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Chapter 19. Trapped. Deans Pov.
Pain radiates from my back to my stomach in a tight band and I can't help but cry out.
"Just breath through it Dean." Bobby says, rubbing my arms that are wrapped tightly around my stomach. "We need to get him to a hospital John!" He snaps, and as the contraction dies away I look up.
"How you doing sport?" Dad asks, lowering himself until he's squatting in front of me. I lean back into the sofa and breathe out.
"That one was worst than the last one." I rub my stomach. "Can we please go to a hospital?" I beg. Dad gently touches my knees and sighs.
"Sam's trying to find the closest one." He looks up at Bobby. "His water broke ten minutes ago; isn't this going a little too fast?" He asks worriedly.
"The last contraction was about seven minutes ago." Bobby states looking at his watch. "I honestly don't know what a normal speed for labor is." He looks up at me. "And by what I've read I'm guessing that Deans been in labor for most of the day without really even knowing it." I open my mouth to reply but I'm cut off.
"Got it!" Sam states as he quickly crutches himself into the room. "The nearest hospital is about twenty five miles away." I sigh in relief.
"Thank God!" There's still hope left to stick to some sort of a plan.
"Let's get you up ok." Bobby says, standing up from the couch and presenting his hands out to me. I grab onto him and he pulls me up. "Everything is going to be fine." He whispers in my ear. "I know that you didn't want to give birth to them this soon but you'll be in a hospital within the next thirty minutes and I'll be with you." He pulls back. "Ok?" I nod my head.
"Do you wanna get into something more comfortable before we go?" Dad asks, looking nervous as hell. I shake my head.
"I'm in dry sweatpants, that's good enough." He nods and takes a hold of my shoulder.
"Well than lets meet those three shall we?" He says with a genuine smile on his face, and I cant help but return it.
I've been waiting for this moment for a while, and even though it's not the most ideal way for them to be born I'm excited. They've been in me for almost nine months and now I'll finally be able to meet what I've grown to love so much.
Bobby walks in front of me and Dad; grabbing the bag from the dining room table before heading towards the door. He turns his head to give me a reassuring smile before opening the front door….well…attempting …to open the front door. He tugs on the door handle a few more times and with each tug my heart plummets deeper into my stomach.
"Bobby?" I ask nervously.
"I don't know…" He trails off, trying to kick the door open to no avail. "Fuck!"
"Dad what's going on?" Sam asks from behind us.
"Sam go and try to open the kitchen door." John orders; letting go of my arms and going to one of the windows to try and open it. "SHIT!" He yells when nothing happens. "SAM?" he asks.
"IT WONT OPEN!" Sam yells in answer from the kitchen and panic hits me; hard.
"Oh my god…" my knees feel weak but before they collapse on me Bobby grabs me.
"Whoa Dean."
"Bobby how are we…oh god…" Another contraction hits me and I grab onto Bobby's shoulders to stabilize me. The contraction lasts for several seconds and all I can do is rock on my feet to try and relieve some of the pain.
"Let's get you sitting back down again." Bobby says when the contraction levels off; wrapping his arms around my shoulder and leading me to the couch. He helps me sit down before turning to John.
"How long was that Bobby?" Dad asks.
"About six minutes."
"Fuck." Dad mumbles.
"Dad what's going on? Why can't we get out?" Dad looks at me with scared eyes and shakes his head.
"I don't know Dean." He sighs. "Try to relax ok; it's not good for you to get all worked up right now."
"Like I can fucking stay calm right now." I snap, rubbing soothing circles into my stomach with an open palm.
"What the fuck is going on?" Sam asks while crutching back into the living area.
"Sam calm down." Bobby orders. "We're trying to figure that out now."
"It's gotta be the demon." Sam says after a few moments of silence. "How could we have been so fucking stupid?" he says while looking directly at me, and I snap.
"Oh I'm sorry that you saw a vision about me dying while having these three at Bobby's; next time I'm pregnant I'll try and be more considerate." I say sarcastically. Hormones be damned; I'm in pain and I'm sick of his shit.
"Well if you would have gone into labor earlier…" he gets cut off by Bobby.
"Sam are you even listening to yourself? Dean doesn't have control of when he goes into labor so stop being an ass." Sam just shakes his head and looks out the window.
"We need to make a plan." Dad says.
"Get an ax and go through one of the walls." I suggest. Everyone is silent for a few moments, then Dad comes towards me and crouches down in front of me.
"We are getting you out of here." Dad says; placing his hands on my knees. "And if we can't then we'll make sure nothing can get to you." I look at him.
"I can't have them here!" I practically cry out in panic, and Dad just shushes me.
