The Pacifier
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 300
E/O Challenge word: drug
Warnings: None - no babies were abused in writing this story.
Summary: Triabble from Dizziedinadreams. Dean has is own way of coping with the unexpected stress of babysitting.
Disclaimer: What do you mean, we don't own Supernatural! That is just so wrong.
Dean paced the room, panic-stricken.
How was it that he could control Sam when he was thirteen feet tall and weighed a metric tonne, but in the presence of this little wriggling bundle, he was powerless?
He got why everyone had adored baby Sammy; all big, liquid-chocolate eyes, and dimples you could lose your face in but what they didn't mention, however, was that he also emitted enough toxic fumes to reduce the entire human race to a drug-addled stupor and, man, if Dean ever thought adult Sam was a whiny bitch, that was nothing compared to his current volume.
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Dean had heard it said that mothers could recognise their babies' different cries; hungry cries, uncomfortable cries, attention-seeking cries ...
His de-aged brother's tiny three-month-old face was beet-red, little fat fists clenched in inarticulate rage as he screamed relentlessly. This was 'torture big brother just for the freakin' hell of it' cry.
Dean reached for the whiskey in desperation. Then it struck him where he was going wrong. He scooped up the squalling bundle of Sam in one hand and the bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.
"Time for big brother's drug of choice, little bro," he said, grinning.
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When Bobby returned with the reversal-spell ingredients two hours later, the motel room was silent. He opened the door with extreme caution, ready for anything.
The sight that greeted him hadn't been among his many possible scenarios.
Baby Sam was flopped face-down, totally relaxed as only babies can be, gently snoring into Dean's bare stomach.
Dean looked up as Bobby entered and made an exaggerated "shushing" motion with the empty bottle of Jack, other hand steadying Sam on his living bed.
"M'baby bonding, Bobby."
"Tell me you didn't drug a baby with booze!"
"Who'da thought whisky'd make sucha good annies..thet..tick?"