A Winchester Family

Finally

3 weeks and a pair of frantic soon-to-be parents later, my water breaks. It's 9:43pm when I felt my first contraction. I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch the blanket that is around my shoulders in sudden pain. "Sam," I breathe out quietly. "Tristan. He's coming. Right now!" I say in between breaths.
Without another word, Sam frantically jumps up from the bed to grab the baby bag we had prepared a couple weeks ago from the closet. He throws the baby bag over his shoulder and runs to me before kneeling down beside the bed. "I'm going to pick you up, get Dean, get to the car, and get you to the hospital, okay sweetheart?" Sam tells me quietly trying to soothe me.
I nod and let go of the blanket. I feel Sam slide his arms under my knees and around my back. I soon feel the comfort of our bed drifting off as he lifts me up in his arms and starts fast walking out the door to Dean's room. I quickly grab onto his shirt in fists as I soon begin to feel another contraction. "Sammy." I moan out in pain.
He leans down and kisses my forehead but not before whispering "I know, baby. I'm so sorry."
I feel Sam stop and shift his weight to one foot while the other connects to Dean's door in a kick. "What the hell?!" Dean screams as his door flies open. "My wife is in labor and you need to drive us to the hospital. I don't care how many laws you have to break. Just get us there quick." Says Sam urgently.
I look over to Dean in his room to see him shoot up from his bed and quickly run past us while putting on his shoes. Sam fast walks behind him to the garage where Dean opens the back door, behind the driver, of the Impala where Sam gently slides himself and me in. Dean takes the baby bag from Sam then closes the door. He gets in the driver's side, throws the baby bag next to him and brings the Impala to life. Sam brings my head to his lap, his left hand in my hair running his fingers through it, and his right hand on my belly rubbing it up and down slowly.
"Oh my god, Sam!" I latch onto his right wrist, squeezing it until my knuckles turn white. "I promise you, this is gunna be okay. I promise you, that within a couple minutes, we'll be holding our son. I promise you, this will be worth it. You just have to be strong for me, and Tristan, right now, sweetie. Then everything else will come easy. I promise." Sam reassures me. I simply nod seeing as how that's the only thing I feel like I can do now.

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Labor for 7 long and excruciating hours followed by an hour more of even more excruciating pushing was well worth it as Tristan James Winchester is finally out and sound asleep in Uncle Dean's arms. "I don't remember Bobby John being this big." Dean whispers and looks up at Sam "But then again, you are his father, gigantor." Sam sends a sneer towards Dean and he looks back at his sleeping wife in the uncomfortable hospital bed.
He smiles wide and begins to run his fingers through her hair. He leans down kissing her temple and leaving his lips there for a moment. He pulls back an inch and whispers, "you did so well today, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. I love you."