Sorry, I know I said I promised Bobby in this one, but I'm sooo piled up with school work. It's just a filler until I get that chapter up. Don't worry, it won't take too long. Just thought I would write a funny moment with the brothers and baby. BTW I don't live in America (I'm from Northern Ireland), so sometimes words may creep in that are my lingo, but if you have any problems don't hesitate to contact me. I've tried my best to incorporate words that everyone will understand.

To say that Dean was spellbound by Grace was an understatement. Since he and Sam had left with her, they had travelled to the local Wal Mart and bought the supplies that were needed. Never did he realise how much babies needed; a buggy, foldaway crib, food, milk and the list just went on. Dean was so enamoured with her that as soon as they got to the car, he handed his keys to Sam and hopped into the backseat. Of course they had the essential baby chair attached to the seat. It was a large purple one, a colour that was chosen after numerous arguments. Dean, being the rockhead he was, wanted Black whereas Sam though Pink was the perfect colour. 'Dude, that's a gay colour.' Was the response he got thrown back at him, so Purple it was.

Currently Sam was driving the Impala, en route to Singers Salvage, while Dean sat at the back with Grace reading the files that Jenny gave him. Looking at the birth certificate he saw Grace's birthday was the 1st March and just below the parents names were listed; Allie Swanson – Mother, Dean Winchester – Father. He had to admit he felt great satisfaction reading this, supposing he was lucky that Allie even put his name down. To easily she could have decided to forget about him and Dean would never have known about his daughter.

A number of times Dean kept glancing towards Grace, this time not only were her eyes were wide open but she had that face. The one every baby makes when they're about to let loose. Suddenly the car was filled with high pitched baby screams then, unfortunately, a strong smell became apparent, to Dean at least. 'Oh God no,' Dean half shouted. 'We have to stop, man.'

'Why?' Sam replied.

'It's like a bomb went off. Can't you smell that?'

Sam pulled over to the side of the road and Dean jumped out as soon as he could needing a breath of fresh air. Grace was aware of this action and she screamed louder almost as if condemning him in her time of need. Dean climbed back in trying to shush her, but no luck so he opened the clasp and lifted her up, his face scrunched up. Sam stood at the side of the car, his face also scrunched up but only because he was trying to keep his laughter in. Watching Dean trying to calm her down and obviously thinking about the smell in his car was too funny.

To help his brother he reached in and grabbed her little baby bag, while Dean moved down the seat and sat Grace on top of her 'epic,' as Dean put it, AC/DC baby blanket. 'Hey c'mon now, shush. Please.' He pleaded while pulling the buttons of her babygro apart at the bottom, aware that any second now he was going to get the full force of her present. 'Here.' Sam handed him wipes and a nappy, still sniggering. 'I'm glad that you're finding this amusing Sam.' Dean snapped sarcastically. He said a little prayer and opened her nappy, nearly knocking his head on the ceiling, completely unprepared for what met him. There was just, so much. Grace was still crying and he knew he had to act quickly, he didn't like her crying, it made him funny inside.

Working side by side with Sam, Dean cleaned her up, throwing the dirty nappy in a bag, applied powder and proceeded to change her into a new nappy. Sam was amazed at how quickly he did this, he was such a natural. Though he guessed he shouldn't be so surprised, this was what Dean did when Sam was a baby. Sure there had been times when his father was able to do it, but it was a rare occasion, so his brother took over. Of course this information was what Dean had told him.

Grace's cries had died down by now and currently she had her hands wrapped round her fathers amulet as she giggled. 'It was so darn cute' Dean thought as he smiled down at her. Her little legs kicked in the air as he lifted her up, careful with her head. 'Hey now, that wasn't so bad. Could've been worse.' They all settled back down again continuing their way to Bobby's.

'Dean, you realise you've just jinxed yourself,' Sam said as he started the car. To this Dean frowned. Crap.

Just a little question, can anyone guess why I chose the 1st March as her birthday? Clue; it's a certain someone's real life birthday. I'm sure you all know it.