Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 27: 3 Hunters and a Baby

"What got you all pissed?" Cheryl asked.

"Nothing," I grumbled.

Cheryl was visiting me after recently graduating from college. She was waiting for a job opening at a Newspaper company. Until then she has a part-time job for an editor firm online. Although, she had the unfortunate timing since her parents kicked her out of the house for being a lazy. So until she has a solid job, no board. In other words, I got myself my roommate back.

After opening the door with Cheryl standing there with two large suitcases.

Sadly she came month after Sam ditched me. So I was pissed off for him leaving me without saying goodbye. Therefore I'm moody. Hell, I just got back from Australia by Air Force Jesse to spend the rest of the weekend with him. Then Jesse spent a few nights over in Columbus to see my art gallery. It was nice having him over, a distraction of Sam coming back from the grave until Jesse went back to Australia for school. Tony managed to get Jesse enrolled into school, using his shifter ability to be his dad and forged documents.

Then my one in a million chance gallery was a hit. A fourth of the proceed went to charity, while the rest of the money was split between Mr. Crow and I. What bothered me is when at the bank it was Crowley who was Mr. Crow. So that Djinn hallucination wasn't a hallucination. That is another thing that has gotten me pissed off.

Afterwards Dean contacts me announcing he, Lisa, and Ben were moving to Battle Creek, Michigan. Inviting me to come over for barbeque and holidays. He informed me, that Sam was back and the chaos he went through with Djinn. I told Dean I know he was back, a few days before Sam went saving him. Of course, Dean had a fit, but once I explain I wasn't for sure after been poisoned by Djinn and couldn't be sure. Luckily Dean let me off the hook.

"Really," Cheryl said in disbelief picking up a picture off the coffee table. "You're acting like somebody kicked your puppy."

I set camera down, "A bad one night stand and a lot of bullshit."

Cheryl scoffed happily as she gave me a cheerful glee, "My baby girl is all grown up."

"How is me being ditch a good thing?" I asked.

"Because you're moving on, you Casanova you." She teased. "Was he good?"

I rolled my eyes, "Rough."

Cheryl giggled before getting up and going to the kitchen to pull out two bottles of beers. We merely sat down talking about college life and the boys we fucked. Of course she brought one affair we both shared. Okay, time to confess, Cheryl and I had sex once. A lot of foreplay and something to cross off the things to do on the bucket list.

.o0o.

I had the urge to wake up all of the sudden. My hand automatically grabbed my cellphone off the nightstand turning it on. Not a moment too soon, it rang from an unknown number. I debated if I should answer it, but my ability told me too.

"Hello?" I said.

"Skylar, I need your help. Now." Sam voice replied on the other line. He sounded in panicked.

"What why?" I asked surprised if not angry.

"I'm working this job –"Sam started.

"Then contact Bobby," I sneered. I was still pissed that Sam ditched me the last time he came here and stolen Ruby's knife and Bill's journal. If he needed the knife, all he had to do was ask. But Bill's journal is valuable, an heirloom I have my father. So the sentimental is adding more fuel to the fire.

"Look, I just need you with me on this, okay?" he said.

I rubbed my eyes then yawned, "What happened to keeping me out of this."

"Make an exception!" Sam snapped.

"Why I should help you?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence before he answered. "Look, I'm four hours away, and I will drive to your door if you don't meet me."

Not when Cheryl is here. She hasn't met Sam, but knows of our relationship calling it toxic. If she sees him now, she'll surly have a say in this, maybe even call Derik and the police. Not wanting that, I sighed, "Give me a good damn reason?"

"I got a baby in the back seat." Sam answered.

Now officially awake. A baby? How is a baby involved in this? I took a deep breath getting out of bed and walking over to my closet and open the safe.

"I'll meet you halfway." I said.

"Thank you." Sam said hanging up. A minute later I received a text on where to meet.

I grabbed my backpack filling it with three days' worth of clothing and another bag filled with my hunting gear. The wild card has officially been played. Once I got everything packed, I left Cheryl a note saying family emergency with Bobby. Cheryl met Bobby, understanding the uncle material so she should buy this alibi. Afterwards, I got in my car and started driving to the location.

It took about three hours till stopping at the boarder of Michigan on an abandon road next to electrical towers. A black Dodge Challenger parked at the side of the road where Sam sat on the hood arms crossed. I got out of the car walking over to Sam.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Strapped down." Sam answered. "In the back seat."

I went to the back seat opening the door to find a six month old baby. The baby boy having pale skin, blond hair, and very blue eyes. He looked at me so calm not realizing what is going on while drooling over his blue sweater.

"Welcome to the party, Guttenberg." Sam said with a smug look.

I turned around facing him. "You kidnapped a baby?"

"No, I saved it." Sam said naturally.

"Him, not it, him." I corrected.

"And how can you tell?" Sam asked.

"Because baby girls don't wear blue," I stated. "Where's Dean or Bobby?"

