This is overdue. I know. I have gone back and edited some of the previous chapters if anyone would like to read them. There's not much difference, just adding a few sentences and making some gramatical changes. Well, here's chapter 10. Hope you enjoy!
"Do you know how to change diapers?"
"No, I was the youngest. What about you?"
"I was three when my little sister was born. I didn't change her diapers."
"Dean was taking care of me by the time he was five."
"Well if Dean was here right now he could do this himself," Abigail snapped. "Oh, wait, he's the one who pooped all over himself and needs a diaper change." The two were in the motel room, Baby Dean lying on his back on one of the beds. He was in desperate need of a diaper change, but neither hunter was willing to make a move.
Sam grasped at straws. "You should do it; your nose is not as sensitive as mine." He even tried his pleading puppy dog eyes. But Abigail would not let herself be swayed.
"He's your brother. Don't you think it would be kind of weird if I changed his diaper?"
"Don't you have any motherly instincts?" Sam tried in a last attempt. "You could figure out how to do it better than I can."
The standoff continued while Dean sucked on his toes and laughed. Sam eventually lost but not without offering Abigail a death glare that would have caused a lesser man to cower. Changing the diaper wasn't as hard as he thought: the smell was the largest obstacle. Abigail called out instructions from the other side of the room. Sam admitted that her modesty was adorable. Dean giggled as he lifted him by the feet to clean his rear with a baby wipe. "Don't say I never did anything for you," he said once Baby Dean was freshened up. He drooled down his chin and reached out to touch Sam's face. "Yeah, you're welcome."
He turned to see Abigail standing in the doorway holding her phone. "You did not…" he growled.
"Oh, yes I did. To use as blackmail," she smirked, waving the phone in the air. He lunged for it and she sprung away. "I'll use it on Dean—unless you do something that just begs for me to tell him about this," she laughed.
"Abigail Lucero you get back here right now!" he yelled but she only slipped out the room laughing. Sam frowned at Dean and he mimicked his brother's face. "I am going to kill her," he announced. Dean let out a giggle and clapped his hands.
She entered the bathroom, careful to leave the door open in case Dean started crying. Sam had left to get something for them to eat. When she stepped back out there was somebody else in the room, an elderly man who would be tall if not for a hunched back. Immediately she moved between the intruder and Baby Dean. "Who are you?" her hand tightened around the knife in her back pocket.
"Abigail, it's me," the old man sighed.
She squinted at him. "Sam?" He nodded and gingerly lowered onto one of the beds.
"You look terrible."
His glower did not hold the desired effect because of the numerous wrinkles across his face. "Aphrodite got the jump on me when I was in the parking lot."
"That's great, Sam," she groaned sarcastically. "Did you at least bring the food?" With a glare he nodded at the to-go bag on the nightstand. "We need to get this job done now," she declared around a mouthful of chicken wrap.
"Agreed. I think I know where she might be hiding: there's an old diaper packaging factory a few miles away. It makes sense she would be there." Sam attempted to bite into his own wrap until he realized his teeth were not adequate enough to do so. He was instead forced to gnaw at his grilled chicken until it came away in sizes small enough to swallow. Abigail snorted at his sufferings and handed him a fork and knife.
"We have to drive a stake dipped in lamb's blood into her heart. You distract her and I'll come up behind her—'
"Hold on, cowboy. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are in no condition to fight anything. Besides, who will watch Dean? I can't take care of Dean, watch your old crippled back and take on Aphrodite at once. You need to stay back with Dean until its safe."
"I'm not letting you face her alone."
"I'm the best option we have right now. Out of the three of us, I am the only one who has a fighting chance."
"I'll cover you with a shotgun. No arguments," he added when she opened her mouth.
"Don't shoot me, grandpa." He rolled his eyes.