Chapter 2:
A/N: Chapter two! Thanks to everyone who followed/favorited, it means a lot. Please review, I love constructive criticism. Now, onward with the story!
Kristy was amazingly helpful. Not only did she tell them everything they would need, but she personally showed them where everything was and helped them guess about how much of everything they would need. They guessed that Cas was around six months old (at least, that's what they told her). She stayed with them the entire time, giving advice on how to change a diaper or on which brands to buy. When they were finally finished, she stood by them as they checked over the cart.
"Let's see we have: bottles, pacifiers, formula, baby food, diapers, baby wipes, baby powder, and a teddy bear." She said, digging through the items in the cart. "Well, boys, it seems the only thing you are missing is clothes. They are on isles one and two. I trust you will be able to find them okay." She smiled and walked off. Dean immediately made for the isles, ready to be out of this place. Sam and Gabriel followed a few paces behind him.
"So what do you think we should do about this?" Sam asked Gabriel in an undertone. Gabriel chuckled and nudged Sam.
"Well, we could always ditch him." Gabriel winked, and Sam grinned.
"We could. But I think we should take turns, you know, staying with him." Sam said.
"That'll work, too." Gabriel agreed. "Besides, one of us should be around to make sure Dean-o gets at least a little bit of sleep." Gabriel laughed. Dean stopped and allowed them to catch up with him. Cas had been quiet the entire trip, sleeping peacefully nestled into Dean's hunting jacket. Dean threw three packs of onesies in the cart. He picked up a pack of socks and one pair of shoes, along with a tiny jacket, and all of those items joined the onesies in the cart. Dean looked at Gabriel.
"Is that everything?" Gabriel nodded. "Alright then, let's get out of here." The trio walked to the front of the store and paid for the items. They had just walked out of the store when Gabriel popped them back into the kitchen. Cas woke up and started to cry again.
"Will you stop doing that?" Dean growled, rocking the baby trying to calm him down again. Gabriel just rolled his eyes.
"Well, Dean-o, I just assumed you didn't want to walk fifteen miles." Once Cas had quieted down, Dean turned to the other two men.
"So what are we doing?" He asked. Sam and Gabriel looked at each other. Sam cleared his throat.
"Well, Dean, you see Gabriel and I thought that…." Sam trailed off.
"We, well, Sammy and I, are going to take turns hunting for the witch and staying here with you, Dean-o." Gabriel said, finishing the sentence. Dean scowled.
"Why can't we all take turns?" Dean almost pouted, causing the other two to laugh.
"Because Cassie isn't going to let you. Trust me. I was the one he clung to when he was an actual baby." Gabriel said, smiling a little. Dean grumbled, and started to put Cas into clean clothes, as the little suit and trench coat he was wearing didn't look entirely comfortable.
He also had to put a diaper on him. Crap.
"So, which of you are staying here first?" Dean asked, breaking the silence as he finished forcing baby Cas into a onesie. Gabriel cleared his throat.
"Sam." He said, and then was gone. Dean cursed under his breath as he turned to look at his little brother.
"Hey, uhh, Sam?" he asked.
"Yeah, Dean?" Sam looked up from putting the baby supplies away.
"Do you, umm… know how to fix a bottle?" Dean asked. Sam chuckled.
"No, but there's a recipe on the container." Sam tossed the formula towards him, momentarily forgetting that Dean was, in fact, holding a baby. Dean just managed to catch the container in his free hand, glaring at Sam when he had it. Sam handed him a bottle, grinning apologetically, and then left the kitchen. Dean rolled his eyes as Sam walked out.
"Bitch!" he called.
"Jerk!" came the answer from the living room. Dean moved around, trying to prepare the bottle with one hand. He had added the powder and was filling it up with water when Cas started to make noise again. He was trying to talk, but no one seemed to be able to hear him and the words just weren't coming out right. Dean shook the bottle up and ran it under hot water for a minute, before offering the bottle to Cas, who absolutely refused to take it.
"Come on , Cas. You've got to be hungry!" Dean said, exasperated. But little Cas was adamant about not taking that bottle.
"Dean!" Sam called from the other room. "You have to let him taste it! Try putting some on your finger!" Dean growled and shook his head. He shifted Cas so he could squeeze some of the liquid onto his finger, then proceeded to put his finger in Cas' mouth. After that, Cas took the bottle with no complaint.