A/N: Here is the chapter you've all been waiting for!!! Lol, the little girl is finally born! This is the last chapter, but I am also posting an epilogue.

Also for some people I couldn't write back to:

Jessica: Thank you for your review, I'm glad you like it. There's more to come for this family, keep a look out for it :)

timothy t: Aww thanks that makes me real happy to hear that you like it. Yes Dean will always be overprotective no matter what, even when Sam's old he'll still be that way. I do have a whole lot more planned for all of them. I'm gonna do a couple of one-shots and I am also planning on writting another long story with the kids a little bit older. :)


Chapter Fourteen: It's a Girl!!!

Tristan walked into his parents' room late in the morning only to find that they were still asleep. He frowned at first, but then remembered what his Daddy De had told him. His Daddy needed his sleep now that his sister was coming soon and sometimes he had to sleep in 'cause he would be awake for most of the night. Tristan sighed and just went back to his room to play while he waited for them to wake up.

"Teddy we's hafta wait for bwakefast, now be nice." He waved his finger at his favorite bear. "Daddy's tired 'cause he still cookin' Jewybean." It looked like if the bear was talking and he was listening. "Let's pway till Daddy De wakes up."

Tristan picked up his Teddy and walked over to where his Legos were at. He sat down, placed the bear on his lap, and began playing by himself.

That's how Dean found him when he walked into the room twenty minutes later. He was in his work uniform.

"Morning Peanut." Dean kneeled down next to Tristan.

Tristan stopped playing and got up to hug his father, "Mornin' Daddy De."

Dean stood up bringing Tristan with him, "How long have you been up champ?"

Tristan shrugged, "A while. I's was pwaying with Teddy. We's were waiting for yous to wake up."

His smiled faded, "I'm sorry Peanut, it's just that Daddy had a rough night and I stayed up with him. I'll get breakfast started. You want some Lucky Charms?"

"Okay." He squirmed to be put down.

Dean tightened his hold on his son, "Are you okay baby?"

"Uh huh." He nodded.

Dean wasn't sure if he believed him, but set him down, "'Kay, did you brush your teeth yet?"

"Yea'." He walked over to his toys to pick them up.

"Just come downstairs when you're done." Dean looked worried.

Tristan just nodded and continued picking up his Legos. Dean headed to the kitchen to get Tristan's breakfast ready. He gave a small smile when Sam waddled into the kitchen.

"What are you smiling about?" Sam sat down, he looked really tired.

"You." He stated simply.

"Me?" Sam scrunched his face up.

"Yeah, you're all glowy and then the way you're walking…"

Sam cut him off, "What's wrong with the way I'm walking?"

"It's…It's different. It's not bad, in fact…" He sauntered over to his husband and leaned down so he was able to whisper in his ear. "It kinda turns me on." He licked around the shell of Sam's ear.

Sam closed his eyes, "Mmm…If you keep that up De, I won't let you go to work." He gave him a chaste kiss.

Dean chuckled, "Then I guess we should stop, but we will continue this later tonight." He kissed his brother back.

Sam's smile got bigger when he noticed Tristan walking towards them, "Hey baby boy, good morning."

Dean smiled down at him then went to get his breakfast ready. Sam pulled Tristan into his arms as best as he could with his belly in the way.

"Mornin' Daddy." He leaned up and gave Sam a kiss.

Tristan pulled out of Sam's arms and went to sit in his chair. Dean placed the bowl on the placemat then helped Tristan to his seat.

"Enjoy your Charms kiddo." He ruffled his hair.

Sam studied his son as he ate. He had been surprised when Tristan broke their hug so fast. The kid was usually stuck to him like glue. His actions reminded him of when they first moved into the house.

Dean placed a bowl of chopped fruits in front of Sam, "Eat up Sammy. I'll see you guys later and don't worry about dinner I'll bring us some pizza."

He gave both Sam and Tristan kisses then went to walk out to the car.

"Dean wait!" Sam called out as he slowly made his way towards his husband.

"What's wrong Sammy?" Dean quickly went into worried husband/big brother mode. "Is it the baby?"

Sam shook his head, "Jellybean's fine De, but I'm worried about our other baby. Was he acting like that earlier?"

Dean sighed, "I found him playing with his Legos and he said he had been awake for a while. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. He's barely smiled since we took him to the park the other day."

"We're going to have to sit down and talk to him. Something had to have happened for him to act that way."

"We'll talk to him tonight okay baby." He hugged Sam to calm him down and if he was honest with himself he too needed the comfort. "I gotta go or I'll be late."

"Okay De." He kissed him and let him go.

Sam went back over to the kitchen and ate his breakfast with his son. Tristan didn't talk unless Sam asked him a question and even then he mostly answered with yes or no.

