Alright only a few more chapters left! Disclaimer: I don't not on Supernatural

Hannah gripped the sheet underneath her as she bit back a scream. The contraction rippled through her core and she squeezed Dean's hand. Dean sat next to her on the bed, while Sam paced the room holding the laptop in his hands. The contraction passed and Hannah released the death grip on Dean's hand, allowing blood to flow back into his fingers. Kevin stood in the doorway with Cas next to him, neither sure what to do. Hannah took a few deep breaths, and tried to sit up. Dean pulled her into a sitting position while he murmured reminders to breathe and stay calm.

"Sam, you got anything yet?" Dean turned a frustrated glance at his brother. Hannah had gone into labor nearly an hour ago and Sam still didn't have any useful information on delivering a baby.

"I can't find anything helpful, Dean, I'm looking." Sam typed another combination into his search engine.

"Tell Kevin to boil some water." Hannah panted from Dean's shoulder. She tried to relax her tense muscles, but she knew that another contraction just around the corner. Hannah arched into Dean's side as Sam stopped pacing.

"I found something!" Sam almost threw the computer on the bed before kneeling to read the website. "Ok, just keep breathing, the website says that labor can take anywhere from six to sixteen hours." Sam looked up at Hannah as she moaned and hid her face in Dean at the declaration of the possible length of time. Bur she soon moaned in pain as another contraction surged over her body.

"Ok, Dean time how long between contractions." Sam was scanning over more websites while Dean was breathing with Hannah.

"Five and a half minutes." Dean glanced at his watch, every minute dragging by.

"I'm going to call an ambulance." Kevin started to turn, but Hannah's voice stopped him.

"No! You can't, the baby is part angel, they can't . . ." She tried to catch her breath, the contractions were closer together and more painful each time. "We have to do it." She partially finished her sentence, causing Sam to frantically look for more resources. She groaned with the pain that came. Sam looked to Dean for the time, he held up his hand, five minutes.

Sam turned to Kevin and Cas.

"Ok, I need boiled water, the shower curtain, blankets and as many clean towels as you can find."

Dean moved to help, glad to have something to do when Hannah grabbed his hand.

"Don't you dare." Her death glare made Dean think that staying next to her was a good idea. Hannah tried to shift her body to find a comfortable position, Dean was next to her in a moment asking what she needed. She used his shoulder to turn slightly, still unhappy with her position. Frustrated, she tugged at his arm, Dean climbed onto the bed next to her and offered himself as a support. She rested against him, more comfortable then she had been. He held her as the contraction ebed and flowed over her, at the moment doing all they could do, wait.

It had been hours, Hannah was leaning on Dean and he was curled around her, cradling her head, when her out cries changed tones. Sam was up and checked her progress. Sam looked up at Dean and nodded, it was go time. Sam laid some of the towels over the outstretched shower curtain, making a plastic barrier between Hannah and the bed. Dean supported Hannah, whispering encouragement in her ear while Sam tried to keep his lunch down. Hannah felt the baby travel down the birthing canal and a pain like never before permeated her body. Dean held her hand as she grit her. Sam heard a distant alarm, but didn't pay any attention to the sound. Hannah dug her heels into the bed as Sam told her to push. Every fiber of her being was in excruciating pain.

Kevin burst through the door.

"Dean the alarms, ugg!" He stopped as he caught sight of Hannah. He started to back up, feeling sick.

"What about the alarms?" Dean looked over at the prophet.

"They're going off." Kevin looked at Dean, fear in his eyes. The angels were coming. Dean felt his stomach clench and his chest tighten. Not now, they can't come now. He looked down at Hannah, tears were streaming out of her eyes, she was so much pain, she didn't need this. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder urging her to push. Kevin left to find Castiel and to barricade the doors, painting enochian sigils where ever they could.

"I see the head." Sam called from the bottom of the bed. Dean rubbed her arms, telling her it was almost over. "Push Hannah, push."

Hannah pushed with all she had, tears streamed down her face. She pushed, then suddenly the pain lifted and Hannah gasped for breath.

Sam gently caught the baby, lifting her up from the bed and just held her. He looked down at the small child. Her cries filled the bedroom and Hannah pushed herself up to see her baby. Sam was in awe of the little bundle. He grabbed a clean towel and cut the cord. He walked over and placed the baby on Hannah' chest.

"It's a girl." Sam looked over at his brother. Dean was simply staring at the baby, tears started to gather.

Hannah held her child close to her chest, feeling the squirm of her small body on her skin and she knew she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She marveled at her tiny fists balled next to her face. Hannah softly ran her hand down the ash gray wings on her back, proud that her daughter would be a warrior like her father.

Dean couldn't move, all he could do was stare at the tiny angel in front of him. He watched as she yawned, her pink rosebud lips stretched then returned to a slight pout. She snuggled her face into Hannah's warm chest. Dean breath caught in his throat as she turned her dark blue eyes toward him and simply stared at him. He watched his daughter move under her mothers soft strokes.

"Dean, take her." Hannah smiled up at the father of her child, basking in his awe. Panic crossed his face at Hannah's suggestion. He started to stand and move away.

"Dean, it's ok." Hannah tried to sit up and he was by her side, she turned slightly and gently placed the baby in his arms. Dean held the baby close to his body afraid that he would drop her. He felt the soft down feathers of her wings against his hand and felt her nestle against him searching for warmth. He moved beside Hannah on the bed and glanced over at her, making sure that he was doing everything right. Hannah smiled up at him and rested her head against his side. He sank down, very carefully, next to Hannah, and shifted the baby into the crook of his arm and wrapped Hannah in the other.

Sam looked at the trio, and felt himself smile. He was glad that Dean had this, had a family to take care of. He watched the family savor the moment. It was the that he heard the warning bells.

"Uh, Dean." Sam looked over at his brother.

Dean looked up at his brother, a goofy, blissfully happy smile on his lips. Sam hated that his face dropped as he heard the alarms going off in the strategy room.

"Son of a Bitch."