***I have made Kaylas verbal skills slightly more advance then your typical 11/12 month old child because otherwise she would just be pointing and grunting and thats boring to write!***
Vrskaandrea: Just because Sam, Bobby and Caleb say, now, that they would have respected her decision, would they have really though? And if Dean was even slightly unsure about the whole thing she figured the best thing for her to do was leave, that way there was no way she could have been convinced to go through with the ritual. Probably speaking to Sam would have been a good idea but not much of a plot! 😂
Blondie 20000: I'm sorry, it hers much worse before it gets better...
Vegas Granny: I just felt some things needed explaining sooner rather than later. Make sure you keep your arms and legs inside the carriage and prepare for a rather wild and bumpy ride!
Shazza19: I will admit that part broke my heart a little too and I wrote it!
Prescy Hendrix: I will allow substitutions for female characters, you can use your imagination 😉. I'm glad you're enjoying my story.
CHAPTER 63
Dean was woken the next morning by Kayla patting her on the face.
"Mummummum.." she was repeating.
"Okay baby, I got it." Dean yawned and smiled at her daughter, gently grabbing her hand to stop her from hitting. "Some one wants to get up."
She checked the clock and saw it was just after 9:30.
"Well we got a few hours sleep at least."
She climbed out of bed and grabbed what she needed to change Kaylas diaper then after that was done she picked the little girl up and left the room.
"Morning Dean." Sam said appearing out of nowhere. "You wanna go for a run?"
"No run. Coffee." She mumbled.
Dean looked up to the attic when she heard some noises coming from there.
"What going on up there?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing." Sam replied, not very convincingly. "So that old Pontiac is still down at the workshop. You wanna take Kayla down and show her your handy work?"
"No, I just want coffee and food." Dean answered heading down the stairs. "What's with you anyway?"
"Okay, look, I'm supposed to distract you." Sam admitted. "Bobby and Caleb are doing something and they wanted me to get you out of the way."
"Mumma" Kayla said, patting Dean on the face before pointing at Sam. "Ah?"
"Yeah, that's Sam." Dean replied. "I think she likes you."
"Naw, I like you too." Sam said grabbing her finger and shaking it a little. "Rough night?"
"Yeah." Dean yawned as they entered the kitchen. "She gets like that sometimes when we go to new places. She'll settle in a night or two. Sorry if we woke you."
"Nah, it's okay. She's just a baby, can't get too mad at her."
"Maybe you can't." Dean muttered. "Damn."
"What?" Sam asked.
"No high chair. Do you mind?" She asked holding Kayla out to him.
"Sure!" Sam took Kayla gently and sat with her in his lap. He bent his head to sniff at her hair.
"She doesn't have that 'new baby smell' any more." Dean chuckled as she searched the cupboards.
Kayla tipped her head back to look at Sam and raised her arms.
"Aww, you wanna see Uncle Sam?" He said as he lifted her and stood her on his knees facing him.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that." Dean warned just as the little girl reached out and grabbed two handfuls of Sams hair and yanked. "Sorry, she has a hair thing. Ponytails will become your best friend or you can just get a haircut." She suggested.
Dean continued to search the cupboards as Sam tried to disentangle his hair from Kaylas little hands. She grabbed a box of cheerios and sprinkled a handful on the table. She held one out to Kayla hoping to bribe her to let go of her uncles hair...it worked. Sam quickly turned her and sat her back down on his lap.
"Cheerios Dean, really? They're not very organic or sugar free."
"Well not much here so gotta take what we can get. Looks like it's gonna be eggs and toast for you." Dean said tickling the baby. "You want some?"
"Nah, I've eaten." Sam replied.
Dean made some scrambled eggs and gave Kayla a crust of toast to chew on while they cooled. Once they had eaten she took her back upstairs to clean up and get them both dressed. Bobby was now banging around in Caleb's room. Again, Dean asked Sam what was going on but he just shrugged, unconvincingly. She allowed Sam to persuade her to take Kayla to the workshop to show her the car. Just as they were headed out Caleb pulled up in front of the house.
"You're here. Why is she still here?" He asked giving Sam a meaningful look.
"We're just headed to the workshop to show Kayla the Pontiac." Sam explained.
"Oh, good."
"Ah?" Kayla pointed to Caleb.
"Not that's not Sam, that's Caleb. Ca-leb." Dean said.
"Eh?"
