Baby Winchester

Dean sat in the front seat of the Impala, speeding down the dark road. Sam and Angela sat in the back seat. Angela sat in between Sam's legs and leaned against his chest.

"How you doin', kid?" Dean asked from the driver's seat.

Angela was about to reply when a particularly painful contraction ripped through her body. "Aaah!" she groaned, closing her eyes tightly.

Sam rubbed Angela's shoulders gently. "Dean, how long until we get to the hospital?"

Dean glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "Twenty minutes, tops."

Sam looked down at Angela. "Do you think you'll be okay for twenty minutes?"

"I'm gonna have to be…" Angela sighed. "I am not having our baby in the back seat of a car."

"I second that," Dean interjected, looking at the couple in the rearview mirror.

Angela yelled in pain as another contraction coursed through her body. She screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw tightly.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she groaned. "Th-they're getting closer together." She breathed out.

Sam brushed Angela's hair out of her face. "Dean, is there any way you could speed up?"

The older Winchester glanced down at the speedometer and pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding up to about 60 miles-per-hour.

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Twenty minutes later, the three hunters burst into the hospital and rushed to the front desk.

"Excuse me," Sam said a little breathlessly. "My wife, she's going into labor."

"Has her water broken yet?" the young nurse asked.

"Yes." Sam nodded.

"Okay, I'll grab a wheelchair and we'll get you right up to labor and delivery." The nurse explained before she rushed off.

Angela bent over in pain as a harder contraction racked her body. "Aaah!" she groaned loudly.

Sam rubbed her back soothingly. "We're almost there, baby." He assured. "Look, the nurse is on her way back."

Angela looked up slightly and sure enough, the nurse was walking up and pushing a wheelchair. As soon as the nurse reached the Winchesters, both brothers helped Angela down into the chair.

"Alright, Mrs…?" the nurse trailed off, looking up at Sam.

"Winchester." He replied.

"Alright, Mrs. Winchester." The nurse smiled. "You're about to have a baby!"

Dean went to walk with the group, but the nurse was quick to stop him.

"Sir, you're going to have to stay in the waiting room." She instructed.

"Come on, he's my brother and she's my sister-in-law," Dean argued.

"I'm sorry, it's policy, sir." The nurse stressed.

"Dean, I'll have someone keep you updated," Sam assured his brother.

Dean sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Alright. Good luck in there, kid." He squeezed Angela's shoulder gently.

"Thanks, Dean." Angela smiled softly.

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Sam, Angela, and the nurse eventually reached the labor and delivery wing and brought her to a private room.

"Alright, I'll let you get changed and settled in." the nurse smiled. "Let me know when you're done."

Sam nodded, and the nurse walked out of the room. He helped Angela out of the wheelchair and helped her change into her hospital gown. As soon as that was finished, he helped her get settled into the hospital bed.

"Are you comfortable, baby?" Sam asked.

"As comfortable as I can be," Angela replied, a faint smile on her lips.

"Right." Sam chuckled. "I'll go grab the nurse."

Sam opened the door and poked his head out, and the nurse came back into the room.

"Alright," the nurse started brightly. "Are you opting for medication, Mrs. Winchester?"

"Oh, hell yeah," Angela replied, earning a chuckle from Sam.

"Okay." The nurse replied. "Is oxytocin okay, or would you prefer an epidural?"

"Whatever will help me get this baby out faster," Angela replied.

"Oxytocin it is, then." The nurse confirmed before she administered the correct dosage. "The doctor will be right in to examine you. I'll be sure to go update your brother, and if you need anything else, just let me know."

"Thank you," Sam replied sincerely before the nurse left. Sam took one of Angela's hands in his and looked down at her. "How're you doing, baby?"

"I'm in pain. A lot of pain." She managed to get out as another contraction hit her. "A-And, I'm nervous."

"Me too," Sam admitted. "But we're finally gonna meet her. After nine months…"

"I know." Angela grinned.

"I hope she looks just like you." Sam murmured.

"I hope she has your dimples. And your eyes." Angela replied. "Oh, and your smile! I love your smile."

Sam was about to say something when the doctor walked into the room, a smile on her face.

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester." She greeted. "How are we doing?"

"Good. Excited. Nervous." Angela smiled nervously.

"All normal emotions to be feeling right now." The doctor replied as she got ready to examine Angela. "Can you put your feet in the stirrups, please?"

Angela nodded and did as she was told. She shifted in the bed slightly. "God, this feels weird…"

Sam squeezed Angela's hand gently. The doctor quickly finished up the examination and stood up, taking her gloves off.

"How does everything look?" Sam asked.

"Everything looks good." The doctor confirmed. "Mrs. Winchester, you're about seven centimeters dilated." She explained. "I'll be back in an hour to check up on you."

"Thank you." Sam smiled.

The doctor flashed a smile as she walked out of the room.

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About an hour later, the doctor walked back into the room as another painful contraction racked Angela's body. She groaned in pain as the doctor prepared to examine her again. Sam gently massaged Angela's abdomen as the contraction continued.

"Okay, you're about eight centimeters dilated." The doctor noted. "Once you're ten centimeters dilated, I'll have you start pushing."

"Okay." Angela nodded. "Ah!" she yelled as another intense contraction hit her. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"Do you want me to get you anything, baby?" Sam asked softly.

