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 “Dean!” Sam began yelling for his older brother. When he finally entered the room that you and Sam shared, the younger Winchester continued. “Go start the car, she’s going into labor.” “Oh shit.” Dean stood for a moment, wide-eyed, until you let out another painful cry. That snapped him out of his daze and he ran to grab his keys and start the Impala. While this was happening, Sam helped you up and held you while you walked slowly, occasionally screaming from the painful contractions. You sat in the back seat of the Impala and Sam crawled in beside you. “Dean, hurry.” “Sam, IR