Dean What Have You Done?

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DEAN POV: I'm 42 weeks pregnant, and super grumpy. Regina had told me that typically first time pregnancies will run past their due dates. I seeked revenge on any mom that had her baby on their due date. Sam was being helpful and positive, and get forcing me to drink water, heck I slapped him when he tried to help me up, I tried to lift myself from the chair but he still had to help me up. This was two weeks ago and now I spent most of my time either in bed, in the bathroom, in the rocking chair in the nursery, or with Sam walking around the house to hopefully start labor. The only thing that seemed to prove the walking thing was working was that Braxton hicks started appearing more frequently yet they were irregular. Regina was on speed dial. Only problem is that it's winter, and it won't stop snowing. I'm trying to remain calm, because I don't want to throw the baby into shock or anything. So I'm currently in the nursery rocking in the rocking chair to ease the pressure, also trying to take the pain away from my lower back. Bobby gave Jody a call just in case and she can make it here in 5 minutes. Sam is sitting on the floor looking through onesies when I double over at a particularly awful Braxton hick. He quickly jumps up," You ok?" I nod my head and continue rocking. We head to the bathroom and about 20 minutes later and another painful one hits me. I lean into Sam and try to breathe. I make it to the bathroom and head back to the room and then another one hits me. Sam gives a look," Dean these aren't irregular, they're happening every twenty minutes." "They are stronger than the Braxtom hicks to," I continue to rock as Sam calls Regina, and then Jody. Regina says she won't be there until about 3-4 hours due to the snow. Jody is there is minutes. Sam gets me a water bottle, and makes me drink like half of it. I'm still sitting in the nursery, and the next contraction hasn't hit yet. "Dean you might want to try and sleep before the delivery, you need your strength," Jody states. Sam heaves me out of the chair, and I slowly waddle to the safe room, where Bobby and Sam had agreed is where I need to give birth. The baby was kicking up a storm, and all attempts to calm it down failed. When we made the decent down the stairs I had to stop and grip the railing, because the muscles in my stomach tightened and the uncomfortable wave of a contraction hit me. When it was over San went," Your last one was about 18 minutes ago." I gave a half smile at the slight progress that had been made. We continue our slow decent down the stairs, and I finally make it to the bed. I look down at my clothing and notice I'm in a t-shirt and a jogging pants. I ask Sam to get me one of my dresses and he makes his decent back up the stairs to our bedroom, he comes back a few minutes later. Everyone except Jody leaves the room, and she helps me into my dress. She leaves the room and Sam comes back in with the rocking chair from upstairs. He tells me I really need to try and sleep, but then I double over at my next contraction which was moving more into the painful stage now. Sam looks at his watch again," Still at 18 minutes," I give a flustered face and lay my head on the pillow. Sam watches as I toss and turn and try to get comfortable, but with failed attempts. I'm laying on my side so he sits on the side of the bed my back is facing. He starts rubbing my lower back, then massaging my tensed stomach,  then back to my back until I fall into a restless nap. I wake up at every contraction, and Sam holds my hand telling me to breath, when Regina shows up about some 5 hours later, I'm laying butt up in the air rocking my hips, at a particularly painful contraction. Sam holding my hand and Jody trying to massage my back. My progress was advanicing quite slowly, my contractions now being 15 minutes apart. After the contraction I lower myself from the position, and Regina checks my dialation, Bobby being the only one that left the room. "You're only 3 centimeters, you might wanna walk, that could help dialate you further. Me and Sam walk around for nearly an hour, me having to stop and breathe through four contractions. I then sit back in the rocking chair and rock, holding one hand underneath my swell and the other hand above it, humming Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. Regina comes in about 2 hours later to find in only 4 centimeters dialated and contractions are still 15 minutes apart. The contractions are still on the verge of uncomfortable and painful. I decide to try and walk but can only keep it up for another hour. Regina tells me to lay down and Sam goes back to the same thing he had been doing. I fall into a restless sleep that only lasts about 2 hours. I had been laboring for 11 hours, and there was no progress. I decide to walk again, and I do that for another hour and a half. My dialation was 4 centimeters. The baby was still in my pelvis, and it wasn't crowning, my water hadn't broken, and I couldn't continue walking because I was gonna be to weak for the birth. I try to get more sleep, but I end up back in the rocking chair. The contractions were becoming more painful, but no progress was made. Bobby and Jody had brought in some stools, and we were all talking. "Do you know what you're gonna name the baby?" Jody asks. "Yes," I say with a smile. "I'm gonna wait till after the birth to tell though." Jody nodded her head, then I gripped Sam's hand while breathing through a rather painful contraction. I stayed quiet till it was over, then I took my same