Sam had Dean at the end of the bed with his ankles in makeshift stirrups; he had tied some flannel fabric Dean had left over to the bed posts so his wife could relax his legs. Sam grabbed a chair and sat right between them with a pocket watch timing the contractions.

"Honey when did your water break?"

Dean was propped high enough so he could see Sam, "Not too long before you got home…Sam it hurts so much." Dean wanted to push hard but Sam told him not to bear down.

He got water boiling and sterilized the two small claps Doc Bradbury had given him after she taught Sam how to clamp and cut the umbilical cord. He dropped his knife in the water then went to get something for Dean to drink.

"Are you legs comfortable like that? I can take them down but it's easier for me to see your …" Sam couldn't quite get the word out, it was one thing to be balls deep inside it but quite another to see it this way.

"Vagina Sam…my vagina."

"Yeah that."

Dean squeezed his hand as another contraction came, "Sam how long does this go on?"

"I don't know, this is your first and Charlie said it could be right away or hours."

Sam took Deans legs down and rubbed his ankles, "Until I see something coming we can just leave these bent, can you do that?"

Dean was already feeling exhausted and the end wasn't in sight yet, "Ok Sam."

…

Several hours later there was progress, Sam was back in position and so was Dean. Sam pushed back Dean's genitals and there was the head crowning, "Dean I see it!"

"Sam I think I'm going to break in half," Dean groaned as he pushed some more and slowly the head came through, he was so tight Sam hoped all the massaging had helped his wife from tearing.

"Dean the head is out…I see a shoulder." Sam helped to maneuver the infant carefully without forcing until both shoulders were out and then the rest came quickly, he had a blanket for the infant and gently cleaned the nostrils and cleared the mouth. Sam wiped the delicate body down encouraging the baby to cry. The little face screwed up and let loose with a loud wail and Sam thought it was the nicest sound in the world.

Dean braced himself on his elbows and looked as Sam held the infant up; Dean gave a tired smile, "Beautiful…Am I done now Sam?"

"No honey, just hang on," he clamped the cord and carefully cut it, checked the baby over then bundled it up and gave it to Dean. "We have to wait for the placenta to come out," Sam felt Deans abdomen and assisted with the rest when it finally came minutes later; he was running on nervous energy and couldn't stop until everything was done right.

Sam removed the blanket covered in afterbirth tossing it outside. He tucked a clean quilt under Dean and the baby, he checked to be sure everything had come through and that was when Sam noticed a slight tear and the blood.

He told himself the doctor said to expect it and Sam hide the evidence from Dean.

…..

Dean was propped up and breast feeding the baby, despite not having actual breasts the doctor told Sam and Dean some ladies had very tiny breasts and still managed quite well so there was no reason Dean couldn't do the same. She pointed out Alfie as an example of a hermaphrodite that successfully breast fed.

Sam stripped down from his filthy clothes, washed up and then sat next to Dean watching the baby suckle, the face was perfect, alert little eyes and a swirl of blonde hair now dry and sticking up.

Dean smiled down at the infant as he toyed with the hair, "Just like a new born chick." They sat quietly for awhile until Dean got the courage to ask because Sam never said, "Sammy, what is it?"

Sam opened the blanket and the child was clearly a boy with all the equipment in the right spots, Dean's eyes filled with tears, "We have a son."

"Just wait Dean," Sam maneuvered the baby and showed Dean the rest; "Yes it's a boy…a son with something special just like his mama."

Dean frowned and examined the baby closer and there located in the same spot as him was a faint slit, "Oh…alright, I'm sorry I couldn't give you a straight up son Sammy."

Sam covered the baby back up and took him from Dean, "What do mean sorry? He got your gift Dean. Just think, now if he marries a fella he can give his husband children. That is really special, if you weren't made the way you are then I wouldn't have my boy."

The best seventeen year old husband in all of creation put his arm around his woman's shoulder and held his son with the other, "I'm a bit disappointed in you Dean, all the kindness Charlie Bradbury gave you and good advice and you still doubt yourself?"

