This is my take on the episode 'Two and a Half Men'.

"Okay, alright," Dean once more tries his best to sooth the baby in his care as it squirms too much on the motel bed. "You know what? I'll pay you money if you sit still."

From the table Sam laughs quietly at the bribe while surrounded by his research and computer.

"This is like defusing an IED… with poop," Dean says to his brother once he has the soiled diaper off and bundled closed. He then snaps the white onesie closed once a fresh diaper is on him. "Okay, alright, alright, alright, you are golden, Bobby Sam."

"Dude, what's with the name?" Sam finally questions with the ridiculous sound of it.

"Oh, uh… well," Dean starts to explain as he picks up the baby. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed to face Sam as he cradles Bobby Sam in his arms as if it's the most normal thing in the world, the baby on his back lying across Dean's forearm. "Some lady asked what his name was in the grocery store. One of us said Bobby and the other said Sam so I lied and said it was both, ha."

"So you'd name a kid after me?" Sam shares a shit eating grin.

"Ah, no actually. Sam was Lizzy's answer," Dean tells the truth.

Sam tilts his head to the side briefly, as if considering the gesture, and then looks back down at his work, reading instantly.

Dean just shakes his head, having thought Sam would have a better reaction, or a reaction at all, to that kind gesture on Lizzy's part but no dice.

Bobby Sam looks up at him when Dean peers down and he reaches his little hand upwards. He makes a tiny fist at one point and jokingly Dean bumps fists with him, following it up with an exploding sound as he widens out his hand. The baby makes a giggling sound.

"Huh," Sam comments, having watched the moment.

"What?"

"You're just, uh…" Sam chooses his words carefully as he leans back in his chair and watches with sheer entertainment. "You're actually not awful at that."

"Dude, I'm barely keeping this thing alive," Dean modestly denies as he lets the baby grab onto his index finger.

"No, no, no, seriously. You've got a whole Dr. Huxtable vibe coming off of you. You're like... father material."

"Raised you, didn't I?" he challenges quickly.

Sam nods and makes a face to show he agrees that Dean makes a valid point.

"Plus, you know… Lizzy and I have been… kinda planning," Dean starts to try and explain as he looks down and gives his attention to Bobby Sam in order to ignore Sam's judging gaze.

"You mean you two…?"

"Yeah," Dean answers before the question is out. "We were talking about… starting a family."

Sam doesn't answer, just stares at his brother.

"It's what she's always wanted," Dean keeps talking, feeling like he should. It's only his brother anyways. "I mean, this guy isn't even hers but she's already obsessed with him, like he's her own." Dean thinks over all the times he's seen his wife with kids of all ages. "She's her happiest when she's helping kids. Lizzy is a natural with this shit and she deserves to get absolutely everything she wants in life."

"But is that what you want?" Sam pries further.

Peering at Bobby Sam and all the potential and excitement he holds within him, Dean knows the answer immediately. "Hell yeah. Hell yeah. You know, I sometimes think about the way we grew up, the militant life with horrible shit always after us… I don't know, I kind of feel like I have a chance to do something different, be something different than dad. I could give a kid a good life, make him happy and correct the mistakes dad made with us."

"You sure about that?"

Dean peers over at his brother with a little bit of hesitance. "What do you mean?"

"Look, you clearly want that kind of a life…"

"But?"

"But how are you gonna keep a family safe from your past? You gonna keep moving them around all the time every time something wants its revenge on you? You gonna lock them down? Teach them the basics just in case they have to defend themselves against all the evil crap that exists out there? How is any of that different from how we were raised?"

"So you're saying..." Dean starts as he tries to process Sam's negative response to Dean's hopes and dreams. He refuses to think it's the same. "I'm not dad. Sam, I'm not. I don't want that life for anyone. This right here, me helping you, it's temporary."

"Dad always said it was temporary, Dean," Sam immediately rebuts. "He said it for 22 years. Look, I get it. You want the American Dream and that's great. It is. I'm just asking… how do you do that and not turn into Dad? How do you make that work?"

Dean is quiet. He never thought about it that far. He just assumed that after the past year of nothing coming after them they were good and safe. He never assumed this would happen, that Sam would come back and so would the monsters. What if they'd fucked up and made that same mistake again this past year? What if they already had a kid of their own and then the djinn had showed up? He'd never forgive himself if his kid, his little flesh and blood child, ever got hurt because of his past or ever had to grow up in this life like he did.

