Mary painted in pain as her lower stomach cramped hard enough for her to wince. She bent over as much as she could, breathing heavily as she tried to focus on anything else.

It had started small, bits and pieces that felt like the beginning of contractions, similar enough to when she had been pregnant with Sam and Dean before that she had immediately called the boys to tell them.

It was too soon, they all expected to have at least another two months but apparently, the baby had other ideas. Sam had quickly drove to them with Cas in tow, settling with them for a few hours before the contractions really started and Mary had to lie down on the bed, writhing in pain.

It was too soon, she thought she had more time. She had more things to take care of, calls to make, she had wanted to go back to Lawrence one last time just to look around again. She had planned to talk to Dean again, find a way to get around the whole, not being able to be in the same vicinity. She wanted to go to town and gorge herself on fast food and she had wanted to-

Her entire body locked up from the pain and she clawed at the bed, not able to scream or move as her body just tried to ride out the contractions, before she collapsed onto the bed.

Sam was right beside her and he couldn't do anything but let her try to get through it, when she collapsed he came forward with a bottle of water, tenderly picking her head up enough so that she could drink as much as she could.

Panting she opened her eyes to look up at her son, marveling at just how collected he looked, his hands were shaking slightly, the only hint of his nerves, as he laid her back onto the bed, moving his hand to wipe at the sweat off of her skin and face.

She wished that Dean was here too, she wished that John was here. She wished that none of this was happening like this, that she was in a hospital with her entire family, no angels, no grace, no nephilim being born. Swallowing hard she tried to speak when another contraction ripped through her.

She couldn't hold it back anymore, screaming as a surge of pain went through her. Her back arched as her body lifted as she screamed, gripping tightly at the sheets.

Sam reached out and gripped her hand tightly, wrapping an arm around her as well. ""Its okay, it's going to be okay mom." he said as soothingly as he could. She could hear his voice shaking and tried to focus on him.

"Sammy." she whispered, holding onto him. "Sammy."

Sam gave her a small smile, reaching out to gently smooth her hair away from her face. "I'm right here mom."

"Name." she managed to gasp out. "Name for...the baby." she gritted her teeth hard, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Sam nodded, gripping at her tightly. "What do you want to name it?" he asked her softly.

"Boy, after John….John Henry." she gasped out, barely able to get the words out as the pain started to intensify. There was a glow at the edges of her visions and the rumbling and pulsation of grace was growing clearer. "Girl, Millie. Millie Louise, your...grandmother."

Sam nodded, and maybe he was blinking back tears, she couldn't see clearly enough to tell. "Okay." he whispered. She could feel his hand in her hair and tried to lean into it, trying her best not to scream from the pain. "John Henry or Millie Louise."

Mary managed a small, sad smile at him, nodding and gripping at his hand before she screamed.

Jack glanced towards the room, wiping at his eyes once more before he turned to the computer screen where Dean looked sick to his stomach.

"I should be there." Dean whispered. "I should be there with her."

"We don't know how you'll be here with her." Jack repeated, saying it over and over again despite how much he hated it. "With Michael, he might try something."

"He might also try something when the baby is born, what are we going to do, keep us separated forever?" Dean snapped at him before shaking his head. "Sorry, didn't mean to yell, just-" he winched then, either from Mary's scream that filled the air or something Michael was doing in his head.

Jack flinched and wrapped his arms around himself. He could see Cas moving around the cabin, desperately painting the walls with enochian sigils to try to protect Mary and the baby. Jack had asked if any of those were to keep Mary alive but Cas didn't answer that.

There was a static crackling in the air, causing Jacks hair to start to rise up on his arms and he rubbed at them slightly, taking a deep breath. "Dean-" he said turning back to the laptop.

A surge suddenly shot through the entire cabin, throwing things and people to the side. The lights immediately turned off in sparks. The laptop clattered to the ground as Jack brought his hands up to catch himself on the ground. He quickly scrambled to grab the laptop, checking to make sure that it was okay and still on.

"What happened? What the hell happened?" Dean's voice demanded, cracking slightly in fear. Jack tried to turn the computer screen on, fighting the urge to curse when he saw that it was cracked. By some miracle he could still hear Dean and after testing it he could hear him.

Before either of them could say anything, in the dark and silence of the room and the cabin itself, they could hear as clear as anything, a baby started to cry.

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