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BPoV:
I have always enjoyed driving in a car whether I was driving or just as a passenger. I had a feeling Charlie will not be like me, not right now at least, he is still to young.
I was racking my brain out how to entertain him durring our drive, so it will pass quicker for him and consequently for us as well.
Suddenly an idea struck.
That could actually work.
" Hey Sam, would you mind opening the trunk for me?"
" No problem." He opened the trunk of the car and I gave him Charlies hand to hold. I reached in the trunk to my duffel bag and pulled out my bra.
As I was zipping back my duffel I felt Sam shift awkwardly behind me. I snickered, so he noticed what I had, did he? When we were getting in the car he was looking anywhere but me. The poor thing was bright red, if he gets any brighter he'll be like a traffic light.
" Um, what are you gonna do with that?" even embarassed he wanted to know.
" I'm going to make a car I– pad holder." I told him and arranged the bra straps over the head rest Dean was sleeping so the cups of the bra hanging down. I put the I– pad in the cups so the corners of it were in a cup. Now I can turn it on. Hurray for Dora the Explorer! Charlie adores her.
" Resourceful." Sam was watching me put the thingy up. " Do they teach you this at some 'mommy to be classes' or somethin?"
" Nah, I just make up things as I go." I smiled at him.
" Well it's genious."
" Why thank you Sam, I do try." I did a little bow.
Time passed quickly after that, Sam and I had small talk, Dean snored loudly and Charlie entertained us with his attempts of singing Dora songs. Best road trip ever.
We woke Dean up when Charlie started to say he was hungry. His reaction to my impro I-pad holder was priceless. His eyes almost popped out of his skull.
I almost choked with laughter and Sam had to pull the car over. He was laughing so hard he was in tears, even Charlie giggled.
» Please tell me you've seen one of these before.« It was a nice bra. You know how some women are obsessed with buying high heel shoes, I buy underwear. Despite losing my clumsiness as an adult I never really mastered the high heels, I can wear them but I'm not a fan. So I had tons of bras and panties. I always felt sexier, more beautifull if I had a nice underwear set on, it doesn't matter that I am the only one that knows what's under the shirt and jeans. » I'll never forgive my self if I scarred you for life right now.«
Sam snorted. That meant I asessed Dean correctly he is a ladies man.
It took us at least ten minutes to calm down, when I think about it it wasn't that funny but we really needed to laugh.
» Why did you wake me?«
» Charlie's getting hungry and so am I.« Sam told him. » I saw a sign for a diner, so we woke you. We're going there now.«
Dean nodded and wiped the sleep from his eyes. While Sam drove toward the diner Dean turned in his seat and looked at Charlie.
» What are you watching kid?«
» Dowa!« Charlie yelled. Dean was clueless, he never watched cartoons, at least not cartoons for small children.
But he was still enthusiastic. » That's awesome! What does she do?«
» Dowa find thing! And sing!« At the same moment Dora and Boots found all the letters from the alphabet book. So what do they do, that's right they sing the alphabet song and Charlie helps them forgetting half the letters. Hey, he's just two.
» Amazing!« Dean told Charlie, but he gave me the you're insane look.
Sam turned off the road to a paking lot infront of Danny's diner.
» Yay, food. I'm starving.«
» Yay, food!« Charlie repeted after Dean.
Sam shaked his head, I thought it was funny but Dean thought it was the best thing ever. He jumped out of the car and had Charlie unstraped and in his arms in a milisecond. Before Sam and I were even out he was already walking toward the diner.
» Yeah, little man you stick with me, and you'll be as tall as Sammy there.« I heard him say.
Sam chuckled as I picked the things I'm going to need out. » That could actually happen.«
I smiled at him and we went in to the diner together, we spoted Dean and Charlie already seated in a booth.
» Give me the little rugrat Dean, we have to go change.« I streached my arms to pick Charlie from Deans lap.
We were quickly done after I persuaded Charlie to let me put the diaper back on, he's not used to have it on all day anymore.
When we came back to the table it was empty of the boys, but a pretty young waitress stood there with a high chair.
" Thank you." I told her.
