Shifter

"Dean," Delilah giggled, feeling Dean's lips tickle against her neck. "Dean, stop it." She scolded him, trying to nudge him away with her shoulders as she laughed. "Seriously, I have to wash the dishes."

He shook his head, his hands coming up to move her hair out of the way as his tongue slid up the back of her neck, making her shiver. "Nu-uh," He mumbled, laying a sloppy kiss below her hair line. His body pushed against her, pinning her to the counter and letting her feel how excited he was. "Want you." He told her huskily, pushing up against her again.

She whimpered, wanting so badly to give in but knowing she couldn't. Jack was still in the livingroom and she really had to get the dishes done. "We can't," She whispered to him, leaning her head back against his chest as she closed her eyes. "Later?"

Reluctantly, he pulled away with a pout. "Fine." He agreed. "Later." He went over to the dining table and sat down, opening the newspaper.

"How'd Jacks training go today?" Delilah asked, glancing over at him. At first it had been hard to accept the idea of Jack having a gun but it had been months since he'd started his training and she had managed to get used to the idea, knowing that one day, it could save his life.

"Good," Dean told her in reply, not looking up from his newspaper. "Told ya before, kids a natural."

Delilah hummed in reply; he was right. The first time Jack held a gun, he learnt quickly. He knew they weren't to be messed with and had to be used safely. It surprised Delilah how he knew it was such a serious matter. Sometimes she wondered how old he really was.

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence which was soon broken by the sound of Dean's cell ringing. He frowned as he looked at the caller idea before bringing the phone up to his ear.

"Sam?" He answered, making Delilah glance over at him. "What's wrong?" He replied to whatever Sam had said to him. Dean shook his head. "Dude. I'm out. I'm staying out." He said firmly before sighing. "For what?" He paused listening to Sam's response. "And what's so nuts that you gotta threaten a damn drive by?" He paused again before shock appeared on his features. "Yeah...Okay, I'll meet you there." He hung up.

"What's going on?" Delilah questioned worriedly as she pulled her hands out of the sink and dried them on a cloth.

"Sam...has a baby."

She looked at him, surprised. "Well, he's been busy these past two years, huh?"

He shook his head. "Kids not his. He found it on a case."

Her eyes widened. "So he decided to take it?"

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at the look on her face. "It was taken by something...The thing burned when Sam cut it with silver."

She frowned. "So something is going around kidnapping babies?"

Dean nodded. "Pretty much."

"Right," She frowned. "Why don't you bring the baby here?" She suggested. "I can look after it til you and Sam figure this case out."

He eyed her. "You sure?"

She nodded with a smile. "Yeah, it's been a while since I've dealt with a baby but i'm sure it's like riding a bike, right?"


"Aww," Delilah cooed, seeing the small baby wrapped in blankets. "Aren't you a handsome little guy?" She said softly, picking it up out of the car seat in Sam's car. She held it close to her chest while it made little noises at her. She grimaced at the feeling of his large, squishy diaper. "Haven't you changed him?" She questioned Sam.

Sam gave her a look. "Do I look like I have diapers laying around?"

"Hey," Dean frowned. "Don't talk to her like that."

Delilah gave him a small smile as she swayed the baby. "It's okay, Dean." She assured him, looking down at the little guy. "We should probably go shopping then, huh?"

Soon enough, Dean was sitting up front with Sam and Jack sat in the middle in the back, with Delilah on one side of him and the baby in it's seat on the other. Dean looked back at the baby while Sam started the car, causing a 'ding' noise to fill their ears.

"Seatbelt," Sam told his brother, explaining the noise.

Dean scoffed but did as he was told. "What am I, in third grade? A car should drive, not be a little bitch." He commented as the baby started to cry. Sam and Dean looked back at it, a clueless expression on their faces.

Suddenly, the baby let out a fart and stopped crying.

"This is gonna be a fun ride," Sam muttered.


Together, they walked down the isle of the grocery store. The baby was in it's car seat which was on top of their shopping cart. Jack was standing in front of the cart, pushing it, but since he wasn't quite strong enough, Delilah was behind him, helping him. On the left, was Dean and on the right, Sam.

"Alright," Dean started, glancing at the baby products. "I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of paste or jelly you're supposed to put on their butt."

Jack laughed in amusement. "You mean Sudo cream?"

