You screamed as Jo and Ellen rushed you to the hospital. You were in the back of their truck, going into labor, how lucky.
Jo was fumbling with her phone, trying to call Dean. Once she did she smiled a bit at his voice on the other end. "Jo what is it?! I'm kinda busy!" Dean said whilst shooting.
He then heard a scream of yours and grew angry. "What's going on!? What is happening to Y/n!? Jo te-" he got cut off by Jo yelling.
"She's giving birth Dean!" Jo yelled and Dean froze, Sammy giving him cover.
"I'll be there as soon as possible." He said and hung before going back to fighting. "Alright Sammy, we gotta hurry this up now." He said and continued shooting.
"Pass me the salt." He called after finding the bones and Dean tossed the salt to him. Sammy salted the bones, poured gasoline on them, then ignited them.
The ghost left Dean pulled Sammy out to the impala, tossing his stuff as carefully as he could in the back, as did Sammy.
They closed to good and ran to their doors, hopping in the car. Sam looked at Dean a bit confused as he took off. "Dean what's going on?" He asked.
"We have to get to Y/n, she's giving birth." He said and drove incredibly fast to get to you, being hours away.
Meanwhile, you had been put in the hospital and we currently on your way to the delivery room. You knew Dean wouldn't get here in time, you knew he wouldn't be to far behind the baby's arrival as well, but you knew he wouldn't be here.
As you laid in the bed you grabbed the nurses hand. "The fathers won't be here on time, please stay?" You asked and the nurse smiled and nodded.
"Of course I can miss." She held you hand and not long after you began to push.
Dean took every short cut he could, driving for hours and hours. He tried ever so desperately to get to you for even a moment of your child birth. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove, his determination present on his face.
As he drove you pushed hard, screaming from the pain. After hours he finally arrived and you had finished entirely. Your little boy was cleaned off and you held him close, smiling.
Dean burst in an saw you, frowning. "I'm sorry Y/n I tried to get here on time." He started but you silenced him with a kiss.
"Hey it's ok. You're here now. Here, hold him." You smiled.
He smiled softly and gently took the baby boy in his arms. He smiled. "Can we name him Bobby John?" He asked and tilted his head.
"We sure can baby." You smiled and kissed him. Dean sat beside you as your boy opened his eyes and looked at you too innocently.
You smiled softly and leaned on Dean. "He's perfect, like you." You smiled and kissed him. He kissed back and smiled, rocking your boy slightly and smiling wide.