"I thought I let them be and called you. Thought you being a girl could handle a baby." He answered.

"Dude, that was sexist right there." I pointed out then sighed. "What happen to the parents?"

Sam started explaining about his case where families are being massacre while their babies are taken. He and his other partner who was apparently his grandfather, Samuel, were suspicious. As Samuel said, "In the end it's baby stew." Other than six month old babies being the Modus Operandi in other words, M.O. the creature uses the pretext as Harper Caine Security installment guy to break in. Sam intervene this kidnapping, finding the parents dead, sliced the creature with silver, and found the baby in a dog crate.

"I think we need to call Dean." I said.

"Skylar, I talked to him last month." Sam said. "He is officially out."

I sighed, "So what do we got about the creature?"

"Well, uh, it was fast. And it freaked when I cut it with silver." He said.

"So that narrows it down to werewolf, ghoul, shifter, and probably ten other things." I grumbled. "I don't recall baby napping being in the supernatural profile. Unless we're dealing with a foreign species."

"How so?" Sam asked.

"Some hunters I keep in contact with noted that creatures from other cultures are migrating to America. So we have to keep an open mind." I stated. "But first, what do we do now?"

"Hunt the thing," he said plain and simple.

"Yeah, with two cars." I stated.

"Oh," Sam realized what I meant.

We came up with a solution to drive to the nearest town and rent a storage unit for the time being. Then we're figure out the situation. Let alone it being three in the morning. So we drove to the nearest town with a storage unit and waited till opening. Luckily Sam grabbed the diaper bag, so I took care of the baby from changing his diaper to feeding him. It was a miracle this baby was so calm, even took a nap after leaving the radio tower from what Sam said. When the first workers arrive, we paid extra for a car unit and tow my vehicle inside with a week rent. After that was settling, I put my things in the Challengers trunk and sat in the passenger seat.

I looked over staring at the baby. The baby merely smiled blowing a raspberry. If this was a humanly definition of normal I would have actually smile. Sadly it wasn't, as I buckled up and drank a bottle of coke. Suddenly the baby coos catching both Sam and my attention follow by a fart.

"Did he just poo?" Sam asked.

"I just changed his diaper." I answered with a sigh. Unbuckling, I inclined my seat back and touched the baby bum to feel it clean. "Nope, just gas."

I sat up straight and re-buckled. Then I remembered that the diaper bag was low on things. "We need to get some supplies."

"I got an arsenal in the trunk." Sam said.

"Not that kind, you idiot." I said. "I mean baby supplies unless you want to go medieval."

His eyes widen understanding what I mean. So we drove to the next town for a grocery store. When we got there, I got out of the car and carried the baby inside before setting him in a baby seat built into a cart. Sam followed suit like a lost puppy. Apparently he doesn't know how to deal with children. Probably the last time he interacted with a kid was Jesse.

Anyway, I told Sam to push the cart while I took the lead to the baby aisle.

"Alright, we need diapers, formula, bottles, binkies, wipes, and baby cream." I listed.

"Baby cream?" Sam asked.

"It's something you put on their bum to prevent diaper rash." I answered.

Sam looked at the shelf till pulling out small box. "Like, uh, like that?"

I leaned in reading the logo, "Yep, that's the one."

Next I grabbed a box of diapers for six-to-seven month olds. Two packages of wipes, a set of bottles, and then a medium container of formula. Sam watched me as I made sure everything was precise while going through a mental check list in my head.

"So how do you know all this?" Sam asked.

"Uh, some of my college mates have baby nieces and nephews. So we tag team on the babysitting department while studying." I said.

"Huh." Sam said.

"What?" I asked, staring at him.

"I just said "huh."" Sam laughed.

"Whatever," I grumbled, grabbing a teething ring for the baby.

Suddenly the baby started to fuss. He held a glare that would put Dean's glare to shame while the child lips quiver. That is not good. If I remember correctly, those were the signs of crying.

"Uh oh," I said. "Time to go."

"And if we don't?" Sam asked.

"Waterworks," I answered taking the cart from Sam and headed over to the cash register.

On cue, the baby started to cry. The crying intensifies as we loaded our supplies on the register. As Sam loaded them, I tried to keep the baby calm. Sadly my attempt in rubbing his hands wasn't enough. People were staring at us suspiciously.

"C'mon dear, there's nothing to fuss about." I murmured.

"Skylar, make it stop." Sam growled.

"I'm trying," I snapped.

"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers." He pointed out. "Feed it."

"Well, we need to buy it first." I said sharply. "Maybe he needs another diaper change."

Sam stopped looking at me in horror. "Oh, God, I hope not."

I sighed, un-buckling the baby out of his seat and held him close rocking slightly. His crying decreased though it didn't stop. I tried humming a lullaby too seeing if that might help. Unfortunately it didn't. Suddenly a woman with short grey hair came over.

"Aww. What's the matter?" The woman said, using a baby voice. "What's his name?"

"Bobby." Was the first name that came out of my mouth?

