"Sammy, I'm just saying-"
"Dean, I think we're a bit too busy to go this year," Sam replied, pulling the key out of his pocket. "Thank you," he said to the man behind the desk.
He smiled in reply, taking the key. "Come back soon!"
"Come on, Sammy! We ganked the devil, and we got your soul back! We deserve some pie."
Sam gave Dean his Be serious for once, Dean bitch face and Dean pouted at Sam.
"But Sammy, the pie." Sam rolled his eyes, switching over to his My big brother is a four year old bitch face.
Wahhhh! Wahhhh! Dean rolled his eyes at the sound. "Damn people need to control their children," he grumbled, giving up on the pie for now.
As they walked closer to the Impala, the noise only seemed to get louder. "Where's the baby?" Sam asked, looking around the completely empty parking lot.
"What the hell!" Dean exclaimed, looking into the Impala. Sam peered over his brother's shoulder and furrowed his brows.
"How did it get in there?" Sam asked, pulling on the door handle. "The doors are still locked." Dean's face scrunched up in disapproval and he unlocked the door, leaving Sam to deal with the child. "There's a note."
"What's it say?" Dean grumbled, settling into the driver's seat and taking a swig out of his flask.
"I don't know."
"Well, Sammy, not that that's not helpful or anything but-"
"Save it, Dean, it's in Enochian."
Dean rolled his eyes and turned his eyes skyward. "I pray to Castiel to come down here and read us a bedtime story."
"Couldn't you pray like a normal person once Dean?"
There was a fluttering and Castiel was in the front seat beside Dean. "What is it you needed?" he asked, looking to Dean.
"Could you read this for us?" Sam asked, handing him the baby.
Cas' head tilted to the side as he studied the child. "Sam, I do not understand how I am supposed to read a child." Sam rolled his eyes and pulled the note that was attached to its chubby leg. "Ah. I see. 'This child is cursed and you idiots are the only people I could think of to take care of it. Her name is Aurora. I'll be there when you really need me, so try not to'." Castiel looked at the two. "I believe this child is an Antichrist."
"Oh, well that's great. Some freak kid with supernatural powers tagging along with us. Perfect," Dean grumbled sarcastically. Sam glanced over to his brother, who seemed to be unaware of what he had just said. Sam shook his head and took the child from the angel and cradled her gently.
"Thanks, Cas. I guess we'll let you get back now," Sam said. Castiel nodded and disappeared in a flutter of wings. Sam moved to the front seat and held the kid. "Stop at the store so we can get stuff for Aurora." Dean continued to grumble as they drove to the nearest store to pick up the necessary things for the kid.
"You look a little lost," someone said. Sam started and turned to see an older woman standing there with a basket of baby things. "You seem new to this."
Sam nodded in agreement. "She's uh . . . She was my cousin's but she died so me and my brother were just sort of thrust into it."
The woman smiled and placed her basket on the ground. "I'm very sorry to hear that." She held out her arms and Sam carefully placed the baby in her arms. "She's pretty. Ten months?" She glanced up at Sam who nodded in agreement, completely clueless. "Here, let me help you." She led Sam around the isle, telling him what he should and shouldn't get, and when he should start getting certain other things.
"Thank you so much," Sam replied, honestly grateful for her help. She waved him off and gently brushed the curls of bright blonde hair.
"I am sorry about your cousin," she said. "I never did ask what this little beauties name was."
"Aurora."
"That's a good name." She gently placed a piece of paper in Sam's hand. "I'm Margret. If you ever need help with her, be sure to call."
Sam nodded in reply as she finished paying and walked out the door. He realized that he never told her his name as he slid the paper into his pocket. He shrugged, paying for his items and placing Aurora in her new carrier.
"What is all this crap?" Dean asked, seeing all the things that Sam had piled in the back of the Impala.
"It's for Aurora," he replied, thinking it had been obvious.
"We can't keep the kid."
"Why not?"
"Life on the road? Not exactly conductive for a normal life." Sam gave his You're a jackass, can you even hear yourself? bitch face. "Not that young , Sammy."
"I was younger than her." Dean rolled his eyes, muttering about how that was 'different' because that was family.
"She doesn't have anyone else, Dean. Don't tell me we can't relate." Dean immediately tensed and looked to his brother.
"She could. Cute little baby, she'll be snatched up by the end of the month."
"And abandoned as soon as her powers kick in. Come one Dean, we're the only ones that can help her."
"Sammy, how could we help her with her powers?" Sam looked at Dean, clearly considering punching him when Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure your year of nightmares is the sort of help she needs."
"Then Cas can help her, it doesn't matter! We would be better for her than anyone else."
Dean gave Sam a dark stare before turning his attention back to the road. "Until we figure out a better solution." Sam rolled his eyes but knew he wouldn't be getting any more out of his brother for now.
Sam looked back towards the kid and started slightly when he saw her staring at him with her bright eyes. They were green, a bright shimmery green, with blue –and purple? – specks. These with bright red cheeks and messy curly blonde hair made for a slightly chubby but all around adorable baby. Sam smiled slightly at the kid who gave a pearly toothed grin in reply. Dean glanced over at his brother and was surprised by the entirely easygoing grin on his brother's face.
Maybe this kid wouldn't be so bad . . .
But there was no way they would keep her and screw up her life.
What!? Another story? Why, you can barely even manage one!
I know, I know, I'm sorry if you're reading this because of MfM, but I figure this way I'm more likely to at least post something.
But dude, this is the second new story you've posted and you never update MfM. Could you just work on that please?
No, I can't. You see, I don't just sit here and stare at my computer when I don't update, I write other things. If I do this, then I'll post something. If you want me to write for a specific series, tell me what you like and if I like it as well, I will make one for you! Okay? Okay, awesome.