Dean x Pregnant!Reader308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0IfIiHjM6
Warnings: I mean, like, someone is giving birth in this but it’s not super graphic…308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjYj4HpypHc
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Summary: Y/N goes into labor in the middle of nowhere and Sam and Dean have to figure out how to deal with the situation.
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”You really don’t have to give up the front seat, Sam,” you said, adjusting the bag by your feet.
”Are you kidding? First of all, I’m happy to do it, Y/N. Second, I’m not going to force a 9 months pregnant lady to crawl back here,” Sam said, leaning forward to talk to you in the passenger seat.
”Honestly, it probably wouldn’t be any more difficult for me to get back there than for you, Gigantor,” you said, giving him a playful smirk over the seatback.
”Haha,” Sam replied sarcastically as you giggled, but he nudged your shoulder good-humoredly and smiled at you.
”Yeah, only I’m pretty sure Sam will be able to get out. If we got you back there we might never—“
”I would think very carefully about what you’re about to say, Dean,” you interrupted, your tone warning. “After all, this is your doing, isn’t it?” you said, gesturing to your huge baby bump.
He gave you a wide, sheepish grin. “Have I mentioned how radiant and lovely you look today?” Dean said.
You gave him a glare but weren’t able to keep the tiniest hint of a smile out of it. “Save it,” you said, smoothing your hands over your belly.
Dean laughed and reached over to put his hand on yours. “Really though,” he muttered, trying to be quiet enough so that only you would hear him.
You gave him a smile. “Alright. Let’s get this show on the road,” you said.
Dean obliged by starting up the Impala, who roared to life and rolled out of the garage with an echoing purr.
”You’re sure you’re okay to make this trip, Y/N?” Sam asked for the fiftieth time.
You laughed. “Sam. Stop worrying,” you said. “I’m fine.” You looked down at your tummy again. “We’re fine.”
Dean cast a sideways glance over at you as he steered the Impala out onto the highway. “I think it’s still a valid question,” he said, his voice gruff.
”Alright. Both of you. We’ve been over this about a hundred times. I’m perfectly capable of sitting in a car! And the alternative was me staying home, 9 months pregnant, and alone. Which, with our luck, would mean that I go into labor and Dean misses the birth of his first child. SO. The only thing we have to worry about is you two getting annoyed at having to stop a million times so I can pee because Baby Winchester is using my bladder like it’s a squeeze toy!”
The silence after you finished was deafening. You knew there was nothing you could do to stop the boys from worrying, but at least they would do it inwardly now. Dean adjusted his grip on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead at the lines on the highway whizzing by in a blur. Sam leaned back and sighed, running a hand anxiously through his long hair.
”Good. I’m glad we’ve finally put that to rest,” you said. “Music?”
You didn’t wait for a response and simply clicked on the tape in the deck and started humming along.
After a few hours, and just as many bathroom breaks, later you began to feel a little uncomfortable. The car wasn’t exactly the most accommodating for what positions were comfortable to you at this point in your pregnancy. Well… as comfortable as you could be. You fidgeted and shifted a little in your seat and Dean’s eyes were immediately on you.
”You alright?” he asked quietly.
You rubbed a hand on your lower back. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just not the most comfortable in this seat is all.”
Dean’s brow furrowed. He glanced in the rearview mirror to see that Sam was fast asleep in the backseat. “We can stop again if you need to stretch or walk around,” he said. “I can pull over right now. We haven’t passed another car in like an hour.”
You watched the waving grass in the ditch, golden and dry, swim past. The fence posts beyond it were a blur. There was only an open, expansive, empty space as far as you could see. “No. No, I’m okay,” you said.
You suddenly felt Dean’s fingers taking your hand again and giving it a gentle squeeze and you turned to give him a smile. Just as you were settling your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes there was a sudden band of pain that burned across your lower back and you felt like someone was tugging on the top of your abdomen from the inside.
You couldn’t help the audible exhale that escaped your lips and you pressed your hand over the top of your baby bump. “Oof…” You shut your eyes tight and tried to breathe through it. In a moment it had passed.
Dean was immediately glancing over at you, his green eyes wide and his face pure concern. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
”Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It’s probably just Braxton Hick’s contractions. Nothing to worry about,” you told him, readjusting your position in the seat again, and giving him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. The worry and anxiety on Dean’s face didn’t ease.