"Hey Peanut you wanna watch one of your movies with me? You can choose which one you want." Sam asked as he washed the dishes.

Tristan got out of his seat, "O-kay."

Sam smiled as he turned to look at him, "What do you want to see?"

He bit his lip while in thought until he figured out what he wanted to watch, "Can we's see Wall-E?"

"Sure baby, go get the DVD while I set up the TV. We'll watch it in my room." He rubbed his back as he followed Tristan upstairs.

Sam turned on the TV and DVD player while he waited for Tristan to bring the movie. His back ached more than it had the previous months. He knew that it was because of the baby weight, but it hadn't been as bad when he had been pregnant with Tristan. Ashley said that he was bigger this time around 'cause he was eating more and the baby was bigger. He smiled, absentmindedly rubbing his belly knowing she was right.

"Daddy is too high. Daddy De put it on top shelf." Tristan broke Sam out of his musings.

"I'll get it Peanut, get comfortable on the bed." He smiled.

Sam popped in the DVD and layed down in bed next to his son. The two enjoyed the movie up until they fell asleep. Sam was still worn out from the night before. Tristan also had some trouble sleeping, but didn't tell his parents.

Two hours later Sam woke up feeling refreshed. The back ache was still there, but bearable. He looked to his right and found Tristan still asleep. The little boy was curled around his bear, thumb stuck in his mouth. Sam smiled as he ran his fingers through his son's hair.

"What's got you so upset Peanut?" He whispered. "I wish you would talk to us, to me. Daddy can make it all better if you open up." He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

Sam got out of bed, heading downstairs to clean up the living room some. Dean would yell at him if he found him doing anything but resting, but he couldn't help it. He had to clean, he couldn't stand to see anything dirty and out of place.

He had just finished with the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Sam put the rag down and stretched.

He smiled when he saw who were at the door, "Hey Stace, Ash."

"Hey Sam, how are ya'?" Stacey hugged him as best as she could.

"About as good as I can be when I feel like I'm about to pop." He grinned.

"Ya' should see how jumpy Dean is. Alex said that everytime the phone rings at the garage he's the first to answer. It's gonna be funny to see the dude react when you're really in labor." Ash chuckled.

Sam led them to the now clean living room, "Oh I have a feeling of how he's going to be."

"Where's TJ?" Ash looked around.

"He's sleeping. We were watching a movie and we fell asleep. I think he didn't get enough sleep last night 'cause he's been out for a long while."

"Oh okay." He wrapped an arm around Stacey's shoulders and placed a hand on her growing belly.

"And how are Mikaila and Chase?" Sam motioned to Stacey's tummy.

"Ashley says they're perfectly healthy. She knows that I've been worried…" She placed her hand over Ash's.

"It's going to be okay this time Stace. Ash loves you, he's not like your ex."

She smiled at Ash and kissed him, "I know. I certainly didn't expect twins. Ashley always said there was only one baby, but then said one hid behind the other."

"It was definitely a surprise for us." Ash looked to his right when he saw a figure moving. "Hey TJ!" He held his arm out for him.

"Unky Ash, Auntie Stacey." Tristan walked up to them gave them hugs.

Stacey ruffled his hair after Ash sat him on his lap, "We heard you were sleepin'. Ya' had trouble sleeping' last night?"

He rubbed his eyes, but nodded, "I's sleep."

Stacey frowned, "Oh uh okay buddy."

Ash looked over at Sam, a question in his eyes. Sam shrugged and shook his head sadly. Even Stacey and Ash noticed the difference in Tristan's attitude. Tristan slipped out of Ash's lap.

"Where ya' goin' TJ?"

"To my room, I's go pway." He ran upstairs.

Ash focused back on Sam, "What's goin' on with my nephew? He's actin' different."

He sighed, "We don't know, Dean and I are hoping to find out later. I have no idea of what could've caused him to start acting that way."

"Has he mentioned anythin' or tried to tell ya'?" Stacey looked worried.

Sam shook his head, "He's just been quiet and withdrawn from us. I mean he'll talk when he needs to, but that's it. When I asked him to watch a movie with me he had to think about it. Peanut has never done that." He teared up.

"That's weird man."

"Yeah." Sam rubbed his belly to calm down his daughter who was sensing his emotions.

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"Honey I'm home!" Dean grinned as he closed the door behind him with his foot.

He dropped off the pizza box in the kitchen then headed upstairs when he found the living room empty.

Sam waddled out of their room, "Hey baby, how was work?" He leaned and kissed Dean.

Dean reached out and rubbed Sam's belly, "It was okay, I didn't have much to do much. How was your day? Anything new with Peanut?"

