Two Men and A Little Baby

(Wanna give a big thanks to Ezri-Candy for being SO cool in letting me know I missed a disclaimer requirement. Nicely done!)


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Motel 6 in Enid, Oklahoma. It was the first decent place they'd come across on the road in days and after fighting that pissed off, soul-sucking jerk of a ghost, both boys decided they could use the rest for a couple of days. Dean drove the Impala up to the front of the rooms and got out while Sam unloaded the duffels and whatever else they needed to warrant a good night's sleep for once. Dean glanced over his shoulder as Sammy leaned against the car with their things sitting on the hood, waiting, and he tapped the bell. An older, gray-haired man appeared who Dean thought had more lines on his face than a freakin' map. He seemed more grumpy at being disturbed this late at night than anything.

"Whaddya want?" the old fart grumbled and Dean's charming, sarcastic nature leapt to the forefront.

"Ice cream in the Sahara," he shot back, that ever-present smirk on his face when the old man eyed him suspiciously. "A room, what else?" he finally caved and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "How much?"

It was then that the older man glanced past Dean and saw the younger one standing outside. If his face had lines before, now they were practically ditches with the frown that glared back at Dean.

"We don't take to your kind here, boy, this town's got morals," he sneered, which implied to Dean that the both of them had nothing close to it. Dean glanced back to Sam, who shrugged and gave a slight wave, no doubt wondering what the hell was taking so long.

"Listen up, old man," Dean growled. "One, we're brothers...and two, if you got any morals, why do I hear gay porn in the background over there?" Dean sneered in response this time, mocking the old man as he gestured toward the back living room...which did indeed have porn going but he had no way of knowing if it was gay or not. Dean took great enjoyment in watching the old man fumble with the sign-in book, fake credit card he scanned and the keys, handing them over without another smart-ass word from his dried up lips. "Pleasure doin' business with you," Dean quipped with that trademark smirk as he held up the keys and walked out the door.

"What the hell took you so long?" Sam grumped the minute Dean walked outside and hefted his bag onto one shoulder, with Sam hefting his as well. "Same old crap," Dean muttered and glared back at Sam when he heard quiet laughter. "Not funny, Sam!" Dean snarked this time and huffed as he walked down the way, stuck the key into room number 17. "I still say you're overcompensating," Sam teased and burst out laughing when Dean slammed his duffel on the rickety table and grabbed Sam's collar, dragging his laughing ass inside, slamming the door shut. "Overcompensate this, bitch!" Dean growled and flipped Sam off, even as he laughed and Dean muttered on his way to the bathroom. "Dibs on shower, you get the food."

The bathroom door slammed but it didn't stop Sam from laughing even as he grabbed the keys and locked up as he went out and down to the restaurant he'd seen on their way in. The closest one was a place aptly named 'Wings To Go' and he figured that was as good a place as any. He fished out what money he had in his pocket and ordered what was close enough to that and would let them both sleep on a full stomach for once in their lives. It wasn't a really long wait before he walked out with food in hands and back to the Motel, set the bags on the table that barely held the duffels and by then, the bathroom door opened.

"Oh, that smells damn good!" Dean exclaimed, suddenly in a much better mood now that he was cleaner. "Yeah, well, save some for me, will you?" Sam warned, nudging Dean's shoulder with his, receiving an actual grin and a nod. The steam still filled the bathroom but there were clean towels left and Sam peeled off the ash-covered clothes, complete with a few blood spots and turned on the hot water. Thankfully, Dean left him a few minutes of that at least. Long enough to work off a little stress under the hot spray that he'd been needing to do for some time now.

Dean was still sitting at the table in his towel when Sam walked out in one as well, barbecue sauce smeared in one corner of his lip. Sam chuckled softly and walked over, grabbed a napkin and handed it to Dean. "Dude, don't gross me out before I even get one of those," Sam chided playfully, earning a good-natured swat on his toweled ass, making him jump. Sam reciprocated by aiming the palm of his hand against the back of Dean's head, just about the time he went to take a drink and he laughed when he nearly sputtered it across the room. "Sam!" Dean yelled but Sam ignored the reprimand and finally just sat down across from his brother, digging for the 'Wings To Go' treasure he'd spotted and bought two of, one of which Dean had already devoured, from the looks of things. Finding what he wanted, Sam leaned back in the chair and finished off his food in no time.

