Chapter Seven

Two months later…

Sam stood in the shower, washing his hair. He hated this long hair with a fiery passion. It was impossible to get the shampoo out of, and took forever to dry. He would like to cut it, but what was the point?

As he finished rinsing his hair, he heard some water pouring into the tub at his feet. He looked down at the tub floor, and his eyes went wide. He turned off the water and climbed out, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. As he reached for his clothes, he called out.

"Dean!"

"What?!" He heard Dean run to the bathroom door. "What is it?! What happened?!"

"I'm fine, Dean," Sam told him. "My water just broke."

"What?"

"My water broke. The baby's coming."

"Then what are you still doing in there? We gotta get to the hospital!"

"I'm not going to the hospital naked, Dean! Just give me a minute! It's a lot harder when you're carrying an extra ten pounds!"

Sam finally pulled his shirt on, and got some past on his toothbrush.

"You're brushing your teeth?!" Dean called. Apparently, he had heard it through the door. Sam could practically see the annoyance on his face.

"Labor lasts for at least fourteen hours, Dean. I think I have time."

"Shit, really?"

"Did you not read any of the stuff I gave you?"

"Well…I might've scanned it…"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Some help you're gonna be! Just get our stuff in the car, Dean."

Sam finished up and came out of the bathroom with his stuff. Dean was putting the last of their bags in the trunk. He rushed in and came over to Sam.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Dude, I'm fine," said Sam. He dropped his bundle as he clutched his abdomen. Dean reached out and caught him as his knees buckled. Sam breathed as the contraction peaked and passed. "Hospital…now…"

Dean helped Sam into the passenger seat and then grabbed the stuff Sam dropped, throwing it into the back of the car. All the way to the hospital, he floored it. It was a twenty minute drive, and when Dean parked the car, another contraction hit. Dean ran around and opened the passenger door.

"I think I'm gonna have to carry you," said Dean.

"Whatever, just get me in there!" Sam told him. Dean reached in and pulled Sam from the car as Sam wrapped an arm around his neck. Sam held his other hand over his stomach as Dean carried him through the hospital doors.

"I need some help!" Dean called. A nurse came up with a wheelchair, and he placed Sam in it.

"Can you tell me your name?" asked the nurse.

"Dean Winchester. This is my…my wife, Samantha."

"Okay, we're gonna get you two to a room here," said the nurse as she pushed Sam's wheelchair down the hall. When they got to a private room, they left Sam alone to change into a hospital gown and then helped him get into the bed. Dean pulled a blanket up over Sam as he breathed through a contraction.

"You want something to eat?" asked Dean. Sam shook his head. "Wanna watch TV? Read? Fool around on the laptop?"

Sam looked up to see the worry etched on his face. He smiled. "Thanks, Dean."

"For what?"

"For being here. This is gonna be a long, long day, and I'm glad you'll be here for me."

"That's what family's for, right?" Dean smiled.

Sam smiled. "Call Bobby. He'd want to be here."

Dean nodded and flipped his phone open.

"Dean?" Bobby answered.

"Bobby, we're at Mapleview General," Dean told him. "The baby's coming."

"Be there in ten," Bobby told him.

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Ten hours later…

Sam moaned as the worst contraction yet hit him. The pain radiated out from his spine and slowly worked its way to his front. He flung a hand over towards Dean, grasping his jacket like it was his lifeline. The nurse in the room checked his vitals.

"Good news, Samantha," she said. "The baby's ready, you're fully dilated; it's time."

"It's…Sam…" he panted through the pain.

"I'll go get the doctor, Sam," the nurse said. She came back with a syringe.

"No!" Sam yelled. "No drugs. No epidurals, no anesthesia, nothing."

"Sam, you're in pain," Dean told him.

"I've read what the possible side effects to the baby are," said Sam. "I can't do that." The nurse left the room. "Besides, I've been shot, stabbed and who knows what else so many times."