"Close enough. Okay, let's go to the workshop seeing as it's so important that I show my, not yet one year old, daughter how to restore a vehicle." Dean rolled her eyes and took off in the direction of the garage.
Caleb waited until they were out of sight before removing the cover from the trucks tray and pulling all the items out, taking them inside.
•
"And this my beautiful girl is the carburettor." Dean said pointing out the different parts of the engine. "Actually Sammy, you wanna take her? I just want to check a few things."
"Yeah, of course." Sam said quickly divesting Dean of his niece. "Hey Kayla. Can you say Sam? Saaaaam."
"Yeah, cause saying it like that's going to help." Dean shook her head and leaned into the engine bay, checking a few of the belts.
Kayla began wiggling in Sams arms.
"Uh! Uh!"
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked, holding her tighter.
Dean glanced over her shoulder.
"Whatcha want baby?"
"Uh! Ow!" Kayla squirmed harder pointing to the ground.
"She wants to be put down." Dean said returning to her work.
"Oh, can she? I mean it's dirty out here."
"So? A little dirt won't kill her, just make sure she doesn't put anything in her mouth."
"Okay." Sam gently put Kayla down, standing her on her feet. He let go of her hands and she immediately dropped on her bottom and began crawling away.
"No, no, stay here." Sam picked her up again which immediately caused her to release a high pitched squeal. "Whoa! That's loud."
He placed her back on the ground and just followed her wherever she crawled, making sure she didn't touch anything dangerous. After about 10 minutes, Sams phone went off. He read the message and picked Kayla back up, she didn't like that either and began kicking her legs into him as she tried to escape again.
"Hey Dean. Time to head back in." Sam said.
"Okay." Dean stood and put away her tools. She closed the hood and wiped her hands on a cloth.
"Mumma!" Kayla reached for Dean.
"You're gonna have to stay with Uncle Sammy. Mommy's got icky hands. See? Icky!" Dean wiggled her fingers in Kaylas face and quickly pulled them back when the child tried to grab them. Kayla giggled at the silly game her mommy was playing.
•
They entered the house and Dean used the downstairs bathroom to clean her hands. She walked out to find Bobby and Caleb standing at the bottom of the stairs with Sam and Kayla.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Close your eyes." Caleb said.
"No." Dean glared at Caleb. She wasn't falling for that trick again.
"No seriously, we have a surprise for you." Sam said.
Dean considered for a moment then relented.
"Okay."
She closed her eyes tightly and held out her hands.
"Lead away."
Bobby and Caleb each took an arm and led Dean up the stairs with Sam following behind carrying Kayla. They stopped in front of Caleb's bedroom door.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Caleb instructed her.
"Oh wow. It's a door!" Dean said sarcastically.
"Open the door bitch." Caleb replied.
"If the surprise is behind the door, why did I have to have my eyes closed?" Dean asked.
"Ummm. Never mind that now, just open the door." Bobby said.
Dean shook her head the turned the knob opening the door.
Inside was a baby's cot and a small combination dresser/ change table. Deans bags sat at the foot of the bed.
"What's all this?" She asked stepping into the room.
"We thought you and Kayla could do with your own space." Caleb said.
"But this is your room."
"Yeah, but I've spent so much time with Sammy over the last year and a bit that I'm kinda missing him." Caleb said giving a one shoulder shrug.
"This is...where did you get all this?" Dean asked walking into the room and looking at the new furniture.
"Well the crib was Sams and Caleb run into town first thing this morning and picked up a new mattress and this table thing." Bobby explained. "There are new sheets, they're in the washer right now."
Dean ran her fingers over the crib.
"I remember this. This is where you used to chew the railing when you were teething." She said, gently rubbing the shallow teeth marks in the wood. "This is great! Thanks guys!"
"I also found Sams old high chair. It's still good and sturdy, I put it in the kitchen."
"This is amazing. Look Kayla! Our own room, no more sharing with stinky Uncle Sammy!" Dean said taking Kayla into her arms and showing her the room.
"Ammy!" Kayla shouted.
•
Dean was able to scrape together a cheese sandwich for Kayla to eat for lunch but decided to take a trip to the supermarket and get her some more suitable food.
"Can I come along?" Sam asked.
"It's just some grocery shopping but okay, if you want." Dean said.
"Yeah, I kinda do."
"Alright then. Come on mischief, let's take Uncle Sammy shopping." Dean said taking Kayla from the high chair.
