Dean had gone off about ten minutes ago. In that time the doctor had come in and Sol had asked for drugs. She was afraid that she might've broken Dean's hand with that last squeeze that she had given him. Oops. The doctor had also told her that she was at seven centimeters and that it shouldn't be very much longer. Whatever that meant.
When she was alone again she started to panic a little. Where was everyone? How long does it take Dean to get some freaking ice chips? She didn't even want ice chips. She wanted everyone here. Since she didn't want to break Dean's hand she wanted Faith to hold her hand and Em to mop her brow and Sam to keep Dean calm. That's how she pictured all of this going.
Then she heard what sounded like some people coming down the hallway. Smiling wide once she saw Em, Faith and Sam coming through the door. Sol just nodded at Em and she said, "I'm not sure how far apart they are. Dean left. I think he had forgotten to call Xand." Sam came over and sat by the bed and took Sol's hand. "Can I get you anything?" He asked. She shook her head and squeezed his hand lightly before letting it go. She didn't want both brothers to get broken hands.
"Faith, c'mere. You're going to have to be the hand holder until my drugs kick in. I think I might've broken Daddy's hand." She gave a 'oops' face before looking around at all of them. "Can someone see what's keeping Dean?" Then a big contraction hit Sol and she was curling up in the fetal position. She felt Emily rubbing her back.