Special Delivery in an Elevator
Author's notes: Thanks to all who read, reviewed and follow/favorite this story. Also, thanks to deanstheman for reading this in advance!
Chapter Two
"Dean, are you hurt?" Mary yelled, seeing him curled in a ball in the corner on the opposite side.
"No, Mommy, I'm fine," he said, slowly lifting his head up. "Daddy taught me to cover my head if I was in an earthquake, so that's what I did."
"Honey, I don't think that was an earthquake, but you definitely did the right thing."
"Are you hurt?" he asked, rushing to her side. "What about Sammy, is he hurt?"
"No, I think we're fine," she quietly responded. "Help me up, please."
Dean tried to pull his mother up, but she began screaming in pain. "Mommy! Mommy!" the blonde boy ran to the buttons, trying to make the doors open while yelling for help.
"Dean, open that little door and tell the person on the phone that we're trapped." Mary instructed as she pointed.
Dean picked up the red phone receiver but no one was answering. Before he could do anything, Mary screamed again. "My water just broke! Oh god, I'm going into labor!"
Dean took his mother's purse and dialed 911, praying she and the baby will not die. "911, what is your emergency."
"Me and my mommy are trapped in an elevator from the earthquake and she just broke some water and is going to have my baby brother now."
"Okay, sweetie, can you put your mommy on the phone now." The operator asked, hoping this was just a prank or something.
"Ummm, my water broke and uh, I'm twenty days early." Mary quietly replied.
"And you're trapped in an elevator?"
"Yeah…we're at the uh, mall in uh, the parking garage when some uh, explosions went off."
"What's your name?"
"Mary…Mary Winchester."
"Great, now Mary, I have dispatched all the emergency vehicles to assist you but we need to keep track of your contraction times." The operator instructed, "Is there anyone in there with you besides your son?"
"No, but Dean can help."
"Put the phone on speaker, this way I can assist both of you."
Mary did that and screamed as she had another pain. She started her breathing exercises as Dean used his new clothes as a pillow for her.
"Dean, my name is Hannah…are you hurt?"
"No, I'm not."
"That's good…how is your mommy, is she bleeding or cut up?" Hannah inquired, trying to access the situation.
"She has a cut along her cheek and it's bleeding," Dean answered, taking off his bandana to wipe the cut. "And she's bleeding on her dress."
"Where?"
"Her private parts…you know, the ones that no one is s'posse to touch."
"Oh, I see." The operator replied, "Listen, Dean, is there a blanket or a jacket or something?"
"My mommy bought us new clothes."
"Good, take some of those and push them up your mommy's dress to stop the blood."
"What?" Dean shouted. "I want my daddy!"
"Dean! Dean!" She yelled, but the little boy kept screaming for his father. Hannah's supervisor, Joan Benson, was now being explained the situation and both women felt the boy should speak with his father.
"Dean, do you know your daddy's phone number?" Hannah asked, instantly calming him down.
"Yeah, I'm really good with numbers…in fact, I'm going to a math camp in July." He cheerfully said. "His name is John Winchester and he's uh, a doctor…his number is 555-3232…got it, 555-3232."
May 2- 2:43 pm
Both operators smiled as Joan dialed the number and it was answered on the second ring, "Car Doctor, this is John, how can I assist you?"
"Is this John Winchester, husband of Mary?"
"Yeah, who's this…what's wrong?" he demanded.
"My name is Joan Benson, I am a 911 supervisor, and we have your wife and son on the line as they are stuck in an elevator at the mall…"
John interrupted her, "Wait, you mean they're still at the mall? I thought they left before the parking structure collapsed!"
"So, you know about that?"
"Yeah, my friend, Troy McMurray, is a police officer and asked for my assistance," John stated. "I'm following him now in my tow truck to the mall. How are they?"
"John, your wife has gone into labor and its going to take time for emergency crews to dig them out," Joan stated. "Your son is the only person who can help your wife now but he's sorta freaked out and we need you to calm him down. I'm going to patch you into him and our operator, Hannah. We don't want to frighten him so he will only hear you and Hannah. Meanwhile, I am going to dispatch Officer McMurray to bring you directly to the scene where your family is…Hannah, I have Dean's dad, John on the line now."
"Dean, your daddy wants to talk to you." Hannah cheerfully replied.
"Daddy!"
"Buddy, how are you?"
"Daddy, I was just in an earthquake, but my new watch isn't broken or anything, but mommy is." Dean replied while wiping her forehead, the same way she does when he's sick.
"Listen John, your son can't hear me but Hannah can…we need him to see if the baby is coming out and he won't look up her dress." Joan stated.
"Dean, you need to see how the baby is doing, so lift up her dress and tell us exactly what you see." John pleaded.
"No, I won't!"
"Dean, we need to see how your brother is doing, so please…" The blonde boy screamed into the phone again, thus, the weary father took extreme measures. "Dean, I'm not asking you…I am ordering you! Son, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
The three adults awkwardly waited for the boy to speak but all could be heard was "yuck" and "ewww". Finally, he took a deep breath and mumbled something incoherent.
"Buddy, whatcha see?"
"Daddy, all I see is blood and gooey liquid. No baby…I think."
Joan muted the line again, "John, that didn't help. What is the name of your OB-GYN?"
"Dr. Elaine Bauer."
"John, he needs to reach in there so we can tell if a head is coming through."
"Dammit, Joan, he's four years old!" John barked.
"I know, but unless you can think of another way, then he's all we have."