"Whaddya wanna watch on tv tonight, Sam?" Dean asked through a stuffed mouth, to which Sam rolled his eyes. "I don't know, anything, I guess. Just no porn, please. Last time you watched that crap, I had that triple D breasted woman in my head for days!" Dean nearly choked again, through laughter this time and only after he swallowed down his food did he shoot a wide, beaming smile across the table at his brother. "And what's wrong with that, Sammy? I thought you might learn a little something!" Sam tossed the bones down into the growing pile and got another barbecue wing, waving it as he gestured. "Yeah, right, like a woman wearing watermelons on her chest impresses me to sleep with her." Again, Sam rolled his eyes in complete Sam fashion, to which Dean replied. "Aw, c'mon, Sammy, show some adventure! Besides, you don't know what those babies can do to you when she's got your..." Sam held up a hand quickly, a hard look on his face that even Dean couldn't ignore. "Dude! Way TMI!" Dean snickered to himself as he reached into the bag and gestured as Sam had with his own piece of chicken. "You don't know what you're missing, Sammy." By this time, Sam was more than annoyed and muttered, "I'll take my chances."

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Dean awoke in his bed to the familiar sound he'd known for months on end while Dad was gone off hunting something or other.

"Aw, Sammy, c'mon...li'l dude, seriously, I just fed you a couple hours ago," Dean groaned, one hand shoving a pillow over his head just to keep what little bit of sleep he still clung to.

Sam, having heard Dean's voice over anything else, groaned as well and shifted, turning on his side as he listened to what Dean was saying. "Dean, not a baby anymore, what the hell're you dreamin' about?"

Sam no more asked that when the two boys realized that the sound was coming from outside the motel room door! Sam was on his feet in an instant, while a sleepy Dean lingered behind his younger brother when the door opened. The sight that greeted them left them both out of breath and speechless, at least for about two minutes.

"Somebody shut that kid up!" someone yelled from down the way and Dean's instincts kicked in, leaving him to yell back harder. "Somebody oughta shut you up!"

The yelling only made the baby cry harder and Sam, with a heart of gold, reached down and picked the kid up, holding it close against his chest with little noises made to shush the crying child. He turned wide, blue-green eyes over to his brother, expectantly and Dean backed up further into the motel room. "Dude, don't even look at me, I don't know what to do with babies!" Dean argued and his voice caused the baby to cry even harder, making Sam and Dean both wince at the sound. Sam leaned down and picked up the carseat before Dean kicked the door closed, muffling the sound, hopefully, from the other residents. Sam continued to hold the baby against his chest, bouncing slightly and making those quiet, shushing noises.

And it was working, Dean noticed. "Sam, how'd you know to do that?" Sam looked up from the soft, blonde hair that curled on the child's head. "Do what?" Dean gestured to the baby and answered, "You know...that!" Dean gestured to Sam, who held the baby against his chest, rocking the child in his arms, shushing her over and over. "Yeah, well...Jess did some babysitting sometimes for a little extra money," Sam explained as he sat down on the foot of the bed, wincing at the sounds of the child crying for what Sam thought might be hunger. "We gotta get this kid some food," Sam said as he looked up to Dean, who was pacing furiously by now. "What the hell would some woman be thinkin', droppin' off her newborn kid at some cheesy-ass motel room?!" Dean grumbled to himself as he glanced toward Sam and the infant wrapped in his arms. "Dean..." Sam said, getting his older brother's attention. "We gotta see if there's a grocery open this time of night."

Dean tugged on his jeans, slid both bare feet in his boots and grabbed his wallet as he turned to Sam, who'd handed the sniffling child off to his older brother. "Just hold the head up...right, like that. Let me get dressed, I'll hold the kid the rest of the way." Dean tried, he really did but the entire time he held the kid, that baby squalled like the end of the world was coming. When Sam offered to take the kid back, Dean sank with relief and walked out with Sam to the Impala, searching for a country store that might be open at two in the morning.