"My day was alright, Tris and I watched a movie and took a nap. Stacey and Ash came over earlier." He scratched the back of his neck. "Peanut's been quiet. He barely talked to Ash and Stacey. He's mostly been in his room…Dean I'm worried about him, something's wrong." He took a deep breath.

Dean wrapped his arms around him, "It'll be okay Sammy, we'll find out what's bothering him." He thumbed away the tears that had run down Sam's cheeks. "I brought dinner, go start eating and I'll get Peanut."

Dean found Tristan drawing at his table. Tristan noticed and gave his father a small smile.

"Hey Peanut, how's my little guy?" He ruffled his hair.

"I's okay." He went back to drawing.

Dean was sad that he didn't get his usual hug, "I brought yummy pizza for us to eat. Let's go wash up so we can join Daddy." He held out his hand.

Tristan put his marker down and took Dean's hand. He lifted him into his arms and hugged him tight. Together they went to the bathroom.

"What movie did ya' watch?" He set Tristan on the counter and both washed their hands.

"Wall-E. I's didn't sees all of it, I's sleep." He took the towel Dean handed him.

Dean chuckled, "I don't think your Daddy saw the whole thing either. He said he fell asleep too."

Sam had already set their plates on the table. He was enjoying his slice with bananas as a topping.

"Hey guys come and get it before it gets cold." He smiled at the two of them.

Dean helped Tristan get on his seat, "I brought your favorite, extra cheese."

"Yummy." He smiled, but said nothing else.

"That's right kiddo." Dean sat down and ate his slice. "Hey Sammy is there anything else we need to get for the nursery? More diapers, wipes, bottles, or do we got everythin'?"

Sam took a bite of his pizza and thought about it, "Uh…I don't think we need…Oh the rocking chair. We need it for Jellybean's room."

"Okay I'll move it from Peanut's room tomorrow."

Tristan tensed when he heard his parents say they were taking his rocking chair and putting it in his sister's room. In true Winchester fashion he didn't say anything, but he was upset that they were taking something that was his, something he always had.

"You don't mind that we're moving the chair right baby?" Sam rubbed Tristan's arm.

The little boy shook his head, "I's full." He pushed his plate away.

"Are ya' sure Peanut? You only ate half." Sam looked worriedly at him. "Is your tummy hurting?"

"No. Can I's go to my room?"

"Yeah champ go on up. We'll check on you when we're done here." Dean helped him off his seat.

The brothers watched their son walk slowly up the stairs. They could tell he was upset by the way his shoulders were hunched and his head was bowed.

"Sammy finish your dinner and after we'll talk to him." Dean placed Tristan's plate in the microwave. "He's going to be hungry later…I don't think he wants us to take the rocking chair out of his room.

"Dean I don't want anymore, I'm too worried about him."

"You gotta eat baby, just finish that slice. Please Sammy." Dean insisted.

"O-kay, but only 'cause the baby needs it."

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"This my chair." Tristan sat on his chair and hugged his bear. A tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it away. "I no wan' Jewybean to have it."

Sam and Dean found him still rocking on his chair when they walked into his room. The guys shared worried glances.

Dean kneeled down in front of him, "Peanut Daddy and I want to have a talk with you."

"Was I's a bad boy?" Tristan's lower lip trembled.

Sam stepped forward, "No baby, you haven't been bad. We just want to talk to you."

"O-okie." He got out of the rocking chair and followed his parents to their room.

Dean sat Tristan on the bed in between them. The little boy looked down at his hands, the silence was awkward.

Sam cleared his throat, "Baby are you okay? Is something bothering you?" He rubbed his son's back.

Tristan shook his head, "I's okays." He muttered. He still looked at his hands.

"No Peanut you're not." Dean placed his fingers under Tristan's chin and had him finally look at him. "Champ we can tell you're upset, please talk to us. We can't make it better if you don't."

Tears filled the little boy's eyes till they spilled over, "Yous no love me no more!" He broke down. "Y-yous o-onwy…love J-Jewybean."

The brothers looked at each other, their hearts breaking at hearing what their son thought. They couldn't think of what they had done that Tristan would think they didn't love him. They've always explained to him about the small changes that were going to happen after Jellybean was born.

Dean pulled Tristan into his arms, "Kiddo that's not true. Of course we love you, we've never stopped and never will. Just because we're having another baby doesn't mean that we're just gonna forget about you. We love both of you the same." He hid his face in the golden locks.

Sam sniffled, "B-baby where did you get that we don't love you?" He grabbed one of his hands.

Tristan looked at him sadly, "A-at the p-park Biwy says th-that yous not goin' to love me no more cause of Jewybean...He says that n-nobody wikes t-the big bro-brother, they onwy wike the b-baby." He wiped his nose with his sleeve.