However Sam replied at the same time adding, "John."

I cleared my throat. "Bobby John."

"Hi, Bobby John. Aren't you handsome?" The woman said. "May I?"

I hesitated, yet knowing this woman is a senior in the baby department I let her hold Bobby John. The woman carefully took the child. Automatically the baby stopped crying. Sam and I stood there amazed. It took me ten minutes to calm him, but it took ten seconds for this woman to do the miracle.

"I see now. Bobby John's a little wet." The woman noted. "No offense—you two look exhausted. First time parents?""

"Something along those lines." Sam said.

Wait; did Sam agree we are both parents? Hell, I'm not ready to have a kid, especially with a kidnapped baby and a guy who just got out of hell. Yet I kept my composure under control watching Bobby John like a hawk.

"I don't mind. Lord knows I've changed a million diapers." The woman offered.

I chuckled, "Thank yo-"I stopped when my eyes came on the security screen behind one of the registers. The footage was on us; however the woman's eyes were illuminating. I paused, realizing there was a shifter in front of us. They are also injured by silver too. My face goes serious. "Thanks but no thanks, may I have my baby back."

"Oh, it's nothing. Happy to help." The woman continued.

"Give me back my baby or I'll hurt you." I threated.

"Skylar!" Sam said surprised.

I nodded my head to the security monitor. The reason why I went on hunter mode. We both glared at the woman. She realized her cover has been blown and took off with Bobby John. People gasped, not doing anything. Something in me snapped as I chased after her.

"Stop her, she has my baby!" I shouted.

A security guard saw the commotion as he chased after the woman. When he grabbed hold of her arm, her skin literally ripped out. The security guard stops looking at the piece of flesh in disgust. Not risking time, I continued chasing after the shifter. Luckily, Sam intervene before the shifter escaped, grabbing Bobby John. I came out behind her, drawing my silver knife attempting to stab the creature slicing flesh before continue to run.

Neither of us hunters looked back as Sam open the back seat door, handing me Bobby John as I got in then closed the door. He got in the driver seat and took off leaving the area. Bobby John was fussing, not understanding what is going. But I put him in the car seat and fasten him in.

"What does a shifter want with a baby?" I asked.

"You tell me." Sam said.

"Bigger question is how did it find us?" I asked, managing to get the baby settle and sat there. Still Bobby John fussed, so I took out my cellphone, went on the entertainment app putting on Disney Junior. Not a moment too soon, he settled down watching Mickey Mouse.

"You know, it could have been following me this whole time –"Sam suggested, "Since the baby's house."

"Oh, that's reassuring." I grumbled. "Look, we need to get off the road and get BJ somewhere safe."

Bobby John made a fuss knowing his diaper is wet. I tried to keep my hand still so the he could watch the show on my phone. By noon we stopped at Lansing, making a short pit stop at a gas station to get supplies then vacant a motel room. Sam went on research duty while I went on Nanny mode. Laying Bobby John on a towel on top of the bed changing his diaper, which was now soil.

"Well, aren't you a good boy?" I murmured using my baby voice. "Yes you are."

I took a deep breath, opening the chamber of poo and started the cleaning process. A disgusting procedure, but in the end, Bobby John had a clean bum and wearing a fresh shirt.

"There, there, all clean." I cooed, lifting him up and carrying him over to the crib the motel staff brought in. Bobby John fussed, as I went over murmuring the lyrics to Tiny Dancer by Elton John. Slightly dancing around to the melody of the song while Bobby John started to settle down.

"Skylar, you're just gonna make it cranky again." Sam laughed.

"Shh. It's working." I whispered then went back to the song, rubbing Bobby John's back. The baby took a couple of deep breaths, calming down as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Okay, are you gonna take a nap for me, sweetie?" I whispered setting Bobby John in the crib. And by some miracle he went to sleep.

Silently I turned around to see Sam amazed. "Huh."

"What?" I asked.

"Y-you're just, uh, actually . . . not awful at that." Sam complimented.

I went back to the bed cleaning the area up. "Well, call it a woman's intuition."

"No, no, no, seriously. You got the whole Carol Brady vibe coming off of you." Sam said, waving his hands slightly, as if theatrics. "You're like…mother material."

"Yeah, well, somebody had to be the grown up right now." I said, putting the dirty diaper in the trash bin. "If not other people…"

"You mean Jesse." He corrected.

"Yeah, I mean Jesse." I said, walking over to the bar table and poured myself a small glass of brandy. "I know he's not my kid, but he's like a kid brother." I chuckled, with a sigh. "I think about the way we grew up…I don't know, I kinda feel like this is my chance to help Jesse. Give him the attention he deserves."

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, looking into other documents he had on the case.

"What?" I replied.

Sam sighed heavily, "Look…you clearly care about the kid."

"And?" I continued.

"But…you do realize he's a cambion and moving him around, keeping him on lockdown… I mean, you do have Jesse on lockdown, right?" Sam asked.

