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Chapter 2

Dean pulled up in the Wal-mart car park and looked down at his lap, where Cas was lying face up, staring straight at him.

Yeah, it was probably the most unsafe way to transport a baby, but it did the trick and they had both survived the journey… a fact which Dean took to be a major victory.

"C'mon titch, lets get you some clothes."

Cas beamed at Dean toothlessly and let out a small noise which sounded something like "de!" But it was probably a coincidence. There was no way that at six months, Cas could know Dean's name.

But then again…he was an angel, which made everything doubly confusing.

"Hmmm, nothing is ever simple with you, is it Cas?"

Cas blew another raspberry with his spit.

"Dude, angel or not, that is gross."

Dean scooped Cas up, grabbed his keys and opened the door of the Impala, cradling Cas in one arm and striding into the superstore with far more confidence than he really felt.

Glancing quickly at the shopping list Sam had drawn up, it was clear that he had to go to the baby isle.

The only problem was, he had never been to that part of a store before, which is why it took him five minutes of searching to find said isle. He had even managed to get lost in the freakin vegetable isle…which was a frightening experience for Dean, as after years of living off diner food, he didn't have a clue what anything was.

Finally escaping the vegetables into the frit isle…where he felt slightly more comfortable after sampling every flavor of pie out there…Dean let out an audible gasp of relief before continuing his baby-aisle-tracking.

And then he found it.

And the other one…in fact, he found all five isles of baby crap.

Dean took a deep breath to prepare himself.

"Well, this should be easy."

Dean was sure that Cas giggled at him.

"Shuddup. Right, first thing's first, diapers."

Cas let out an undignified shriek.

Dean ignored it and stared at the countless shelves of diapers in various bright colors.

Not having a clue which pack was right, he went for the easy option and grabbed the pack closest to him, which happened to be blue with a picture of a cute kid beaming cheesily.

Dean shuddered. Who'd have thought it, Dean Winchester, seasoned hunter, on a mission to buy baby supplies?!

For a moment Dean debated picking a different, more expensive pack – surely the more the diapers cost, the better they would be - but he didn't want to waste his hard earned cash on supplies for a baby who wouldn't be a baby for long.

Hopefully.

And besides, how much difference could there be between the various brands? They are all designed to catch pee after all, right?

Then he grabbed some nappy rash cream and baby wipes before heading to the checkout, paying for the items and heading to the baby change bathroom.

He could do the rest of the shopping after a quick change, the last thing he needed was Cas to have an accident in his blanket.

"Right, I swear if you pee on me I'll drop you."

Cas' lip wobbled as he threatened to cry again.

"Hey, just kidding."

Dean unwrapped Cas and took hold of Cas' stick-thin ankles, holding them together to expose Cas fully.

"Well, this aint at all awkward…"

He was quite aware of the fact that he had gone redder than the angel…this was so humiliating…give him a vamp or a werewolf any day!

Dean then grabbed one of the baby wipes and quickly wiped it over Cas' tiny bottom, spreading his cheeks slightly so he could wipe everywhere before wrapping a diaper around his tiny waist.

The only problem was it was far too big for the tiny child, Cas was practically skin and bones.

It turned out that they weren't all the same…and he had definitely not picked a suitable pack.

With a sigh he fastened up the too big diaper and carried Cas back to the diaper aisle, grabbing another pack of diapers labeled small and shoved them in an empty trolley.

Feeling rather pleased with himself for getting the hang of this baby thing, Dean placed Cas in the child seat of the trolley as well.

"Sooo, how about some clothes, Chewbacca?"

Dean got no form of reply; Cas was fast asleep, again!

But at least that meant that Dean had free reign over the choice of clothing, and damn it, he was going to have some fun for once.

Soon he had selected ten pairs of tiny socks, two pairs of shoes, one for inside one for outside, and a selection of onesies with different catchphrases.

Dean smirked down at his choices. This was definitely one of the few plus sides of looking after a baby Cas!

He knew the angel would not approve of his choices if he could read:

Little angel. Keep calm and cuddle me! Don't annoy me, I bite! Future heartbreaker /3 Lock up your daughters! Been inside for 9 months…out on parole. I'm cute; I get it…NOW PUT ME DOWN! It wasn't me! Devil's child. Blame the one carrying me!

And now that Dean had enjoyed his fun, it was time to move onto more important things…like food.

Dean picked up around thirty different jars of baby food, he didn't know what to pick so grabbed a couple of everything, and then some boxes of formula milk and baby cereal.

"You, Dean Winchester are a genius." Dean congratulated himself out loud, this baby malarkey was easy as pie…but pie tasted better.

A passing woman looked up and smiled at him, cuddling twin babies, one in each arm.

"Your first time shopping for the little guy?"

"Yeah, who'd have known a baby needs so much rubbish!"

"Well, trust me, it is quite an achievement to complete your first shop in one piece, you look as if you are doing well."

