Shut the hell up bitch!"
Isobel smiled again knowing that Dean's blood pressure had to be rising and he could easily die of a heart attack instead of what she had planned for him. She walked over to him and leaned in close to Dean's ear.
Isobel-"What Dean, can't take the truth? You never could. Couldn't face the fact that Sammy doesn't love you, couldn't face the fact that you're just a big disappointment to daddy, and you can't face the fact now, that you, my dear Dean, are in labor."
Dean's eyes went wide and he pushed Isobel away, but at the same time knocked himself into the floor. He looked up at Isobel as she began to laugh and waved her hand over his stomach. Dean's back arched off the ground and he screamed in pain.