SamxPregnant!Reader:LIAOD-Part3(The Finale)

You wake up to the beat of "Hurts So Good" by John Cougar, which later is accompanied by the strumming of an electric guitar. A spiked headache rages in your eardrums and the humungous bulge under your hospital gown greets you in eagerness. The pitter-patter of the glistening liquid dripping down the IV and the light snoring coming from Sam's drowsy face brings you back to reality with a jolt. But, why oh why was "Hurts So Good" playing? 

Crap-tastic. Dean had teased you about making you a birthing mixtape.

"Dean WINCHESTER!" you roared in agony. 

"Shh, princess! Sammy's getting some much needed shut-eye." Dean appears in his fully glory with a week-end's stubble and a cheeky grin. 

"This isn't funny, Dean! We are not using your mix-tape when I'm giving birth to your niece!" 

"Well, isn't somebody feeling better!"

"Why shouldn't I? You guys brought me to the hospital because of my low blood sugar right?" I gulped, throat starch, "I must have passed out or something..." 

"Oh, princess you have no idea..." 

"Mind elaborating?" 

"I screwed-up, princess. I pissed off a witch and it almost cost both of your lives" 

Your heart cracks a bit, so you pat the empty space of your hospital bed for Dean to sit down on. 

"So, what's the predicament?" 

"The Doc thinks you'll go into labor pretty soon..." 

"Oh well, it was going to happen sooner or later I suppose..." 

Dean gives you a weak smile, which is soon interrupted by the drowsy sounds of Sam waking. 

"I'll leave you guys up to it then, need to do some last minute arrangements to your playlist..." He winks at you. 

"Jerk."

"Bitch." 

Sam half stumbles into the hospital bed, his face droopy and scruffy. He rubs his left eye, then yawns. 

"How are...you?" he asks. 

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"Uh, about an hour. But that's like 10 hours for hunters." 

You shake your head in disapproval, then scud over to make space for him. Patting the empty space twice before you had the big hulking moose of a man lay next to you. He stretched his arms, wrapping his left one over you, and then lets you cuddle your head under his chin. For a while, you just hold each other in silence. Breathing. Your huge belly heaving.

"What the hell happened, Winchester?" you blurt out suddenly, pissed. 

"Uh, you were critical and there wasn't anything anybody could do..."

"Do go on..."

"And..." 

"Oh for god's sake!" you whack him on the head, "I'm almost ready to pop here, I think I deserve to know who saved me life!" 

"Gabriel, like the archangel, he showed up out of nowhere and saved your life!"

This was perfect; this was just what you needed. "But...his dead?." Great, your first lie. 

"I have no idea how, but his alive. He saved your life. I have no idea what he did but let's just say that before he healed you, the Doctor told me to get the paperwork ready..." 

Before long your vision began to blur, hot tears running down your cheeks and your hormones a-flare. You wrapped your hands around Sam's face and brought him in, kissing him desperately on his lips. He cradled the back of your head tenderly as your lips pushed against each other. It felt like a kiss to end things, but tasted of beginnings. Along the lines of "every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." When you feel a warm trickle of fluid down your legs. Then a  "popping" sensation, followed by an immediate gush of very warm fluid that soaked through your hospital robe. 

Sam looked down at the every growing wetness with a pensive look, then looked into your eyes and said, calmly: "Honey, I think your water just broke." 

On cue, the contractions hit. Like a progressively worsen period cramp. Pressuring down your pelvis and knotting your stomach painfully. 

"And I think I should now call the nurse..." Sam looked petrified with his hands inches over you, not sure whether to leave or hug you or what. 

"Yeah...I think so..." you groan, biting down on your lower lip. 

It's not long before the nurse rushes in with a glass of water and a wary smile. "Here, sweetie..." she urges you as she presses the glass into your mouth and the water starts to slowly trickle in, while another nurse puts some more pillows against your back. Positioning you for maximum birthing capabilities. Somebody strokes your left thigh as you begin sweating profusely. 

"Is there something that I can do?" Sam asks nervously. 

"Yes, you are here for support, now go and grab your wife's hand." 

"She's not my...."

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE SAM!" you roar and snatch his hand fiercely, then gave him your most perfected death stare; "If you fucking let go I am divorcing you." 

He grabs your other hand and tells you soothingly, "We haven't gotten married yet, pumpkin." 

"PUMKIN? EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE BUT IS THIS YOUR RING AROUND MY FUCKING FINGER OR ISN'T IT?" 

Somebody is punching you right in the stomach and is hitting the same spot with such precision that you just...

"AHHHHH! HOLY SHIT I AM GOING TO DIE." your nails dig into Sam's flesh, but he keeps hanging on, patting the top of your head now, whispering "It's okay, it's okay..." over and over again like some kind of godforsaken mantra. 

"Wait, Sam it's already started!" Dean's voice appears out of nowhere.

"Excuse me, sir. But who are you?" one of the nurses asks politely, even though you are literally bleeding to death. 

"I am going to be that bundle of joy's uncle, right princess." he asks you chuckling. 

"GET THAT CHEEKY BASTARD THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."

"But princess, I have your birthing mix-tape..." you can hear the puppy face, even though all you can see is a sharp blinding light that is steaming you up from the inside. 

"IF YOU FUCKING PLAY IT I AM MAKING SAM DIVORCE YOU!" 

"Dean, ahem, I think you should probably go..." 

"Nah, Sam. She's gonna love it." 

Under Pressure by Queen begins...building up...and up:

"Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets" 

"Very funny Dean, now go..." 

"Fine, fine...see ya on the other side princess." 

"GET THE FUCK OUT WINCHESTER." 

The monotonous tone of the nurse, "You have to push now, honey." 

You could hear a sound from the distance, an animalistic growl that burst forth uncensored. 

"It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets

Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days - it never rains but it pours
People on streets - people on streets" 

A head, the quick slide of the shoulders, and in an instant you are handed a jellied, slippery plump baby girl.

"Do you want to cut the cord, sir?" the Nurse asks Sam before he gives you a confused look, looks down at his purple daughter, and then faints. Like a lump he falls on the floor. 

The nurse stifled a giggle, "I guess I'll do the honors..." and then she takes your baby girl to clean her up. Ten fingers, and ten toes. She get's the certified nurse thumbs up. Dean comes in and sits up Sam on one of the hospitals couches, that he then rolls into the room. Then the nurse comes back with a pearly pink human being with eyes tightly shut wrapped up in a light blue blanket. 

"Here she is..." she hands her to you, warm and cuddly. You hold her in your arms, breathless. It felt so strange, yet so normal. You kissed the tip of her nose, "Welcome to the world, lovely..." 

"It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher...
Pressure on people - people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?

Love"

Soon, Sam came to his senses, waking up like a little boy on the first day of school.
"What...what happened?" 

"We became parents, here..." you motion for him to hold his daughter, which he does gently. Cradling her in his big hands. 

"What are we going to call her?" he asks, gazing at his daughters' plump face. 

"Gabriella, it seems fit." 

"Well then, welcome to the world, Gabriella. I'm your Dad, it's very nice to meet you." 

Gabriella coos, then falls asleep once more. 

Then Dean burst through the doors; "Where is she? Where is my adorable niece!" Sees her in Sam's arms, then asks like a hyper toddler if he can hold her. Sam gives in, instantly. 

"Here you are," he lifts her up, carefully then cradles her. 

"It's a good thing that you got your mom's genes or you'd be moose size in no time." 

You and Sam laugh, as he sits next to you. Arms wrapped tightly around you. 

"We need to get her some plaid, you're a Winchester now and you better start dressing like it!" 

Laughter filled the room in seconds.