In the midst of a war-torn country, Dean Winchester was a soldier fighting on the front lines, desperate to get back home to his wife, Y/N, who was due to give birth to their child any day now. Every moment spent away from her felt like an eternity, and Dean's heart ached with the need to hold her close and be there for the birth of their child.

Y/N, back at their home, tried to stay strong as she awaited Dean's return, her belly swollen with the promise of new life. She spent hours staring at the clock, counting down the days and hours until her husband would finally be back by her side. Every kick from the baby reminded her of Dean's absence, and she found herself talking to the little one, telling them stories about their brave father who was fighting to come home to them.

Meanwhile, Dean was doing everything in his power to make his way back to Y/N. The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the uncertainty of war made it difficult for him to predict when he would finally be able to return home. But he refused to give up hope, clinging to the thought of Y/N and their child waiting for him with open arms.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dean's unit was granted leave, and he wasted no time in boarding a plane back home. The journey was long and grueling, filled with delays and setbacks, but he pushed through, fueled by the thought of finally getting back to Y/N.

When Dean finally arrived at their home, he practically ran to the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he knocked frantically. Y/N opened the door, her eyes widening in shock and joy as she saw her husband standing there

"Dean!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. "You made it home!"

Dean held her tightly, burying his face in her hair as he murmured words of love and longing. "I couldn't miss this for anything in the world," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Together, they made their way to the hospital, hand in hand excited for the baby’s arrival