"Sam, this isn't like taking down a werewolf with a dislocated shoulder, or fighting a zombie with a broken wrist. You're giving birth."

"Dean, I'm doing this, alright?"

Dean stared at him. "Fine."

The doctor came in and walked over to Sam. "Hello, Sam and Dean. My name is Dr. Carnell. Ready for delivery?"

"No," muttered Sam. They laughed.

"It's okay," said Dr. Carnell. "First time mothers are always nervous. It's normal." He moved to the end of the bed. "It's time to start pushing."

Dean clasped onto Sam's hand as he helped Sam lean forward. Sam took a deep breath and began pushing. After twenty seconds, he fell back onto the raised bed, panting and sweating.

"Okay, I can see the head," called Carnell. "Couple more pushes, Sam."

Sam sat up and pushed again. After another twenty seconds, he thought his stomach would explode. He collapsed onto the bed.

"Alright, the head is out," said Carnell. "One more big push now."

Sam sat forward again. He pushed as a scream forced itself out of his throat. The next second, Sam collapsed onto the bed, and cries filled the air. Carnell held up a squirming baby.

"It's a girl," said Carnell. Sam smiled as he stared at the baby. The nurse cut the umbilical cord and took the baby to clean it off. "Congratulations."

Sam screamed as pain radiated around his abdomen. Carnell came back to Sam to assess the situation.

"Sammy, what's wrong?" asked Dean beside him. "Are you okay?"

"It seems as though Sam's body is not through with the delivery process," said Carnell. "This can only mean one thing." He looked up at the brothers. "Twins."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Twins? But it wasn't on the sonograms."

"Sometimes, the second child is hidden behind the first and cannot be seen," Carnell explained. "But, there's definitely a twin."

"Are you sure?" asked Dean. Sam screamed again, clutching his swollen belly.

"Pretty sure," said Carnell. "The baby's crowned. Push, Sam."

"No," Sam cried, a tear slipping down his cheek.

Dean placed his hand on Sam's head, forcing his brother to look at him. "Do it for me, Sammy. Do it for our baby."

Sam closed his eyes and sat forward, pushing. He screamed as more cries filled the air. He collapsed as Carnell held the baby up.

"It's a boy," Carnell announced. They cut the umbilical cord and took the baby to clean it off.

"Are we done yet?" Sam moaned. Dean laughed as Carnell nodded.

"Yeah, you're done," Dean reassured him. Two nurses came over with their babies, one wrapped in a blue blanket and one in a pink blanket. They gave the blue one to Dean and the pink one to Sam.

A nurse held two small hospital bands and a pen. "Do you have names picked out?"

Dean looked at Sam. "We hadn't really talked about it." He looked down at his newborn son. "But I've thought that a good boy's name is—"

"John," Sam and Dean said at the same time. They looked at each other, slightly surprised, and smiled.

Dean looked up at the nurse. "John Samuel Winchester."

She wrote it on the bracelet. "The girl's name?"

Sam looked at Dean, who nodded his consent. Sam looked at the nurse. "Mary Deanna Winchester."

The nurse wrote that and waited for the babies.

Dean brought John over so Sam could hold him, too. Sam had Mary in one arm and John in the other. He watched as they stared at him. Sam seemed to falter, and he looked at Dean.

"Here, take them," said Sam.

Confused, Dean took John in his arms as the nurse took Mary. The babies were placed in incubators and wheeled to the nursery as Dean walked over to Sam.

"What was that about?" asked Dean.

"The first few minutes of a baby's life are crucial," Sam explained. "They bond with the person who is around them. I didn't want them bonding with me since I'm not gonna be like this forever."

"Oh, okay," said Dean.

"Dean, help me up," said Sam suddenly as he threw off his blanket in a hurry.

"Why?" asked Dean as he grabbed Sam by the arms.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Sam told him. Dean helped him cross the room to the bathroom, and Sam slammed the door.