"Seriously, Jesse is a free spirit like any of us. And where he is, is free range." I said.

"How is any of that different from how we were raised?" he challeneged.

"Well, unlike you, Ellen raised Jo and me to have options." I said sitting down on the bed. "Although, Jesse lost his childhood he deserves to be a kid."

"Look, I get it. You want to watch out for Jesse. That's great." He said. "I'm just asking, how do you do that and not get the cambion angry."

I sighed biting my tongue. No one knows where Jesse's full whereabouts. Last time he was brought up, I said Australia. Tony, Sienna, and the other tamed children are still in the unknown. Sooner or later Jesse will be an adult and out into the world. And I would find Mr. Right, get married and have children of my own. Yet I will still be worried about Jesse, since demons are still after him. Although, not as powerful as before with Lucifer gone, he can still alter reality.

"Crap. I can't believe I missed this." Sam said.

"What?" I asked.

"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 explained. "What do you say we go down and chat?"

I consider the option since I had my fake FBI badge in my bag. Then Bobby John made a cry. "Raincheck."

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Unless you got a badge for baby genius, I'm sure." I answered.

As Sam prepared for the interview of the dad I went over to the crib to find Bobby John crying. He was gnawing on his hand to alleviate the pain. My clairvoyant ability informed me he was teething. Remembering an old wives tale to solve the case. I stuck my finger in the brandy then let Bobby John suck on it.

"Wow mom, you were right." I thought aloud.

Once Sam was gone, I picked up Bobby John and lay down with him on the bed letting the boy suck on my finger coated in brandy. Yep, the boy was teething alright. We merely hang out there until my spidey senses tingled. Sadly I couldn't move so it rang playing a Ke$ha song. Damn it, Cheryl was calling.

I picked Bobby John up and walked over to the table grabbing my purse and took the cellphone out. I managed to connect the call, while holding the baby.

"Hey Cher," I said softly.

"Sky, where the hell are you?" Cheryl demanded.

"In South Dakota," I lied. "I left a note on the table for you."

"Still, I got a guy at the front door asking for you. Says his name is Alfie, is he your boyfriend?" Cheryl said.

Shit, I forgot about Alfie coming over so he can use the kitchen. I figure he was trying to impress me with his cooking, but the friend zone is not passing him. "Cher, I'm so sorry, I forgot about him. Can you tell him I had a family/friend emergency?"

"Sure, tell Bobby I said hi and he gets well soon." She answered.

"I will." I promised before hanging up.

Bobby John made a coo placing his hand on my chest. I looked at him and sighed, "Word of advice, try to not lead people on."

The baby stared at me confused before opening his mouth and closing it creating a little bubble. I chuckled which resulted to Bobby John giggling. Unable to resist, I laid him down on the bed and started playing with him with tickles and raspberries. Bobby John giggled hysterically trying to avoid my lips and fingers but failed.

As time went on, Bobby John was tired out. So I put him back on the crib and laid down on the bed ready for a nap myself. It has been a long tiring day and I so far had four hours of sleep.

I probably gotten two hours of sleep until waking up by my Spidey senses. Immediately I sat up looking around for any threat. Then realizing Bobby John was silent, I got up walking over to him. He seemed peaceful, awake, but peaceful. Maybe I'm just paranoid. As I turned around to head back to sleep a loud pop could be heard followed by splats. I gasped, standing there feeling warm slime and blood all over me meanwhile Bobby John cried in pain. Opening my eyes the entire wall was covered in slime and blood. In horror I looked down to expect something horrible.

However it wasn't horror I saw…no lying in the crib was a crying baby alright. But a dark skin baby. Holy shit, now it makes sense. The shifter was not killing parents to make baby stew. No, he, she, it was collecting their offspring. I picked up Bobby John in shock analyzing him wondering where he got the idea of turning black. Then I looked at the television where the diaper box was.

My cellphone rang being Sam's number. I accepted, holding the device while trying to calm Bobby John down.

"Sam?" I started, still lost for words.

"I talked to the father. He's out. But the baby …" Sam started.

"Let me guess, the shapeshifter is his dad." I said still in shock.

"Uh…yeah…your clairvoyance told you that?" Sam accused.

"No, because I'm holding a black baby." I said.

"I'm on my way." Sam said hanging up.

Needing to clean Bobby John and me up. I immediately went to the bathroom and started a shower. First I put Bobby John on the floor on top of a towel as I shed my clothing before picking him up and we got in the shower. It was difficult at first, but I managed to clean the both of us up while Bobby John cried. Once out of the shower, I literally walked naked to the bed setting a towel on the bed and wrapped the other around my waist. Quickly towel drying I put on my shorts, and tank top then put Bobby John in a diaper.

Immediately I grabbed my phone calling the only Supernatural being that help me with this. Checking the time, it should be morning in Australia. Taking the risk, I called Tony hoping he can help me with this, because I seriously don't know what I'm doing with a shifter baby. The phone rang four times before receiving an answer.