Sam shook his head, "Peanut don't believe that boy, he's just trying to mess with you. He's probably jealous that you're getting a little sister and wants to make you feel bad. You know we love you right?"

Tristan thought about what both of his fathers had told him and finally nodded, "Yous love me AND Jewybean?"

Sam and Dean smiled, "We love BOTH of you."

"Yous pwomise?"

"Yes we promise." Dean chuckled.

"You're always going to be our little Peanut even when you're big and tall." Sam smiled.

The little boy giggled, "Okay." He became serious again. "Daddies I's loves my chair, I no wanna lose it."

"You're not going to lose it Peanut." Dean reassured. "We just need to move it to Jellybean's room so we're able to feed her and rock her to sleep like Daddy did when you were born."

"But is mines." He pouted.

Sam took him from Dean, "Baby you're going to have to learn to share your stuff with your sister. The chair is both of yours, you'll still be able to sit on it and we'll rock you to sleep there too. That's not going to stop just because it's going to be in your sister's room."

Tristan took this on board and nodded, "Oh okie."

"Good boy." Sam ruffled his hair.

"Is there anything else that you wanna talk about?" Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders, but focused on Tristan.

The little boy shook his head, "I's okay now." His tummy chose that moment to rumble.

Sam and Dean laughed, "Someone's still hungry."

He blushed, "Uh huh."

"C'mon let's go downstairs and I'll heat up the rest of your pizza." Dean got out of bed and placed Tristan on the floor.

Tristan finished his dinner while Dean prepared Sam a chocolate sundae with sliced pickles. This time around the little boy was more talkative; everything that Billy had said already was forgotten. For the first time in a couple of days the guys could breathe easier knowing their son was okay.

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"Granpa why no Imp?" He pouted as he looked at Bobby after they had hugged.

Bobby adjusted him on his hip, "Imp is a little sick TJ, she couldn't make the trip with me. She's stayin' with a buddy of mine. You'll see her next time, she's even bigger now."

"Oh…I's miss her."

"She misses you too Peanut."

The two of them joined Sam and Dean in the living room. Sam trying to relax on the recliner, but couldn't find a comfortable position. Dean hovered above him as usual.

"Hey boys, how are ya'?" Bobby greeted. He sat down on the couch with Tristan on his lap.

"We're good, just waiting any day now for Jellybean to come out."

"Yeah, I love her with all my heart, but she needs to come out. I feel like I'm gonna pop." He curled sideways as best he could on the recliner. Dean took the pillow and placed it under his belly.

"Baby why don't you go lay down in our room. I think you'll be more comfortable there." Dean rubbed Sam's side.

"I won't be comfortable there either. If I lay on my back I can't breathe 'cause the baby squishes me. I can only lay on my side and that's when I put a pillow under my belly." He groaned. "Ugh." He moved to stand up.

"Hey where're ya' goin'?" Dean was ready to help him.

"To the bathroom. Again. Jellybean keeps bouncing on my bladder."

Bobby and Dean chuckled, "That nap didn't last long."

"Not funny. She'll fall asleep again." He went straight to the bathroom.

Tristan looked at his father and grandfather wide eyed, "Daddy okay? Jewybean hurt him?"

Bobby hugged him, "Your Daddy's fine, your sister's just moving around a lot in his tummy and sometimes she jumps on his bladder. I guess she wants to let Daddy know she's awake."

"I's tell Jewybean not to jump Daddy."

"Yeah you tell her that." Dean smirked.

Tristan smiled, "Jewybean wisten to me."

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Early the next morning Sam was awakened by a swift kick to his kidney. He groaned, rubbing his belly as he sat up.

"And good morning to you too Jellybean." He winced at the next kick. "Damn baby girl you're getting stronger."

He rolled out of bed, stretched and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Today he had that same weird feeling he had, had four years ago. At first he ignored it, but then decided to check. His eyes went wide when he felt the opening.

"We're finally gonna meet you Jellybean. I wonder how long it'll take this time. I better call your Daddy to tell him, but I'll do that later." He rubbed his belly soothingly. "I can't wait to see ya' sweetheart. You're going to be so loved, there're a lot of people that want to meet you." He smiled.

He carefully went downstairs and joined Bobby and Tristan for breakfast. He went up to Tristan and kissed the top of his head.

"Morning guys." Sam sat down next to his son.

"Mornin' Sam, how're ya' feelin'?" Bobby placed a bowl of porridge in front of Sam.

"I'm alright…Jellybean's comin' soon, the opening appeared."

"Did ya' call your brother or Ashley?"

Sam shook his head, "No, not yet. I just found it now. It'll be a while before anything happens…"

"I think ya' should call Dean and tell him at least." Bobby insisted.

"I know, but he's at work and I don't want to worry him. You know how he is Bobby."

