Warnings: Mpreg, Wincest, Graphic Birth
At nine months pregnant- and five days overdue – Sam was cranky. He was driving Dean and Bobby up the wall.
"I found a hunt about twenty miles from here. It's a simple salt and burn case," Dean explained to Sam. Truthfully, he just wanted to escape his hormonal brother for a few hours, and this hunt seemed like a perfect excuse.
"I'm going with you," Sam replied. He may be due any day now, but he could still help. Just a little bit, though. He couldn't even see his feet anymore, let alone fit in his shoes. Sam was forced to wear slippers, and had been doing so for the past four weeks.
"Sam, are you sure you want to go?" Bobby didn't want him going into labor in the middle of nowhere. That didn't seem good in any way.
Sam nodded. "I need to get out of the house for a little while." He turned his puppy dog eyes to Dean, who had been ready to tell him no.
"Fine," Dean reluctantly agreed. He hoped Sam and their daughter would be okay.
Sam sighed happily. "Thanks, Dean." He winced as pain ran across his stomach. Stupid Braxton-Hicks contractions. They had been annoying him for months. He couldn't wait until Emily Victoria was born so all these aches and pains could go away.
"Want me to help you with your coat?" Dean questioned. He knew Sam had a hard time putting anything on now.
Sam nodded. "I hope Miss Emily makes her arrival soon. I can't take this anymore."
"I know you can't, Sammy." Dean was also tired of Sam's whining and complaining.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam and Dean were on the way to the cemetery for the hunt. Sam complained the entire way about how his back hurt and why he couldn't take the Braxton-Hicks contractions anymore. "Emily will be here soon. I hope she doesn't wait too long," Sam told his brother.
"Emily better not wait too long to be born," Dean muttered underneath his breath. He would end up regretting that statement, but didn't know that yet.
"I'm going with you," Sam decided. He wanted to make sure his brother didn't get hurt.
"No. You're nine months pregnant. You and Emily could get hurt. I let you come with me, but you're staying in the car, Sammy." Dean refused to budge on this.
"Alright." Sam pouted, but it had no effect on Dean.
Dean headed out to the cemetery. The grave was far back, and it would take him a little while to get there.
Sam was uncomfortable in the passenger seat, so he got out of the car and laid down on the backseat. "Papa will be back soon, Emily," Sam whispered when the baby kicked.
Sam just sat there and thought about what life would be like when Emily was born. Would he and Dean have any more kids? Sam wasn't exactly sure yet.
When a sharp pain lanced across his stomach, Sam got a bad feeling. Was he in labor?
The answer arrived in the form of a really painful contraction two minutes later. Sam fumbled for the cell phone in his pocket, but it took him a little while to find it. He speed dialed Dean's number. "Pick up," he pleaded. He wanted to be in the hospital with an epidural to deliver the baby.
Dean didn't pick up. After the phone rang for a few times, it went to voicemail. Sam realized his brother must be out of service range.
Sam cried out in pain as another contraction started. He officially loathed labor. Hopefully, this would end well. Sam really hoped Dean was on his way back to the car. He didn't want to go through labor alone. The thought was terrifying.
Luckily for Sam, Dean was on his way back. Salting and burning the corpse of the ghost had been relatively easy. After completing his task, a really bad feeling had hit Dean and he was running to Sam. What if something had happened to his little brother and the baby?
Meanwhile, the contractions were coming closer together. Sam whimpered, and grabbed the door handle tight. Somehow, he managed to reach over his swollen stomach and take his sweatpants off. The baby was going to come very soon.
Despite the fact that he was in labor, the unbearable urge to push surprised Sam. The pregnant man really wished Dean would come out of nowhere and help him deliver Emily. Sam couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped him as he bore down and pushed.
Feeling Emily move down inside of him was the oddest experience he had ever been through. Labor wasn't fun at all. If Sam ever got pregnant again, he was going to make sure he was in the hospital and had an epidural.
As the contraction faded, Sam leaned back and panted heavily. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have long as another contraction started. He gritted his teeth, bore down, and pushed. His water broke, but Sam really didn't care because he was focused on pushing. After the contraction ended, Sam felt with his hand to see what was up. The baby was crowning, but her head wasn't completely out yet.
Sam scrunched up his face as an extremely painful contraction tore through his body. Once more, he bore down and pushed as hard as he could. This time, Sam felt the baby crown. He gasped for breath as the contraction abated. He wondered for a brief second if Dean would be mad that the Impala's backseat was probably ruined.
Sam screamed when the next contraction built up. He pushed as hard as he could, hoping Emily would be born. Labor was harder than Sam thought it would be. As of this moment, he never wanted to experience this pain again.
Luckily for him, he got his wish. The baby slid out of Sam quite easily. He grabbed the newborn immediately, and immediately brought the baby up to his chest.
Dean ran towards the car less than a minute later. He saw Sam in the backseat and did a double take upon seeing the baby on his brother's chest. He rushed to open the door.
When he saw the umbilical cord still attached to Sam and the baby, he grabbed his knife and cut it, separating the two.
"Are you two okay?" questioned a frantic Dean as Sam delivered the baby. He really needed to clean the car now, but that was okay.
"We're fine, but we're going to need a new name," Sam replied. He winced as he shifted around uncomfortably.
"Why?" Dean was checking over both of them when Sam answered.
"Seems like the ultrasound was wrong. In case you missed it, Emily is a boy." Sam laughed. It was kind of ironic.
"Whoa. Let me see him." Dean checked, and sure enough, he and Sam had a son instead of a daughter. That was okay, however.
"We need to get to the hospital. Just to get us checked out," Sam informed Dean over their now wailing son.
Dean agreed, and headed for the front seat. He called Bobby on the way to the hospital. The older man greed to meet them there.
At the hospital, Sam and Baby Boy Winchester were both declared healthy. Sam and the baby were admitted to the hospital, though.
"What are you going to name him?" questioned a smirking Bobby. He had burst out laughing upon learning the baby was a boy instead of a girl.
"What do you think, Sammy?" Dean couldn't stop staring at his new son.
He shrugged. "I have no clue. We only thought of girl names," Sam admitted. He wished now that he had thought of boy names just in case.
"Christopher Samuel Winchester," decided Dean. Christopher seemed to fit the little boy.
"Why Samuel instead of Dean for a middle name?" Sam shifted, hoping he didn't wake Christopher in the process.
"Because you did all the hard work and delivered him on your own." Dean was so proud of his brother for that.
Sam smiled as Christopher opened his eyes and stared at him. "Welcome to the world, Christopher Samuel Winchester. You are loved." He smiled again at the newborn.
Dean picked Christopher up and sat down in a chair. He already loved his son so much. He had never felt this way about anyone, even Sam.
Sam and Dean had a lot to look forward to with Christopher. They had their whole lives ahead of them now.
It was going to be a long eighteen years.