"No Sam I'm comfortable with my body mainly because of your caring and I love my son no matter what but I thought that you would want…"

"What Dean, a real boy? Have you checked under that blanket, he is all boy! Well except for his little lady part which I think with be as nice as yours. With our love and support he will grow up proud of himself."

Dean rested his head on his husband's chest and ran a finger gently over the infant's face, "We were going to name him Henry after your grandfather, would you like Samuel as his middle name?"

Sam shook his head, "No I think his middle name should be Marybeth, we can combine our mothers names …would that be alright Dean?"

"Sam that's perfect."

Both parents marveled at their first born, Henry Marybeth Winchester.

….

Sam traveled to town as quickly as he could to fetch the doctor. Dr. Bradbury show up an hour after Sam at the goat ranch. She examined the infant and declared Henry a very healthy hermaphrodite child but for discretion she put Henry down as male on the birth records. It would allow the boy privacy until such time as he wanted to reveal the unique nature of his body.

The doctor examined Dean thoroughly and besides the slight tear that would heal on its own she said Dean came through his very first birthing quite well. She left Sam with some salve to apply to Dean's vagina several times a day to aid with the healing and then was on her way.

After that Sam flopped on the bed and slept for a solid eight hours waking up when it was dark out then dressed and tended to their animals. He was still so tired all he could manage was scrambled eggs with fried potatoes for them to eat.

He walked Dean around like the doctor said, then the couple both went to change Henry so they could learn everything together. Sam wanted to be a hands on father and know everything about his son. Henry took just a little extra tending to with his unique anatomy but for the most part he was like any other baby.

…..

Sam forbad Dean to do anything except take care of the baby for several weeks, he knew most husbands would have their wives out doing chores as soon as they were able but Sam wasn't like that. He wanted Dean to enjoy their son with no pressure, it left Sam tired out most days but after the two weeks were over Dean was feeling a bit better and eager to take some burden off his husband.

Sam got in late and found Dean in one of his short dresses. He prepared a proper meal for his husband and doted on Sam for a change.

Sam looked over the spread wide eyed, "Dean it all looks so good!" In reality it wasn't much, vegetables Sam picked from the garden and some bacon fried up, Dean baked some bread and placed that out with the rest.

He ate while Dean fed Henry, Sam said their boy was growing like a weed and would be the handsomest man in the whole region. Most babies had blue eyes but Henry had hazel just like his father, at times they shifted to a pretty moss green like his mothers.

…..

After supper Dean put Henry down for the night and headed for bed himself, Sam beat him there and was waiting with the salve. Dean took off his dress and assumed the best position for his husband to tend to his sore areas.

It was relaxing having Sam's long fingers working the salve over the tear, Sam examined it closer, "Dean it's just about healed up, a few more days and you'll be right as rain."

Dean ran his fingers over his abdomen, "I'm still soft bellied, maybe you don't think I'm pretty now."

The doctor had warned Sam that Dean would be feeling out of sorts for awhile and it was normal for a woman have moments of doubt, sadness or not feeling as desirable after giving birth. Sam was determined to be as kind as possible and build his wife's self esteem back up.

I think your soft parts are beautiful Dean, your only twenty so I know you'll bounce right back and if you don't I'll love every bit," Sam got a devilish smile, "you know what I love the most?"

Dean gave his husband a coy look, "What Sammy?"

"Your rump…I'm not kidding honey you got an extra round, firm pound in each cheek and the swell of that ass is enough to drive me mad with passion. You know I love more cushion for the pushin'."

Dean giggled as his cheeks flared, "Oh Sam you're full of bull patties."

Sam grasped Dean's ass, spread it open and teased him with a finger, "I love it, every nice jiggle and creamy soft inch. If I could I'd be sunk deep inside it right now," he pressed tight spooning his wife, "but I'll wait…I want you all better."

Henry began to cry and Dean dislodged himself hurrying out the bedroom door as his horny young husband watched that jiggle he was so fond of.

…..

Cas, Meg and baby Travis came by a month later to see Henry, Meg barged right in with a gift for the new baby.

"Alright where is Auntie Megs little honey?"

