* Alyssa's POV *
I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill anything in sight. I wanted it to end. I wanted Owen. It's been literally 9 months since Owen left for the Navy. My heart still dropped at remembering that day. It's been 9 months since I told him I was pregnant and guess what? I'm not going to be pregnant for long.
I was in the middle of doing some dishes, waiting for my pizza to be delivered. My best friend Dean was here, drinking a beer on the couch. "Hey bitch!" I heard him call, making me smile and laugh quietly. "Jerk.." I mumbled, setting down the plate in the sink and waddle my way to the door frame. I rested my hand on my belly, rubbing it slowly. "What?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. He turned his head at me and pointed at the TV screen. "Jensen and Jared just fought a demon and you're missing all the action." He complained. I smile but my face quickly contorted into one with pain. I felt like rolling into a ball. I let out a scream and clutched the wall next to me for support. It felt like if my abdomen were a hand, my stomach was making a very tight fist. I automatically knew what it was, because it wasn't the first time but by far the worst. I was having a contraction. "Alyssa? Hey, what's wrong? What's going on?" Dean jumped off the couch with his eyes wide, frantically asking loads of questions. He seemed more worried than I was at that point until I felt a large amount of liquid pool, at the bottom of my feet. The another contraction hit, making me grunt. "Dean. Baby." I moaned as I felt a wave of more pain rush through my body. Dean was panicking, being his first time to help a pregnant woman get to a hospital because she's about to go in labor but there's always a first time for everything. He lead me to the car, practically carrying me. I wanted Owen to be here with me, holding my hand and telling me it was going to be alright but Dean grabbed my hand instead of Owen, squeezing it instead of Owen, telling me that we were going to be at the hospital momentarily that it's going to be okay instead of Owen. I screamed out it turning into a rough growl, closing my eyes shut and clenching my jaw. My breathing started picking up as I felt more pain than ever bringing me back to reality that I was going to have a baby. "Hurry." I gasped, squeezing Dean's hand tightly. I rolled my head to the side, facing Dean. I watched as his panic face turned into a determined look, he clutched the steering wheel tightly, gradually speeding up. He held my hand just as tight as I was, the street lights illuminating Dean's features and I. His eyebrows furrowed and lips sealed shut. I looked down at my bludged stomach, rubbing my free hand over it. Another wave hit making me fling my head back and let out a yelp. "Fuck.." I spat harshly, shutting my eyes tightly. "Dean!" I moaned out of pain. He made a quick glance between me and the road. "Hey, hey we're almost there." He tried reassuring me. "It hurts." I complained tears waking their way to my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I cried out as another wave hit and I started to hyperventilate.