Finally, they were in luck and happened upon a store that had about an hour left before closing. Sam handed the wailing bundle to Dean, much to his chagrin, before he rushed inside, grabbing everything he could think of. Canned milk, pacifiers, diapers, wipes, onesies, bottles, even asking the tired cashier at the counter about anything else he'd need for taking care of his 'newborn child'. She looked over the items and swore he had it taken care of so he handed off the fake credit card, which Sam swore would damn them all to hell, and carried the bags back out to the car. He'd hardly set foot inside before Dean shoved the squalling child off to his younger brother and let the Impala roar to life, which had settled the baby, oddly enough. Content with that, thinking the kid would undoubtedly sleep now, Dean took the long way around to the Motel.

When they arrived, Dean shut off the engine and turned to tell Sammy they were 'home' but he stopped short at seeing that big, tall and lanky frame spread out over the seat with a tiny baby laid up against his chest, probably falling asleep among the sound of his little brother's heartbeat and the rumbling of the engine. Dean smirked and opened the door, got out and closed it quietly, opened the back door and took the bags in both hands, then closed that door just as quietly. As he neared Sam's side, he rapped gently on the window and when Sam's dark, blue-green eyes opened in recognition, he got out carefully and followed Dean back inside the Motel room.

"Dean, take the bottle and nipples outta the bag, open the can and fill the bottle halfway with that canned milk, then fill the other half with water," Sam instructed in a quiet, tender sounding voice that Dean had never heard before. He eyed Sam a moment but then, since they wouldn't have much time before the baby storm began, he did as he was told. "How long, Sammy?" Dean asked once he had the object in the microwave. "I don't know," Sam replied, standing up now to keep the baby jostled long enough. "Just...I don't know, just let it run for about ten seconds each, take it out, shake it and test it by squeezing the nipple over your wrist, and see how hot the milk is." Dean turned a completely disgusted look in his brother's direction but Sam only laughed quietly, shaking his head, then turned and let the neon lights shine down on the baby's face.

"I think it's a girl," Sam said softly from where he was, with Dean walking up behind him, handing off the bottle. When Sam sat on the bed, he eased the bottle down to the baby's face, both boys seemed to have that soft, broken-hearted look in their eyes when the infant leaned its little head up, suckling against the nipple as if it were starving! "Easy, li'l one, easy now," Sam cooed to the babe, wincing at the hard suckling sound. The last thing they wanted was for the baby to get sick. The soft sounds of the baby feeding had finally gentled enough that the brothers were content enough to watch without worry.

"How do you know it's a girl?" Dean said as he sat next to Sammy, when he thought the baby would be settled enough for him to speak again. He felt it as Sammy shrugged. "I don't know, but all that Jess would take in was girls, she just sounds like one." Dean nodded and leaned over, pulled back the sagging diaper and made a horrific face, to which Sam burst out laughing yet again. "UGH! Girl, definitely!" Dean huffed, leaving Sam laughing even as he shifted the baby carefully over into Dean's lap, showing him how to hold the bottle before he reached into the bag to open the diapers. "What the hell are you doin?" Dean hissed and Sam looked up to Dean for a minute, then back to the happy baby in his older brother's arms. "Changing her, Dean, what does it look like?" Dean made an even worse face and Sam snickered, leaning away as Dean banged his shoulder against his. "Shut up, dude, least it's not a boy, she can't piss to the moon like you used to do all over Dad!" Sam teased, his shoulder banging into Dean's in response.

"Quit it, you're gonna piss her off," Dean grumbled as Sam undid the onesie and pulled off the saturated diaper, replacing it easily with a new one. The little girl seemed to settle even more once Sam had her onesie buttoned back up and when the bottle was empty, Sam reached for her. "Here, let me see," he said quietly and Dean, not knowing what else to do, let his younger brother work his magic. He watched, amazed, as Sam lifted the tiny infant up onto his shoulder and patted her back gently, enough that she let out a good, hearty belch that had Dean laughing in response. "I sure hope this ain't my kid," Dean laughed as Sam shook his head and stood up, then took a seat on the bed with his back to the headboard. "What're you doing now?" Dean asked as he climbed up beside Sam, watching those big, dark eyes of the little girl who had her head cocked toward him with a strange smile. "You'll see," Sam whispered and kept patting the baby's back, bouncing ever so slightly, even as Dean watched her little eyes flutter closed after awhile. "That's all there is to it?" Dean said, taking care to whisper this time and Sam nodded. "Wow!"