Dean looked taken back. "And how'd you know somethin' like that?"

Jack raised his eyebrows at him. "I was a baby once. Duh."

Delilah snorted, glancing at Dean. "Yeah, Dean." She mocked, barely containing her laugh.

Beside them, Sam grabbed a product off the shelf, eyeing the packaging before turning his attention to the others. "Like this?" He questioned, holding the product towards them.

Delilah turned to him and eyed the object before nodding. "Yep, take it."

On the other side, Dean grabbed a bag of diapers off the shelf, along with a few others products before dumping them in the cart.

The movement didn't go unnoticed by Sam. "So how do you know all this?" He questioned curiously.

Dean shrugged, looking sheepish. "Lila likes watching those baby shows," He answered, not making eye contact with him. Instead he decided to look around the isle. "Ya know, Teen Mom, 16 and pregnant. Chick shows."

Delilah gasped, her mouth wide and she turned and pointed at him. "I knew you were watching with me!" She told him and he shrugged in response, giving her a grin.

Sam continued to look at Dean. "Huh." He said, finally turning away.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut it."

"I just said 'huh.'" He defended.

"I just said 'shut it.'" Dean retorted and in that moment, the baby starting to fuss.

Delilah started to gently push the cart back and forth, hoping the movement would be soothing for the baby, just like it was for Jack when he was younger.

Dean grimaced at the noise. "Alright, we gotta get moving. We've got the waterworks in like, T-minus ten."

Sam couldn't agree more. "Yeah, okay."

Dean grabbed the side of the cart and pushed it forward. "Go. Quick." He told Delilah and Jack. He really didn't want to be in the store when the baby started to cry.

But he didn't have much luck, and by the time they reached the check out, the baby was crying, loudly. Behind them, customers had disapproving looks on their faces and Sam started to quickly load the shopping onto the checkout counter.

"Shh... shh..." Dean said to the baby. "Come on, hang in there buddy. Hang in there, man."

"Dean, make it stop." Sam told his brother.

Dean looked up at him, seeing Jack cover his ears out of the corner of his eye. "How?" He questioned, his gaze turning to Delilah.

Delilah hid her smile and turned to the baby. "Shh, shh," She cooed to him, starting to move the cart back and forth again but the baby continued to fuss. "He might be hungry." She commented.

Sam whispered, "Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers! Feed it!"

Delilah frowned at that and turned around, seeing the looks they were getting. "Problem?" She questioned them harshly. At the tone of her voice, they looked away and she nodded before turning back to the baby. "That's what I thought."

"I don't know. You think I speak baby?" Dean said in reply to something Sam said to him. "Maybe he needs a diaper change."

"Probably." Delilah told him. "That was one of the reasons we needed to come here, you know."

Dean chuckled, throwing a arm over her shoulder. "Yeah, but us men go blank when you women talk about babies." He told her cheekily. "Same with shoes, hairstyles-"

She gave him a look and cut him off. "If you find babies so boring then why did you admit to watching Teen Mom earlier, hmm?"

Sam laughed. "She's got you there, Dean."

"Has the crying stopped yet?" Jack questioned, his hands still over his ears.

"Unfortunately not." Sam told him with a sad smile.

Jack frowned, not removing his hands. "What?"

Delilah laughed silently, reaching over and removing one of his hands off his ears, letting him hear for himself that the baby had yet to stop crying.

Jack cringed at the noise and quickly put his hand back on his ear. "Mom." He whined at her.

Delilah opened her mouth to reply but the voice of a newcomer cut her off and she glanced over at the sound. Dean had taken the baby out of it's seat and was holding it awkwardly as it continued to cry. He gave the baby a odd look before mimicking the noise, which was when the woman approached them.

"Aw... what's the matter?" The lady cooed to the baby. "What's his name?"

"Bobby." Dean told her, and at the same time, Sam also answered with:

"John."

They glanced at each other, realising their mistake before Dean turned back to the woman with a forced smile.

"Bobby John." He clarified for her.

The confusion left her face and she nodded before turning back to the baby. "Hi, Bobby John. Aren't you handsome?" She cooed before holding out her hands. "May, I?"

"Oh, oh uh..." Dean stuttered.

The lady decided to take Bobby John without waiting for a clear answer and Dean shared a look with Delilah and Sam.