He doubled over as pain radiated up his spine, traveling through his nerves to every inch of his body. His legs and arms felt like they were stretching, his skull was fit to burst, his back strung as tight as it would go. He convulsed as his bones grinded together, his organs shifting—and in some cases, disappearing—his skin melting. As the pain faded, Sam opened his eyes, not realizing he had slammed them close. He shakily stood up and looked down, his eyes widening. His legs and arms were longer, and his breasts were gone. He rushed to the mirror and stared at his reflection: brown hair to his ears, brown eyes staring back at him, prominent chin, wide brow, broad shoulders…

His eyes traveled down his familiar body. He lifted the hospital gown to above his waist.

Thank God, Sam breathed. I'm me again.

"Sammy, you okay in there?" asked Dean. Sam opened the door to let Dean see him. "Sammy! You…you're back!"

"This is not good, Dean," said Sam.

"Why not?"

"They'll be back in about fifteen minutes to take care of me, and I'm not here."

Dean's smiled faded. "Shit. Stay here. I'll get some clothes outta the Impala."

Dean rushed out of Sam's room to see Bobby waiting.

"Twins," said Bobby. "Congratulations, boy."

"Bobby, get to your truck," said Dean. "We're headed to your house."

"What?" asked Bobby. "Why?"

"Sam changed back. We can't stay here."

"I'll follow you boys."

Dean rushed to the Impala, pulling Sam's duffel out, and rushed back to Sam's room. Sam was pacing by the hospital bed. Dean threw the duffel to him, and Sam rushed to the bathroom. He came out a minute later in jeans and a hoodie.

"Dean, what about the babies?" asked Sam frantically.

"Don't worry, Sam," Dean assured him. "I'll get them, but you can't come with." Dean poked his head out to look down the hall. "Go, go." Sam slid past him and rushed down the hall for the exit.

Dean headed down the hall towards the nursery. He tapped lightly on the window to get the nurse's attention.

"Winchester," he called. The nurse and her coworker picked up two babies and showed him. He approached the door. "My wife and I are gonna take them home."

"But, sir—"

"Oh, it's okay," said Dean. "Dr. Carnell fixed her up and said we could take them home."

"Alright," said the nurse. She handed the twins to him.

"Thank you," he told her and headed for the parking lot. As he approached the Impala, Sam opened the passenger door. Dean carefully handed John to him and walked to the other side, climbing into the driver's seat. He started the car up, clutching Mary to his chest.

"Look at the bright side," said Dean.

"You mean, other than the fact that we have two beautiful children?" said Sam. Dean glanced at him. "What?"

"At least I didn't have to watch you try to breast feed," muttered Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Very funny, jerk."

Dean laughed, but then his face fell. "Oh, what are we gonna do about that?"

"About what?"

"The breast feeding. We don't have anyone to do that."

"Dean, plenty of babies survive just fine when there's no one to breast feed. That's what formula is for."

"Oh," muttered Dean as he drove.

They arrived at Bobby's house ten minutes later, and the five of them headed into the house.

Dean walked into the kitchen to find a highchair by the table. He looked at the counter to find bibs, pacifiers, small spoons, and packages of diapers. He headed for the fridge and opened it. There were bottles of baby formula and jars of baby food.

"Bobby, you did all this?" asked Dean.

"Thought you could use it," Bobby shrugged. He smiled. "Take a look upstairs."

Sam and Dean headed up the stairs to the guest bedroom with two beds. A crib stood against the wall with a baby monitor in it.

"I had it lying around," Bobby told them.

"From what?" asked Dean.

"From after the fire," said Bobby. "Your father came to me for help."

Sam looked at him. "That was mine?"

"Yep."

"Bobby…you're awesome," said Dean.

"You're welcome," said Bobby. "By the way, you boys pick names?"

Sam smiled and shuffled over to Bobby, showing him his son. "John Samuel Winchester."

Dean brought their daughter to Bobby. "Mary Deanna Winchester."

"Kids, this is your Uncle Bobby," Sam whispered to their children.

"'Bout time we had a real family," said Dean.

THE END