" You're welcome." She waved to Charlie as I put him in the chair. " He's so cute. Which is the father?"
I almost snorted. " Niether, they're his big brothers." I smirked at her.
" Oh." She gave me the menu.
" Yes. Oh." I smiled at her as I sat down.
" Um... I'll just leave these here and be back later." Why all shy now all of a suden?
" Sam you scoot in with Bella." I looked up to see the boys were back. Sam just shruged so I stood and let him in the corner of the booth. He looked uncomfortable.
" What?" I asked.
» I'm not used to sit in the corner.«
» Well, would you rather feed Charlie?« That shut him up, he shaked his head and slided on the bench to the corner.
The waitress came back with coffee and took our orders, Dean flirted with her a little.
» We called dad in the morning.« Dean told me when we were eating, I raised my eyebrows at him. » I got voice mail, he didn't call back yet.«
I swallowed back my tears and noded. I even tried to smile it came out more as a grimace. Dean called him hours ago and he didn't call back. Is he hurt?
» So this Bobby, what's he like?« I didn't want to talk about John, I was so angry at him.
» He's Bobby, he's one of a kind. We've known him since forever, I guess. He's a mechanic and ownes a salvage yard which is kind of messy.« Dean laughed, it was obvious the way he talked about this Bobby that he loved him. » Uhhhh, what else. He knows everything about hunting and has gazillion books on the topic.« He must have seen me perk up. » God, you're another book worm, aren't you?«
» Book is smwawt!« Charlie yelled.
» No! What have you done.« I think Dean just had an aneurysm.
» He' s right Dean. Books are smart, and when you read them you get smart to. You're a smart boy Charlie.« Sam praised.
I sat there all puffed out like a peacock, I was in proud mama mode.
Dean narrowed his eyes. » You wound me kid.« He held a hand over his heart, then he smiled and turned back to me. » So, yeah. That's Bobby. He'll probablly let you read the books.«
I noticed he never spoke of a woman in Bobbys life, I'm guessing hunters lead a lonely life.
» Come on baby brother, lets get you cleaned up and let mommy eat her lunch in peace.« Dean said when Charlie ate his chicken fingers, he picked him out of the high chair and carried him to the toilets.
» Thank you, Dean!«
» I've been thinking.« I said when Dean and Charlie came back nice and clean. » If Bobby's anything like I'm imagining him, the terminal bachelor.« I smiled, my dad said that one to me when I was still grieving for the Cullens.
Sam and Dean nodded. » You have the right idea.« Dean snickered.
» Thought so. So, we should probably go grocery shopping.«
» That would be the smart thing to do, yes. We should buy some cleaning products while we're there too.« Sam admitted.
» So, um… You said you have a cafe, that means you can cook, right. Wait what happend to the cafe today?« Why, thank you Dean for remembering that.
» I send a message to my waitress last night, when I was packing. The Cafe is closed for the foreseeable future. And yes, I can cook. I studied at the best culinary school in New York and I spent a year in Paris just perfecting my skils in pastry.«
Sam seemed impressed, while Dean looked like Christmas came eraly. The awe on his face could be compared to a face of a fat five year old infront of a chocolate cake.
And that was exactly what we did. When we entered Sioux Falls we stopped infront of a grocery store, Sam stayed in the car with Charlie. He was taking a little nap and I havent had the heart to wake him, so Sam volunteered to stay.
Grocery shopping with Dean is like going to the store with a hyper ten year old. He was everywhere, grabing things from shelves left and right and throwing them in the cart. I jst smiled, I'm not going to make a big deal out of something so small. It was sad really, who knows when was the last homemade meal he had.
» Bella?« I had to turn my head around a few times because I didn't know where he was. » Could you make a pie?« He asked when I finally found him.
» Sure, Dean. What kind of pie do you want?
» Apple.«
Hour and a half later, we were back in the car, the trunk full of food and non alcoholic beverages.
As the car pulled to a stop infront of a house in Singer Salvage Yard a man steped on the porch. He looked a bit gruff and he had on a plaid shirt and a baseball cap in his had was what appeared to be a flask.
Well then, here goes nothing.