He suddenly realized how isolated this drive was… They were truly out in the middle of nowhere. If something went wrong with you or the baby—he felt his face turned pale. “I’m gonna pull over so you can walk around a bit. That’s supposed to help those false labor pains,” he said.
You looked over at him, about to protest, but you noted how pale and concerned he looked and decided to give in. And it wasn’t lost on you how sweet it was that he knew just what Braxton Hick’s contractions were and how to help ease them. He had read every baby book you had bought and committed as much of it as he could to memory. He was probably better prepared than you were…
Dean slowed the Impala and brought her to rest easily on the shoulder, even though he probably could have parked in the middle of the road and inconvenienced no one.
As the tires ground to a stop, Sam jolted awake in the back seat, immediately rubbing at his eyes. He looked around blearily. “Hmm. Wha—why are we stopping? Is everything okay?” He was awake and alert now as he saw Dean climbing hastily out of the Impala and heading around to help you out.
”Everything is fine, Sam. I’m just having some false labor pains so I’m going to walk around for a minute,” you said. Dean took your hand and helped you up out of the car.
You put your hands on your lower back and took a deep breath, leaning back and forward to stretch the stiffness you were experiencing and walking a short distance along the shoulder, looking at the grass tickling your ankles and wiggling your toes in your shoes.
Sam climbed out behind you and leaned on the Impala, stretching his long arms out in front of him. Dean walked alongside you, silently fretting to himself.
”You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked.
You looked at his ashen face and stopped, smoothing a hand over your belly. “We’re fine. Quit worrying, babe,” you cooed to him.
The lines on his forehead eased ever so slightly, and he leaned in to give you a quick kiss.
It was just then that you felt another wave of burning pain along your lower back and the top of your stomach. It was more intense than the last one and it certainly lasted longer. “Ooh…” You squeezed your eyes shut tight again and doubled over slightly.
The concern was back to clouding Dean’s face completely. “Y/N?” His face was white again.
Sam had perked up now too and rushed over. “What’s going on?”
You were beginning to realize what was happening as a result of intuition and a few lines you had read in one of your baby books. Braxton Hick’s contractions did not become more intense or increase in duration over time… Real contractions were what did that.
You straightened up finally as the wave receded. “Umm. Well. I have some good news and some bad news,” you said, looking at Dean with slightly widened eyes. “What do you want first?”
”Bad news,” Dean said stoically, staring intently at you with those blazing green eyes.
”Bad news is these aren’t Braxton Hick’s contractions,” you said.
”What’s the good news?” Sam asked, tilting his head a little and peering at you with his softly concerned hazel eyes.
”Baby Winchester decided it’s time to greet the world,” you trailed off.
There was a long silence where the brothers stared at you. Sam was a little slack-jawed, his mouth hanging partially open. Dean was wearing an expression of such intensity that you didn’t know whether you should speak and break his train of thought.
Finally, he did it for you. “You’re in labor. Now?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure… We probably have a while. I mean it could be 18 hours for all I know but it’s definitely starting,” you said, rubbing at the tightness in your lower back.
”We gotta—we gotta get you to a hospital,” Sam said, still a little dumbfounded. Your due date wasn’t for another week.
Dean suddenly ran both his hands through his hair and muttered to himself. “Son of a bitch… Ok. Alright. Everybody back in the car. We’re gonna burn some rubber here and get to the nearest town as fast as we can. Hopefully, you can hang on until then?” he asked you.
At that moment another contraction decided to surge forward and you gasped again. “Oof… No promises,” you said through your wince.
”O—okay. It’s okay, Y/N. I got you,” Dean said, letting you grab and squeeze his hand. After it passed, he led you back over to the Impala and helped you climb in, carefully shutting the door behind you.
Sam walked around to the other side with him to climb into the back. “Dean—“ he said, catching Dean by the arm as they both passed the trunk. “How far is it to the nearest hospital?”
Dean’s jaw clenched. “A long-ass ways.”
Sam gulped and nodded. “What if we don’t make it?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know. We’re gonna have to figure it out I guess. Just like everything else…” and with that he pulled open the door and revved the engine to life again.
Dean was pressing the gas pedal nearly all the way down to the floor and next to him you were trying to pretend like you didn’t feel like you were burning up. Sam was alert in the back seat and couldn’t help but lean forward every few minutes to check on you. It wasn’t long before you reached a crucial point and realized that you most likely were not going to make it to the hospital; your water broke.