He chuckled, "Of course I know boy, but still call him."

Sam sighed, "I'll do it after breakfast. I feel nervous again." He gave a faint smile.

"I bet. Maybe she'll come out faster than this little guy." He smiled at his grandson.

"I'm not looking forward to the pain again."

"Daddy hurt?" Tristan tugged on Sam's sleeve.

Sam smiled at him, "Only for a little while baby."

"But I no want Daddy to hurt." He teared up.

Sam placed him on his lap, "It's okay Peanut, the pain is normal and it doesn't last long. It's all part of having a baby."

"O-okie." He wrapped his arms around his father's neck.

He rubbed his back to soothe him, "You're gonna be a big brother within the next two days. Are you excited?"

The little boy's eyes lit up, "Uh huh! I's wanna see her."

"You will, but remember you're staying here with Grandpa until we call and say that she's here."

"I's know, but why can'ts I's go?"

"Cause it takes hours and lot's of waiting, you'll be more comfortable here."

"We'll watch movies and I'll make your favorite pancakes

"Can we's have hot dogs and chips for bwakefast? Pweeeeeaaaassseee." Tristan gave the puppy eyes.

Bobby held his hands up, "Okay okay, but it will only be a one time deal. Now quit it with the eyes."

"Yay!" He clapped.

Sam chuckled, "He definitely got them from me and he certainly knows how to use them."

"What'd ya' do boy? Train him? Whenever he uses them it reminds me of you when you were little. You still use them too."

He smirked, "I didn't have to teach him, they come naturally."

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Dean had just finished talking to Sam when Alex walked up to him.

"Hey Dean why so pale?" He looked concerned.

He put the phone back on the hook, "Sammy just called to tell me that the opening appeared. Jellybean's comin' soon." He carded his fingers through his hair.

"Well what are ya' still doin' here, go home."

"I want to, but Sammy told me to stay here 'cause it'll be a while before anything happens."

"How long can it take?"

"The book says up to two days…I got a car to work on so that will hopefully keep me distracted." Dean gave a faint smile.

Alex smirked, "I wonder how long it'll last. Knowin' you it'll be thirty minutes before you start cursin' at the car."

Dean flicked him off and chuckled as he walked away and went back to work. He knew Alex was right. The only consolation for him was that Bobby was at home watching over his brother and son. He knew that Bobby wouldn't hesitate to call him if anything were to happen.

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Sam lowered himself onto the rocking chair. His back felt like it was on fire. He wished Dean was there so he could massage some of the pain away. Tristan was down for his nap and now all he could think of was the impending birth of his daughter.

"You need anythin' son?" Bobby broke him out of his thoughts.

"No I'm fine, thanks Bobby." He smiled and kept rocking.

"Ya' sure? You don't want me to prepare ya' anythin' or get ya' a pillow?"

"Nah, I just wanna sit here for a while, then I'm gonna go lay down."

"'Kay just call me if ya' need anythin'." Bobby clapped Sam on the shoulder.

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"Sammy what are you doing?!" Dean walked into his house to find his husband cleaning.

Sam was startled, "Wha…! Dean ya' scared the crap out of me!" He had a hand on his chest.

"I asked you a question Sam." Dean glared at him.

Sam narrowed his eyes, "I'm cleaning, what does it look like? I've slept a big part of the day and I needed to do something."

"But cleaning? You're supposed to be relaxing." He walked up to Sam and kissed him.

"But the living room was really dirty and it was bothering me. I had to clean it." He pouted.

Dean wrapped his arms around him, "Okay, but now I'm home and you're done. Anythin' new that I should know about?"

He shook his head, "Everything's been the same. My back is extra sore, my feet are throbbing, and I'm peeing every five minutes. Jellybean's been moving a lot today." He rubbed the side of his belly.

"I think I can help with your back and feet." He placed his hand over Sam's and grinned.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He relaxed in Dean's hold.

The next morning Dean woke up to wet sheets. He frowned as he looked over at his sleeping brother. He thought Sam had, had an accident in the middle of the night. He sat up which in turn woke Sam, whom stiffened.

"Dean…"

"It's okay Sammy, I know the baby is practically laying on your bladder and it…"

Sam cut him off, "Dean I…I didn't pee myself."

Realization showed in Dean's eyes, "Y-your water broke."

Sam nodded, he sat up slowly, "We gotta call Ashley and I need to change into something dry."

Dean jumped out of bed and grabbed his phone of the night stand. After he finished with the phone, he ran over to the dresser to get Sam a pair of sweatpants and boxers.

"You're not in any pain right now? No contractions? Do you need anything?" He asked as he helped Sam out of his wet boxers and into the dry clothing.

