Holy shit.

Holy shit.

I screamed, gripping the bedsheets.

"Oh god. Just breathe?"

"You don't sound very confident Sam." I grit out.

"I've never delivered a baby before." He shot back in a panic.

Oh my gods. I couldn't do this.

This was worse than when my neck was broken, than literally any kind of pain I'd ever felt. "Yeah well I've never given birth, how do you think I feel?!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Wait wait! I think I see the head."

"Why the fuck are you telling me to wait?!"

"Just push, Maverick."

A burning pain seared into my shoulder, and I didn't think I could scream any louder. What the shit was that?!

A baby's cry echoed around the concrete room and an overwhelming feeling of relief swept over me, I collapsed against the bed, barely conscious as I watched Sam cut the umbilical cord with a hunting knife.

He carefully carried him over to me, placing the newborn on my chest.

Sam did offer me a little dignity, by pulling one of the discarded top sheets over the top of me, until I was decently covered.

"Do you need anything?"

"Strongest pain meds I can get." I adjusted, making sure to mind the little boy's head.

He was real.

Tangible.

Oh my gods.

I just had a baby.

Holy shit, I was gonna be a mom.

Sam and I had spent the better part of the last month reading up on anything and everything about home birth and breastfeeding.

After they learned who the father was, we thought it might be a better idea to have the birth here, under the protective wards. Who knew what happened when the child of an Original was born.

So, we prepped the infirmary, ensuring anything that could go wrong, we had a backup plan for. "I need the bracelet."

Sam grabbed it off the beside table and helped me secure it to the still screeching baby's tiny wrist. "This is normal, he should calm down in a second."

"Maybe he needs to eat?"

He nodded, and helped. I don't know how I could've done this by myself if I didn't have the Winchesters.

I would have been caught, probably, by Klaus.

This would definitely take some getting used to, but my kid seemed to know what he was doing better than I did.

"Dean! The baby!" Sam called and I glared at him when it made the baby in question cry. I took him off, bringing the blanket up to cover the both of us and cuddled my newborn.

The door to the infirmary pushed open and Dean poked his head in. "Did something happen?"

"Look Dean." I shifted just enough for my son to lay on my chest. "He made it."

He stepped further into the room, and took another step, and another, and another until he stood on the side of my bed. "What's the stuff on his head?"

"Amniotic fluid." It was kind of gross. "It's what's in the egg sack with the baby."

Dean withdrew his hand.

"We read something that said it was healthy to keep the baby covered in the stuff for a little while. It's supposed to help his immune system." Sam explained.

"Don't they give them baths at the hospitals?"

"Yes, in sanitary, clean hospitals, not our bunker."

"We're gonna give him a minute in the outside world and then he'll get a bath, but for now, he's getting skin to skin, which I read is an important first step when babies are born, so they can bond with their mom, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense, because he just spent nine months in my stomach. There's not much closer he can get."

It was so strange to have a little human, to see his back moving up and down as he breathed.

He was here and he was mine.

"Do you have any idea what you're gonna name the kid?"

"I was thinking Bennett." It was after Bonnie, she helped hide him, protect him. I never would've been able to leave Mystic Falls without her.

"Bennett Mikaelson?"

"I don't- I haven't decided if I'm gonna tell him about his dad yet. I thought I'd know what to do by the time he was born, but I'm just as lost as I was when I found out I was having him."

Dean was clearly uncomfortable. Then his brow furrowed and he touched Bennett's shoulder. "What's that?"

I shifted, his head was in the way. "What the hell."

It was if someone had branded my poor baby, used some kind of Y with a line through the the middle. And beside it there was an I.

Sam rounded the bed to see for himself, and touched the symbol. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was a rune."

"What kind of rune?" I had a bad feeling about this. Would Klaus have put some kind of curse on me, how could he have possibly known?! 

Wait. "Check my shoulder."

"Why?" Dean's brow furrowed.

"Just fucking check. I felt something when I was giving birth but I wasn't thinking too much about it. It's the same shoulder he's got a rune on."

Sam helped me sit up, and they both craned to look.

"Same thing, you're just missing the second line."

Motherfucker.

I moved to get up, carefully cradling little Bennett to my chest.

"Woah, where are you going?" Sam held his hands out to stop me, but I slapped one of them away. 

"Help me or I'll do it myself. I'm figuring out what this rune is and why it's on my damn baby."