Once Sam sees how wrapped up in his thoughts Dean is he looks down at the papers on the table in front of him and keeps reading.

"Hey-oh!" Lizzy shouts as she opens the door to the motel. She pushes in a basic wooden crib with a wide smile on her face. "You know, a new mother can get all the sympathy in the world if she plays it up right."

"You got the front desk to scrounge this up for you?" Dean asks as he tosses a white baby towel over his shoulder before shifting Bobby Sam against his chest, the little boy's head on his shoulder.

"Of course I did!" Lizzy says to them as she wheels the new furniture against a free wall in the room. "I mean, what's a single mother on her own gonna do without a little help from the kind strangers around her?'

"That's my girl," Dean smirks and stands up. He kisses her on the cheek before she starts to use the blankets they purchased to make up the crib for Bobby Sam.

"And I got this just in time," she says as she works, glancing at the tired face of the baby in Dean's arms. "From the looks of it the little guy needs to hit the hay. Diaper changing go well enough?"

"He's a regular pro," Sam comments without looking up from his work. "You could even say he's father material."

"Shut it, Sam," Dean immediately returns but he says it in a quiet tone, careful not to pull Bobby Sam out of his sleepy state.

Once done, Lizzy stands straight and watches her husband as he lightly bounces Bobby Sam on his shoulder while humming 'Smoke on the Water'. She has to smile with the sight.

"Dean, you're just going to make it cranky again…" Sam says when he hears the rough and off tone tune being hummed.

"Shh, it's working," Dean tells him and it really is. Bobby Sam's lids get heavy and his body goes slack in Dean's arms. "Okay, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it?"

Dean carefully puts the baby down into the crib. Bobby Sam just lays back and closes his eyes, drifting off easily. With an amazed sigh that he could pull that off, Dean watches him for another minute before Sam interrupts the moment.

"Crap. I can't believe I missed this."

"What?" Lizzy asks as she moves to stand behind Sam and look over his shoulder at what he's reading.

"This house on Elm," He points to the article from the newspaper. "The mother was killed, baby was grabbed… but daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive. What do you say we go and have a chat?"

"And leave the little guy to fend for himself?" Dean asks sternly. "No way in hell. You guys go."

"You want to stay here… alone… with the kid?" Sam asks almost incredulously. This is very much not like the Dean he knows from the past.

"I don't mind," Dean shrugs his answer.

"Sam, can you do this one on your own?" Lizzy asks of him. There's no way she's leaving the little boy's side and it looks like Dean himself isn't either. "I can watch the baby and Dean can be on lookout duty."

"Fine," Sam shrugs as he gives up and soon he's out the door, ready to follow up on his lead alone. He's worked alone for a while now and interviewing a guy by himself is not a big deal.

Dean pours himself a glass of whiskey before tipping the bottle towards her.

Lizzy shakes her head no, not willing to get even a little tipsy when they have a baby in their care.

"Suit yourself," Dean brushes off and takes a sip of his much needed hunter's helper.

Lizzy smiles wide at Dean. "You're doing a hell of job with him," she wants to let him know.

"Yeah, you know it's not as tough as I thought it was gonna be… minus the shifter trying to kill us and all."

"Of course," Lizzy huffs a laugh.

"Of course…" Dean echoes with a small and quite forced smile and takes another sip.

"What's going on in there," Lizzy asks as she nods to Dean's head, stepping closer to him when she senses that he's off.

"Nothing…" Dean starts to deny but fuck that, she's going to know he's lying to her. "Sam just said some things that got me thinking."

"About what?" she keeps prying, a hand on his upper arm when she can tell he's been irked.

"Life. What we're doing with ours and if…" He pauses for a second and thinks better of bringing up his reservations about their plans for the future. "You know what? Sam's an ass. Don't worry about it."

"You sure?" She eyes him with total disbelief.

"Conversation for another time."

"I'm holding you to that," she warns lightly, knowing there's a whole lot more to this moment he and Sam had than Dean's willing to let on right now. Leaning up to kiss him on the lips once, she then turns away from him. Lizzy heads for the bathroom and when she shuts the door the noise makes Bobby Sam start to cry.

Dean makes his way over to the crib, looking down at the crying baby and he thinks for a second. He dips his index finger into his whiskey and lets the little boy suck it off.

"It's good, isn't it?"

"So this is what you think is heaven?" Lizzy asks as her voice vibrates while lying next to Dean and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh yeah," Dean slickly answers her as he closes his eyes with the soothing (to him) movement.