"Well if it ain't my favorite Yankee," Tony replied on the other end. "Wait…is that a baby?"

"Tony, what do I do with a shifter baby?" I said in panic.

The line goes silent on the other end until, "Can you repeat that again?"

"What do I do with a shapeshifter baby?" I repeated. "I got a six month old baby who just change different race."

"Okay," Tony said now serious. "He's probably in shock from the pain. Do you have anything from the shifter parent?"

"No, because he's on a murder spree." I said.

"Oh…" Tony replied. "Try skin contact. Physical contact helps calm the nerves."

"Skin contact?" I asked.

"Just do it." Tony said.

Sighing, I shed my tank top leaving me in my bra and short. Then I picked Bobby John holding him close that his head literally lay on my shoulder. I rubbed his back while sitting down on the bed singing once again. About five minutes Bobby John settled down from the pain though fussed. I sighed in relief picking up my phone.

"It worked," I said.

"Good." Tony replied. "Though, how do you have a shifter baby with ya?"

I took a deep breath explaining the situation to Tony. He understands that the shapeshifter killing people needs to be killed, though the thought about Bobby John bothers him. He doesn't know Sam, and hearing what is going on probably doesn't trust him.

"When things settle down, I and Siena won't mind taking Bobby John in." he offered.

"You would do that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know what that kid is going through. It better be wise he be raised by a shifter who knows what's going on compare to the one you're dealing with. I'll have Jesse pick you up when you are ready." He said.

"Thank you, Tony." I praised. "You are a life saver."

"Anything for the kid." He chuckled sadly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Manager."

Oh shit, I thought. As my Spidey senses tingled knowing this wasn't good. In fact, I sensed danger coming from the other end.

"Everything okay in there?" The manager asked.

"Yeah. We're fine. Thank you." I said standing up and placing Bobby John in the crib. He fussed though didn't cry.

"There have been complaints." The manager said. "You mind opening the door, ma'am?"

"Not a good time sir," I lied. "I'm …I'm breast feeding."

That is one awful lie. But knowing guys, mentioning the word breast feeding and they should back away. Although trusting my instincts, I went to the table grabbing my silver knife. Just then the door knob rattled. My eyes narrowed as I waited for the shapeshifter to enter. Once the door opens, a police officer entered with a gun.

I attacked shoving him against the wall and cut his arm. The creature hissed pushing me away looking pissed. But I stood in between him and Bobby John.

"Get out of the way." The shapeshifter said.

"Like that's gonna happen." I sneered.

"The child should be with his father." He said.

"Last I check you killed daddy." I taunt. "Let alone the family resemblance."

The shifter smirked, "I'm not just talking about me. I'm talking about our father."

I looked at him confused, "How old are you?"

Not answering the shapeshifter attacked. I swung the silver blade cutting him on the face. He growled stumbling back holding his face. I launched at him ready to stab him in the vital organ region, when he suddenly grabbed my arm and tossed me hard with unexplainable strength. My body hit the wall then tumbled on the bed, pain consuming my head. I groaned, watching the shapeshifter turn around towards Bobby John.

Out of nowhere a gun fired while the bullet struck the shape shifter from behind in a through and through. The noise startled Bobby John making him cry. I looked at the direction of the gun to see Sam there wearing a suit. He appeared so calm like this was nothing.

I panted, "I think now's a good time to call Danson?"

.o0o.

Bobby John was asleep in the back while Sam drives around the area. I was on the phone trying to contact Dean. Things have become serious to a point we need back up. Although, it led to an argument between Sam and I that Dean doesn't hunt anymore. I told him we have no choice.

"Skylar," Dean greeted.

"Dean, I need a huge favor." I said.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Sam and I are on a case and things just got worse." I explained.

"Dude," Dean sighed.

"Please, this is very important." I begged.

"I'm out, and I'm staying out." Dean said.

"Dean, I'm serious." I said furiously.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"For a shapeshifter baby that is in the back seat." I answered.

Dean went silent on the other end. I called out his name thinking we got disconnected or he hanged up. "Where do you want to meet?"

I sighed in relief taking a moment to speak with Sam. He gave the location of where to meet up which I tell Dean. Dean said he'll be there in a few hours. So the entire ride is just keep moving and don't encounter another shifter. My mind lost in what the shape shifter said, "Our Father." In other words there's another shape shifter out there. And daddy dearest won't be happy.

Sighing, I reached for the glove box to pull out a map. Suddenly Bill's journal fell out. Old anger from last month returned. Furious I glared at Sam.

"Why did you steal my dad's journal?" I asked.

"I didn't steal it." Sam answered. "I borrow it."

"Really, because I don't remember you asking." I muttered.

"Sorry," Sam said, in a way that meant nothing.

I exhaled sharply opening the journal to read any information my dad got on shapeshifters.

.o0o.