The woman laughed, grabbed a couple of jars and headed off.

It was clear that at least she fully knew what she was doing.

Dean glanced back down at the shopping list and began to find the rest of the things he needed, choosing the cheapest options possible.

He picked out a baby car carrier, a sling, some baby shampoo and soap, a collapsible cot and was about to choose some toys and a pacifier when Cas woke up in the trolley and began to cry at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, what's wrong? You hungry?" Dean grabbed a jar of baby food and fingered some gunk out of it, offering it to the baby.

Cas just stared at him, his piercing blue eyes staring into Dean's soul as his face screwed up further and he continued to wail.

It looked as if Cas thought the gunk was as gross as Dean did.

Deciding he was facing a loosing battle, Dean picked Cas up and out of the trolley, beginning to rock him.

"What d'ya want? C'mon man."

"Please Cas, shhhh, what's wrong?"

Dean turned when he felt a hand on his back.

For a moment he assumed it was the woman from earlier about to offer him some advice on calming down screaming babies, but then he saw that
it was a tall, skinny man in a plaid shirt.

Dean was momentarily confused before he noticed that the man had pure black eyes.

He wasn't a man after all; he was a demon…in a Wal-mart.

What was the world coming to?!

It seemed like even as a baby, Cas had some sort of demon radar, he had sensed danger and Dean had been too busy eyeing up a pink fluffy bunny rabbit to notice.

Dean snapped back to reality when he saw a flash of silver.

In a split second he reacted, lashing out at the demon with his legs whilst using his arms to hold Cas and shield his petite body from harm.

Of course, that left his arms busy and unable to protect all of Cas' body, let alone his own.

Dean cried out in agony as the demon's blade sank into his upper torso, and a then a howl of anger when the angle of the knife meant that the demon also managed to catch Cas' flailing right arm.

The angel let out another ear piercing cry as the blade tore a deep gash into his skin.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH."

Furious, Dean kicked the demon in the chest, sending him flying into an isle of stuffed toys.

The demon was caught under a cascade of teddy bears, dolls and action figures, giving Dean just enough time to place Cas in the shopping trolley, grab the demon's discarded knife off the floor and bend down so that it was pressed up against the man's throat.

"Get up you sick son of a bitch."

The demon rose to his feet with the blade still pressed against his throat.

But despite this, he snarled.

He had completed his task, he had located Castiel. It didn't matter what happened to him now, there were plenty more where he came from.

It was all for the greater good.

Dean made a quick slashing movement, creating a shallow cut on the demon's neck as a warning. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt his baby angel.

The demon took a step backwards, treading on the squeaker of a toy, which let out a sound not dissimilar to that of a rat being squished.

Dean smirked, knowing he had the upper hand and the crowd of onlookers let out a collective gasp of surprise and relief.

They had not expected Dean to gain the upper hand over that lunatic.

For a moment the demon's eyes flashed black, before it turned to leave, walking swiftly through the crowd – none of whom stood up to stop him. They were all to scared for their own lives to do anything useful.

Dean sighed before letting his arm fall to his side, knife still clutched loosely in his grip.

He couldn't exactly exorcize a demon in the middle of a superstore, or slit some random guy's throat, but he wasn't going to leave himself totally defenseless.

Once the demon had walked out the door, Dean took a moment to glance down at the gash on his torso.

It wasn't too bad, but Cas' arm on the other hand…Dean noted that it was deep when he saw that blood was dripping through the holes in the trolley and onto the floor.

Cas whimpered softly as Dean lifted him out of the cart and kissed his forehead before grabbing one of the onesies from the shopping trolley and wrapping it around the baby's arm.

Dean knew it would hurt Cas to put pressure on the wound, but he needed to stop the bleeding.

Cas let out a high pitched squeak of indignation and pain, despite Dean doing his best to be gentle.

A couple of onlookers decided that they were happy to help, now that there was no danger…

"Oh my goodness sir, are you alright? Is your baby ok?"

Dean looked up to see the woman from earlier, at least it was finally her this time!

"Uh, I-I think he needs stitches."

He grabbed the trolley and began to head to the counter to pay so that he could get Cas to a hospital, quickly.

He wasn't gonna start stitching up a baby.

Stitching up himself or Sam was one thing, but a baby…no, he didn't want to hurt the little angel. And besides, he wanted to get out of the store.

He could buy toys and a pacifier later…and definitely not from a Wal-mart.

After a few paces the store manager, who had been alerted about the uproar, hurried over to Dean.

"Sir, that's all on the company; I am so sorry that this happened on my premises. Do you want me to call an ambulance for your little guy?" Dean declined the offer, stating that they would be fine before jogging to the Impala with the trolley and chucking everything into the trunk.

He then spent a minute setting up the booster seat, placing Cas into it and driving as fast as he could to the hospital…

TBC

So, hospital with a baby angel and some Sam in the next chapter :)

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