"This is… kinda… nice… I guess," she laughs as she doesn't understand his magic fingers obsession in the least.

"Shh," he tries to quiet her, his hand lifting slightly and then draping across her body. His hand accidentally lands on her right breast.

"You copping a feel with a baby in the room, Winchester?" Lizzy laughs with the inadvertent move. She knows he didn't mean it but it's still funny to her.

"Not trying to," he lightly returns but with his denial he squeezes her boob.

"Yeah, not at all," she giggles and rolls to her side before getting up and sitting on top of him. "You totally didn't mean to."

"I really didn't," Dean tells her the truth, his hands instantly reaching up to feel her breasts through her clothes. "But if you're feeling frisky I can pretend I meant it."

"Oh yeah?" Lizzy asks with a bright grin as she leans down close to him.

"Ooh yeah," Dean smiles back and pulls her in by the back of her head. "Give daddy some sugar, baby."

She lets out one more bright laugh with the lame line before her lips meet his.

Quickly the two fall into their usual pattern when Sam leaves the motel. They fool around. It's ingrained in their personalities at this point.

Lizzy has her hands inside Dean's shirt and his fingers are tightly wound in her hair when they both hear a loud, wet exploding sound followed by their little, formerly-sleeping charge's crying.

"What the fuck?" Lizzy whispers as she turns around while still straddling Dean's hips. Both get a clear view of the crib and wall behind it.

There's blood, slime, and skin everywhere.

"Oh God," Lizzy fears out as Dean grabs her hips and pushes her to the side of him.

"Stay here," he tells her as he slowly gets up, cautious and quite afraid of what he might see when he looks into that crib.

Her heart racing a mile a minute, Lizzy jumps when she hears Dean's familiar ringtone start from the nightstand as her emotions are already on high alert. She dives for the cell and sees it's Sam. She answers it as she watches Dean closely.

"Sam," her worried voice answers him.

"I talked to the father," Sam calmly informs her. "He checks out. But the baby..."

"Yeah?" she asks while Dean's eyes grow huge when he looks into the crib. He peers at her once before reaching into it.

"I think the shapeshifter is his dad," Sam surmises.

Dean picks up Bobby Sam and the second Lizzy sees him she inhales deeply with shock. He's no longer the white skinned, bald little boy they've been caring for all day. Now he's black with dark curly hair. He looks exactly like the child on the box of diapers next to the crib.

"You might be onto something there, Sam-I-Am," Lizzy tells him as her voice cracks with worry. "Get your ass back here now!"

She ends the call and just peers at the baby, Dean doing the same as they both can't really believe what they've just witnessed.

"Five seconds ago I would have put money on me having seen it all," Dean quips through his sheer confusion and anxiety.

"I have never seen anything even close to this."

"Me neither."

As the little baby shifter cries loudly Lizzy begins to worry. His noise will attract attention and right now attention is the very last thing they want to have.

She runs for the bathroom with one of the soft towels they purchased earlier in her hand. She wets it under the sink with just slightly warm water and rushes back to Dean and the baby.

"Oh, it's ok, honey," she uses a sweet, calm tone of voice while talking to the newly shifted baby as she tries to clean him off. He has bits of his old form still on him from the transformation. "Sweetie, I know. It's scary, I know. Shh, I know."

"What the fuck do we do now?" Dean worries aloud in a still calm-ish voice as she works on him.

"We're gonna clean this guy up and then figure out how to help him," Lizzy tells him, determined to help the poor little lost thing.

"Help him?" Dean has to ask, his brain not really seeing things the way she is in the moment.

"Yes," she says to Dean, taking Bobby Sam from him and laying him down on the baby blanket still on one of the beds. She continues to wipe him clean quickly and as carefully as she can. "We're gonna figure out how to help him."

"He's a monster," Dean reminds her.

"He's just a baby, Dean," she says to him, working to pull off the dirty onesie that the baby has on and doing it almost frantically. "He doesn't know what he is. He's just an innocent… lost… little baby."

Her words soak in slowly as he watches her care for the baby as if he was human. Her view of him hasn't changed. She still cares, still tries her best to help him out even with the new knowledge of what exactly he is.

"Grab his clothes for me?" Lizzy asks, trying to get him to help her. "We gotta get going."

"Where?" Dean asks her, his feet on the move as he gathers up the outfit Bobby Sam was wearing all day.

