Mother at Twelve Part Four- The baby is born.

I sat on the couch eating ice cream. My tummy was round and I felt like a balloon. Castiel sat next to me tracing patterns on my stomach and Dean and Sam were playing video games. Ellen was there nervously fretting over me. Bobby was there drinking beer.

"I don't get why you're all in a fluff. This is boring," Bobby said gruffly. An evil idea popped into my head.

"Oh my god, I think it's coming," I groaned. Castiel and Ellen immediately sprang up and Bobby turned white as a sheet. I began to laugh.

"Don't ever say my life is boring Bobby. It just turned you white as a sheet," I told him. Castiel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Come on, I couldn't resist," I told him with my signature pout. He sighed and smiled sitting back down.

"You are whipped," Ellen said severely. Castiel smiled and shrugged.

"I don't care," he said kissing me.

A few hours later I was in the kitchen getting more ice cream when I felt a tug of pain. I gasped and my hands went to my belly. More pain came.

"Ellen," I cried.

"What is it?" she asked running in.

"I think it's time," I panted with another wince. Everything was a flurry as I was rushed out to the car and Ellen was grabbing my to-go bag. We drove as fast as we could to get to the hospital.

"Cas, it's not coming right away. You can relax," I told him soothingly. He shot me a look that said he really couldn't. I laughed. We pulled into the hospital and they took me inside. They explained what was happening tome and a wheel chair was brought out. The pain was coming faster now. They got me into a hospital bed and set everything up.

"Cas," I panted reaching for him. He took my head tenderly as more pain started hitting me. I cried out.

"We don't have time for a spine tap," a voice rang out.

"You have to be brave my angel," Castiel whispered. I nodded squeezing his hand.

Five hours of pain later I was lying on the bed panting and soaked in sweat and other fluids. I heard crying and lifted my head weakly. A nurse was wiping the baby off.

"It's a girl," a nurse told us. I smiled and Castiel's eyes shone. The nurse rested her in my arms and I stared down at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Hi," I whispered. I stroked her cheek with my finger.

"What should we name her?" Castiel asked kissing my forehead.

"Selena," I said feeling the rightness of it. Castiel kissed Selena's forehead.

"It's perfect," he whispered.

Four Years Later

"Selena," I called, "Lunch."

"But I'm playing with daddy," came her high sweet voice.

"Then tell daddy that he needs to bring you in for lunch," I said.

"Aw, do I have to," came Castiel's voice. I rolled my eyes but smiled. They walked in and I smiled at my daughter in Castiel's arms. She had inherited Castiel's black hair and my green eyes. I kissed her forehead as Castiel set her down.

"Here you go," I announced setting down three grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Yay!" she cried digging in.

"Yay!" Castiel cried as well. I laughed and kissed him.

That night as I changed I remembered when I had been struggling to take care of my two brothers. I smiled as I thought about how that had changed.

"Why are you smiling?" Castiel asked kissing my neck.

"Because I'm happy," I said turning in his arms, "I'm so happy."