"I see now, Bobby John's a little wet." The woman stated sweetly. "No offense, you three look exhausted. I don't mind. Lord knows I've changed a million diapers." She offered.

Dean opened his mouth to reply, to tell her 'no', when his eyes caught a security camera feed and he noticed one very bad thing about her...

Her eyes flared.

Forcing on a smile, he turned back to her. "That's a really nice offer, thank you, but um... I think we've got it."

"Oh, it's nothing. Happy to help." It tried to convince.

Dean gritted his teeth and whispered to her harshly, "Give me the baby before I stab you in your neck."

"Dean!" Sam said, shocked. He exchanged a look with Delilah and she shrugged, pulling Jack closer to her.

Dean pointed to the camera feed, letting Sam see the camera flare himself. Delilah also saw what they were looking at and her eyes widened in fear. There was a freaking Shapeshifter not even three feet away from Jack and she hadn't a clue until now.

The shapeshifter suddenly ran, realising that it had been caught out. Sam immediately ran after it, and Dean followed closely behind after telling Delilah to stay with Jack.

And she did. She kept him close as she watched Sam ran into the shapeshifter, grabbing the baby off her quickly before Dean tackled her to the floor, pulling out a silver knife. The Shapeshifter started crying for help, which soon came in the form of what looked like the store manager.

She was so worried about Dean getting in trouble that it took her a few seconds to realize that Jack had broken away from her hold and was running straight towards Dean. "Jack! No!" She called after him and got ready to run towards him but Sam's arm stopped her. She hadn't even heard his approach.

"Don't worry, Dean won't let anything happen to him," He tried assuring her, shifting the baby in his arms. "We need to go. Now."

She looked at him with wide, angry eyes. "Are you kidding me?" She questioned. "No way in hell am I leaving my son, Sam."

Sam's grip was rough on her arm and he started to pull her out of the shop. "You trust Dean, don't you?" He said to her. "He'll deal with it but we gotta go."

She tried struggling but Sam was a hell of a lot stronger than her and she found herself looking over her shoulder, watching as a man came up behind Dean just as Jack reached them. Her heart clenched in fear and she started to struggle again at the thought of her baby being that close to something evil without her being there to protect him.

Dean rose off of the shapeshifter slowly, his hands up, slowing that he didn't mean any harm. He glanced at Jack while he put away his knife and then suddenly the young boy pushed the man, the unexpected force making him fall over and Dean quickly grabbed Jack's hand, making a run for the exit.

She heaved a sigh in relief, glad that they weren't too far behind them. She didn't understand why Jack pushed that man but he was smart about it and it helped them escape without the cops escorting Dean out of the building. She just hated that he put himself at risk like that.

"In, quickly." Sam told her, opening the car door. She was so lost in thought that she hadn't realized that they had reached the car and she climbed inside without saying anything. Once she was settled, Sam passed her the baby and she held it in her arms.

Sam continued to stand outside by the door, waiting for Jack and Dean to reach them. Once they did, Jack quickly climbed over Delilah – being careful of the baby – and into the middle seat.

Sam closed the door behind him and rushed round to the front, same as Dean, which didn't take long and before Dean's ass hit the seat, he was telling Sam, "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

Sam did and quickly reversed out of the parking space before making a quick exit. Delilah looked over her shoulder, seeing the shapeshifter stand outside of the grocery stood. She turned back around and realized that she still had the baby in her arms.

She thought that they left the car seat in the cart, along with the bags of shopping that had been scanned before the little drama but she was wrong, and she frowned when she spotted Dean leaning over his seat so he could put the carseat in place, ready for the baby.

She also noticed that he had bags up front with him and she realized that he must have grabbed some of the stuff as he was running out of the place.

"The hell does a shifter want with a baby, anyway?" Dean questioned while fixing the car seat in place.

Sam shrugged. "You tell me."

"And how the hell did it find us?" He asked another question before glancing at Delilah and holding out his hands. She realized that he must have been finished with the car seat and handed the baby over to him. As he was strapping the baby in – Well, more like trying to – he glanced at Delilah, concern on his features when he saw the frown marks on her face as she thought.

He wouldn't ask her about it now, since he was pretty sure he knew what was wrong with her, and they were kinda busy with other things but he made a mental note to ask if she was okay the next time they were alone.