"I don't know," she shakes her head, tossing the bodily fluid covered onesie into the trash can nearby. "I have not a fucking clue but we can't stay here."

"You wanna fill me in on what you know?" Dean says to her as he hands over the cleaner clothes. Clearly Sam told her something if she has the sudden urge to skip town.

"Shit, ok," Lizzy swears as she's forgotten that she was the only one talking to Sam just now. "Sam thinks that the shifter kidnapping the kids is the father of all the babies. They're all baby shifters and daddy wants his little darlings back."

That makes sense to Dean. "Well, he can't have this one."

"No fucking way," Lizzy agrees instantly as she pulls the striped hoodie over Bobby Sam's head as he near screams bloody murder. "Kiddo, you gotta calm down. I know your first shift had to have scared you shitless but you gotta quiet down, bud."

"I'll pack everything up," Dean tells her as she finishes up getting Bobby Sam dressed. He starts with Sam's research.

They work in silence until Lizzy has Bobby Sam fully dressed, shoes and all. He's still crying so she picks him up and holds him tight, the little boy bellowing in her ear as he's in her arms.

"Come on, Bobby Sam. It's ok," she tries to talk him down from his fright as she paces the floor and bounces him gently. "You're gonna be fine, babe."

The knock on the door has both Dean and Lizzy whipping their focus onto each other with nerves.

Manager! Everything okay in there?

"Yeah, no, we're fine," Lizzy instantly shouts back as Dean's shoving the last of Sam's papers into his bag. "Thank you. Have a good night."

There's been complaints. Mind opening the door, ma'am?

"It's not a good time," Lizzy keeps trying. "Just got out of the shower."

And then the doorknob rattles.

Dean gives Lizzy a look and nudges his head towards the bathroom. She jogs that way immediately, grabbing a knife off the table as she does. Once in there she locks the door. She stands with Bobby Sam in her grip, covering his tiny mouth as much as she can without suffocating him.

"Time to seriously quiet down, dude."

The door to the motel room unlocks and a police officer takes a few steps in. Before he has a chance to even look around Dean attacks from his place behind the door. He throws a fist but the shifter immediately pushes him back, Dean landing on the ground.

"Get out of the way," the shifter demands, trying to get to the crib where he assumes the child is.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Dean answers as he gets back on his feet, his knife in one hand and his body ready for another go.

"That child should be with his father."

"Wow, I gotta be honest. I'm not really seeing the family resemblance," Dean quips back in his usual smartass way.

"I'm not talking about me," the shifter cryptically explains. "I'm talking about our father."

Just then the baby can be heard, one of his cries loud enough for the two in the main room to hear. The shifter smirks and then heads for the bathroom door. Dean launches immediately before he can get to Lizzy and the baby. He lands a solid punch to the shifter's face followed up by a slash on the cheek with the silver knife. This doesn't deter the shifter much, even if his skin bubbles with the silver. They grapple a little more, Dean once more ending up on his ass on the carpet. As the shift stalks closer, ready to do what he must to get the baby back, Sam runs into the room. He aims quickly and without thinking, triple taps the shifter through the heart just as his father trained him to do years ago.

Falling to the ground unmoving, the two hunters assume the shifter is dead with Sam's deadly aim.

"Well," Dean starts as he looks around the blood spattered room while still on his ass. "There goes our deposit."

With Lizzy in the back seat feeding Bobby Sam a bottle as they fly down the road, putting as much distance between them and the last place the shifters knew they were, no one can quite figure out what to do.

"Well at least I know why he was so damn cranky," Lizzy says as the baby polishes off the full bottle she made for him in a rush to leave and does it in no time flat. "Hopefully that'll tide him over for a while."

"You know, the more I think about it, it's pretty smart, actually," Sam speak aloud as they sort through the new information they have. "I mean, shifter poses as a guard for the security company to get near the house. Then it scopes out the fam."

"Yeah, and then daddy takes off, and shifter becomes daddy," Dean picks up the train of thought. "A few glasses of wine, shakes momma's trees, comes back in nine months to collect its prize."

Lizzy smirks a little at the interaction. They work together much like they always did. It feels almost as if no time has passed and they're just the Winchesters again. It's nice to see.

"I thought they were just freaks of nature, like X-Men style. I didn't even know they had babies," Sam points out.

"Yes you did," Lizzy interrupts from the back seat as she runs her hand soothingly over Bobby Sam's head, watching the activities of the day overcome him and make him sleepy all over again. "Remember Vegas?"

