Kyla lay on the hospital bed, and she took a deep breath.

"Ow!" She said, squeezing Dean's hand.

Dean kissed her forehead. "You're going to be fine, sweetheart. I'm here."

Kyla smiled. "It's good to know. Contractions hurt. You're lucky you don't have to go through this."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am."

Kyla made another noise of hurt, and squeezed his hand again, Sam coming in with the video camera.

"Which angle do you want me to get it from?" Sam asked.

"What? No." Dean said.

"Whatever angle you want to get it from." Kyla replied.

Dean gave her a look. "Excuse me?"

Kyla squeezed his hand and squeezed her eyes shut, the contractions taking her full attention.

"Every since we were little, Kyla always talked about taping her kid's birth." Sam explained. "So here I am, with the camera, because she said I'd have to tape it for her."

"I'm sure back then she had no idea what that meant. You're not taping it." Dean told him.

Kyla laughed. "Dean--he's married. I'm not in love with him, and he's not in love with me. Who cares if he videotapes the baby coming out of me?"

Dean was about to answer when the doctor came in, the nurse just listening to us.

"How far are we?" He asked.

"Nine centimeters." The nurse told him.

He nodded. "We're gonna have to start you pushing soon, Kyla."

Kyla nodded, the sweat on her brow not really getting to her anymore.

"The sooner I get him out, the sooner the pain stops, right?" She asked, cringing a little, breathing.

The doctor smiled. "That's the idea."

He put gloves on and sat at the foot of the hospital bed in a chair, Sam filming some more, and Bianca out in the waiting room. Bianca hadn't wanted to come in and witness the birth, so she was out with Kyla's parents, Kyla's little sister coming into the room with another camera, just as the doctor was getting ready.

"He taking my job?" Aidan asked.

Kyla smiled a little. "Not at all. I just more than one angle."

Dean sighed. "You're insane."

Kyla nodded. "I know. OH MY GOD!"

The doctor supported her legs, and then he told her to push, and she did, screaming a little as she did. She felt everything. She burned all over--hurt all over. Every part of her body was focusing on pushing out a little person.

"This isn't as easy as it looks." Kyla said, leaning her head back. "I can't do this."

Dean ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her head.

"Yes you can, sweetheart. You can do anything." Dean told her.

Kyla cried a little, the doctor telling her she was going to need to push soon, and she just nodded.

"Yeah." She said. "It burns everywhere."

"You can do it, Ku-Ku." Aidan told her.

She chuckled a little. "Thank you for the confidence, Nadia."

Aidan smiled. "Anytime."

"All're going to need to push now." The doctor said.

Kyla nodded, sitting up a bit more, and squeezing Dean's hand as she pushed and yelled at the same time.

"Can't it be over yet?!?" She asked angrily and exhaustedly. "Why did I have to be stubborn and do this naturally?!?"

"It's all right, Honey." Dean said.

"One more push, Kyla. The baby's crowned. We just need to get past the shoulders, okay?" The doctor told her.

Kyla nodded. "Yeah. Okay. I can do this."

"That's my girl." Dean said, kissing her head.

They waited a couple minutes before the doctor told her to push again, and this time it was all worth it--the baby came out and started to cry. Kyla started to cry herself, Dean cutting the umbilical cord when Kyla told him to, and then the doctors wrapped the baby and handed it to her, Dean and Kyla laughing and crying at the same time.

"Congratulations on your healthy baby boy." The doctor said, Dean kissing Kyla softly.

"He has your eyes." Kyla told Dean.

Dean smiled, and they talked to the baby a little as he cried.


After the baby was cleaned off and re-wrapped, Dean rocked him and Kyla dozed off a little as the others came in to look at him.

"He's beautiful." Bianca said, Kyla's mother taking him happily from Dean.

"He has your eyes, most definitely." Kyla's father told Dean, who smiled.

"But he has your nose, Sweetheart." Kyla's mother told her husband.

Kyla's father chuckled. "I suppose that's true."

"Have you picked out a name yet?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "I'm letting Mommy sleep for now. We'll give him a name when she's lucid."

Kyla laughed tiredly. "That's a good idea. Otherwise his name will end up 'Hogarth' or 'Gertrude'."

Dean smiled. "Probably."

"We'll let you rest, Sweetheart." Kyla's mother said. "Your father and I have to catch our plane soon anyways."

Aidan nodded. "I'm off with them. I have school tomorrow."

Kyla kissed them all before they left, and told Aidan to edit the tape and send it to her. Bianca sat on Sam's lap, and Kyla fell back asleep, Dean cradling the baby, and sitting next to Sam.

The baby just looked up at him with bright eyes, and Dean smiled. This little boy was his son. He had been created with love, and would never not be loved. Dean wanted to be part of his son's life--always.

"Shouldn't you guys be off to your honeymoon?" Dean asked.

Bianca smiled. "Soon. We want to see the happy family together again first."

Dean smiled. "Don't worry. The three of us are perfect."

Sam and Bianca left after a couple hours to catch their plane, and Dean set the baby down in the hospital crib, and lay on the hospital bed, stroking Kyla's hair. She smiled as she lay there, and without opening her eyes, began to talk to him.

"I love you." She said.

Dean smiled. "I love you too."

"We're parents." She whispered, opening her eyes.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, we are."

"What are we gonna name him?" Kyla asked, stroking Dean's hair.

For a moment the two of them just looked at each other, sorry they had ever been apart. After everything, Dean wished he'd never not been on board. He couldn't think of a better mother for his children, and she couldn't think of a better father for hers. She knew he'd step up. Knew he'd work to be part of her life.

"I forgive you." She said suddenly.

He smiled and kissed her. "I had hoped you would."

"How about Jonathon?" Kyla asked.

Dean smiled. "I'd like that."

"We'll call him Johnny for short." She said. "And...could his middle name be Samuel?"

Dean chuckled. "Of course. This is a beautiful ending."

Kyla grinned. "It's a beautiful beginning, you Silly Boy. And by the way...will you marry me?"