”Umm—Dean,” you said hesitantly, starting to realize that things were progressing much more quickly than you imagined they would.
Dean glanced over at you. He hadn’t missed what had just happened. “Okay—Okay…” He kept his hands steady on the steering wheel. “Alright. That’s okay. We’re going to be fine,” he reassured you. You could tell you probably looked like a deer in headlights.
You tried to breathe through another contraction. They were definitely grower more intense and closer together. “Ooooh, Dean!” You gripped the door handle and squeezed your eyes shut tight, forcing yourself to remember the breathing you had practiced, but that seemed like it had been years ago.
”It’s okay. It’s okay,” Dean said calmly. He was trying to reassure you that he was still in total control; that everything was okay, but by the time your contraction passed you began to feel a little panicked, and the hormones flooding your bloodstream weren’t helping.
”I don’t want our baby to be born on the side of the road! Dean, I want to be at a hospital now!” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.
Sam leaned forward and put a hand on your shoulder gently, which was just about the only thing he could come up with at the moment. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We’re here for you,” he said, his voice squeaking a little from his own nerves.
”Babe, it’s going to be fine!” Dean reassured you. His gruff, deep voice was like a tonic for your nerves and you felt better while he was talking to you. “We have almost everything we need, okay? I’m gonna pull over and let Sam drive so I can sit with you in the back seat and help you breathe through the contractions, okay? And we’re gonna call an ambulance and have them start driving towards us. You’re doing great. Just hang in there!”
You nodded nervously and Dean brought the Impala to another stop on the shoulder. He rushed out of the driver seat, leaving the door open behind him and calling Sam to dial 9-1-1 and explain what was happening, to have the ambulance sent to meet you.
”Alright,” Dean said offering his hands to you. He pulled you up out of the passenger seat and gave you a deep look for a moment before he took your face in his hands and kissed you. “Y/N, our baby is coming,” he told you, not dropping his hands from where they were clasping your face and staring deeply into your eyes, and this time when he spoke there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. “Our baby is coming,” he said again, and a vague smile tugged at his lips.
You nodded. “Yeah. But—but I’m scared,” you said. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to—“
”Hey. We are going to get through this just fine. You wanna know why?”
You sniffled a little and blinked away the tears that had welled up in your eyes again. “Why?”
”Because you are a badass. And you can totally do this. And I know you can’t wait to meet this baby—just like me,” Dean said. “Right?”
You nodded. “Right. Okay,” you said.
”Okay,” Dean said again. He helped you sink down into the back seat and rushed around to climb in next to you on the other side. “Sam, are they sending it?”
Sam was already putting the Impala back in gear. “Yep. It’s on its way,” he said.
Dean sighed and settled in next to you, grabbing your hand. “Okay. Okay. We got this,” he said.
You looked into his green eyes and gave his hand a squeeze, feeling a little better, a little stronger.
_ _ _ _ _ _
”OHHH GOD!” you squeezed your eyes shut. “Agggh, DEAN!” You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were breaking the bones in Dean’s hand, but he didn’t complain. In fact, he had just finished checking his watch and his heart was absolutely pounding now. Labor was progressing quickly. Your contractions were now very close together and the pain in both your lower back and abdomen was getting more and more intense.
”Good job, Y/N. You’re doing great!” he said in his familiar deep voice. “You’re doing really well, Y/N… but your contractions are really close together now and I think you’re going to have to push!”
You were still reeling from the last one, gasping for breath, and you are snapped your head over to look at him. “What?! Are you CRAZY?!”
”Y/N, it’s time to—“
”No. No no. NO NO NO!” You shook your head furiously and tears shone in your eyes again. “NO! I—I need a hospital and—and an EPI-FUCKING-DURAL!” you yelled at him. “HOW IS THIS FAIR? HUH? You don’t have to go through any of this! MEN DON’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH ANY OF THIS! And now I have to have my baby on the side of the highway in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE without any pain medication?! NO!” The tears broke free of your eyelids and streamed down your cheeks.
In the front seat, Sam was smart enough to stay quiet but he was glancing at you in the rearview mirror with wide eyes.
”Babe! Listen to me. You have to trust me. You can do this. You are one of the strongest people I know,” Dean said, clasping your face in his hands again and using his thumbs to wipe away the tear streaks on your cheeks. “You can do this, and I’m here for you. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. And Sammy is here for back-up.”
