Here we go. Last chapter! Enjoy!
As Dean scooped his daughter off the floor, trying not to think about how heavy she was, he tried to think of what he needed to do. Call Sam, drive to the hospital, and…his eyebrows rose. Apparently that was it.
With the demon's shell collapsed unconscious on the kitchen floor, Dean stood Bridget gingerly on her feet so she could lean against the counter. From his bedroom, Dean fetched his cellphone and his keys so they could begin the journey to the hospital. When he returned to the kitchen, Bridget was breathing heavily and mentally preparing for her next contraction. She wasn't exactly sure how far apart her contractions were but they didn't seem extremely close together yet. Hopefully the baby would wait until she had reached the hospital before being born.
"Once we get into the car, call your uncle," Dean ordered as he guided Bridget from the house. Bridget spared one last glance at the unconscious woman on the kitchen floor.
"What about her?" she asked. Dean barely spared a glance at the limp body.
"Hopefully she'll wake up and leave," he said. "But when you call your uncle, you might want to tell him about her so he can take care of the situation."
Bridget nodded and Dean opened up the passenger door for her. Thankfully the seat was pushed all the way back from when Sam had last sat in it. It made for an easy entry for Bridget and her large belly.
As Dean backed out of the driveway, Bridget opened Dean's cellphone. There was a missed call from Sam from earlier that afternoon, so she hit the call button.
"Finally!" Sam said as he picked up the phone,
"Hi," Bridget said quietly. For a few seconds, there was no reply.
"What's up?" Sam finally said. "I called your father earlier."
"I know," Bridget said. "He was sleeping and now we're on our way to the hospital."
"Is everyone okay?" Sam's voice sounded panic.
"A demon visited us," Bridget informed her uncle, slightly stunned by how calm she sounded. "Dad wanted me to tell you that the woman it was possessing is on our kitchen floor." Bridget could hear a curse from the other end of a phone.
"Was anyone hurt?" Sam asked quickly. His voice sounded distant and there was the sound of movement, like he was trying to find something.
"I was knocked around a bit, which I think forced me into labor. That's why we're going to the hospital." The movement on the other end of the phone stilled.
"You went into labor?" Sam's voice sounded stunned.
"Yep, so once you take care of the woman, you should meet us at the hospital so you can meet your great-niece or nephew," Bridget said before abruptly hanging up the phone. The phone dropped to the floor as another contraction swept over her. This one was stronger than the previous ones.
"How much longer?" she asked in a pained voice. Dean glanced over at her.
"About twenty minutes. Think you'll last that long?" Bridget nodded but tightened her grip on the handle of the door. Dean pressed down on the gas to make the vehicle go faster.
Upon reaching the hospital, Dean parked the Impala in the first spot that he could find. Bridget had barely opened her door before her father was helping her out. The sixteen-year-old waddled toward the hospital entrance, clenching her father's hand. Dean's eyes tightened in pain as her grip strengthened as another contraction hit.
The receptionist was getting to her feet as the father and daughter made their way through the hospital doors. She was already signaling for a wheelchair to be brought over.
"I'm assuming you're in labor?" she asked as Bridget practically collapsed in her chair.
"Bridget Winchester, and I'm two weeks early," she informed the receptionist, who nodded.
"Henry will get you situated in a room while I pull up your information," she said. "And someone will need to fill out some paperwork while you're waiting for a doctor." Bridget gave Dean a pleading glance. Dean sighed and nodded. He would fill out the necessary paperwork.
"Is anyone allowed in the room with her?" he asked as Bridget was taken away.
"One relative is," the receptionist responded. "If you want, I'll direct you to her room once you're done out here. You're Bridget's father?"
Dean nodded absently.
"How long will we be waiting?" he asked. The receptionist shrugged.
"It really depends on the woman," she said. "It can take less than two hours or as long as a few days. It depends on how fast she dilates. How fast were the contractions coming?"
Dean didn't know the answer.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe fifteen to twenty minutes? We weren't really paying attention. Neither of us have really done this before."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow in slight confusion but directed Dean to the next place he needed to sign.
Ten minutes later, Dean was by his daughter's side. Within the hour, Sam had arrived but was forced to wait in the waiting room. In normal circumstances, Dean would be between the two rooms, updating Sam and making sure Bridget was comfortable, but with the demon attack earlier, Dean wasn't about to leave his daughter's side.