Sam placed his hands on his brother's face, "De take a couple of deep breaths and try to calm down. You're running around like a chicken with its head cut off."

"But Sammy…"

"Yes I'm in labor and the contractions are going to start soon, but Jellybean won't arrive for another few hours."

Dean nodded, "O-okay. I should go tell Bobby what's going on and then we'll head to the hospital." He planted a kiss on Sam's lips and walked out of the room.

Sam shook his head and rubbed his belly, "Your Daddy is going to break something the way he's going."

"Sammy where'd ya' put the duffel?!" Dean called out from the nursery.

He rolled his eyes and groaned, "I'm gonna strangle him." He got out of bed and waddled to the nursery. "You don't have to yell, you're gonna wake Peanut." He glared. "And the bag is in the closet on the left."

Dean looked where Sam told him and got the duffel, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay, Peanut's not a light sleeper." He turned to walk out, but stopped and grabbed his belly. "Ohh I'm so not looking forward to the pain."

Dean dropped the duffel and rushed over to Sam, "You okay baby?" He wrapped an arm around Sam's waist.

Sam blew out a breath, "Yeah I'm okay. It'll be a while before the next one, these are just getting started. At least they're not strong."

"Okay we'll just go now." He began to lead Sam out of the room once he grabbed the duffel bag.

"I need to make a pit stop before we leave, she's on my bladder."

Bobby walked them to the door and gave them each a hug. Tristan was still asleep, Dean's yelling had not affected him whatsoever.

"Ya' boys call me with updates. You have the camera right?"

Dean nodded, "I put it in the duffel last week so we wouldn't forget it."

Sam flinched, "De let's go." He rubbed his belly.

Dean rubbed Sam's back, "Okay Sammy."

Doctor Ashley was already waiting for the guys when they arrived at the hospital. Sam had, had another contraction on the way. Dean held Sam's hand as he breathed through it.

Ashley had her hands on her hips, "Let me guess, the opening appeared yesterday and you didn't call to tell me."

Sam blushed, "Y-yeah, but I felt fine yesterday. Well actually I had that weird feeling all day, but it wasn't bothering me."

"It didn't stop you from cleaning though." Dean added.

"He did that last time too, Stacey always had to stop him or just help him."

"Can we stop talking about my cleaning and go inside already, I wanna lay down." Sam complained.

"Yeah let's get ya' inside." She led them to where a nurse waited with a wheelchair for Sam.

They waited for Sam's contraction to be over so they could wheel him to his room. Dean managed to convince the nurse to let him push Sam.

"Dean I'm gonna curse you out so bad this time and it's going to be double."

Dean's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, "Why? What did I do?"

"You did this to me." Sam rubbed his belly and flinched.

"Okay true." He gently squeezed Sam's shoulders.

Ashley and the nurse chuckled as they led the guys to the room. Ashley explained to them what was going to happen and handed Sam a hospital gown.

"We'll leave ya' to change and be back in a few minutes." The two women walked out.

Dean helped Sam out of his pajamas and into the gown, then helped him to the bed. He carded his fingers through Sam's hair.

"You comfortable Sammy?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"You know you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want."

"Oh I intend to De." He smirked.

"Why am I suddenly scared of that look."

"You'll see as it all progresses."

Ashley knocked on the door as she walked in, "I'm gonna check how far along ya' are while Bree hooks you and the baby to the monitors. Are ya' gonna have an epidural this time?"

Sam groaned uncomfortably when Ashley checked him, "No I don't want it, I want it to be just like last time. Well other than being alone."

She nodded as she straightened up and disposed of her gloves, "Okay Sam you've only dilated one centimeter so you guys have a long wait ahead of ya'. We'll be comin' back once in a while to check your progress."

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"Granpa when Jewybean comin'?" Tristan looked up at Bobby from where he sat on the floor with his action figures.

Bobby put down the newspaper he was reading, "Your Daddies left four hours ago, the last time I was on the phone with Dean he said Sam still had a couple of centimeters to go. Remember that he needs to get to ten."

"This takes forevers." He sighed.

Bobby chuckled, "Yea it does. You took a long time comin' out too and it was in the middle of the night. I remember drivin' straight through so I could finally see ya'. I didn't get to right away though. You and your Daddy were sleepin' when I arrived." He thought back to when he finally got to meet his grandson and smiled. "You were wide awake when I finally did. Sam was about to feed ya'. You were so small, we were all afraid that we were goin' to drop or hurt ya'."

"Is Jewybean gon' be small?" He moved over to sit next to his grandfather, toys forgotten as he listened to the story of when he was born.

"Yup, but I think she's gonna be a little bigger than you were."

"Why?"

"'Cause your Daddy's tummy was bigger this time and I think his Doctor said the baby was bigger too."