We parked outside a field when Dean came over in a truck. Bobby John was in my arms drinking from a bottle while Sam leaned against the car. Dean walked over surprised to see a dark skin baby looking at BJ then Sam, then BJ again. So Sam explained the situation, while I adjusted Bobby John for his burping.

"You know, it's pretty smart, actually." Sam complimented. "I mean, shifter poses as a guard for the security company to get near the house. Then it scopes out the fam."

"Yeah, then real dad takes off, and shifter becomes daddy." I added.

"A few glasses of wine, shakes momma's trees, comes back in nine months to collect its prize." Dean sarcastically said.

Suddenly Bobby John burped catching everyone's attention. He giggled while spew covered his bottom chin. Taking a clean rag I wiped it off him.

"I didn't even know they had babies. I thought they were just freaks of nature, like X-Men style." Sam said.

"Clearly you don't have an imagination." I muttered.

"You learn something new every day, huh?" Dean said, still amaze as he looked at Bobby John.

"I've never seen a baby monster before." Sam said.

"He's not a monster." I said protectively remembering Tony explaining not all supernatural beings are monsters in primal sense. "I mean, BJ's still just a baby. It's not its fault its dad's a shapeshifter and brother is a murderer shifter."

"Right, but it's a shifter, too." Sam countered.

I glared at Sam putting a protective arm over Bobby John. Dean sensed the tension as he stood between us.

"Still doesn't change the fact that we've got to look after this thing." Dean said. "I mean, what the hell are we going to do with it? We can't actually drop it off at an orphanage. They might get upset when it turns Asian."

"Samuel." Sam suggested.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Who?" I asked at the same time.

"Samuel. Our grandfather." Sam explained. "He'll know what to do."

"You want to bring it to a bunch of hunters?" Dean accused.

"Not just hunters, Dean. They're our family." Sam clarified

"No, I'm not bringing the baby to hunters." I said cautiously.

"We don't know them." Dean added.

"I do. Not every hunter is a head case. I mean, Samuel is actually a lot like you." Sam said.

"I'm a freaking head case." Dean burst out.

"Well . . . pitch a better idea then." Sam challenged.

Dean went silent while I spoke up, "I know a researcher/hunter who deals with children who are born with these types of situation. He can help us."

"How soon?" Dean asked liking the idea.

"A day or two depending on travel." I answered.

"Great!" Sam said. "Until then, Samuel, it is."

My Spidey-senses tingled for I didn't like the idea. Sam was holding something back and not sharing with the group. So when we left I sat in the back seat of the car keeping an eye on Bobby John. I will not let him out of my sight until Jesse brings Tony over to collect him. Tony is the only shifter I can trust, and with Sienna's help they both can raise Bobby John as if he was their own. So I sent a text to Tony to have Jesse ready for teleportation in the morning US standard time.

When we got to Samuels place my ability kept telling me this place was dangerous and we were being watch. A couple of hunters stood outside the gate holding guns. They lower to look inside seeing Sam. One came to the driver side speaking to Sam explaining the situation before allowing us in. Once inside and parked, Dean generously helped me out with Bobby John while I got out then handed me the kid back. Seven hours, I kept telling myself until Jesse arrives. We then enter to one of the large sheds where four other hunters were inside. The Campbell's are well known hunter family out in the heart of America. Back when the Roadhouse was in business, a couple of Campbells would drop by for a drink. Sam introduced me to the bunch, Christian, Gwen, Mark, and Samuel. Samuel, Gwen, and Sam went to the back talking.

I held Bobby John rocking him to sleep while Dean stands close. Having Dean here was a good decision, because I don't know what to do if I was here alone. Christian walked over to us having this look before walking by and taking a seat. Then Gwen walked over standing in front of us smiling at the sleeping shifter.

"Well aren't you just the best disguise a monster ever wore?" Gwen cooed. Dean rolled his eyes stepping between us blocking Bobby John. Gwen scoffed. "I'm kidding, Dean. Relax." Then walks away.

Mark stood in front of us, not saying anything but stares.

"What, you got something to say? No?" Dean challenged. Mark didn't respond. "Alright, well, you stand there and think at us."

Sam and Samuel entered the room. I could see some inherited traits from Samuel on Dean. However something was off. Isn't he supposed to be dead? Even by age today he would either be in a nursing home or dead. Not some sixty year old man.

"What's our next move?" Sam asked.

"I got a couple of ideas." Samuel said. "Skylar, let me see the little guy."

I held Bobby John closesly looking at Dean.

"That's alright, I got him." I said.

Samuel smiled sincerely, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"You really don't want her to answer that question." Dean warned.

Christian spoke up as he put his feet on the ground. "Well I'm curious. Who exactly do you think we are?"

"Hunters." I answered.

"And you're not?" Christian challenged.

"I'm a researcher." I said.

"Leave her be," Dean warned.

"Funny, here I've been thinking we're family." Christian said.

"Hey, let's not get worked up." Sam casually said.

"Yeah, yeah, let's not." Christian said as he went back to his project.

