So this is my first Supernatural story and I'm really interested to know what you think. Should I continue?

I don't own Supernatural.

"John! John, wake up!" Mary said loudly as she shook her husband, trying to get him out of his deep sleep.

"Whatsgoinon?" John asked sleepily.

"I need to go to the hospital. My water broke. He's coming!"

John, who was suddenly much more awake and alert, jumped out of bed to help his wife out of bed and out to the car.

"Did you grab the bag?" Mary asked as she took deep breaths to try to calm herself down.

"Shit. Be right back," John said before running back into the house. Seconds later, the bag was in the back seat and they were off to the hospital.

John pulled up to the emergency room, where the staff immediately helped Mary out of the car and into the hospital. Not long after, John was at Mary's bedside, talking to her and trying to keep her calm.

After fourteen long hours, their son, Dean, was born. The doctor carefully placed Dean into Mary's waiting arms.

"He's finally here, John," Mary said, not taking her eyes off of her son.

"I know, baby. He's beautiful."

"Can we take your son for just a moment? We just want to get him cleaned up," one of the nurses asked after a few minutes. Mary reluctantly handed her son over to the nurses, but her eyes never left Dean. The nurses took Dean so they could get his measurements and get him all cleaned up.

"He's absolutely perfect," Mary said, finally looking back at John.

John quickly wiped away the tears from his own eyes and looked at his wife. "Just wait until his soulmate gets to meet him."

Mary sighed. "But then I'm going to have to let him go."

"You're going to have to let him go sometime, Mary. At least we have a long time until that happens."

"I still don't want to ever let him go," Mary said again.

Just then John and Mary noticed that the doctor had come back into the room and was looking at Dean. Mary immediately started to worry that something was wrong with her son.

"I'm sure it's nothing," John said reassuringly.

"But what if something's wrong?"

"Nothing's going to be wrong, Mary. I promise," John said, hoping that that was the case. He truly couldn't imagine how having something wrong with Dean would affect him, let alone Mary.

The doctor walked over with the nurses. One of the nurses gave Dean back to Mary. "We need to discuss some things," the doctor said and Mary was sure that she felt her heart drop.

"What's wrong with Dean?" Mary asked quietly.

"Nothing's wrong, exactly. At least not medically," the doctor added. "But it seems that Dean doesn't have a name."

"What do you mean he doesn't have a name?" John asked quickly. Mary on the other hand, was already trying to see Dean's wrist, and sure enough, just like the doctor said, there was no name on Dean's wrist. Mary felt the tears well up in her eyes. This couldn't be happening.

"I have no explanation for it, but it appears that your son doesn't have a name."

"What's that gonna mean for Dean?" John asked, noticing that Mary couldn't seem to bring herself to ask the doctor any questions.

"I really don't know. A name may show up later, but I don't really know. I've never heard of anything happening before. But as far as I can tell, Dean's completely fine otherwise," the doctor explained.

John didn't know what to think. Here was his beautiful son who didn't have a name on his wrist. Everyone else on the planet had a name on their wrist that corresponded to his or her soulmate. John stared down on his own wrist. He had know that he was going to be with Mary since he was able to read, but here was his son, who as of right now looked like he was going to be alone for most of his life.

"There's gotta be something you can do, doc," John pleaded. "Anything."

The doctor sighed. "There's nothing I can do. We just don't know that much about the names, and as far as we know, Dean is the only person without one. I'm really sorry Mr. Winchester, but there's nothing I can do."

"So my son's going to just be alone forever? That's what it's going to be?" John asked, starting to get angrier, although he wasn't sure if he was mad at the doctor or if he was just mad at God and the universe.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Winchester. I really am, and if there was anything I could do for you, anything at all, I would. But all I can say is that we're just going to have to wait and see what happens."

"Great. Just great."

"John," Mary said, quietly. "It's going to be ok."

"But Mary—"

"John, Dean is healthy, that's what matters, right? We'll get through this. Dean will, too."

John sighed. Mary was right, even if he didn't want to admit it.