"Oh okie." Tristan seemed satisfied with the answer and went back to play.

-SDSDSDSDSDSD-

"Dean you're never coming near me with that pole ever again!" Sam panted his way through another contraction.

Dean held his brother's hand and rubbed his rock hard belly. Every insult his brother threw his way he didn't respond back. He knew Sam didn't mean it, he was just in pain. Everytime the contraction would end Sam would look at Dean apologetically.

"It's okay Sammy just keep breathing in and out. Ya' only got a little bit to go." He hated when his younger brother was in pain. This time he couldn't do anything to stop it. "Are you sure you don't want the epidural?"

"Ow…This hurts…but…but I don't want it." He relaxed back against the pillows once it was over.

"But that can take away the pain for ya' Sammy."

Sam squeezed Dean's hand softly, "Baby I know you don't like it when I'm in pain, but I don't like the epidural. I read some stuff about it and I can go without the medicine."

"Okay Sammy." He sat down next Sam on the bed.

"You feeling any sympathy pains yet?" He smiled.

Dean chuckled, "I think the pain in my hand is canceling out any others that I might have. Last time it sucked, knowin' somethin' was going on with you, but not knowin' what it was."

"You had stomach cramps?"

"Yeah they were small, that's why I kinda found it odd when Bobby said you fell."

"Oh, I guess since you're here now and know…" He closed his eyes and squeezed Dean's hand tighter.

Dean waited till Sam was good again, "I'm gonna go get Ashley so she can check on ya'." He leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. "You'll be okay while I'm gone?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah we'll be fine, but hurry back."

Dean went to look for the doctor, his brother's contractions were coming faster now. He told Ashley when he found her, she followed him to the room.

Sam was laying on his side, rubbing his belly. His eyes were shut tight as he blew deep breaths.

"Hey Sam I'm goin' to see how far along ya' are, okay sweetie." She rubbed his arm as his contraction passed.

"Th-that was a…strong one." Sam's eyes were watery when he opened them.

Dean reached over and grabbed his husband's hand and squeezed it, "You should be close by now baby.

"Let's check." Ashley moved the blanket out of the way.

Sam focused on Dean while Ashley did her check. Dean caressed his face.

"You're doing so good Sammy."

Ashley looked up at the two of them, "Okay Sam you have three more centimeters to go, so you're almost ready."

Sam nodded, but then tensed. He turned to his side and curled up. Dean rubbed his back and talked him through it. Ashley told him that she would be back in an hour to check on Sam again. Dean nodded, not really listening. His main focus was on his husband.

"Ya' need anything baby? They left ya' some ice-chips here if you want any." He kept with his ministrations.

Sam shook his head and looked back at Dean, "Hold me? I just want you to hold me, please."

"Okay baby, anything you want." He toed off his shoes and carefully got in behind Sam, careful of all the machines he was connected to. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

"Thanks De, love you." He settled against Dean's chest.

Dean kissed the back of his head, "Love you too Sammy. You okay?"

Sam nodded, "Just waiting for the next contraction."

Dean rubbed his belly, it felt hard. He focused on distracting his brother and talking him through the contractions. It was the only thing he could do to help his Sammy. Sam felt a little better in Dean's arms. The contractions still hurt, but being held in his big brother's arms calmed him down.

"Bobby said that Ash and Stacey want to head over here, but he told them not to."

"Mhmm…" He was tired and in pain. "I want her out already."

"Soon baby boy." Dean kept comforting him.

-SDSDSDSDSDSD-

An hour later Ashley walked into the room to an extremely pain-filled Sam. She rushed over to him when she noticed him pushing. Dean helped Sam sit up a little.

"Sam what…"

"I gotta…push." Sam's face was red.

Ashley moved the blanket out of the way, "Okay I don't see anything yet, but I can feel the head. Let me get some nurses and I'll be back. Try not to push." She rushed out of the room.

"Like hell…I'm not pushing…" He bore down again when he felt another contraction.

"Sammy!" Dean was wide-eyed. "Stop pushing, Ashley'll be back soon."

Sam screamed out in pain, "I can't!" He was beginning to feel the burning sensation. "D-de check…the b-baby." Tears ran down his cheek.

Dean quickly moved from Sam's side and peered between his legs, "Shit, I can see the head!"

"De it h-hurts." Sam cried out.

"Ashley get in here! Okay baby just push, the head is almost out." Dean moved out of the way as Ashley and two nurses ran in. He went back to holding Sam's hand and rubbing his belly.

"Damn Sam you're almost done. The head's out, I just need a couple more pushes from ya' and you're done."

Sam gave two more pushes, then fell back on the bed, "I…I can't. It hurts. G-get her out…"

Dean placed a hand on Sam's face, "Baby she's almost out." He looked at Ashley who nodded. "See. Now just keep pushing and our little girl will be out. Please." He wiped the tears from Sam's cheeks.

