--Continuing the baby story tanx 4 reviews!!--

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"Oh my God". Sam said.

"Oh God what is it? It's a head isn't it?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head. He looked in the creatures black eyes.

"Dean it's a baby."

"A-a what?" Dean said, walking toward Sam.

"A baby." He said. Dean saw the child's black eyes.

"Sam that's not a baby it's a death trap." Dean said.

"What are we gonna do with it?" Sam asked. Dean started walking to his car again.

"Dean we can't just leave it here!" Sam yelled. He looked down at the baby. Minus the black eyes it was very adorable. He pulled the blanket down and revealed a pink dress.

That answers that question. Sam stood with the baby and walked over to Dean. "Come on Dean you can't be that heartless." Sam said.

"Can and will." Dean replied stubbornly. Sam held the baby in front of Dean's face. Her light brown curls grazed her ears and she smiled a dimpled grin at him.

"You are seriously considering leaving this little girl in a dark alley downtown?" Sam asked.

"Fine!" Dean said, walking past Sam and the demon seed. "It's sittin' with you." Sam pulled the baby back and got in the Impala. He sat the baby on the edge of his knees, unsure if what to do with her. Dean started the engine and got onto the main road. He glanced nervously at the baby.

"So mom any ideas on what we're gonna do with it?" Dean asked gruffly.

"I don't know. It's not like there's a demon baby orphanage around. Maybe we should take care of her." Sam said. The baby looked at Dean, as if waiting for an answer. Dean looked at Sam, then the baby and back again.

"Hell no." He said bluntly, the baby frowned.

"Why not?" Sam asked loudly. "What are we gonna do exorcise her?" Dean didn't answer. "Oh my God you aren't serious?" Sam asked. Still no answer. "Dean we can't send a baby to Hell."

"It's a demon Sam. A.k.a evil. Isn't that what we kill or am I wrong?" Said Dean.

"You cared enough to take her out of that alley I know you care enough not to exorcise her." Sam defended. Dean sighed.

"Okay, but we can't keep her." Dean said.

Dean opened the motel room door and let Sam and the baby pass him. Sam held her out in front of him, again unsure of what to do. He carefully sat her on the bed. She looked around the room curiously.

"Are we gonna name her or just call her evil baby?" Sam asked. The baby began bouncing up and down on the bed.

"Well, she's a chick so we can't call her Axel." Dean said grinning. Sam rolled his eyes. "How about Rose?"

"Yeah. And when she gets older and asks whoever she got her name from they'll say a bunch of long haired druggies that used to be able to sing."

"How dare you trash Guns 'N Roses." Dean said. He gestured to the baby. "Let's ask her." Dean said.

"Fine." They walked over to her and Sam picked her up. "Can we call you Rose?" He asked softly. Rose smiled.

"Ha ha I win." Dean laughed. Sam set Rose back down.

"She seems alright. You think all babies are this quiet?"

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

The lights flickered and Roses shrieks filled the little room. Sam was gently bouncing her up and down, trying to get her to stop crying. Dean had his hands over his ears.

"God I've never heard a kid this loud!" He yelled.

"Do you want to try something?" Sam yelled back, going slightly deaf from Rose.

"Maybe she's hungry!" Dean yelled. Sam nodded. He walked over to Dean and thrust Rose at him.

"Take her. I'll go get her some food." he said. Before Dean could retaliate Sam put Rose in his arms. Her wailing stopped instantly. Dean looked at her, wide eyed. "Oh my God," Sam said. "Dean you're a miracle worker." Dean said nothing. Her black eyes weren't cold and evil like all the other demons they'd faced. Her's were warm, innocent.

"I'll be back." Sam said, edging toward the door.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with her?" Dean said.

"I don't know," Sam said, half of his body already out the door. "Be creative." And he closed the door. Dean looked at Rose, who smiled at him sweetly.

"One wrong move and it's fire time for you." He said. She giggled. She was adorable. Like a baby out of the magazine. All except for the onyx eyes. Her cheeks were plump and rosy, her hair light and soft. And she was so content, when you talked to her it actually looked like she was listening.

She's a demon Dean. He told himself. She could attack you at any moment. He looked down at her again. She took his necklace and was gnawing on it, her chubby fingers wrapped around the string. Yeah right.

Sam reached the motel about an hour and a half later, a large grocery bag under his arm. He didn't believe how much stuff babies needed. There were eighty different types of formula, double that in diapers, and millions of bottles. He started to open the motel room door when he heard a noise.

"Ah!" Dean yelled, then a loud crash.

"Dean!" Sam yelled and he wrenched open the door.

--Oh, don't you hate cliffhangers? I hope the 80's rock fans enjoyed my Guns 'N Roses reference!! (For those who don't know Axel Rose is the lead singer of Guns 'N roses) Please push that perdy button. It would be much appreciated by moi!--