DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

18. The First and Last • Sad

Synopsis ; in which Dean wasn't there to be with her.

Contains ; mentions of death, character's death, mentions and description of giving birth, cursing.

Third Person's.

     Pain.

   Raw and intense pain travel through her sweat-covered and shaking body. With her legs bent and wide opened, she glanced around the medical room, searching for her husband's face and whimpered as another contraction hit her. Y/N felt the sweat on her temples, eyes screwed shut as the pain continue to swallow her body.

  “Doc, that’s a 10 second contraction.”

  “Prepare the materials, now.”

     Y/N tried to practice her breathing, her shaking hands gripping the edge of the operating table she's at, whimpering softly. When she grunted as the pain waves over her intently, the doctor looked at her and hurriedly  put on her gloves before glancing between her patient's legs. “Okay, we're ready.”

       The nurses quickly got on their own positions with their needed materials. The doctor calmly talked to Y/N, caressing her naked knee as she gasped in pain and nervousness. “Alright, Mrs. Winchester, I'm gonna count to three and you're gonna push with all your might. After that, you'll be able to hold your precious baby.”

     “B-but my, my husband, he-he's, not here,” She stutters, panting. “i-i can't, I need him here, please.”

     “im sorry, Mrs. Winchester, but with your ten seconds contraction, we expect you’ll be having your baby any minute now.” the doctor apologetically mumbled through her mask, slightly lifting the hospital gown that Y/N wore. “On the count to three, I'm gonna have you to push, Mrs. Winchester.”

     “One. . .”

   Dean hurriedly ran over to his beloved impala and droved off, he carelessly drove passed other cars which they shouted at him for but he couldn't careless. His wife is having their baby now and he'd be damned if he wasn't there for her at their special moment.

    “Two. . .”

     

      “son of a bitch.” the hunter cursed as he caught a glimpse of blue and red lights flashing on his side mirror. He parked his car on the side, swearing as he did so, he let down his’ side’s window and leaned out when the officer walked over to him. “Officer, I'm  really sorry if I violated any traffic rules and all but I really need to be in a hospital. It's an emergency.”

     “Oh, you don't break any, mister.”

      “Well, why did you made me stop?”

      “You know why.” then the officer sinisterly smirked as he take off his glasses, eyes pitch black and staring at Dean with a menacing tone. “Get out of the car.”

        “Three. . .”