Now, Sam had pulled the Impala over.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as much as you could. “O—okay,” you said, not taking your eyes off of Dean’s.
”Okay,” he said, planting a kiss on your lips again. “Sammy, there’s a bag in the trunk. Go grab it.”
Next thing you knew you were laying down on the seat with a spare blanket underneath you and clean clothes on the floor next to you which Dean was going to have to use as improvised towels. You had another blanket draped over your knees and Dean was positioned by your feet.
Sam was standing awkwardly outside the Impala and had been shifting between blank staring up the road, hoping for the ambulance, and anxious pacing along the length of the car. You had strictly banned him to that side of the Impala with firm instructions to stay by your head unless he wanted to be castrated later. Dean had seconded that motion.
”Alright,” Dean was staring at his watch again. “Your next contraction should be here any second now and I need you to push as hard as you can. Can you do that?” he asked you.
You nodded. “I think so.”
He gave you a half-smile. “That’s my girl. I know you can.” He was keeping calm on the outside, but internally his heart was banging against his ribs so loud it sounded like distant fireworks in his brain. He was praying with all his might that everything went smoothly here… If there was a problem he didn’t know what they would do… And you and this baby were his everything.
Dean was right. The next moment another contraction ripped through you, you were half groaning and half screaming again, and your hand shot out, fumbling for something to hold onto.
”I’m here! I’m here, Y/N!” Sam was there in an instant grabbing your hand and not even flinching as you crushed it in yours. “Breathe! Okay, breathe!” he told you.
”You’re doing great, babe!” Dean shouted to you. “Keep pushing!”
”AGH!” You were completely drenched in sweat. And that was the way it went on for you didn’t even know how long. You had no concept of time and were only measuring it passing with the pain of each new contraction. Sam had adorably slipped into a role as your birth coach, whispering encouragement to you between contractions, and he did what he could to make you more comfortable, handing you water to sip on and dabbing at the sweat on your forehead. You fell back against the seat, gasping after the most recent contraction receded for only a few seconds.
”I think this is it, baby,” Dean said suddenly, his voice the calmest it had been in hours. “One more big push. You can do it,” he told you fervently. He locked eyes with yours and there was such intensity there and a glowing light deep within that you felt a wave of peace drift over you.
But you didn’t have much time to appreciate it before the next wave of pain was on you. You pushed as hard as you could, screaming the whole time, forgetting to breathe despite Sam shouting for you to do so. Here was where you bruised the bones in Sam’s hand. But here was also where your first child was delivered into the world.
Suddenly, everything was quiet and you all were holding your breath. Dean was busy down by your feet, grabbing shirts from the pile of clean clothes next to you, and then he was suddenly grinning and the light in his eyes was misty. There was a wavering cry and Sam squeezed your hand. You stared toward Dean, your heart pounding. He was grabbing a flannel shirt and he quickly wrapped it around the tiny, messy child in his hands, laughing a little quiet in joy as he looked down at the baby, his baby.
”Oh my God,” Sam said, tears shining in his wide eyes too.
”You did it,” Dean said to you, his smile widening. “Babe, you did it.” He lifted up the little baby, swaddled in one of his flannel shirts, so you could see it.
You couldn’t get any words out over the lump of emotion in your throat. You could only stare in wonder and let the tears start flowing down your cheeks.
Dean climbed toward you in the back of the Impala as best he could and handed you the swaddled baby. “Babe, you did it,” he said. “You did great. She’s perfect,” he said, kissing you everywhere he could reach; on your lips, on your cheeks, on your forehead, on the top of your head.
You looked over at him with wide, shining eyes. “She. She. We have a daughter?” you asked him.
Dean nodded. “Yeah. We have a daughter.” His deep voice washed over you and soothed the pain you were still feeling and revived you a little despite your exhaustion. Dean nestled her down against your chest and you stared in amazement at this tiny new human you had delivered into the world in the back of the Impala, on the side of the highway, surrounded by nothing but waving golden grass. In some sort of strange, poetic way, it was perfect. It was so incredibly Winchester you could barely stand it, and more happy tears leaked down your face and you cooed to her softly as you felt her nuzzling into you. You never wanted to take your eyes off of her, except to look at Dean who was absolutely beaming at both of you.
Dean was in pure bliss and as he stared at the two of you and stroked your hair. He finally felt all of his anxiety melt away and every muscle that had a death grip on his weary skeleton finally relaxed. Here was his whole world.
