When Lightning Strikes Twice

A/N: so first off, HEY! I'm not dead! And second, I am so sorry! It's been like two months! And I have no reason why this shouldn't have been up ages ago. It was finished when I wrote the last chapter, just not typed up, and I was being lazy. But I am determent to finish this! So just hang in there! Okay?

Chapter 5

'Sammy, it says to 'Connect part B with part A, then, connect part BA to part DH'' Dean said as he read the instructions to Sam for the fifth time.

'Yeah, yeah, Dean.' Said Sam as he struggled to put the crib together. 'You know if you weren't about to drop that kid, you would be doing this not me.'

Dean rubbed his hand over his very pregnant belly.

In the last few weeks Sam and Phoebe had been buying all the things that the babies would need. Mostly all the stuff they had brought were neutral colours (Yellow, white, green, orange) because they didn't know what sex the babies would be. But Phoebe had insisted that they buy some pink and purple things just encase one or both of the twins was a girl. Sam then insisted they buy blue thing encase they were boys. So they ended up with way more stuff then they needed.

'So how does the whole 'giving birth' thing work?' Sam asked, the question had been playing on his mind for a few months now.

Dean blush bright red. That was the first question out of his mouth when he was alone with Cass after he took the pregnancy test. The answer nearly made him pass out.

'I know Phoebe knows' Sam continued, 'Cass told her. So tell me.'

'Yeah... No.' Said Dean and he walked out the door toward the kitchen.

There was no way dean was ever going to tell Sam. Has had esplanade everything in lots of detail. But to but it simple, Dean would have the parts he needed, when he needed them. The major changes happened about a month ago. At first dean had freaked out, but he was fine now, as long as the kid was alright.

Dean was starting to get a little edgy. It was the 17th of august, and phoebe said the babies would be born between the 10th and the 24th. Dean was looking forward to having the baby (his back was killing him). But at the same time he was terrified of giving birth. He kept on having flash backs to the many sex ed classes he has had been in (at every new school it seemed to be the first class he was in). Watching the tapes of women giving birth, the look of pain on their faces, the screams. That's how women handled it and there bodies were built for it. Dean could only wonder how he was going to Handel it.

When Dean reached the kitchen, Phoebe was sitting at the table, tapping a pen on it, and looking like she was thinking really hard about something.

'Hey Pheebs,' said Dean, 'Whatcha thinking about?'

Phoebe jumped a little when dean spoke, she had been so deep in thought she hadn't heard him come in.

'Just stuff, nothing important' she said a little too quickly. Dean knew he was lying, but he diced to let it slide.

Dean took a glass form the cubed and filled it with water. Phoebe was scribbling on a piece of paper and thinking a billon things at once. She looked up when she heard the sound of a glass smashing.

Dean was leaning over the sink; his hand griped so hard onto the edge that his knuckles were white. Phoebe could hear him taking Deeps breaths.

'Dean?' Said Phoebe. 'Are you OK?' she got up and walked over to him.

'No. Not really. I think,' Said Dean, still breathing heavily. 'I Think I'm in Labour'

A/N: Also in the last two months I've been reading a new book Set (I have to do something till October!). Its call "The Mortal Instruments" and I highly recommend you read it if you haven't (it's got vampires and werewolves and daemons and is nothing like twilight.) So that's another reason why I haven't updated in a while.