The Day You Were BornAuthor:
I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of this.Fandom(s):
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/SupernaturalRating:
Buffy Summers/Dean WinchesterPrompt:
Table #3 prompt 04. Got me begging for mercy at Route 66: Destination SunnydaleSpoilers:
SPN season 3 general, BtVS post ChosenSummary:
Dean is terrified, because its just him and Buffy and he’s no so sure he knows what he’s doing.Author’s Notes:
So here it is, the last one, and the one idea that didn’t come to me till the last possible second. I am so glad it did though because this was one of my favorites to write. First off, the only thing I know about the topic is what I’ve seen on TV so any inaccuries are mine. Lastly, the title is very special to me, I have had this teddy bear since I was 6 that says “God danced the day you were born.” I love that thing. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
“I can’t do this,” Buffy breathed out raggedly shaking her head back and forth her eyes wide and desperate. Tears were mingling on her cheeks with sweat and her skin, normally golden, seemed pale.
“Yes you can.” Dean gritted out trying to hide the desperation in his voice his hand just squeezing hers back just as tightly. His hand hurt but she wasn’t breaking bones, that’s how much pain she was in, she couldn’t even focus her strength.
“I can’t.” her cry turned into a yell as her upper body practically shot off the ground and Dean curved around her, his back against the stone wall of the abandoned building and his free arm slipping around her shoulders.
“You can babe, I’m right here with you.” He whispered to her softly “Remember you can do anything, your Superman only hotter with breasts.” He pressed a kiss to her neck his hand rubbing small circles into the skin of her arm.
She shook her head eyes slipping closed and breathed out “I’m scared Dean, I’m so scared.”
Dean held her tighter his voice rough “Me too.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath pressing another kiss to her skin this time to her forehead “Okay Sunshine, lets do this.” He moved away from her still connected by her hand gripping his and moved down in between her legs. Her knees were drawn back and her skirt was bunched around her waist.
Dean knew if what he would see there if he looked. He had been forced to watch enough birthing videos to know that the head should be crowning.
It terrified him, and not because nothing that big should come out of an area that small.
It made his skin crawl and bile form in his throat because it was his, the head, the kid, the life. It was his and he had a responsibility and damn it they weren’t in a hospital surrounded by machines and trained professionals, they weren’t even at home with his lame-o psychic brother and bad ass powerful red head witch Willow.
No, instead they were outside of an abandoned building that some demon tribe had dragged Buffy to so that they could kill the weakened Slayer and her child, their child. Now, the tribe was just bits and pieces of demonic flesh that had been carved out my Dean’s knife and blown to pieces by the Colt but it didn’t matter.
It was just Dean with Buffy and he was terrified he was going to screw something up. That he was going to let Buffy down, that he was going to let his kid down before it was even born.
He was trying to remember all the little crap Sam had been reading over with the girls, contractions and pushing and catching a wriggling little body without dropping it. All he could remember though was panic, and to take off his relatively clean jacket and set it aside cause the thing had to be wrapped in something.
Buffy’s screams echoed in his ears until it was all he heard and the sight before him inspired less fear and more all around numbness. Dean had never played football but he could catch pretty well and the knife he always carried came in handy.
Dean remembered the videos. He remembered to use the jacket to wipe off all the slim that stuck to the small blotchy body, its cried mingling with Buffy’s. He remembered enough to strip off his out shirt and wrap the baby in it because the jacket didn’t look too sanitary anymore. He remembered enough to use his hands to gently clear the baby rose and mouth so that it could breath and cry louder.
He remembered enough to know that the lack of any small dangly parts meant he had a girl.
He remembered enough to cradle the head against his bicep and not flex as he fell back at Buffy’s side and her head rested on his shoulder to gaze at their girl, their daughter.
He remembered enough to fall in love with the wrinkly looking face gazing up at him.
He remembered enough to pass Little Miss Winchester over to her Mama cause the sick feeling was coming again and things were kind of spinning around him. His heart was too loud in his chest and his hands were shaking now
He was still terrified, but he remembered enough to know that in all the years he had cared for Sam he hadn’t really screwed up and he couldn’t this time, not with her, not with them, his girls.