position in the rocking chair. Sam gave a glance at his watch, then a smile. "Your last contraction was 12 minutes ago. I have a half smile, and we continued the conversation. "Are you gonna live here?" Regina asks. "For about the first month or so of her life we're gonna live here. Bobby has a little cabin about 30 minutes from here he said we could use for a little while. We've already painted the nursery and such for that house, it'll just be a matter of bringing the stuff to the house. Sam currently has a job at the supermarket, and I'll stay at home taking care of the baby. When she's about 8 months to a year old we'll see if we can get back to hunting. We're always gonna try to keep her out of it though. She can choose this life, but there's no way we are gonna force it on her. And honestly we have amazing people to help us raise her." Everyone nodded reassuringly, and I tapped Sam's arm and he helped me up and I used the bathroom. 2.5 hours later, I was 5 centimeters dilated and the contractions were still 15 minutes apart. I groaned at another contraction that lasted a minute. The pain wasn't progressing, but this was still weary. 5 hours later, I was 6 centimeters dialated with the contractions now at 10 minutes apart. I was laying down, with me clutching a pillow, Jody rubbing my back, and Sam massaging my swell. I let out a cry in agony,"This have been going on for 20 hours, is there anything for the pain?" "I mean we could take you to the hospital for an elidural?" I threw my head into the pillow," I don't want a hospital birth." Jody sighed, and placed a reasurring rub on my shoulder," There's really nothing I can do." I place a hand on my lower swell and grab one of Sam's hand and groan at the awful wave of another contraction. 4 hours later the contractions are down to around 8 minutes apart, I'm 8 centimeters dialated. Jody is rubbing my back and I'm laying on my side clutching both of Sam's hand at another contraction. Suddenly I feel really wet," I didn't pee myself I swear." Regina laughs," Your water just broke." She changed the bed seat and she asked me to roll over on my back, I did. She put a towel over my knees, and checked me, still 8 centimeters. I sighed, then hardly queezed Jody and Sam's hands at a contraction. I moaned out in pain, it had intensified. Another hour passed and the contractions were draining my energy. Regina checked me," You're finally 10 centimeters." I gave a weak smile. I moaned at another contraction," The last one was 5 minutes ago." Next thing you know I felt the baby push down farther. "I think the baby's in position." Regina checked me again," On the next contraction you need to push." She put my legs in stir ups. Sam was on my left holding my hand, and Jody was on my right holding my other hand, and occasionally wiping the sweat off my head. The next contraction hits me and I push as long as I can. When it's over I find myself repeating "It burns, it burns." Jody feeds me an ice cube and dabs my head," Shhh, I know, you need to save your strength, you're doing great. I whimper, but comply with her request. The next contraction hits and I push, but not as long as last time as Regina tells me to stop. "The imbibical cord is wrapped around the babies neck. She tells me I'm gonna have to breathe, but can't  move, and do NOT push. She pushes the baby back inside of me, I hold back the scream but let out a LOUD moan of agony. Regina tells me to sit the next contraction out and Sam starts saying reassuring things like "In a few minutes you're gonna see your baby." Tears streamed down my face,"UGH," I scream at the next contraction. I have to fight my body so I don't push. "Can I sit off the bed, it'll be easier for me to push, I won't be fighting gravity. They take me out of the stir ups and I'm now sitting off the edge of the bed at the end of the bed.Sam and Jody are holding my hands and sorta helping me stay up, Regina at my feet. Another contraction ripples through me and i give a hard push. I was at the crowning point, and had to keep myself from screaming about the burning. I tried to remain focused, and controlled my breathing. Sam started making breathing patterns for me to follow. I followed as best I could, till the next contraction. "SON OF A BITCH," I scream and finally make it past the baby's head. "The umbilical cord is good," Regina says with a smile. I give a weak nod, that gets interupted by another contraction. I push through and Regina moves the baby to get one shoulder, I breathe through the next contraction. "One more big push, and your babies here." I gathered all the strength I could muster, and I pushed through the next contraction. I could feel the baby leave my body, and the room filled with the gentle cries of a newborn. Jody, Sam, and Regina hosted me up on the bed. Jody went to clean off the baby, and Regina started pushing my stomach so she could get the placenta. Jody came back with my baby wrapped in a little pink blanket. I awwed, and Jody placed the little thing in my arms. She was SO tiny, to have given me that much trouble, it was kinda humorous. I held her close to my chest and started playing with her tiny fingers. "I love you Mary Jess Winchester," I say with a big smile. Me and I'm pretty sure everyone else in the room started tearing up. Bobby was in the room, and he gave me a pat on the shoulder," Good job kid." "Dean you might wanna get some sleep," Regina said with a fond smile. I sighed, and handed the baby off to a very overly enthused Sam. Mary was so tiny she basically fit in one of his hands. I layed my head on the pillow and was out in seconds.