Eleven hours later, Dean was looking away as the baby began to crown. He thought his hand was going to be permanently purple, judging by how hard Bridget had squeezed it throughout the eleven hours.
"Nearly there," a nurse encouraged. Bridget groaned and her grip tightened on Dean's hand once again. With some help from the nurses, the baby was pushed out and small cries filled the hospital room. Dean ventured a glance at the infant, only to see it covered in red. He quickly glanced away. Bridget breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the cries.
"Seven pounds, five ounces, and fifteen inches," the nurse announced. "A baby girl. Perfectly healthy for someone who was born two weeks early."
Her announcement made tears start to well up in Bridget's eyes. She had given birth to a perfect baby girl.
Within a few minutes, the sixteen-year-old was sitting up and cradling her baby. Dean finally had the courage to take a second glance. When he did, his heart melted at the sight. A tiny little pink face was scrunched up as if the lights were too bright. Bridget was glancing down at the baby, smiling softly.
As if sensing Dean's gaze on the pair, Bridget looked up.
"Do you want to hold her?" she asked. Throat suddenly tight, Dean nodded and Bridget carefully passed the newborn infant over. Dean cradled the tiny body gently.
"What are you going to name her?" a nurse asked. Bridget thought for a minute. She had picked out one or two baby names for each gender.
"Abigail," she announced. Dean lifted the newly named Abigail up closer to his face.
"Hi Abigail," he whispered, looking down at his first granddaughter. Bridget beamed at the sight of her father holding her daughter. It wasn't a vision she had expected to see for a few years yet but somehow this seemed right. Bridget knew that her father had never expected children, let alone grandchildren. She was glad to give him something he had never even dreamed of.
"Is there any family waiting outside?" a nurse asked, after making sure everything was in order for the next few hours. "I can go fetch them if you would like."
Bridget and Dean nodded in unison. They couldn't let Sam miss out on this.
"His name's Sam Winchester," Dean informed the blonde-haired nurse, not taking his eyes off his little Abigail. "Tall guy. Can't miss him."
The nurse smiled and nodded before leaving Dean and Bridget to celebrate the new addition to the family. She immediately made her way to the waiting room.
"Sam Winchester?" she called out. Sam lurched to his feet, looking nervous. The nurse smiled to reassure him.
"Everything's all right. You can go in now. Room three hundred and two," she said. "I'll be by in a bit to see how everyone is doing." Sam nodded, not quite believing that this had actually happened. Stumbling slightly, he made his way down the hall to the appropriate room number. Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly on the door to announce his presence.
"Come in," he heard Bridget called. She sounded like she normally did, just a little tired. Sam couldn't blame her. It had been a long day.
"Hey," he said, ambling into the room. Dean held up Abigail to show his brother and Sam smiled at the small bundle wrapped in pink blankets.
"Her name's Abigail," Bridget said cheerfully and hiding a yawn behind her hand. "According to the doctors and nurses, she's fifteen inches and seven pounds, five ounces and absolutely healthy."
"Congratulations," Sam said, taking a seat in the chair next to the hospital bed.
"Do you want to hold her?" Bridget asked. Sam nodded. It wasn't everyday that he got to hold his great-niece for the first time. Carefully, Dean passed Abigail over to Sam, who cradled the small bundle in his large arms. The sight of Sam, one of the largest people Bridget knew, holding Abigail was a bit on the amusing side. Abigail's fists waved slightly in the air.
"What do you think?" Bridget asked eagerly, already proud of her newborn daughter. Sam smiled gently.
"She's absolutely precious," he informed his niece, rocking Abigail slightly. The newborn was quickly falling asleep, completely safe and comfortable in her pink blanket and her great-uncle's arms.
"Do you think she's ready for our dysfunctional family?" Bridget asked with a smile. The Winchester brothers traded a look. Sam nodded and Dean grinned widely. Dysfunctional was one way to label the Winchester family. Abigail didn't know what awaited her.
"Abigail Winchester," he chuckled lightly. "Welcome to the world. You'll definitely get a view of it that not many others get."
I really hope everyone enjoyed this. There's a sequel being planned for the near future but I'm trying to finish another story or two first before I start to write it. So...keep an eye out!