Baby Winchester: Here We Go Again

Angela sat at the table in the library and groaned in pain again. Sam massaged her shoulders as Castiel set down a glass of water in front of the laboring woman.

"Thanks, Cas," Angela grunted.

"Just try and relax, baby," Sam cooed softly. "The doctor said that's the best thing you can do."

"And you're sure that she said it's not time to go to the hospital yet?" Angela asked as she rubbed her swollen stomach.

"I'm positive," Sam replied. "She said you're not in active labor yet."

Grace came barreling into the library with Dean hot on her heels. Grace was practically buzzing with excitement as she jumped up and down.

"Unca Dean told me!" Grace exclaimed. "Baby brother's coming!"

"Yes, he is, Peanut," Sam nodded. "But we have to let Mommy relax, okay? So let's use our inside voice."

"Okay." Grace nodded. "Sorry, Mommy."

"It's okay, sweet girl." Angela smiled softly. "I know you're excited. I bet he's excited to meet his big sister." She added as another contraction ripped through her, this time much more painful. "Oh, God!"

"Unca Cas, is Mommy okay?" Grace asked worriedly.

"She is," Castiel picked up the girl. "Having a baby can hurt, but she'll be okay."

"Sammy, they're getting closer," Angela whined in pain.

"I know, baby." Sam kissed her temple. "What can I do to help?"

"Can you just hold me?" she asked.

Sam nodded and wrapped his arms around his wife, stroking her hair. "I can do that, baby."

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A few hours had passed, and Angela was pacing the room, rubbing her belly. "I'm going insane. I want this baby out of me."

"You were just complaining about how it was too early." Dean reminded.

Angela sent her brother-in-law an icy glare and Dean shrunk down in his seat slightly.

"Yeah, well, clearly he's not waiting," Angela replied. "And no offense, but Winchester genes don't exactly allow for small babies."

"Sorry," Dean mumbled.

Angela doubled over in pain and Sam rushed to hold her up. This time, the contraction lasted for a few minutes longer than previously.

"All right," Sam started. "I think it's time to get you to the hospital. Dean, can you grab the go bag next to mine and Angie's bedroom door?"

Dean nodded and stood up, jogging towards the couples' room. Grace walked over and held one of Angela's hands.

"Mommy are you okay?"

"I'm okay, sweet girl," Angela grunted as the pain slowly subsided. "Cas, why don't you get Gracie to the car and get her settled?"

Castiel nodded and offered his hand to Grace, which she willingly took. The angel led his niece to the garage to get her into her car seat. Sam rubbed Angela's back and kissed her forehead.

"Are you ready to meet our little man?" he asked softly.

Angela nodded and took a deep breath. "I can't wait to meet him. I bet he's going to look just like you."

"I bet he's gonna be a momma's boy." Sam grinned.

"Yeah?" Angela smiled back at her husband. "Well, it's only fair. Gracie is a total daddy's girl."

Sam chuckled in response and started leading Angela towards the garage. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital so we can meet the little guy."

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Angela was lying in the hospital bed and Sam sat in a chair next to her, holding her hand. Dean, Castiel, and Grace had to stay in the waiting room, much to Grace's dismay.

"All right, Mrs. Winchester," Dr. Callahan took her gloves off and stood up. "You're about 7 centimeters dilated."

"Is it common for the second birth to go faster than the first?" Angela inquired curiously.

"Very common," Dr. Callahan nodded. "I'll be back to check on you soon. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you." Sam nodded as the doctor left.

"Ugh, I feel nauseous," Angela complained before another contraction hit her. "Aah!" she squeezed Sam's hand tightly.

"Do you need a bucket, baby?" Sam asked gently.

Angela rode out the pain and nodded and she screwed her eyes shut. Sam held the bucket in front of her and she vomited into it, groaning in pain. Sam smoothed her hair back as she took a deep breath.

"You're doing great, Angie," Sam whispered. "You're so strong."

"Everything hurts." Angela whimpered.

"I know," Sam murmured. "I wish I could take away your pain."

Angela chuckled, which turned into a groan as another contraction hit. "I appreciate that Sammy, but I don't think you'd wanna feel like this."

"Yeah, well, if it would make you feel better, I would do it in a heartbeat," Sam replied as he massaged her abdomen.

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A few more hours had passed and Dr. Callahan was performing another examination. She couldn't help the concerned frown that crossed her face and Sam noticed.

"Is everything okay?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Mrs. Winchester, I don't want you to be alarmed," Dr. Callahan started calmly. "But we're going to have to perform an emergency C-section."

Angela's eyes widened and she felt another wave of nausea course through her. "What?! W-what's wrong? Oh, God—

"Mrs. Winchester, I know it's hard, but I need you to remain calm." Dr. Callahan stressed. "The baby is in fetal distress. I'm going to need to get you to surgery immediately."