"Who designed this thing? NASA?" Dean complained, still struggling with clipping the baby in it's seat.

Sam ignored him ."You know, it could have been following me this whole time. Since the baby's house." He pointed out.

"Alright, you know, we got to get off the road. Get Bobby John here someplace safe." He said, a sigh of relief as he finally clipped the baby in. "Figure this thing out." He continued. "Okay, alright, shh, shh. Easy, kid." He cooed to Bobby John.


Dean laid Bobby John onto the couch and placed down the items he needed for a diaper change. Delilah sat next to Bobby John and stroked her fingers along the babies head, smiling at the feeling of his fluffy hair.

"Uh-" Dean scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "-You wanna, you know, change him?"

She smiled, amused. "Sure." She told him, climbing off the couch and kneeling on the floor, in front of the baby. "Hey there." She said softly, grabbing his little feet in her hands. "Gosh, you're tiny."

"I'm gonna have a talk with Jack," Dean told her, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to ignore the warm feeling that filled his heart as he watched her with the baby; what the hell was that about anyway? "Tell 'im he shouldn't of ran into danger like that."

She nodded in agreement. "Good idea." She replied giving him a thankful smile. "Thanks."

He smiled at her in return and ran a hand through her hair before turning to Jack, who was in mood because Sammy the dog had to be locked upstairs again. It seems that the dog really didn't like Sam. "Hey, buddy?" Dean called over to him, making the young boy look up. "C'mon, I wanna have a word with ya."

Jack sighed, seeming to know what Dean wanted but stood up from the arm chair anyway and followed him into Bobby's study.

Sam chuckled, grabbing his laptop and sitting in the arm chair which Jack used to occupy. "Anything to get outta cleaning a diaper, huh?"

Delilah smiled, getting to work on Bobby John's diaper. "He's a man," She said, pulling the babies legs out of his ones-y. "It took Bobby about six months to be able to stay in the same room as me when I changed Jack."

Sam snorted, opening his laptop. "Sounds like Bobby."


"C'mon," Dean said patting Bobby's desk. Jack obeyed and climbed onto it, his feet banging against the desk as he kicked them back and forth. Dean sat on the chair in front of him and crossed his legs before laying them on the desk to Jack's right. "So, you wanna tell me what the hell that was back there?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Jack didn't make eye contact and shrugged, still kicking his feet. "Dunno," He replied miserably. "Jus' wanted to help." He mumbled.

Dean tutted and shook his head. "Not good enough, Jack." He told the young boy. "What I do- what I used to do," He corrected himself. "It's dangerous, man." He continued, making Jack looked over at him with a curious expression. "S'not something a kid your age should be gettin' involved in."

"But you've taught me how to use a gun!" Jack argued. "I can look after myself."

Dean took a breath, willing himself to calm down. "Jack, I taught you that 'cause I want you to be able to defend yourself if somethin' happens, alright?" He told him. "I've already told you this. Your life isn't somethin' I want you messin' with."

Jack huffed. "But I want to help you," He replied, almost pleading. "You're my Dad an' I worry 'bout you an' I don't want to stand by if I can help!"

Dean stayed into his eyes, shock on his face. For the first time, he realized that they weren't as innocent as they used to be and Dean hated that. This was a kid who knew things. Things that kids his age shouldn't know; they should only have nightmares about. He reminded Dean of himself at that age and that scared Dean more than anything. "You're not being like me, Jack," Dean told him hoarsely. "I won't allow it."

"Why?!" Jack questioned him angrily. "You're a hero! You saved Mom, you saved Bobby John," He listed. "Why is it so bad to be like you?"

"Because it's dangerous, Jack."

"So? You do it." He challenged.

Dean sighed and stood up. "Yeah, well," He paused, putting his hands on Jack's shoulders so he was looking up at him. "You're a lot more important than I am." He said firmly.

Jack frowned. "Why am I?" He questioned, not understanding. "I'm just like everyone else."

"You're more important-" Dean's voice raised slightly. "-Because you're my son! Alright?" He said, shaking Jack's shoulders lightly. "Do you get that? My son and I refuse to let anythin' happen to you, alright, buddy?" He continued. "Not on my watch. Do you understand that?"

Jacks eyes were wide and teary as he nodded. "I understand." He told him quietly. "But I'm not scared, Dad." He confessed. "I want to do this." He continued. "Like you, like Uncle Peter, like Mom used to sometimes." He listed. "It's in my blood."

