The scene in the Impala was a strange one as Dean drove as fast as he could. He and Bobby sat in the front seats, while Zoey sat on the floor in the footspace of the backseat, and Sam's... Zoey couldn't bring herself to think it. Sam lay on the backseat.
Dean no doubt earned himself a dozen speeding tickets as he arrived at the lay-by Bobby had left his truck at. "Ride with Bobby," Dean said as Bobby opened Zoey's door. "We... I'll meet you at his."
"Don't leave me," Zoey pleaded.
Dean looked over at Sam painfully. "I have to."
"Come on," said Bobby as he lifted Zoey and carried her over to his truck. "You doing okay?"
"I'm in premature labour in the middle of the freeway," she replied as Bobby started the truck and took off after Dean. "I'm just great."
By the time they were back at Bobby's, Zoey was screaming as Bobby lay her down on the couch. She hardly noticed Stacey until she was by her side.
"What are you doing here?" Zoey asked between screams of pain.
"Dean called," Stacey replied. "C'mon, let's get you on the floor, you'll be more comfortable there." She helped Zoey down onto some blankets Bobby had put on the floor. "Just try to breathe. This isn't gonna be high on dignity," she said as she pulled Zoey's pants off.
Although her mind was overwhelmed with the pain she was feeling, she still felt self-concious that her lady parts were on full show - although, two mini-Winchesters were about to burst out of it, so Stacey was right about the lack of dignity.
"Do you need anything?" Bobby asked, standing awkwardly to the side.
"Dean," Zoey said through her painful moans. "Where's Dean?"
Tears ran down Dean's face as he looked at Sam's empty body, misery and grief and self-anger and every type of negative emotion ran through him as he knew he had failed.
His thoughts were interrupted when Bobby opened the door. "She's asking for ya," he said.
"Not right now," Dean replied, his voice barely a whisper.
"DEAN!" Zoey yelled from the other room. "GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!"
Dean stood up suddenly and whirled around, facing Zoey through the doorway. "I don't have time for you right now," he told her angrily. "My brother is dead!"
"I don't care if you don't have time for me," she shouted back, "at least have time for your own kids!"
Dean was taken aback. "Wait, they're mine?"
"Yes!"
He started forward, even angrier now. "When the hell were you gonna tell me?"
"Never, now get down here before I kick your ass!"
Dean hesitated for a brief moment before kneeling down next to her. "What do you need me to do?"
"Just look after her," Stacey told him as Zoey grabbed his hand. "I'll do the rest." She positioned herself between Zoey's legs as the top of the first head was poking out. "Zoey, I'm gonna need you to push. Now!"
Zoey screamed and gripped Dean's hand tighter as she pushed with all her might.
"That's good!" Stacey said, "now breathe... and push again."
Zoey did so, and Stacey grabbed the baby by its torso and pulled the rest out.
For a brief moment, the pain subsided. "Isn't it supposed to be screaming?" Zoey asked, exhausted, as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "Why isn't it screaming?"
Stacey had the baby in her arms, most of it hidden from view. Zoey could hardly see it. Stacey looked up at Zoey, a horrified look on her face. "What's wrong?" Zoey asked immediately, terrified.
"I'm so sorry, Zoey," Stacey breathed. "She just wasn't ready."
"Oh, God," Dean said as he released Zoey's hand in shock. She tried to lift herself up, but couldn't.
"What is it, what's wrong?" She repeated. "What's wrong with my baby?"
"She's..." Stacey could hardly get her words out.
"She's what?"
"She's dead."
The colour drained from Zoey's face. "No," she breathed. "No!" The word turned into another scream as the next baby started forcing its way into the breathing world. Zoey shut her eyes tight and buried herself in Dean's arms, not opening them as she pushed when Stacey told her to. When she finally let the light into her eyes again, it was on the cue of high-pitched wailing.
"He's okay!" Stacey grinned as she passed the child to its mother. "He's okay."
"Oh my God," Zoey breathed as she took the tiny baby in her arms. "He's so beautiful."
"What are you gonna name him?" Stacey asked.
Zoey looked down at her son, who couldn't have been much longer than a foot. Truth be told, she hadn't thought much about names, but she knew this child's name already. "His name is John," she said. And before she knew anymore, she blacked out.
When Zoey woke up, she thought she was alone. Until she realised Stacey was sitting in a chair next to her, waiting for her to wake up.
"Hey," said Stacey calmly. "How you doing?"
"Where is everyone?" Zoey asked groggily, sitting up.
"They got a fix on that demon," her sister replied. "They're all there now, but I had to stay behind for you."
"What, they just left Sam?"
Stacey hesitated. "No... no, they didn't."
"Then what?"
"Dean did something stupid," Stacey told her. "He made a deal. A demon deal."
"What? Oh my God." Zoey lay back down. "That man is a total moron."
"The good news is, Sam's alive. The bad news... Dean's only got a year."
"A year?" Zoey shot back up again. "Hold up, demon deals last ten years!"
"He only got one."
"Shit." Zoey buried her head in her hands. "Where's John?"
Stacey didn't reply.
"Stacey, come on, I don't have time for this. Where's my baby?"
"He was way too early-"
"Where is he?"
"Over there." Stacey indicated two small, motionless figures lying side-by-side. Zoey scrambled over, and shock overcame her as she saw the two newborn babies, her babies, with a tiny blanket covering their tiny bodies. Their tiny... dead bodies.
She looked away, bursting into tears. Stacey was quickly by her side, comforting her. "I'm so sorry, Zoey," Stacey whispered. "It was just too early."
Zoey looked back at her twins, and something changed. All the emotion in her drained away, and all she could see was what she had lost, what she had almost lost, and what she was yet to lose.
Stacey continued to hold her, but Zoey didn't cry anymore. She just stared.