Checking In

One

You opened another box this one labeled "kitchen things". You'd been working on this for a week now and haven't seemed to make a dent in the hoard of boxes that covered almost every inch of your new house. It would have been faster, maybe almost even done if you didn't have to take so many breaks, or if Sam and Dean where here. "Always another monster." You mumbled too yourself.

If it wasn't for another demon wrecking your home you could have just stayed and not moved at all. But according to them we had no choice cause now they knew were I lived. Like they weren't going to find out. "Fucking Winchester's and their magnetism for those damn things." So here you are in South Dakota about 15-20 minutes from Bobby's place. 

As you crouched down to put a pan in a bottom cabinet you felt a harsh sting in your abdomen. Sucking in a breath you stood up and leaned against the counter, rubbing your very swollen stomach. "You best behave in there. Daddy's not going to be home for a couple more weeks." You said to your hyperactive baby." As if he knew you were talking about him your phone dinged.

Dean: Haven't started throwing knives at a picture of me yet have you?

You chuckled at his attempt at some light humor. He didn't want to make you leave your house but he couldn't help but agree with Sam and Bobby that it was for the best.

You: Who is this?
Dean: Ha! Hilarious!
You: Oh you must be that guy I picked up at the bar last night
Dean: You wish
Dean: But seriously I just wanted to check in. You doing ok?

You chewed on your lip contemplating on if you should tell him about the pain you've been feeling lately. You both knew it was getting close to time and it could literally happen any day now but you knew how important this case was so you chocked it up to Braxton Hicks. Won't give him anything to worry about unless there's actually something.

You: Besides the mountain of boxes I'm left to unpack all alone. I'm fine.
Dean: I'm sorry I'll be back as soon as I can
You: Don't sweat it.

"Dean--" Sam's voice snapped Dean back to reality. He gave his older brother an exasperated look. "Hello? Witness? Inside?" "Ya, ya I'm coming."

Dean: I got to go. Don't have that little girl without me.

You wanted to respond but knew it would go unanswered anyway. Sighing you went back to work on your boxes.

Its been three days and you hadn't heard anymore from Dean or Sam. You sent texts here and there to check in but they would go unanswered. The pain you'd feel in you abdomen was happening more frequently as days passed and probably agaist better judgement you worked harder to get the house done, knowing you didn't have much time left. After much work you finally got the kitchen bathroom yours and Deans master bedroom, and half of the nursery done. You scooted all of Sams boxes into his room, since he would be staying there with you guys when they were in town, leaving them for him when they returned. The living room remained a war zone of cardboard but the nursery was more important at this point. 

Around 11pm you woke up to a wet bed and more pain that you ever imagined. "No no not yet!" You groaned reaching for your phone. After several ringing it went to Dean's voicemail. You hit the next name on your speed dial and it rang before ultimately going to voicemail. "Come on guys!" You cried. Repeating the process again and then one more time before you gave up on the Winchester's and called someone you knew would answer. "Bobby." He said sounding like he was still awake. "Bobby I need help it's time. I can't get ahold of Sam and Dean." "I'm on my way." Was all he said before hanging up. 

You did a couple deep breaths before you got up to change clothes and grab your ready bag.
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Dean returned from grabbing burgers when Sam came running out of the motel room. "Back in the car!" Sam yelled both of their bags in hands. "Dude what's up?" "It's time! Labor! We got to go!" Sam breathed throwing open the back door throwing the bags in. Once the car was started Deans foot never left the gas. He was feeling so many things, angry that it was the one time he left his phone in the room to charge while he grabbed their late night dinner, what could happen in 20 minutes. He was also scared knowing there was very little chance he'd make it and that meant you'd be doing this alone.

16 hrs and 45 minutes later Dean practically fell into your room Sam close behind. You smiled up at him as you held your sleeping baby girl. "I missed it." He sighed sadly but the sadness was soon replaced with a smile when he saw her. "She's perfect." He slid into the bed next to you and you passed him the baby. Dean wrapped one arm around you and the other he used to cradle her. Resting you head on his shoulder you breathed a sigh of bliss. You knew he'd leave again soon and you'd have to figure this next part out all alone but for now you soaked up this moment.

The End.