Fuck. Fuck. Shit!

Sam ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't just leave Charlie here with Matthew to go to the hospital. He could barley handle the Aswang, let alone the less experienced hunter but...Dean, he was having their child now. He didn't want to miss the birth of their child.

"Sam, please calm down." Charlie tires, stepping around the unconscious creature to get to the panicking man. "Breathe, just relax."

"I can't! Dean...he s having the baby and I'm not there!"

"Then go to him, I'll take care of this."

"I could barley handle this, if it were for you I would be-"

"Relax!" She tells him before he could get himself even more worked up. "We'll figure something out."

The younger Winchester takes deep breathes through his nose and couldn't keep his eyes on one spot for too long.

"Sam, please calm down." Charlie tries, stepping around the unconscious creature to get to the panicking man. "Breath, just relax."

"I can't! Dean, he's having the baby and I'm not there."

"Then go, I'll take care of him."

"I could barley handle him, if it weren't for you, I would be-"

"Calm down." She tells him before he could get himself worked up again. "We'll figure something out."

Sam closes his eyes and tries to think of something, his heart pounding and his throat squeezing tightly. He couldn't just leave it here and on top of that, Matthew's wound needed to be medically treated. He feels hopeless, he's going to miss out on seeing his child being born.

"Sam?" His eyes snap open when he hears his name being called. It wasn't Charlie he heard. The voice was much more deeper and rough, he knew that voice. Sam looks over his shoulder to see a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Cas?" Sam looks at Charlie, who wore the same confused look he had on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you calling for me, you seemed panicked." The angel turns his attention to the Aswang then back to him. "What's wrong? Where's Dean?"

"Dean's in the hospital-"

"-Is the baby alright?" Cas almost interrupts.

"The baby is alright, I need someone to stay here so I can go." He explains, "Dean is having the baby right now and Charlie can't stay here by herself."

"Why is it still alive?" He asks, looking back down to the creature.

"I'll explain it later but can I ask you to do this for me as a favor, please." He almost begs, walking over to him and grasping his shoulder. "Stay here with her and heal him. I have to go now."

"Of course," Cas nods.

Sam doesn't need another word, he pats his friend's shoulder in a way of a 'thank you' and rushes off to the impala. He pulls out his phone to call Margret to tell her, mostly Dean that he's on his way.

The drive back to the hospital wasn't exactly a safe one, he was lucky he didn't get pulled over by how fast he was going. Not to mention the red lights he had ran.

He runs into the lobby and up to the front desk as fast as he can, startling the woman sitting there.

"May I help you?"

"I need rest to know which room my mate is, he's having the baby."

"Name?"

"Sam Winchester."

"Your mate's name, dear." She told him, pulling up the files on her computer.

"Dean Winchester." He replies, slightly flustered. She types a few more moments before looking up to him again.

"He's in a delivery room right now," The nurse gets up from her chair and closes the files on her computer, walking back into the office behind the front desk. Sounds like she's talking to someone from what Sam could hear, she comes back out with another nurse and tells her to watch the desk for her before she turns her attention back to Sam. "Follow me."

Margret and Brian were both waiting outside the delivery room for him with questions about their grandson they knew would have been to wait until later. Sam does tell them that their grandchild was found and that he's still alive before leaving them to be by his brother's side.

Those few hours were the longest hours of his life.

The procedure was an emergency c-section, on top of that, the baby was delivered almost a month too soon. She was small. Really small, premature but to Dean and Sam, she was perfect.

Sam sat by Dean's bed with their daughter in his arms, she had Dean's hair and so far, they haven't seen her eyes. She was so small in his huge arms, so fragile and beautiful. He just met her for the first time and already he loves her so much. Sam turns to Dean and reaches out to rest his hand on his.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" He asks. Dean opens one of his eyes lazily to peer back at him.

"I wanted both of us to pick out a name." Dean turns his head to him and gives him a tired smile. "But I was thinking Mary, after mom."

"Yeah," Sam looks back down to the bundle in his arms. "I think she would like that."

"And what about the Aswang?"

"Cas is handling it, don't worry about it." Sam replies, he probably ought to go talk to Margret and Brian soon.

"And what? We can't just leave him here with them." Dean snaps, trying to sit up.

"And they don't want us to kill their grandson." Sam makes him lay back down. "Dean, relax and rest. You just had a baby."

Dean gives him a glare but stays put on the bed.

"I don't know if there's any way to deal with one of these things, I've never handled one before." Dean let's out a huge sigh, "But if there's no other way, it can't be avoided. We'll have to kill him, Sam."

Sam knows that but he didn't want it to come down to it.

"We'll figure something out." He tells his brother, looking back down to their child and couldn't help but to smile. He was holding her, finally after all these months. Their little girl. "She's really beautiful, Dean."

A small chuckles comes from Dean.

"Yeah but she really has a set of lungs on her, must have gotten that from you. Whiny." Dean teases him half heartedly, only to earn look of annoyance from the other. "...and I love her, like you."

"I...think we should name her after mom," Sam reaches up and runs the pad of his thumb over her brow and smiles. Dean agrees with a nod. "...Margret said that Matthew's father was able to control himself for years." He looks back to Dean, hoping that maybe he was onto something. "There must have been a way for him to do it. We just need to figure it out."

"It's called years of experience." Dean replies, letting his head fall back to his pillow.

"Or maybe there's a spell or something."

"It couldn't hurt to look, I suppose." Dean sounds exhausted and Sam couldn't blame him. He gets up, setting Mary into the crib provided and gives his brother a peck on the lips.

"Get some sleep, Dean. I'll figure something out." While he's doing research, Margret and Brian can keep an eye on him and the baby. He should also call Charlie and check on them but he's sure Cas everything handled on their part.

Sam runs a hand through his hair as he leaves the room, tonight's going to be a long night.