Imagine Winchester's

Delivery- Dean

Event: Pregnancy/Baby Alphabet

Title: Delivery

Character: Dean

Warnings:

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He watched her. Oh yeah, she put on an awesome front, but he knew the signs. He knew her all to well.

The way her eye would twitch, the way she'd take a deep breath and try to slowly let it out… His woman was hurting and he was damn near frustrated.

“How's it goin’ over there Darlin’?” Dean asked, flipping a page.

“Peachy… just peac- Ahh!”

Dean slammed the book shut and jump from his seat.

“Y/N!”

She cried out softly, rubbing her baby bump, “De- The baby's com- Chuck on a cupcake!”

“Sam!” Dean knelt down, caressing Y/N’s thighs, “Just breathe, okay? C'mon, ju-”

A splash of warm liquid leaked from between her legs, getting the knees of his jeans wet. Dean looked down, full blown panic set it.

“Sammy! Get your ass down here!”

Sam ran into the war room, gun drawn and ready to fire, “What's going on!?”

“Y/N. Sh- uh, ba-”

Dean’s stuttering was cut off by Y/N’s painful scream. The men flinched as it echoed off the walls.

“Dean, get her bag and I'll start the car,” Sam ordered.

But Dean sat there on his knees, his skin pale as ever.

“Dean!”

He jumped, swallowing as he turned his head towards his younger brother, “Huh?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Get Y/N to the car, man!”

“Oh, uh, right!” Dean stood, his feet sliding in the puddle on the floor.

It was quite the hilarious sight and Y/N would have laughed at any other time, but the immense amount of pressure pushing down in her womb told her that she wouldn't make it.

“No, no!”

Dean held onto the table, “No, no what!?”

“I won't make it,” she panted, trying to breath through the contractions, “I have to push,”

Toeing off her shoes, she reached up, pulling the elastic waistband of her maternity pants over her stomach and hips.

“No! Uh huh! We ain't birthin’ no baby here!” Dean looked ready to pass out.

Sam ran back into the room with a sheet and towels in hand, “Looks like we don't have a choice Dean,”

Y/N had seen Dean face the apocalypse, the Devil himself and go after many other beings that go bump in the night, yet his child being born was what was unraveling him.

“Dean Winchester, you will get your ass down here and help me deliver this baby!” she growled.

The men froze, never hearing you speak in such a tone. Dean was gaping like a fish and he finally such his mouth, his eyes going wide.

“Help her lay down, Dean,” Sam instructed.

He seemed to get his wits about him and carefully helped Y/N stand and get down on the sheet Sam had laid out.

She was panting, working through the contractions as they came closer and closer together.

Dean helped her pull her pants all the way off and he gulped, “What do I do, Y/N?”

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she laid back against Sam who had her propped up, “L-let me know when you s-see the head,”

Dean had his hands propped on her knees, watching intently, waiting.

It seemed like forever of Y/N pushing, screaming and crying, but he could start to see the baby.

“H-holy shit! I see the head!” he stammered.

His eyes were wide with wonder, squeezing her knees for encouragement. Dean's panic from earlier was subsiding, a whole new calm falling over him as the miracle of his baby was being born.

Another push and the shoulders were free. Dean supported the baby, while Y/N took a quick breather, but being the champ that she was, she bore down one more time, fully delivering the slippery human.

A small cry left the baby, making everyone smile.

“Son of a bitch… We did it!” Dean cheered, his bottom lip trembling.

Y/N smiled, a look of pure happiness and exhaustion gracing her features. Sam sniffled, rubbing Y/N’s arms.

Later on that night at the hospital, Dean watched his baby boy through the window at the nursery. He was sleeping soundly, a small smirk upon his full lips.

“I gotta tell ya man,” Sam started, handing Dean a cup of coffee,” I didn't think you'd make it,”

Dean took a sip, “Shut up,”

The brothers chuckled.

“Y/N’s awake, asking for you, by the way. Go see her and I'll keep an eye on little man,”

“Thanks Sammy, for everything,” They hugged briefly, patting each other on the back.

When Dean came into the room, Y/N smiled, “How is he?”

“Sleeping like a baby,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

He rested his forehead on hers, cupping her cheek, “You kicked ass, Sweetheart.”

Slowly he kissed her, pouring his gratitude, his love and his thanks into that one kiss.