"How could I forget?" Sam grumbles, remembering the nightmare those shifters put them through.

"Shit, right," Dean says when he recalls the meaning for the attack on them. "Those two shifters, they had a son together."

"Right on," Lizzy confirms his recollection.

"Damn it," Sam says as he looks into the rearview mirror at Bobby Sam as she falls asleep. "I've never seen a baby monster before."

"Of course it's not really a monster," Dean rebuts him, thinking back to the conversation he had with Lizzy earlier in the motel. "I mean, it's still just a baby. It's not its fault its dad's a shifter."

"Right… but it's a shifter, too," Sam has to challenge with the sticky situation they're in.

"Still doesn't change the fact that we've got to look after this thing. I mean, what the hell are we going to do with it? We can't actually drop it off at an orphanage. They might get upset when it turns Asian."

"We can't abandon him like that," Lizzy agree completely.

"Samuel," is Sam's one word answer to this conundrum.

"What?" Dean asks immediately.

"Samuel. He'll know what to do."

"You want to hand him right over to a group of hunters?" Lizzy asks with utter disbelief. That's a terrible idea. This thing, though cute and innocent still, is a monster in most hunters' eyes. They won't care to stop before they just plain off it.

"Not just hunters," Sam tries to rebut. "They're our family."

"We don't know them," Dean answers back.

"I do," Sam says with determination. "Not every hunter is a head case. I mean, Samuel is actually a lot like you, Dean."

"Dean's a total fucking head case, Sam," Lizzy reminds him.

"Yeah!" Dean wholeheartedly agrees as he points at her. "Very good point."

"Well, pitch a better idea then, guys."

It grows quiet for a moment before Lizzy breathes in deep once. She lets it out slowly and dares to speak her possibly insane mind. "Dean and I can take him."

"What!?" both men ask at the same time.

"Ok, hear me out before we get all crazy and just-say-no happy, alright?"

With gritted teeth and already going frustration on both parts, the brothers keep quiet and open their ears. They know the stink she can put up when she feels like they aren't listening to her so they give her a chance.

"We bring this little guy to Samuel and a pack of hunters then there's a good chance they off him without second thought."

"Exactly!" Dean says at the same time as Sam says;

"No they won't!"

"Either way… I don't feel like it's a good idea," Lizzy says to them both. "He needs a home, a real home. We don't know for sure that he's hardwired to be an ass when he grows up. What if shifters only turn out bad because they're raised to be bad? What if, given the chance and raised right, he can be a good person?"

"Oh yeah, a good person… that now and then decides to be Brad Pitt for a day to get laid!" Dean strongly points out to her with anger.

"I'm not saying it would be a walk in the park!" she quickly fights back. "But if this dude has a chance at being normal, at having a good life and we could give that to him then what's the difference between us saving a human and us saving this guy!? He's half human after all, isn't he? I think he has a fighting chance."

"You don't know that," Sam denies her idea.

"But it's worth a try."

"And what happens ten, fifteen years down the road when he starts going off the rails and his motivation sets in?" Dean says to her. "Every shifter we have found has been driven by money or blood or vanity… they all have their thing. What if Bobby Sam is into killing people? You gonna be cool with raising a little Dexter?"

"Well… no…" Lizzy sighs as they highlight far too many negative points for her.

"That would break your heart, Lizzy. You know it," Dean says and she only nods small as she knows he's right.

"You can't raise a shifter in a normal world. He isn't normal," Sam tells her. "It's nice of you to want to help the kid but he isn't gonna be like all the other kids. You can't just shove him into some dream episode of Full House and assume he'll be ok. It's too risky."

Making a hurt face, Lizzy looks at Bobby Sam's resting, sweet face and her heart feels heavy.

"But he's just a baby," she fights back without much fight in her voice. She knows it's a losing battle. "I want to help him."

"Keeping him is not the way to help him, L," Dean lets her down easy. "We'll figure out another way but bringing him into our home is not gonna be it."

"Yeah," Lizzy sighs out, her hand resting gently on the Bobby Sam's head. It grows silent in the cab of the car.

"Great! So Samuel, it is," Sam decides for the group when they come up with no other answers.

"They want to kill him they're gonna have to pry him from my cold dead hands," Lizzy quietly and darkly warns them as she studies the shifter's tiny face as he sleeps.

"They aren't gonna kill him," Sam assures her one last time. "They'll have an answer."