Hello Sunshine!
I'm back! I know, I know it's taken me long enough right? If you've read my old story this is a much updated and redone version of that.
Clearly I don't own Supernatural. Just putting that out there.
Read, review, tell me what you think.
The sound of rain beating down against windows while lightening crackled across the sky, lighting up the night for seconds at a time. The booming of thunder quickly fallowing after it's companion. Yes, it was one hell of a storm raging on that summer night in South Dakota, all while another raging storm of a different kind raged on inside the old house.
"Bobby I can't take care of a baby!" John snapped close to glaring at the other man that was standing across the living room, behind his desk with a scowl on his lips.
"What the hell makes you think I can?" He snipped back, a growl in his tone.
"Because you are here! You have a house and all of that shit babies need." John said gesturing around him.
The scowl on Bobby Singer's face only deepened looking at the other man, his arms crossing over his chest.
"And what the hell makes you think that I will take care of her?"
"Because you are my last option right now. Her mother just found me out of the blue last week, all but shoved this baby at me. Telling me, she was mine and she couldn't deal with having a child and then left." John explained once more. He had already explained all of this when he had first showed up at Bobby's.
Arms uncrossing Bobby ran a hand over his mouth thinking about it, glancing the direction of the stairs where Dean had taken Sam and the baby.. Emily. He was almost positive Dean had said her name was Emily.
He had watched the kid walk into the house, protectively holding the baby in his arms, his jacket covering her so she wouldn't get wet. Bobby had watched as Dean had carefully taken the jacket off the baby in his arms, Sam peering over to look down at his sister with a smile. Telling her where they were, a backpack that Bobby supposed was doubled as a diaper bag on his back.
Dean had looked over at Bobby, arms tightening a fraction of an inch around the baby, green eyes close to begging the older man to help.
How the fuck could he not with those two boys looking at him, silently begging for his help with this.
"Balls… " He muttered looking back at John.
"Alright, I will take her, but, she is still your daughter. When she stars asking why she isn't with her dad and brothers, that's on you." He said firmly with a look.
"It's just until she's old enough to be on the road."
John promised.
They both knew it was a lie.