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Sam is an utter wreck, pacing outside of a hospital room. The wolf is agitated, barely calmed by the presence of his brother and mate. Lydia is ill, violently, terribly ill. It had started a week ago and finally progressed to the point where she’d passed out in their bathroom after vomiting most of the day. She was badly dehydrated and weak and Sam was terrified. He couldn’t even smell what was wrong with her, only that she was in pain and afraid.
Specialists are called in, one after another, and no one will give the younger Winchester a definitive answer, much less let him see his fiancee for nearly a full day.
Finally, finally at the end of the day, Sam is allowed in to see Lydia. She’s stable, an IV restoring lost fluids and medication helping to calm the severe nausea. He doesn’t even notice the doctor, all he can see is how pale and how small she looks in the bed and he can’t hold her, not completely.
“Mr. Winchester.. Sam.” The doctor smiles briefly at the rattled Alpha. “You’re going to have a baby.”
Only Dean’s very quick reflexes keep his shocked younger brother from hitting the floor.
Specialists are called in, one after another, and no one will give the younger Winchester a definitive answer, much less let him see his fiancee for nearly a full day.
Finally, finally at the end of the day, Sam is allowed in to see Lydia. She’s stable, an IV restoring lost fluids and medication helping to calm the severe nausea. He doesn’t even notice the doctor, all he can see is how pale and how small she looks in the bed and he can’t hold her, not completely.
“Mr. Winchester.. Sam.” The doctor smiles briefly at the rattled Alpha. “You’re going to have a baby.”
Only Dean’s very quick reflexes keep his shocked younger brother from hitting the floor.