"Ammy!"
"Do you really have to call me Sammy around her?" Sam complained.
"Yep!"
They walked out of the house and saw Caleb tinkering under the hood of his truck.
"You guys going somewhere?"
"Just getting some food for Kayla." Dean said.
"Okay. Have fun munchkin." Caleb said tickling Kaylas tummy.
"Eh!" She giggled.
"Yeah, that's me, Eh." He said back.
•
By the time they got back to Bobby's Kayla was sleeping soundly in her seat. Not wanting to disturb her Sam took the groceries into the house will Dean sat with her in the Impala.
Caleb walked out and found her sitting in the back seat writing in a book.
"Whatcha writing?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing." She said closing the book and placing it in the footwell.
"She's sleeping?"
"Yeah, we had a bad night last night. She needs to catch up." Dean said.
"Right."
Dean got out of the car and closed the door quietly, checking to make sure she was still asleep.
"Thanks for the room, man. Honestly it's great. You didn't have to do that, really."
"Yeah, well, it's the least I could do." Caleb shuffled nervously. "So we haven't really had much at a chance to talk."
"No we haven't really. Look, I'm sorry about this." She gestured to the sleeping child. "I don't know how it happened, well I know how it happened, I just don't know why. We were always so careful."
"Yeah, about that." Caleb said, scratching his neck.
"About what?" Dean asked.
"You remember that day in the junk yard?"
"Vividly." Dean replied staring at Caleb.
"Well, um, see, the condom, well, it kinda broke."
"Come again?"
"Isn't that what got us in this predicament in the first place?" Caleb asked, smiling hopefully.
Dean crossed her arms across her chest and favoured Caleb with a death stare that would cower a hellhound.
"It broke."
"It broke." Dean shook her head and stared at the ground for a moment. "And you didn't think to mention it to me?"
"I did, just Sam was coming and then you guys left for the hunt straight away, then you were attacked and Sam got hurt, you had that meltdown. You had so much on your plate, I didn't want to add to your stress. I...I figured you would come to me if...Dean, I...I just didn't see the point in saying something that probably wouldn't have mattered anyway."
"Something that probably wouldn't matter..." Dean glared at Caleb.
Caleb was thrown backwards with the force of Deans unexpected right hook.
"Except it did matter, Caleb!" She said, low and dangerous. She grabbed Caleb by his jacket and threw him against the Impala. "I was almost two months gone by time I figured it out!"
She punch Caleb in the ribs.
"Do you know what I did in those two months?" She asked bringing her knee into his stomach. "I drank! Heavily!"
Caleb tried to break Deans grip but was pulled from the car only to be slammed back against it.
"I hunted!" She screamed in his face. "I jumped on a the back of a goddamn werewolf for fuck sake!"
She slammed her fist into Caleb's face once again before stepping away.
"Dean, listen..."
"No! You listen! You sat there at that table and told me I put my child in danger by leaving! You should have told me! You were the only one who knew she was there!"
"I didn't!"
"Shut up!" Dean yelled, throwing another punch that Caleb barely managed to dodge. "You knew she was a possibility and you said nothing! Nothing! You said you would have protected us, kept her safe! But when it came down to stepping up and protecting her, you failed! Stay away from me, stay away from Kayla. You have no rights, you have no say!"
"You can't do that. She's my daughter too!" Caleb said.
"Don't you dare come at me with that crap! Don't you dare act like she means anything to you! You've known her a whole day so don't act like father of the year!"
"You have no right to take her away!" Caleb said stepping in to crowd Dean.
"Her birth certificate says otherwise!" Dean snarled.
"I'll fight you. I'll get her tested." Caleb threatened.
"And then what, you'll tell Bobby what we did, you'll tell Sam? I'd like to see what they have to say on that particular subject."
"Don't threaten me." Caleb said.
"You're a coward Caleb, you run a mile from any mention of commitment and now you act like you would have helped me!"
"You never gave me a chance!" He said shoving Dean.
"You don't deserve one!" Dean shoved back. "You say you would have protected us but I bet deep down you were hoping that if I was pregnant, something would go wrong on a hunt, well sorry, buddy, you were shit out of luck on that one!"
At Deans words Caleb unleashed a hell of a backhand across Deans face causing her to stagger back. She recovered quickly and spear tackled Caleb, taking them both down and then it was on for young and old.