Another contraction wracked through his body and Sam pushed. He tried to hold in a scream that wanted to force its way out. He sighed with relief when he finally felt the screaming little body leave him.

"This one has a set of lungs on her." Ashley smiled. "C'mere and cut the cord Dean."

A speechless Dean took the scissors from her. He cut the cord and looked at his baby girl. A nurse took the baby and went to clean and check her vitals. Dean leaned down and kissed Sam.

"You did it again Sammy. I love you so damn much." He smiled.

Sam smiled back tiredly, "Love you too De. Where's the baby?"

"She's right here boys." The nurse handed Sam the pink little bundle. "She weighs eight pounds exact and is seventeen inches long."

"She's so beautiful." Sam whispered as he looked at his daughter.

"She definitely is." Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and their baby. He placed a kiss on his lips. The two of them had happy tears rolling down their cheeks.

Sam smiled up at Dean, "Here, your turn to hold her."

Dean carefully took the little girl from his husband, "She looks like you Sammy. Dark hair, pouty mouth, and I know she has those puppy eyes of yours." He chuckled.

"We'll see." Sam laughed.

"So what are ya' boys namin' this little cutie?" Ashley broke them out of their private bubble.

Dean looked over at her, "Adrianna Mary Winchester."

"That's beautiful guys. You have another little heartbreaker there." She smiled.

"She's not dating till she's fifty." Dean frowned.

Sam shook his head, "So Jellybean has till she's fifty and Peanut is till he's thirty. That's not fair."

"Neither of them are dating till they're fifty." He corrected. "Now no more talk of this dating nonsense." Adrianna was awake in his arms.

Ashley grinned, "I'll go get her a bottle." She walked out of the room.

"You're going to sleep after she's done feeding, I know that you're tired and sore. I'm going to make some calls. I'll tell them to start visiting tomorrow, it's already pretty late."

"Just call Bobby so only he and Peanut know, then tomorrow we can call everyone else. I want Bobby and Tris to see her first." He shifted his sore body to a more comfortable position.

Dean carefully sat down next to Sam, "'Kay."

After Sam fed their daughter for the first time he fell asleep as soon as Dean took Adrianna from his arms. A nurse had brought in a clear bassinet for the baby girl. Dean burped her and rocked her to sleep in his arms.

"Hey there sweetheart, I'm your Daddy De. I finally got to meet ya'. I love you so much already baby girl. Wait till you meet your big brother, he's been so anxious to see you. So has your Grandpa Bob. You'll get to see them tomorrow morning. I'm gonna let you get some sleep now, you have a long day ahead of ya'." He kissed the top of her head and tucked her into her bassinet. "Sweet dreams Adrianna."

Dean watched over his brother and daughter until he fell asleep on the recliner in the room.

-SDSDSDSDSDSD-

Early the next morning Bobby and Tristan walked into Sam's room with balloons and Jellybean's stuffed fairy. Tristan ran towards the bed where Sam was resting against pillows, holding a wide awake Adrianna.

Dean picked him up and settled him next to Sam after giving him a big hug, "Hey Peanut, this is your sister Adrianna."

Tristan looked at his sister, "Hi Jewybean." He gently ran a finger down her cheek. Everyone watched him interact with the baby.

"So what do you think of her baby?" Sam wrapped an arm around him.

He kept looking at his sister and frowned, "Jewybean red."

All three men laughed at Tristan's opinion of his sister. Dean ruffled his hair and placed him on his lap as he sat down on the bed.

"Peanut all babies look red when they come out of the tummy. Daddy says that you were red too. The redness will go away soon." Dean assured.

"Oh okie. I's a big brother." He grinned.

"Yes ya' are little guy and now is my turn to hold my granddaughter." Bobby held his arms out.

Sam handed Adrianna to her grandfather and smiled at the way Bobby's eyes got watery as he took in the sight of her. Bobby introduced himself and rocked the little girl.

"You look so much like your younger Daddy. I won't be able to escape from all the puppy eyes." Bobby chuckled.

Dean, Sam, and Tristan watched him from the bed. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and Tristan and held them close. Everyone he loved was all together in the room. He got to be a part of something he hadn't been able to in the past.

"We finally got everything we wanted Sammy."

Sam smiled up at him and gave him a kiss, "I know. It's about time that we did." He relaxed into Dean's hold.

"Daddy are yous gonna have anotha baby?" Tristan asked innocently.

Sam sputtered, "I...I d-don't know baby…"

Dean laughed, "Maybe in the future champ when your sister's older." He kissed the top of his head.

Sam ruffled his hair, "Yeah maybe…"

The End…