Dean came out of the nursery with Henry attached to a nipple, "He's right here." Meg let out a loud squeal followed by baby talk and threatened to eat him right up because he was sweet as all get out.

Cas came in carrying his beloved Travis with Sam right behind them, he showed his son to Henry and the pair looked at each other curiously. Cas smiled down at Henry, "He is a handsome boy…it's a boy right?"

Sam took his son and cuddled him against his broad shoulder, "For the most part."

Meg handed Dean a box, "For Henry." Inside was a pewter picture frame and a receipt from the same photographer Sam had his locket photo done.

She tapped it, "This is already paid up for two pictures, get your family photograph done for your home and then one of Henry for your locket Dean."

Dean hugged his former coworker, "Meg you are truly my best friend."

"We former whores have to stick together. I love you Dean, you're the sister I never wanted." He cracked her ass and broke the hug, "Damn you're a bitch sometimes."

They both started cackling then walked arm and arm outside leaving the men to tend their babies.

…

Henry began to wail loudly, Dean checked on his pride and joy finding him wet. He went through the little basket of handmade butt covers as Sam called them and picked out one in blue with tiny yellow flowers. Dean had sewn in a batting with a soft cotton cover inside.

He bent down to powder the baby and got a squirt right in face; Dean squeezed his eyes shut, "Yuck, that is the third time since you came out my flue that you sprayed me young man!"

Henry sucked his fist and stared up at his mother cooing happily, Dean rubbed his eyes and went in for a second go then took a shot to the face again. Dean dropped the diaper over the offending body part and turned away to wipe himself.

There was a burst of laugher from Sam leaning against the door having a good time watching, "My boy has good aim!"

Dean gave a sarcastic laugh as he rolled his eyes, "Alright you…get your pretty fanny over here and let's see how you do it."

Sam lifted the diaper, "You have to know how to do it Dean, I'll just grab a fresh butt cover and…"

Sam was squirted right in the face, "Dang it!" He swore the baby was smirking at him.

"What was that about knowing how to do it cowboy?"

"Hush Dean the boy must have a bladder the size of a horse."

Dean watched as Sam used his big hands to carefully finish the job, he lifted Henry up proudly then watched as the diaper fell off. Dean took the baby and shooed Sam out to do something he was good at.

…

Dean was putting Sam's freshly ironed shirt in the dresser drawer when he spotted the envelope containing the papers Sam was served with. He sat on the bed and carefully read them several times.

He griped them tightly trying to control his anger; Dean was tired of it all, John's constant harassment and bullying and now Sam keeping this from him when it affected their little family.

Henry began to wail loudly for Dean, the young mother folded the papers back up and tucked them in his apron pocket to confront Sam that evening.

….

John sat there in his study watching the fire feeling very much alone again. He looked at the calendar waiting for the time to come so he could end all of his son's mistakes and make him see the light.

He stared at the framed photograph of handsome, then sixteen year old Sam. John picked it up, "Maybe after all this is over you can come back home and we can be a family again."

Rosa knocked loudly on the door and walked right in, "I'm turning in for the night Mr. Winchester."

"Fine Rosa goodnight."

She stood there gathering the courage to confront him.

…

"How is my blue eyed angel doing this warm summer night?"

The lawman sat there surrounded by papers with his reading glasses on, he took them off and focused his crystal blue eyes on Doc Holliday. His slim frame in a long dressing robe made of satin, he unbelted it letting the fabric fall open.

"Mr. Holliday you are trying to make me do bad things to you." Wyatt grabbed his crotch and flashed his lover a smile but got a folder stuck in his face instead of what he really wanted.

"Now before you go trying to pound my rump into the feather bed darlin' take a look at this."

Wyatt sighed as Doc closed his robe, he opened the folder and began to read, a big smile came over the man's handsome face, "Why Mister John Winchester, you are very naughty man."

TBC

Spooning originally meant the giving of a intricately carved spoon to the woman you loved and wanted to marry. Over time, spooning came to mean a type of hug where you lay facing the same way. Although the meanings are different, the word originated in Wales