"Just stay with me, please, Sammy." Angela pleaded.

Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Of course. Anything you need, Angie."

"Alright, if you feel the need to start pushing, press your call button." The doctor instructed.

"Okay." Angela nodded. "Thank you, doctor."

"You're doing great, baby." Sam praised, squeezing her hand comfortingly.

Angela smiled up at her husband, but it quickly faded as another contraction racked her body. Sam smoothed her hair back, trying to comfort her in any way possible.

"Try and relax, baby." He soothed. "Just think, we're going to meet our baby girl soon."

Angela nodded and squeezed her eyes closed as she rode out the contraction.

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About an hour and a half later, the doctor was administering another exam.

"Okay, you are fully dilated, Mrs. Winchester." She noted. "If you're feeling the need to push, then push."

Angela just nodded and took a deep breath.

"You got this, baby." Sam encouraged.

As another contraction racked Angela's body, she started to push. She yelled in pain and squeezed Sam's hand as tight as she possibly could.

"Keep pushing, Angie, you're doing great." Sam praised.

Angela threw her head back into her pillow. "I hope you're okay with one baby, because I am not doing this again."

"I'm okay with whatever you want," Sam assured with a smile. "You can do this."

"Keep pushing, Mrs. Winchester." The doctor instructed.

"Aaah!" Angela yelled as she continued pushing. "I can't keep doing this." She breathed.

"Baby, you can do this," Sam assured. "We're going to meet our baby girl, Angie."

"I'm too tired, Sammy." She shook her head. "I—I can't keep pushing."

Sam leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. "Angela, you have helped save the world several times." He reminded. "You have stood up against Lucifer himself. You can and will have this baby."

Angela took a deep breath and nodded, giving a hard push. She yelled in pain and continued to squeeze Sam's hand.

"There you go. You're doing great, baby." Sam praised.

"She's crowning." The doctor smiled. "Just a few more pushes, Mrs. Winchester."

"You hear that, baby?" Sam grinned at his wife. "You can keep going, Angie, I know you can do this."

Angela continued pushing, yelling in pain as she did so. As the baby's head started to emerge, the doctor started to suction her mouth and nose and felt around for the umbilical cord.

"One more push, Mrs. Winchester!" the doctor instructed.

Angela took a deep breath and looked up at her husband. Sam squeezed her hand in encouragement.

"You can do this." Sam murmured.

Angela nodded and gave one more, final push. She screamed as she pushed, putting everything she had into it. Sam smoothed her hair back with his free hand and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Suddenly, a loud cry filled the room, and Angela relaxed, breathing heavily.

"She's here." Sam murmured in awe, a grin on his face. "Angie, she's here."

"She's here." Angela sobbed happily as the doctor dried the baby off with a towel.

"I am so incredibly proud of you," Sam whispered. "You… you brought our baby into this world, Angela. You've given me a daughter."

"I'm so happy." Angela breathed out. "So unbelievably happy."

"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester," the doctor interjected, holding up the baby, who was now wearing a little pink hat and was wrapped in a blanket. "Here she is." She smiled as she rested the baby on Angela's bare stomach. "Dad, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"

Sam grinned and nodded. The doctor guided him through the process, and soon enough, the umbilical cord was cut. Sam sat down on the chair next to Angela's bed.

"Hi, baby." Angela cooed, a huge grin on her face.

"She's beautiful." Sam breathed in awe.

The baby looked up at Angela with large, hazel eyes—just like Sam's, and she had a tuft of chocolate brown hair on her head.

"I knew she'd have your eyes." Angela grinned at her husband.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester." The doctor smiled at the little family. "Your baby girl is perfectly healthy. Now, if you're going to breastfeed, I suggest starting now."

"Thank you," Angela replied sincerely.

"You're very welcome." The doctor smiled. "I was told you brother is still in the waiting room. Would you like me to grab him?"

"Yes, please." Sam nodded. "Thank you."

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Dean walked into the hospital room and grinned. "There they are. How'd everything go?"

"Perfectly." Angela smiled. "Come here."

Dean walked over and peered down at the baby. "Wow. For having Gigantor here as her dad, she sure is tiny."

Angela chuckled and Sam just rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly.

"Do you want to hold her?" Sam asked his brother.

"Seriously?" Dean's eyes widened. "Yeah. Hell yeah."

Sam gently took the baby and handed her to Dean. "Alright, careful," Sam muttered.

"Sammy, I know how to hold a baby. Do you know how many times I held you as a baby?" Dean raised his brows. He shifted the baby in his arms slightly and smiled. "Man, I am gonna spoil you rotten, sweetheart." He murmured. "She looks just like Sammy did when he was a baby."

Sam and Angela grinned at each other.

"He is so wrapped around her finger." Angela giggled.

"Totally." Sam agreed. "But so am I."

"I can hear you guys." Dean retorted. "Have you two picked out a name, yet?"

"Yeah." Angela smiled at Dean. "Her name is Grace Elizabeth Winchester."

"Grace means goodness," Sam added. "Goodness and generosity."

Dean grinned down at his niece. "Welcome to the world, baby Grace."


A/N: Hey guys! I decided that I couldn't wait any longer to post this chapter, lol. I tried to make it accurate as possible without making it too long, so I really hope you liked it! Also, who watched the premiere last night?! I already have so many ideas :) Love y'all xoxo.

~Emily