Sam was kneeling on the asphalt behind your head, his hand still on the seat where you had dropped it, peering in at the tender scene and feeling like his heart was about to burst. He smiled wearily at you and his brother and this tiny little bundle in plaid. “I’ll—I’ll give you three a minute,” he said, starting to stand.
”Wait! Sam,” you called gently to him, craning your neck so you could look at him. “Thank you,” you said with a sniffle. He only smiled again and nodded before he went to sit on the hood of the Impala, thinking about how amazing it was that he was now an uncle.
_ _ _ _ _ _
The ambulance had arrived not too long after you had given birth, and now you and Dean were riding inside. Sam was following in the Impala. The EMTs were tending to you and checking over your baby girl, though they said everything seemed great. She was strong and healthy. Dean sat next to you where you lay on the gurney, holding your hand and continually glancing between you and his daughter.
”Well,” he said, “I absolutely did not miss the birth of our first child.”
You looked up at him warmly. “That couldn’t be more true,” you said sleepily, peering over at the little bundle. “And she’s definitely a Winchester. Her first blanket is flannel,” you said with a tired smile.
Dean gave you a smile as he had never seen anything so wonderful in his whole life. “I love you,” he said softly, moving a strand of your hair out of your face.
”Even though we definitely need to get Baby detailed now?” you asked, a little sheepish. Giving birth was a messy endeavor…
Dean looked back over at his newborn daughter. “I couldn’t care less,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
”I love you, too,” you said. Dean leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead.
”Get some rest,” he whispered to you. “We’re in good hands now.”
_ _ _ _ _ _
You reached the hospital and had been settled in a room, catching some well-deserved rest. The next morning you were still tired, but overjoyed. You awoke to see Dean sitting beside you with your little girl in his arms. There were no words adequate for describing how preciously he was looking down at that little bundle.
”G’morning,” you said softly, propping yourself up in bed.
”Hey, babe,” he returned, smiling at you. He looked tired and you wondered if he had slept. He had probably stayed up all night staring at her in the nursery and watching over you, wanting to be awake if you needed anything. “Sammy should be here in a little bit. I think we should let Uncle Sammy hold his new niece, don’t you?” Dean said, giving you a half-smile as you accepted your daughter into your arms to feed her.
You grinned at Dean. “Uncle Sammy. That has a nice ring to it,” you said.
Half an hour later Sam arrived from the hotel with drinks in hand.
You smiled at him as he came in and he grinned back at you. “Hi, Sam.”
”Y/N,” he leaned down and peeked at your daughter before kissing you on the cheek. “You look fantastic,” he said. “I’d never know you just had a baby.”
You laughed at him. “Thanks, Sam.”
”Oh, yes. Is that coffee for me?” Dean asked, pointing at the drinks in Sam’s hands.
”Oh. Yeah,” he replied, handing one of the cups to Dean. “And I know you can’t have caffeine, Y/N, so I brought you some herbal tea.” He set a cup down for you on the side table.
”Thanks, Sam.” You looked up at her. “Want to hold her?”
Sam’s face lit up. “Yes, I really really do,” he said, settling down in the spare chair next to your bed. Dean handed him his little bundled niece. “Oh my God,” he murmured, staring down at her with stars in his eyes. “She’s so tiny.”
You smiled at the two of them.
”Did you decide on a name yet?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
You exchanged a look with Dean and nodded.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Charlotte Mary Winchester,” he said.
Sam’s eyes snapped up and looked from you to Dean. “Charlotte,” he repeated. “Charlie. And Mary.”
You nodded.
Sam looked back down at her. “It’s perfect.”
Dean cocked a half-smile at his brother. “Well, I hope you’re ready for the responsibility of being Uncle Sammy. Or maybe we should go with Uncle Moose?” he teased.
Sam gave him a sideways glance. “Uncle Sammy is fine, Dean…”
You laughed a little and reached for the tea Sam had brought you. “You know, Sam, if hunting doesn’t pan out, I think you would make an excellent birth coach.”
He laughed quietly and looked up at you. “That’s great. Thanks, Y/N… but I was pretty terrified the whole time…”
”Me too,” Dean said, still peering over at Charlotte.
”Me too,” you said.
The brothers both looked at you.
”Yeah, I think you win,” Dean said to you, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
”But we’re all okay,” you said, peering around at your little family.
”More than okay,” Dean added.
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