"Dean; I promise that your kids will be safe." He looks over at Bobby for a second then back at me. "And Bobby's gonna be with you no matter what…" A crashing noise comes from the upstairs and I start to feel panic.
"Dad?" I ask, and he pats my knees before standing up.
"I'm sure it's nothing." He says, but I can tell that he's just saying that to keep me calm. "I'm gonna go check it out." He walks over to his bag, takes out a gun and a flask of holy water and walks out of the living room.
"Fuck…" I groan, laying my head back against the couch and pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes. I feel the weight in the couch shift and arms are around me.
"Stay calm Dean." Bobby sooths. "You need all the energy you can save right now and panicking is just gonna drain you faster."
"I've never been this scared in my life Bobby." I whisper.
"Neither have I Son; neither have I." he sighs. "But I'll be there with you no matter what to see my grandbabies being born." I'm about to say something when I feel a contraction starting to build up.
"Shhhiiiitttt." I moan as the pain intensifies; leaning forwards while grabbing onto the sides of my rock hard stomach. In all my years of hunting I've never felt pain this bad.
"Breath through it Dean; it'll be over soon." Bobby says, rubbing the side of my stomach with one hand to try and relieve some of the discomfort.
"How long was that?" I breath out when my stomach starts to soften.
"Still six minutes." I breath a small sigh of relief.
"Six minutes?" Sam asks with an unfamiliar tone in his voice. "Isn't this progressing a little too fast?" I can't help but chuckle bitterly.
"Like you give a shit." I say, looking into Sams eyes. He looks down at the floor for a moment before shaking his head slightly.
"I'm gonna go check the salt lines." He states, then turns around and crutches into the kitchen. This is a hunters cabin; there are devil traps at every door and salt lines over every windowsill…he's actually doing something considerate for a change; leaving me the hell alone…thank god…
"How are you feeling Son?" Bobby asks.
"I need to stand up." I answer, feeling the increased strain on my hips. He helps me stand up and I go to slowly pace around the room; Bobby two steps behind me. "Why did I have to have the fucking male carrier gene?" I ask
"Hell if I know son; hell if I know." I'm about to answer when I hear a gun shot go off upstairs and I stop in my tracks. I turn around to look at Bobby; worry for my Dad bedded deeply in my gut.
"Do you want me to see if he's ok?" he asks, clearly sensing my worry. I nod; no matter how much I want Bobby to stay with me through this I need to make sure my Dad's ok. He squeezes my shoulder gently and walks over to his bag to grab his gun. "Try to walk close to things you can grab onto; I don't want you falling if you have another contraction." He takes of his watch and hands it to me. "Keep track of the contractions ok; I'll be back in a couple minutes." I nod and watch his retreating back as he exits the room.
I walk around the room for a few minutes; stopping once when very painful contraction almost brings me to my knees. When the contraction dies away I bring myself down onto the couch, worrying about Bobby and Dad…hell even Sam. It's been about three minutes since Bobby left and no one has come back yet.
"AAHH!" Sam's scream fills the house and my muscles tighten up.
"SAM?" I yell, sitting up straight on the couch. When I don't get an answer I push myself off of the couch and into a standing position.
I hate Sam for everything he's put me through; I mean I fucking raised him!...but that's exactly why I can't help but go to him blindly…I raised him and even though I'm his brother I have this need to make sure he's safe even when I'm in so much pain.
I walk down the hall and towards one of the two bedrooms that are downstairs, but when I'm almost there pain goes through my stomach.
"AHH!" I'm brought to my knees at the unbearable pain, holding onto my stomach with one hand and the other grabbing onto the wall to keep me from falling onto my stomach. I try to control my breathing as it eases off and sigh in relief when it finally dies away. I look at the watch and I feel like crying in panic; it's been about four and a half minutes since the last one…Fuck…
"Sam?" I say loudly, pushing myself up and continuing my search for my asshole baby brother. I enter the dark room and look around quickly. "Sam?" I turn on the light and the sight in front of me makes my breath hitch in my throat.
Sam is pinned to the wall; his eye starting to swell and blood streaming down from a cut on his temple. He look at me with panicked eyes and shakes his head.
"Run Dean!" the door behind me slams shut and I wrap my arms around my stomach protectively.
This is it; I'm gonna die.
"Dean Dean Dean." A man appears on the opposite side of the room; a huge ass grin on his face. "Looking good." He says happily; his eyes turning yellow.
Please don't let my babies die…
DUN DUN DUN! END OF CHAPTER! I know another cliff hanger, but you guys have been reading this story long enough to know that this isn't going to be an easy birth for Dean and that it'll be full of drama.
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