S7 pregnant Sam going into labor while at the mental hospital during The Born Again Identity 👀👀👀
😱😱😱😱😱😱 anon, you are after my own heart 😍
Hallucifer taunting Sam the whole pregnancy-- about whether he's even really pregnant; about whether the baby is really Dean's; about how fucked up and fucked over this kid will be; about how Sam's body is insufficient; about how Sam wants it to be Lucifer's anyway, doesn't he; about how Sam let Lucifer in---
And Sam can't take it anymore. He's trying so hard to make it long enough to have this baby---maybe she'll be real enough to fix him. But he needs sleep so bad and he hasn't been able to eat and he's so strung out nothing seems real anymore but Lucifer. He leaves the motel just to take a walk---curb walk, to promote labor, or at least wear him out---but it turns into yet another perpetual lurch for distance between him and Hallucifer. Sam still says yes to the drug dealer, because he's desperate; and whether or not the baby is real, he figures pills are the least of its problems---
And when even that doesn't work, and Sam ends up in the hospital after walking into traffic---with soft cuffs holding him to the bed as they tend his injuries and check the baby's vitals; CPS worker waiting in the wing with the cop that accompanied him in---Lucifer laughs hysterically about the awful thing Sam has done to "our baby." And Sam wants to gag, but doesn't even have the energy to vomit.
When Dean finally finds him, he's pissed about the security detail on Sam's room, but he's also pissed about the pills and his rant turns into Lucifer's matter of fact commentary on how much easier Dean's life would be without Sam and this baby. It doesn't stop until Dean presses hard into the bandage on Sam's palm, and Sam blinks at him, trying to see him clearer than Lucifer. When Dean sets off, promising to find Sam a healer, kissing Sam's forehead and his belly like it might be the last time, Lucifer congratulates Dean on the perfect excuse to leave. 'Don't worry, Dean, I've got it covered. Looks like I'm the man of the house, now,' Lucifer says with his cutesy little shrug.
Sam doesn't really notice his contractions at first. He's in so much pain and fatigue they don't register. But when he's helping Marin, she notices in the middle of his episode---how tight his belly is getting in regular intervals; how even the shape of it changes; the altered rhythm of his breathing. Sam lights her brother's bracelet on fire as Lucifer pulls a bloody umbilical cord from Sam's body like a mime with a rope, and the next thing Sam knows the orderlies are holding him down, his throat hurts from screaming, and they're telling him his water broke.
They make him keep the soft cuffs on--hands and feet--through the onset of labor, despite how much he begs to be able to walk around or even move his legs. The pain isn't even that bad, comparatively, so it doesn't really matter that they don't give him anything for it; but Sam is restless and scared, and the alarms on his vitals start shrieking when a black-eyed nurse grins up at him and tells him to push on the next contraction.
They turn off the machines, and it's just Sam's screams of NO down an empty corridor as he tries not to push but his body bears down anyway.
Sam swears the baby is born in a flash of unnatural light, and Lucifer holds up their horned, yellow-eyed child and says, in Dean's voice, "Sammy, look at our perfect baby girl."
"No! No, no, no," Sam panics, dread filling him, trying to scramble away as he swells with milk and Lucifer brings the sharp-toothed baby closer.
Then another Lucifer is holding him down, and Sam's pain burns a path through him, seeking its way out. And then it's not Lucifer touching him---it's Cas. And it's not Lucifer holding Sam's demon baby, it's Dean holding their blue-eyed, bald daughter.
"Dean?!" Sam exclaims, but before he can breathe in relief, Dean's handing him their baby and helping Meg restrain Cas as he tries to attack Sam and the baby.
"Don't kill him!" Sam begs---he still can't find it in himself to hate Cas for what's happened and he doesn't deserve to die for what he's hallucinating. "It's just Lucifer. It's not his fault!"
"Not his fault?! Sam---"
"Hey!" Meg interrupts. "It doesn't matter, we still might need him." She gives Dean a significant look, and Sam frowns, wondering what deal Dean made with her just to save him.
The thought scares him, but not as much as it floods him with love to realize Dean really had saved him---again; still.
They barely get Castiel restrained in a straitjacket with angel warding before Sam has to push out the afterbirth, and the bloody mess of it is nothing like the things Lucifer had been showing him. He realizes they still need to clamp the umbilical cord and cut it, and Meg suggests that she can take care of that for them. Sam all too easily imagines the ways a demon might want to 'take care' of it.
"We're good " Dean says, in sync with Sam, and grabs the clamps and scissors.
They leave the hospital without registering the live birth of babygirl "Smith," dodging CPS and the cops easily thanks to Castiel's earlier smiting, but stop at another hospital a couple states away to get Sam and the baby checked out. Despite the fact it's been nearly ten days without sleep, Sam still can't seem to let himself sleep until they've made it there and Dean's warded the place for demons.
The next three days, Sam barely wakes up for anything more than eating and nursing the baby. Dean tries to let him sleep through a couple feedings, but she cries instead of taking the bottle. So Sam wakes up to Dean helping their daughter latch onto his tit a few times. He's too exhausted to even make a show of complaining.
