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Sam reached the motel an hour and a half later, a large grocery bag under his arm...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.

Dean pushed himself up off the ground, the fallen lamp next to him. He didn't seem to notice Sam come in. He looked around for Rose. She was under the coffee table against the wall, giggling softly and watching Dean.

"Alright," Dean said, brushing himself off. "I may' fell but I'm still gonna find you." Sam cocked his head to one side, a smile creeping across his face. Rose giggled again. "Maybe she's under...Here!" Dean lifted up the bed skirt. "Nope." He walked over to the closet. "Okay, I know she's in... Here!" He pulled the door open. "Nope." Sam had to stifle a laugh. His macho big brother was playing hide and seek with a baby.

Dean walked in front of the coffee table. Rose gazed at his legs, wide eyed.

"Well," He said. "Maybe she's gone forever." Rose smiled, thinking she had outwitted the older man. "Or maybe she's under here!" Dean reached under the table and pulled Rose out swiftly. She screamed happily. Sam's laughter burst from his throat. Dean jumped and quickly put Rose down.

"How-how long 've you been standing there?" Dean asked. Sam continued to laugh.

"Long enough man, long enough." He laughed, his ribs starting to ache. Dean flushed.

"Hey you told me to get creative." He said. Sam laughed harder.

Twelve diapers, three bottles, two jars of baby food, and two hours later, Sam and Dean were exhausted. Rose however, wasn't. She was playing happily with a brown teddy bear and a binky.

"How does one kid make such a mess?" Sam asked.

"She is a mess." Dean said. It was true. Half of the baby food in the jars were on Rose's face. He turned to Sam. "You're givin' her a bath."

"Oh nuh-uh. Absolutely not." Sam protested.

"It's either that or you put her to bed." Dean sighed.

"Fine." Sam groaned. He plucked Rose off the floor, and carried her to the small, very small kitchen in the room. He sat her on the counter. She gazed at him curiously. Sam laughed lightly. "Man you're a cutie huh?" She grinned shyly. After undressing her, Sam filled up the sink with warm water and set Rose inside. She giggled happily and grabbed at the bubbles made by the baby soap. Sam laughed. He dipped a washcloth in the water and wiped her face.

"I wonder why your parents left you in that alley." Sam said. Rose continued playing with an empty plastic cup. "Maybe you were just too much trouble." Rose looked up at him, smiled mischievously, and splashed him. "Hey!" Sam yelled, smiling.

"Ghe he hee." Rose giggled, splashing more water on him.

"Okay let's see how you like it." Sam splashed her and bubbles dripped down her nose. Rose pulled her hands back, Sam watched amazed as the water did too. The water balled up and swirled a few inches above the sink. "Oh don't you dare-" Sam said. But the water flew at him as Rose thrust her hands forward and drenched Sam, also knocking him backwards.

"Ghee he hee hee." Rose laughed. Sam smiled and wiped the bubbles off his face.

"Dean is so bathing you next time." He grabbed the towel off of the counter and dried her off. After putting a light yellow dress on her he set her down and she crawled back into the bedroom area.

Sam walked into the bathroom. He was a little frazzled from what happened with Rose. She was powerful. And that scared him. Not that she'd hurt him or Dean, but that people might see her as a threat. He shook his head and peeled off his shirt and put on a dry one. He shook the water out of his hair and walked out.

Dean was holding Rose and was sitting in the rocking chair, rocking her back and forth. Her light brown curls shone on Dean's black T-shirt. Her thumb was in her mouth and her other hand gripped Dean's necklace. As Dean rocked her, he sang lightly,

"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done," Dean's eyes were closed, and slowly Rose's did too. Sam smiled softly. No matter how tough Dean was, he had a soft spot for little girls. Dean was silent suddenly.

"Dean?" Sam said. He got no answer. "Dean?" Still nothing. Sam thought about waking Dean up, but changed his mind. He draped a blanket over the two and went to bed.

If only he knew how bad things would get.

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