Once he was at the cabin Dean took over what he did best, he started to cook for everyone. None of them really knew how to cook except for him, Sam was a close second but ultimately, this was something Dean was better at.
He went to town to get everything he needed and enough to stock up and started to cook. He made Sam his healthy almost vegan stuff, he still had no idea about the why but it made Sam happy so it made him happy. Jack was tethering between the both of them, going to Sams healthy food and the good food that Dean and Mary ate. Cas didn't eat at all anymore but he did enjoy simple foods that don't involve meat so it was similar to Sam.
That's how he spent his time at the cabin, cooking almost nonstop to make sure that there was enough for everyone with leftovers and it was everything that they all liked. He wanted to make some fatty, greasy good foods for mom but it was decided that she needed the more healthy foods until she was better.
At night he and Sam discussed whether or not to take her to a hospital. Cas was healing her as best as he could but he still was running on depleted grace and as such he couldn't do that much other than keep her alive. She was alive but sometimes it seemed like she was barely clinging to life as well.
And then there was the matter of the baby. While Dean was cooking it was Jack and Sam focusing on little Millie Winchester. He contacted Jody a few days after she was born to let her know about it and Jody started a report to make her a legal person. Jody managed the impossible somehow, she said she had to call in a lot of favors, but Millie was a real person in the system and they wanted to keep her record completely clean.
Dean was outside on the porch alone, sipping at a bottle of beer and staring out at the sky, marveling at the silence both inside of his head and outside in the woods. It was oddly peaceful and slowly the tension that had been curling inside of him left him.
He heard Sams footsteps behind him and he half glanced back, stopping when he saw a small bundle in his brothers arms. He set the bottle down onto the ground and turned towards him completely.
None of them were sure about anything when it came to the baby. Cas had confirmed that she had Michael's grace but at the same time it was muted, with some remaining inside of Mary as well. Apparently that was what kept her alive, the grace had been split between her and the baby. For all intents and purposes and labeling Millie was a nephilim, her grace belonged to the first born Michael so in a way it was more powerful than what Jack had had but it was also...not really there.
The baby looked normal and sounded normal, there was small hints of what she would be able to do one day. Sometimes when she cried for something whatever she needed would float over to her, that part was a big help to whoever was in charge of her for the time being, but other than a few times of telekinesis there was nothing else that really stood out.
Mary had confessed that she was at least extremely happy that the baby was that, a baby, when it came out and not full grown like Jack. Maybe that also helped in making sure that she had lived through the birth.
But all of that meant that Dean wasn't sure if he was able to be close to the baby either. Michael had been quiet and pushed down ever since he was back at the bunker and was able to silence him. They hadn't wanted to take any chances so they kept the both of them separated, the only interaction they had together was when Dean would hand Sam diapers from the other room or when he heard her crying.
Now everyone else was asleep besides the two, three, of them. Dean didn't want to sleep, too restless with everyone and Sam was the same. He stared at his little brother who carried their little sister in his arms. Wordlessly he sat down next to Dean and moved her enough so that he could look at her.
Dean scooted a bit closer, leaning in as well. He couldn't help his small smile when she yawned sleepily and opened her eyes slightly at him.
Dean just stared at her, taking his fill in, she looked back at him, wiggling slightly until Sam undid some of her blankets so she could move her arms around a bit more.
Babies always looked like nothing when they were first born, he remembered that much from when Sam was born, they were a mess of features that were not set yet but he could see little bits and pieces of their parents. Her eyes were blue but already he could see little pieces of hazel that looked like their dads eyes. Everything else either looked like nothing yet or had small pieces of their mom.
"Feels kinda weird." Sam said quietly, shifting her a bit when she shuffled in his hands. Dean couldn't help but smile when he saw how easily she fit into his big hands, she was small enough to not only fit but also have room to move. "Knowing she's our little sister like this."
"Yeah that's just the realization that you're not the youngest or the cutest anymore." Dean teased him. "I went through the same when you were born."
Sam laughed softly at that. He hesitated but then held her out towards him. Dean glanced up at him before he looked down at her. Without thinking too much about it, he didn't want to think what might happen or what might not happen, he reached out and took his sister from her.
She was a warm weight in his hands, squirming when she was transferred over, but ultimately, nothing happened and almost in unison they breathed out a small sigh of relief.
Dean shifted her in his arms and leaned back in his seat, smiling down at her as she stared up at him. Sam moved a bit closer to the both of them, also staring down at the baby. He could feel his brother take in a deep breath and when he looked at him he could see small bits of tears in his eyes.
Dean nudged at him with his shoulder, feeling tears in his eyes as well as the both of them stared down at their little sister.
"Hey Millie." he whispered. "I'm Dean, you already know Sam." his voice hitched slightly. "We're your older brothers."
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