Sam lurched out of the car before it had even completely stopped in the space in the dark parking deck outside of the hospital. He pulled open the backseat and reached in, helping Ella out of the car. "Easy... easy, Ells." He said offering her his hand.

Ella gripped onto his hand tightly, pulling herself up and out of the Impala. "This kid is ticking me off already," She muttered.

Sam grimaced a little as she held tightly onto his hand. He nodded. "It's okay... we'll get you inside and they'll pump you full of drugs and it'll be just fine." He said with a weak smile as he lead her toward the building. She squeezed his hand tightly, possibly breaking a couple bones in the process, as they walked into the emergency room's doors.

After a few moments, Sam and Dean were sitting in the hospital room with Ella while she waited for the doctor to come. Sam's hand was still locked in Ella's vise grip, and his fingers were tingling from

the lack of blood flow. "You doing okay, Ells?" He was sitting on the edge of the bed while Dean occupied a chair as far away as possible.

"I'm glad you asked, Sam. I'm about to have to push a human being out of my body, I'm just fan-freaking-tastic," Ella muttered sarcastically. "This is all your fault you know! You just had to knock me up! Couldn't keep it in your pants."

Dean gave a quiet laugh. She glared over at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing.." He said quickly.

Sam tried to stutter a reply, but ended up just mumbling an apology for the thousandth time that day. There was a soft rustling of wings and suddenly Castiel was standing in the room. He took a step toward the bed. "Ella, how-"

"Don't ask!" Sam said quickly.

Castiel's brows furrowed. Ella arched a brow. "Glad you're here Cas. The doctors won't give me any drugs, so knock me up with some angel meds or something before I strangle someone."

Castiel shook his head slowly as he moved closer to her. "I'm afraid that I cannot do that. You have to be conscious... there's nothing I can do."

Ella stared at him blankly, the same stare that she had given the Dollar Tree employee back in Wyoming before she nearly beat him with the singing and dancing Santa. "Nothing at all?" When he shook his head, she narrowed her eyes and swung her fist at the angel's face. Gasping in pain as the punch did nothing but harm her own hand, she glared back up at him. "Then why are you here?"

Castiel blinked in confusion as she struck him, but did not seem phased. "Jude and I are here to protect you and the child. You are both in danger..."

"Of course, why am I not surprised.." She muttered, rolling her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak just as another contraction came around. "Aaghh!"

Sam grimaced, his eyes going a little wide as she squeezed his hand tighter. "It's okay, Ella... uh... just breathe. You know, like in the movies... he he hoooo."

"I just got off the phone with Bobby," Dean said, flipping closed the cell phone just as Ella gave Sam another glare though still not releasing the death grip she had on his hand. "He's on the next flight out here."

The door to the room opened, and an older doctor with graying hair stepped in, smiling brightly at them. "How is the mother to be doing?" He asked, as if her expression of complete and utter pain wasn't a big enough clue.

Castiel looked over at him and furrowed his brows. "She is in a great deal of pain."

Sam nodded, rubbing his hand. "Do you think you... could give her something?"

"I'm sorry, there's not much we can do now," The doctor replied with a shake of his head. "So, would everyone but the husband mind clearing out of here for a little while so I ca-"

Dean nearly jumped out of the chair he had been sitting in. "Come on, Cas," He pulled along the confused angel by the sleeve of his trench coat as they left the room.

"You know," Sam began, sitting on the edge of the bed as Ella squeezed his hand again, going through another contraction. "We still haven't decided on a name."

Ella sighed as the pain passed and loosened her grip on her husband's numb fingers. "I think we should name her after someone important… like Jude, or Joel. They've both done so much to protect me and the baby… Joel's even died for us… twice."

Sam nodded and reached over, grabbing the baby name book he had had Dean bring them from the nightstand. He flipped through a few pages. "I don't really see any female versions of Joel… but you know, this one author took two names of people that the main character liked and smushed them together into a name. We could do something like that… like Jud…el… or… Judoel…"

"Nice try, Stephanie Meyer," She said arching a brow. "I love you, Sam, but if you try to name our kid that, so help me, I will shoot you, and you know I'm an excellent shot." Her voice was flat and completely serious.

Sam cleared his throat and turned back to the book. "What about… Judith?"

"…I guess that's not too bad of a name."

"She could have Jude as a nickname or Judy…"

"Judy? I'm not having my daughter share the name of some annoying television judge… we'll call her… Jude." She said, smiling slightly. Sam smiled back and tossed the book onto the nightstand.

"Jude… well Dean is certainly going to approve." He said with a little laugh. Another contraction took over, and Ella stiffened, tightening her fingers around Sam's hand so hard that he heard bones popping.