Dean wasn't sure he knew what she meant, but that hardly mattered when he noticed the trickle of fluid running down her leg. "Oh shit. It's time?" She didn't just pee herself? No, he wouldn't even suggest that.
He froze for a second as his mind went through all the things they said on TV or in the movies. Boil water. Clean linens. Screaming.
Then he pushed it all out and fell to what he'd been reading. He was prepared for this. He had prepared for this, knowing it was coming soon. He held up a finger, and darted back out of the room. It only took him a second before he came back with a bag. And a couple of towels.
"Do you want pants or do you want to like that?" Except dry. He stepped up and began drying off her legs. Not expecting her to want to move too much until.
Dean swore he'd freak out later. After he got her to the hospital.