"Here, Sky, it's fine." Sam said as he approached me. Instantly my instinct had me step back holding Bobby John tightly. When our eyes stared at each other, his pupil barely moved. Still constricted as before. Yet his face showed emotion of trust. "Let me take him. " I debated; looking at the baby as Sam carefully took him. "It's okay."

Bobby John stirred but didn't wake up as Sam passed the child to Samuel. Samuel smiled speaking softly, "Hey there. You're a big fella, aren't ya? Yeah. I haven't held one of these in a long time." He then looked at Dean. "Your mom was the tiniest. She was as bald as a cue ball."

"Alright, so what the hell are we going to do with him?" Dean said not trusting him.

"Raise him." Samuel answered.

"Raise him?" Dean snapped."

"What, you've got another suggestion?" Samuel asked.

"Yes, I have somebody coming over to pick BJ up." I answered.

"It's dangerous out there for him, Skylar." Samuel said.

"And what about in here?" Dean said bitterly. "What are we gonna - study him? Poke at him?

"Your mind goes straight to torture, Dean. Don't assume that for everyone." Christian said.

He did not say that? I thought in shock. How on earth does Christian know about Dean's time in hell?

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Dean demanded.

"Sorry, I heard about what you majored in, down in the Pit." Christian answered.

"The hell is your problem, man?" Dean asked.

"You're starting to become a pain in my ass." Christian said as he stood up marching over. However Sam got in the way.

"Christian, take it easy, man. He's my brother." Sam said to the hunter.

"We all done bristling up here, or what? Nobody's doing anything to him, Dean. When he's old enough, we throw it to him. He wants to volunteer to help out, that's fine." Samuel assured.

"Could be great." Mark finally spoke out.

"How so?" I asked.

"Think of the kind of hunter he'll grow up to be." The blond hair hunter answered.

My eyes widen to such an idea. No, no, and hell no are they taking Bobby Johns chance and opportunity to live a semi-normal life. I won't allow it. Before I could give a negative response, Dean did the honor.

"You all are joking, right?" Dean barked. "I mean, come on! You can't . . . "Angelina Jolie" a shape shifter. Give me the baby."

As Dean stepped forward to Samuel ready to grab Bobby John except the older hunter stepped back. Samuel looked hurt for some reason. "Why can't you give me an inch of trust, Dean?"

"Maybe because you two are suddenly back from the dead, and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how the hell that happened!" Dean answered.

"You're not the only one who wants to know." Sam said.

"There's just a little too much mystery with this family for me to get comfy." Dean argued.

"Then don't! But don't put it on us. All we're trying to do is invite you in." Samuel said turning to the cocky hunter. "Christian?"

"Yeah?" he stood up straight.

"You and Arlene- still no luck on the baby front?" Samuel asked.

Christian smiled, "Not yet, no."

"But you want one?" Samuel continued.

"Yeah, we do." Christian answered.

"Oh, hell no." I said.

"It's okay, Skylar. It's alright." Samuel assured as he handed Bobby John to Christian. "Congrats. It's a boy… sometimes."

Christian laughs rocking the baby, "The crap I do for this family."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No, sorry to say this, but my friend Tony and his girlfriend are taking BJ in. I promised them."

"Go to hell, Skylar." Christian said.

My eyes widen hitting a nerve. My clairvoyant ability telling me to not trust the Campbells even if they are Sam and Dean's relatives. My anxiety got the worse of me, as if something is not right. As if trouble is brooding the entire atmosphere. All I want to do is grab Bobby John and run.

"Hey!" Dean said being protective. "You have no business raising anything."

"Why, Dean…Sky?" Sam asked. " 'Cause he's a hunter?"

Before Dean and I could respond the dogs outside started to bark. Immediately all the Campbells were on high alert. Christian handed Bobby John to Samuel which he passes on to me. He orders his men to check the back door while looking at the Winchesters and me.

"Downstairs, panic room. He'll be safe there." Samuel ordered. "Go. Forget it, go! Now!"

Dean, Sam, and I left for the panic room with Bobby John. The tension made things uncomfortable for Bobby John as he started to cry. Quickly we ran down stairs and into an iron bunker room similar to Bobby's place. The baby crying intensifies yet I tried to remain calm while rocking him and getting my phone out to call Jesse.

Unfortunately there was no cell reception. I cursed putting the phone away while watching the guys. Chaos could be heard upstairs, including gun fire.

"Come on, sweetie," I murmured trying to keep Bobby John calm. "There, there."

Another gun goes off.

"That does not sound good up there." Dean noted.

More ruckuses could be heard.

"Alright," Sam sighed, "I'm going up. Stay with the baby."

"I'm coming with you," Dean said.

They Winchesters made their way to the door. Only they jumped from fright as another Sam appeared on the other side of the door. Shit, another shape shifter. Sam pulled out his silver knife. However this doesn't faze the creature as it yanked the iron door off the hinges throwing it aside like it weighs nothing. It enters as Sam attacked. However the shifter grabbed Sam's arm then tossed him across the room.