Dean took a deep breath, not quite believing what he was hearing. "Teaching you to shoot was a bad idea, huh?" He joked weakly. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Look, there's no point in talking about this now. You're way too young." He told him. "When you're older...We'll sit down with your Mom and yell at you for bringing it up again." He joked again, making them both chuckle.

Jack grinned and jumped off the desk before closing in on Dean and giving him a hug. "It's not your fault I want to do this," He mumbled against Dean's shirt while Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulders. God, it was something Delilah would say and it gave Dean and weird feeling as he realized that Jack was a lot like Dean and Delilah.

Once Jack had gone to bed with Sammy the dog, the trio remained downstairs with the baby, who started kicking up a fuss. Delilah was sitting on the couch, flicking through the tv stations, her eyes closing every once in a while whilst she tried to fight her tiredness. Sam was still on his laptop, looking more awake than ever and Dean was walking around with Bobby John, humming something that sounded very familiar to "Smoke on the Water".

"Dean, you're just going to make it cranky again." Sam commented, not looking up from his laptop.

"Shh, it's working." Dean scolded him before turning to the baby. "Okay, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it?" He questioned before slowly putting Bobby John down on the sofa, next to Delilah. He mentally fist bumped when Bobby John proceeded to fall asleep and he grabbed a cushion, laying it next to the baby so he wouldn't roll over and fall off the couch.

"Huh." Sam said outloud.

Dean glanced up at him while he sat on the floor by Delilah's feet. "What?" He questioned.

Sam shrugged. "You're just, uh, actually, not awful at that."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Dude, I'm barely keeping that thing alive."

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

Although Delilah wasn't involved in the conversation, she still smiled at that because it was true. She would be lying if she hadn't been having thoughts about, well, having a baby with Dean.

Seeing him with Bobby John made her wonder what it would be like to have their own kid. Well, they kinda did because of Jack but she wanted to experience being pregnant again but this time, with Dean's baby and with his support. She never got to have that with Jack since Jack's Dad ran out on her and it was something she would like to experience, to be able to feel her partner hold her stomach while their baby kicked...She was broke out of her thought by Dean and Sam talking again.

"Yeah, well I kind of had to be lately, you know." Dean replied to Sam with a small smile. "Sink or swim, right?"

Sam nodded. "You mean Jack, right?"

Dean gave him a 'duh' look. "Yeah, I mean Jack." He reached up, feeling Delilah's foot brush against his shoulder as she rearranged her legs so they tucked underneath her. He held it in his hand and brush his thumb against the top of it, smiling when she shifted in her seat and he knew it was because she was ticklish. "I mean, I know he's not my kid, but I don't know, I feel like, yeah, he is." He admitted, making Delilah smile. "Then I think about the way we grew up," He sighed. "I don't know, I don't want Jack havin' to grow up like we did. Knowin' 'bout things that lark in the dark but I think he already knows." He frowned.

Sam nodded. "Better for him to know n' be ready than be caught out unprepared, you know?"

It was Dean's turn to nod. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He agreed. "Don't mean I have'ta like it, though."

It was silent for a moment before Sam spoke up again. "Crap. I can't believe I missed this."

"What?" Dean questioned, glancing over at him.

Sam stood up and walked over to where his jacket was hung up. "This house on Elm. The mother was killed, baby was grabbed, but daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive." He informed Dean, slipping his jacket on. "What do you say we go and have a chat?"

Dean glanced between Sam and Delilah, unsure. "Uh, I think I'll pass." He shook his head. "I don't wanna leave Lila here on her own."

Delilah shook her head. "Don't worry, Dean." She told him, giving him a smile. "We'll be fine." She assured him.

"See?" Sam gestured to Delilah. "They'll be fine. Let's go."

"Now, hold on a minute," Dean told Sam, agitated as he stood up. He turned to Delilah. "What you gonna do if the shifter comes?" He questioned her. "You're defenseless."

She gave him a strange look. "How would it know where we are?" She questioned, looking up at him. "Anyway, if it makes you feel better I'll get one'a Bobby's guns." She shrugged.

Dean let out a sigh. "Fine," He agreed and pointed at her. "But first you're gonna show me you remember how to use one."

She nodded in agreement, standing up. "Deal."