"I'm going as fast as I can!" He yelled and gripped the steering wheel. He remembered Emily telling them that they had to remain calm, mostly Dean himself. If he got thrown off, that was just gonna stress out Sol. Emily read too many books, that was the problem with her. Finally when Dean took a deep breath, he nodded and pressed on the gas pedal a little more. Besides, he wasn't really looking forward to her having the baby in the Impala either. Actually, he thought he should have probably put a towel down before she sat on his seats.
It wouldn't be long until they were at the hospital and she getting those drugs pumped into her.
"Yeah, I'll call him," he said and glanced over at her, but she gave him a 'what the hell are you looking at me for!? Drive!' so he looked back at the road, clenching his teeth while he did so.
Pulling into the hospital, he parked right out in front of the door. He saw the nurses waiting for her. Getting out quickly, he ran over to the other side and opened up the door for her. He helped her out and she plopped down on a wheelchair. Nothing was really hitting him yet. Alright, yes, his girlfriend was having their baby, but it still wasn't hitting him like he thought it was going to. All of the preparation and thought that they have been going through for just this moment? Didn't amount to any of it. It wasn't anything like he thought it was going to be.
He was nervous, scared, panicking, worried, excited, everything just rolled up into one. The nurses wheeled her in and he looked back at the car, knowing he had to park it.
"Baby, I'll be in, don't freakin' start without me!" He yelled out and ran back to the car and got in, driving off.