Dean fought the shifter getting a few punches, except it hardly phase the thing. Dean stumbled back holding his arm staring at the thing. Before Dean could even strike, the thing gave an uppercut knocking him unconscious. The creature then turned to face me as his body shimmer till it looked exactly like me. Wait, doesn't shapeshifter shed their skin?

"Give me the baby." The creature said using my voice.

"As if," I panted.

She glared at me, marching over till she had me pinned to a wall. Her hand grabbed my neck lifting me up with such ease glaring at me. I held Bobby John close though was in shock. My legs trying to kick this thing while I desperately choke for air. This was no ordinary shape shifter. With her other hand she gingerly grabbed Bobby John. She stared at me debating what to do until Bobby John may a coo. The shape shifter stared at him and nodded letting me drop to the floor.

I gasped holding my neck trying to breathe as the shape shifter took Bobby John away. A cough escaped, as I tried to breathe. Once I managed to catch my breath then crawled over to Dean shaking him. After strong shakes and a slap to the face Dean woken up rubbing his chin.

"Where's Bobby John?" Dean asked.

"Shapeshifter got him." I answered.

"Are you okay?" he then asked.

I nodded, helping him up as we went back to the main floor where the other hunters were. Surprisingly Sam decided to go up instead of checking on Dean and I. Way out of character for him. Usually if anyone of us gets hurt Sam would come and help.

Back on the main floor a lot of Campbells were rubbing their limbs. However there was a body on the ground with a blanket over it. A casualty. Looking around I notice Mark was missing. I can only assume it was Mark's lifeless body that laid there dead.

"Pretty sure it's not a myth now." Samuel said.

"Yeah. " Sam agreed.

"What the hell was that thing?" Dean asked.

"We think it may have been an Alpha." Samuel answered.

"An alpha, like?" Dean continued.

"Like all monsters come from somewhere, right?" Samuel explained.

"And you believe that was an alpha?" I asked.

"The king shapeshifter. First one who spawned all the others? There's tons of lore about it." Samuel said.

"The first one?" Dean said in disbelief.

"That's why it was so strong, and why nothing we had stopped it." Sam added.

"And he said that he could find the baby anywhere. That he could feel it, like there's a connection. That's in the lore, too." Samuel included.

"But why babies?" I asked, rubbing my neck.

"A softball team?" Samuel suggested. "I got no clue."

"Great, well then how do we kill it?" Dean asked.

Samuel and Sam paused with a look. The oldest hunter answered, "I don't know if we can."

After an hour of clean up and me calling Tony to inform him of the situation the Winchesters and I left the building. Tony wasn't pleased in what he heard but learned about alphas. For him he encountered probably two other shapeshifter. Now to hear an alpha brings caution.

Anyway, my thoughts lingered into what Samuel said about the alpha. And he said that he could find the baby anywhere. That he could feel it, like there's a connection. Then add the shifter from the motel. What he said of "our father" before Sam shot him.

"You know, I realize something." I announced.

Both Sam and Dean stopped, as Sam replied. "What's that?"

"Before you killed that shifter in the motel he mentions a father, meaning alpha, right?" I said.

"Huh. Yeah, I guess so." Sam answered.

"But did you hear him say it?" I challenged.

"Uh, I don't know. Kind of a hot moment, you know? Why?" Sam said.

"I don't know, maybe because I think you were using Bobby John as bait." I announced a hint of anger in my voice. "You been with the Campbell to know that the Alpha is out there, and the lore, and instead of informing me you put him at risk."

Dean looked at Sam surprise though spoke naturally. "So was that the plan? To use the baby as bait?"

"Of course not." Sam said casually then chuckled. "Dean, Sky, I just thought that Samuel's was the safest place. That's all."

"Right, of course." Dean chuckled.

I shook my head no. "I don't."

"Skylar, I'm sorry if I lead you to believe that." Sam apologized as he grabbed my hand.

My clairvoyant ability activated as I felt emptiness inside. I yanked my hand out of his own. There's something about him that was off. Like he is another person. Unable to tolerate this, I walked over to Dean asking if he could drive me back to the storage unit. Sensing this, he nodded leading me back to his truck. He helped me in the passanger seat before getting into the drivers leaving Campbell's compound.

None of us spoke for an hour.

"Skylar," Dean started but stopped.

"What?" I replied.

"What was that over there?" he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I don't know. Every time Sam touches me…all I feel is utter emptiness. And when he comes up with an excuse or idea…I don't trust him. He's not Sam, Dean. He's not our Sam."

"I know what you mean," Dean muttered.

"I'm afraid he's gonna do somethin', and there will be no way to get him out of it." I murmured.

After saying that Dean drove not saying another word. It was dawn by the time we reached the storage facility. It was nice to see Dean again, although I wished it was under different circumstance. Things have gone crazy now. And the important question is should I return to hunting or not?

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