"Don't worry, baby," Sam assured. "I'm coming with you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester," Dr. Callahan shook her head. "I need you to stay in the waiting room."

"What? No, you can't—

"Mr. Winchester, you cannot come into surgery with her." Dr. Callahan reiterated firmly. "I apologize, but it's for the safety of your wife and baby. I need you to go to the waiting room and I will prep Angela for surgery."

Angela had tears in her eyes and she looked up at Sam. "I-I'm scared. Sammy, what if he doesn't make it?"

"Hey, hey," Sam kissed her forehead. "Don't think like that. You and the baby will be okay."

"But—

"No buts." Sam interrupted. "I love you."

"I wish you could be in there with me." Angela murmured. "What if…Sammy what if I die?"

Sam swallowed nervously. "You won't. You've fought against monsters and lived. You won't die."

Angela nodded and wiped her eyes. "I love you, Sammy."

"I'll see you and little man after." Sam leaned down and kissed his wife deeply.

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Sam walked into the waiting room, fear bubbling within him. Emergency C-sections were never good, and he couldn't survive losing Angela or the baby. Dean immediately noticed his brother's expression and stood up.

"What's wrong?"

"There was a complication," Sam whispered. "Angie needs an emergency C-section."

"What?" Dean's brows furrowed. "What sort of complication?"

"Dr. Callahan just said fetal distress," Sam answered, tears in his eyes.

Dean turned to Castiel. "Hey man, why don't you take Gracie to get a snack?"

Castiel noticed the brothers' expressions and nodded. "Grace, would you like a snack?"

"Yeah!" Grace nodded. "I want a cookie."

"Come on," Castiel offered his hand and led her to the cafeteria.

Once Grace was out of view, Sam broke down. "What if Angie doesn't make it? What if the baby doesn't—

"Hey." Dean held his brother's shoulders. "Angie and the baby are going to be fine. Angie has been through much worse, you know that."

"But in surgery, anything could go wrong, she could—she could bleed out, Dean," Sam stumbled over his words.

"She won't, Sammy," Dean stressed. "Angie's a fighter, man. You'll see her and the baby in a few hours, okay?"

"You can't know that."

"Yeah, I can." Dean shrugged. "Because I'm the oldest and I'm always right."

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Hours passed and Grace was asleep in Castiel's lap. Sam nervously bit his fingernails and his leg bounced up and down.

"She hates when you do that," Dean commented.

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Angie hates when you bite your nails," Dean replied.

"I'm nervous," Sam mumbled.

Dean was about to reply when Dr. Callahan walked over. There was blood on her gown and Sam immediately thought the worst.

"Mr. Winchester," she started softly. "Angela and the baby are in recovery. The umbilical cord was wrapped around your son's neck, which caused the distress. But they're both doing great. You all can go up to see them, but please be quiet and careful."

Sam let out a relieved sob and stood up to hug the doctor tightly. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

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Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Grace quietly walked into Angela's room. Grace rubbed her eyes sleepily and Angela looked up when they all walked in. She was nursing her newborn son and smiled tiredly.

"Hey,"

"Hi, baby." Sam kissed her. "You're doing okay?"

"Better than okay." She murmured. "Look at him. He's beautiful."

"He's perfect." Sam's voice cracked slightly. "Gracie, come here. Come meet your brother."

Sam lifted Grace up and she looked at the baby boy in awe.

"He's so little." She whispered.

"You were that little once, Princess," Dean smirked.

"Really?" Grace's eyes widened.

"Yeah." Sam kissed her temple. "We have to be really careful with him and Mommy, okay?"

"Okay." Grace nodded. "Mommy does he have a name?"

Angela smiled and bit her lip slightly. "I do have a name idea that I like a lot. Depends if your daddy likes it, too."

"Let's hear it," Sam smiled.

"Henry Samuel Winchester," Angela revealed softly.

New, happy tears filled Sam's eyes. Not only did she want to name their son after his and Dean's grandfather, but him as well.

"You—are you serious?" Sam's voice cracked slightly.

"Mm-hmm." Angela hummed. "Named after two very strong men that I've had the pleasure of knowing."

"Kiddo, that's…" Dean breathed out in awe. "Sammy, that's the one. It's perfect."

"Do you like it, baby?" Angela looked up at her husband.

"I love it. Thank you." Sam kissed her passionately. "Welcome to the world, Henry."

A/N: It's finally here! I hope you guys liked this chapter :) I would have posted it sooner but I've been working like crazy. Love y'all, xoxo

sutton2001: thank you! i'm glad that you like my writing :)

~Emily