Hello my darlings. I would like to thank rainystv for the lovely review. And yes, I am an incurable romantic. I blame it on too much Disney as a child (not that I'm complaining, nothing wrong with romance in my mind, especially when writing).

Anyway I hope you like this chapter, and it isn't too graphic, I may have channelled my own feelings at the birth of my son in some parts.Oh well, all's good right?

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Dean got the call at some god earthly time of the morning, he was all for ignoring it, but Castiel prodded him making him pick up the phone. When he heard who was on the other end of the line he woke up instantly.

"Dean, Jess has gone into labour. We've just got to the hospital." Sam voice sounded highly stressed down the phone, as well as sounding very much like he had somewhere better to be. Which thinking about it he probably did. (Definitely.)

"On our way." Dean replied and hung up the phone turning to Cas with twinkling eyes. He was so god damn happy. He was about to become an uncle.

"Jess is in labour." He said excitedly to his husband who just smiled at him fondly before getting out of bed and getting dressed. Castiel knew that Dean would want to be there for his brother and to meet his new niece or nephew, Sam and Jess had wanted to keep the sex a surprise.

And so Dean and Castiel dressed to make their way to the hospital and wait through the hours of labour with bad coffee and Dean constantly pacing asking Cas if he thought it normal for labour to be that long. (Believe me, is sooo is.) Castiel of course had no idea but he reassured Dean that everything was fine every time he asked in a calm voice making his husband come and sit by him, taking his hand and telling him that he was so lucky to have a guy like him as his lifelong partner.

Sam of course were having a less fluffy time of it. In fact he was pretty sure that his wife uttered the words that she was never letting him near her again in-between contractions. (No doubt she has, with venom.) Not that he questioned her on that, it was just the labour talking, or at least he really hoped it was. And so he stood beside her coaching her as best as he could in her breathing ,though that got a lot of not nice things said to him (yeah I'll bet it did honey), and he held her hand. Trying hard to alternate them so they would both be as broken as each other. Balance in all things right? (Yes well, you try having a baby, it's bloody painful. And calm, rant over.)

Jess' world on the other hand had contracted to pain, and preparing for the next round of pain, not that there was much time in-between the bouts pain to do so. Making herself breathe was one of the hardest things she could do right then, she just wanted to grit her teeth and have it done. And when she finally managed to scream for the drugs she was told she was too far gone to have them. What the frigging hell? (You tell 'em girl.)

Then came the pushing and the world became a blur of Sam telling her she was doing great (what did he frigging well know?) and the midwife's smiling face. God she wanted to punch that woman. Seriously, knock her the freak out. How in the hell could she be so freaking cheery when Jess was in this much pain. I mean seriously? Where the hell were the miserable staff? At least they wouldn't sugar coat it with just one more push now. She had given too many to count one more pushes before the head of her child appeared, and then the shoulders and body slipped out and she was given the luxury of a moments respite before the next part of the birth started.

"It a girl." The midwife proclaimed in that moment of peace, and with that Jess found herself with a bloody (physically rather than swearingly) baby placed on her chest. Looking down at the child she wrapped her arms around her instinctually and as such didn't even feel when she pasted the placenta, all she cared about was the bundle of joy in her arms, her daughter's little hands and feet. She had done it. She had had her child. Turning to smile at Sam with such love and joy in her eyes, she found the same emotions reflected in her husband's eyes, along with a look of pride at what she had done. (ahh baby Winchester has arrived. So cute.)

By the time that Dean and Cas saw their new niece and her parents, everything had been cleaned up and the child was wrapped in a yellow cotton blanket that her uncles had brought her for this exact purpose. When they entered the room Dean smiled at Sam and Jess but his eyes were drawn to the sleeping baby in the hospital cot by Jess' bedside. Moving so he was standing over her he gently ran his finger across her little forehead and down her sweet cheek. In that one movement he fell in love, promising that he would do anything for this little girl. He would play with her, guide her music choice, let's be honest Sam's choice was terrible (so don't agree, Jason Manns is awesome) and threaten her boyfriends with arrest if not death, if they so much as looked at her wrong. Yes this was the child he would never have, not that Dean thought of it that way. No to him she was his beautiful little niece whom he would happily give the world.

Castiel on the other hand went and congratulated the parents, giving both Jess and Sam a hug from the both of them. He then talked to them both, but all the time he was watching Dean, and in doing so he saw the love in his husband's eyes. And he realised that while they were happy, Dean didn't have his dream. He had no child to care for. Castiel remembered the conversation he had with Gabriel about adoption, and looking at Dean he felt that maybe he was ready to give him what it was he wanted now. He would give Dean the child he craved, give him his complete happiness. With that decided he turned back to Sam and Jess to ask there daughters name.

"We've called her Mary, after mom." Sam replied with a smile as he put his arm around his wife.

The name made Dean look up at him with acceptance in his eyes. He knew, as Castiel did not, that he had always planned to call his first born daughter Mary. But he had married Cas, and he didn't regret that for a second. But it did mean that he was never going to be a father. As such he was glad that his brother would do what he was not able to do and keep their mothers memory alive for the next generation.

At that Mary Winchester started to wake and cry, Dean didn't hesitate, he scooped the child from her cot and held her close, cooing sweet nothings in her ear as he bounced her. She wasn't the first baby he had held after all, no that had been her father. Once she was calm again he turned to his husband and held her out to him.

Castiel couldn't believe it. Dean wanted him to hold the baby? He had never held a baby, hell he really wasn't a child person, let alone babies. But his husband wanted him too, and if he was planning on adopting one of these he was going to have to get used to it. He couldn't leave Dean to look after their child alone after all, could he?

So with much trepidation he held out his arms. Dean seeing his look of first horror and then uncertainty came close to him to show him how to hold their niece. How to make sure her head was supported, and her body held close to his own so she was comforted by the sound of a heartbeat. Even if Dean was sure Cas' was going 20 to the dozen right then.

And then Castiel had the baby, no Mary, his niece, in his arms. He felt her tiny body close to his and stoked her sweet little head which was dusted with hair, and Castiel Novak, for the second time in his life fell in love. She was beautiful and little and perfect. With that realisation he turned to Dean with the biggest smile in the world on his face. A smile Dean returned, though Dean had no idea what Castiel was truly smiling about.

You see Castiel had just realised that there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to have a child with Dean, his husband. Someone they could share their love with for all eternity.

And Sam watched on, smiling as his brothers (both of them, he dropped the in law some time ago) met his daughter and fell in love with her as he had.

Jess on the other hand had fallen asleep, safe in the knowledge that there was someone in the room who knew how to take care of her child. After all Dean had done a fantastic job with her husband, he would be fine with her daughter too.

(Ahh a Baby.)