"This is ridiculous!" John growled, "Finally, we're here. Troy and I are gonna look at the damage now…hold on."
Joan and Hannah could hear John's heavy breathing as he was running to the scene. Joan decided to get the doctor on the line as well.
"John, Dr. Bauer is on the line and we have concerning news." Joan said.
"John, its Elaine Bauer and I've been updated on the situation and I'm concerned since the baby has been breeched most of the time lately and this could be extremely dangerous if she delivers the baby by herself."
"Dammit!" John yelled, "How much longer is this shit gonna take?!"
The women on the other lines could hear someone speaking to the worried father and Joan muted his line off, "Dr. Bauer, John cannot hear us, but on a scale from one to ten, how bad is this situation?"
"Definitely a ten!" Elaine informed, "I know from her past delivery, her son, Dean, was breeched and we had to do a c-section. Plus, what other injuries does she have from the elevator crashing down?"
"Hannah, ask Dean about the elevator damage." Joan suggested, trying to get the whole picture.
"Dean, what does the elevator look like…is there any holes or anything?"
"Well, there is a hole on the floor, but not big enough for me to go through." He replied. "Do you want me to look down there?"
"No, stay far away from there." Hannah stated, "Do you see any wires or anything unusual?"
"Yeah, there's a wire around that hole and on the smashed ceiling."
"Hey, Dean, how's your mommy doing?" Hannah asked, although she could hear Mary screaming out her labor pains.
"She's screaming and pushing." Dean exclaimed, "Where's my daddy!"
"I'm here, buddy." John said calmly on the line. "How's mommy…she bleeding or anything?"
"I don't think anymore new blood…I'm not sure." He replied, "Why can't ya come in here and look?"
"John, tell Mary to stop pushing." Dr. Bauer instructed, "And ask how far apart are the contractions."
"That's it, Dean!" John exclaimed, "You're a genius!"
"I am?"
"Yeah, buddy!" John shouted, confusing the other women on the line, "You remember how I showed you to send me those videos messages…do you think you can turn the video on and send the footage to me?"
"Yeah, Daddy, I remember, but I don't wanna." Dean pouted, "It's her private parts."
"Please, Dean, do it for me," John begged. "Mary, stop pushing."
"John! Please hurry!" she shouted.
"Honey, how far apart are your contractions?"
"I don't know…they're close. I need to keep pushing!"
"No, Mary, don't push." John instructed, "How's the video coming, buddy."
"Ok, I guess," Dean quietly replied. "Daddy, how much do I hafta film?"
"Send it to me now so I can see how you did." John looked at the incoming message, "Wow, you did it. Dean, good job…I'm proud of ya!"
"John, send me the video." Dr. Bauer said since she's worried about mother and baby. Upon, seeing the video, she heavily sighed. "John, you need to prepare Dean since she's crowning…the baby will be here in minutes. He needs to somehow pull it out and clean him up. Warn him to be extra careful of the neck, head and umbilical cord."
"You gotta kidding me!" John growled, "How in the hell is he going to do all that?"
"John, he's a very bright boy." Hannah calmly stated, "He's definitely the smartest four year old I've ever talked to and I know he can do it."
John took a deep breath, "Dean, your brother is ready to make his appearance so you're gonna hafta be ready."
"But, Daddy, how's the stork gonna get in here?"
"Umm, he can't make it so you're gonna do it by yourself." John paused, "think of how Raphael would do this."
"Hmmm…." Dean pondered, "He would help his mommy, so that's what I'm gonna do too."
"Good boy, I'm very proud of you." The tired father stated, praying for a miracle. "Dean, you remember how you and your friends were messing around last summer with that watermelon on your 'Slip n Slide'? Well, your brother is going to be that heavy and very slippery so you're gonna hafta catch him with a blanket or something."
"He's gonna look and be heavy like a watermelon?"
"Yeah, buddy, he's gonna be heavy like one, but won't look like a watermelon though." John slightly chuckled. "Are you ready?"
"I got Mommy's jacket and your new shirts in my hands."
"Good, now sit in front of mommy's opened legs and get real close to her and the baby."
"Ewwwwwww."
"I know buddy, but you gotta catch the big baby when he comes down that slip n slide and please make sure you be careful of his head and neck." John carefully remarked, speaking in a softer tone. "It's like when you held baby Melissa last week…you gently cradled her, remember."
"Yeah, I remember, but she wasn't in my uh, mommy's private slip n slide." Dean innocently replied as all the adults on the phone line quietly laughed.
Mary began her screaming again, "John! John, I need to push!"
Dr. Bauer instructed. "John, tell her to push once and to keep breathing."
"Honey, push one time, then breathe." John said, relying the message, "And Dean, are you ready to catch?"
"I guess, but I don't wanna."
"I know, but you're the only superhero we have today." John's words made his son smile.
Mary screamed after a push and began her breathing exercises, "I need to push again…get it out of me!"
"John, have your son check to see if the head is out yet." the doctor suggested.
"Dean, can you see the baby coming out?"
"I don't know coz my eyes are closed."
"Dean, you need to open your eyes and look."
"Don't wanna!"
"Dean, look to see if your brother is coming out!" The ex-marine yelled, "And that's a damn order!"
"Yes, Sir." The boy quietly replied, then shrieked, "Oh no…no! Sammy, go back inside mommy til your birthday! You're too early!"
"Dean, do you see his head?"
"Yeah, yeah! N-n-n-nooooo!" Dean screamed as did his mother.
"Dean! Dean!"
TBC…
