Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, the quote "ThunderCats Are Go" is a reference from the movie "Juno" as while the playing with toy cars scene.

Warnings: Mpreg, Wincest, No Mark of Cain (At least not yet), Kevin's alive

I decided to fast-forward the story to the last month, partly because I forgot some ideas I had for chapter and partly because I'm moving and had planned to finish this before I moved.

I'd like to apologize for how bad this last chapter is, it was rushed and it is kind of short

Thank you all for reading this story. There will be a sequel called "Help! Amazons Stole My Baby."

Please feel free to comment, I love to hear what people think and if there's something I need to work on.

Chapter 10 ThunderCats Are Go

"Are you having fun?" Sam said with a small grin as Dean ran a toy car, a black impala, across Sam's baby bump. They were in the last month and Sam was almost a week past due but surprisingly Sam didn't really complain. Dean had asked him why a couple of days ago and Sam replied, "There are so many dangers in this world and the safest place I think this baby could be is in my womb. I don't mind if she's isn't in a rush leaving my body."

Dean leaned over to give Sam a peak on the lips," Yes, I am."

Sam laid peacefully on their bed as Dean continued to play with the car, giggling a little as Dean made little car noises to go along with the actions of the car. After a while Sam got thirsty," Dean, could you go get me some water?"

"Of course," Dean answered before kissing Sam's cheek and walked out of the room to get Sam water. Sam laid on their bed, waiting for Dean to come back. A few minutes after Dean left, Sam began to feel a sharp, intense pain in his lower back. Sam tried to move to a different position to help relieve the pain but it didn't help at all. A few seconds after Sam moved around, he felt a little trickle of a warm fluid down his legs. Sam froze as the little trickle quickly turned into a larger gush of fluid, getting his pants and the bed wet.

With the realization that his water just broke Sam yelled out to the hall," Dean!"

"Yeah?" Dean asked coming into view, a glass of water in his hand.

"ThunderCats are go!" Sam yelled as he was panicked, wet, and in pain. Dean dropped the glass of water, letting it shatter into little pieces as he rushed over to Sam's side.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. Sam gave him a small nod as Dean helped him get off the bed," Okay. What should we do?"

"You go tell the others while I change my pants," Sam answered. Dean stared at his husband for a second before running out of the room to tell the others. Sam quickly changed pants and made his way into the hallway where everyone met him. They made rushed him to the garage and into the back of the Impala. Charlie and Benny joined him as Kevin and Dean took the front seat. Dean started the car and drove at a speed that should have really gotten Sam to the hospital within minutes but for some reason they ended up driving for an hour without seeing a hospital.

It finally donned on Dean," God Damn it! I went the wrong way!"

"What?!" Sam screamed at him as the pain became more intense by the minute.

"Don't worry babe, I'll turn around and we'll get to the hospital in no time," Dean tried to reassure his husband.

"Brother, I don't think Sammy can wait that long," Benny said watching as Sam kept taking deep breaths and exhaling, "You may want to pull over and call the angel."

Dean turned around to look at Sam and realized that Benny was right. Sam was trying is best to ignore the pain and hold out until they got to a hospital but he was losing. Tears begin to slowly fall from Sam's face as he inhaling deep breaths and exhaling them in the hopes that it would help with the pain. He held on to Charlie's hand tightly, squeezing it whenever he felt a contraction which seems to be every few seconds. Sam kept his legs tightly together as if to stop the baby from coming. Dean pulled over and got out of the car, leaving the driver side door open.

"Cas, I need your help!" Dean yelled looking up at the sky. He heard a flutter of feathers behind him and turned around.

"How can I help you Dean?" Castiel asked.

"Sam's in labor," Dean told him pointing to the backseat where Sam was," I need you to get him to the hospital."

Castiel looked over at the car than turned back," It's too late for that. The child is almost here."

Dean started to reply but Castiel walked off to the car and opened the backseat door. Charlie looked up at him," Hey Cas, can I help you?"

"Get out," Castiel ordered. Charlie stared at him for a second before slowly getting out of the car, eyes never leaving the angel. Castiel looked bent door and peered into the car," Samuel, I will need you to pull down your pants and undergarments."

"What?! Dean growled out from the other side of the car. Benny and Kevin quickly got out of the Impala and joined Charlie who was off to the side, watching.

"Do not worry Dean," Castiel reassured," I only mean to deliver Sam and your child."

"I don't think so," Dean snapped.

"Dean there isn't any time to waste," Castiel replied.

"Then zap us to the hospital!" Dean retorted.

"It wouldn't be safe for Sam or the child!" Castiel yelled.

Sam let out a loud, long painful shriek before shouting," Shut up! Cas…I'm ready, get this baby out of me!"

Castiel peered in the backseat, Sam had gotten rid of his pants and was laying down, legs propped up and apart from the other. Dean slipped into backseat behind Sam and took his hand," No funny business, Cas."

Castiel nodded before getting closer," I need you to start pushing."

Sam begin to push, squeezing Dean's hand hard and letting out a long painful howl. Dean placed a small kiss on Sam's sweaty head as he whispered words of encouragement. Castiel gave them updates every few minutes until they heard the sound of an infant crying.

"Congratulations," Castiel said looking down at the newborn who quickly stopped crying and stared back at him," It's a girl."

"Can we hold her," Sam whispered as Dean helped him sit up.

Castiel nodded, quickly covering the child in his overcoat before handing her over to Sam. Sam and Dean gazed at her in wonder. Even though she was still slimy, she was perfect. Ten fingers and toes, green eyes, and a little bit of golden fuzz on the top of her little head.

"Hello Emma, we're your parents," Dean muttered softly, memorizing every single last thing about his daughter.