Author's Note: I'm really horrible at updating consistently, but here's a new chapter!

~ Chapter Thirteen ~

"Hey Alfie," Dean cooed as he bent down over the bars of the crib, scooping the almost six-month old baby in his arms. "Oh you've grown, haven't you?" He coos again, holding him underneath his arms as he moves over to the rocking chair. The doctor says he doesn't need as much babying to put Alfie to sleep anymore, but he sure seems to like the rocking chair anyways, even if it's just for sitting with someone.

Dean sits down in the chair, carefully placing Alfie on his lap, holding his sides firmly so he can sit up properly. "How's that, little guy?"

Alfie makes a sort of squeal in response and wiggles around, making himself fall forward, since he couldn't exactly fall any other direction. Steadying the baby between his hands again, Dean starts bouncing his knees, letting a grin spread across his face as the baby bursts into uncontrollable peals of laughter.

Aflie's smile only grows when he hears his Papa walk in the room.

"Pa-pa!"

"Hi Alfie!" Cas called back to the baby, his face lighting up at the new word's Jo taught him.

"He learns fast." Cas adds, kneeling down beside the rocking chair, glancing between his husband and the baby who sits squirming happily between his Daddy's hands.

"Sure does." Dean grins again, affectionately bringing Alfie against him while Cas went to get the extra chair from the corner of the room.

The baby takes a handful of his daddy's shirt in his tiny hand, and Dean grins – he remembers when Jo was just as small, if not even tinier and would spend all the time she could grabbing onto things, including Cas' nose or Dean's ear if she could reach. She was more of a touchy-feely kind of baby, he realizes with a smile, knowing full well how she still was like that, even as she was nearing her seventh birthday.

They spend the next few minutes sitting there, taking turns talking to Alfie and making silly faces at him, making him laugh and asking him what Daddy's name was, what his teddy bear was called until Cas suggested he go say good night to Jo while he put the baby to sleep. Dean complied, passing Alfie into his husband's arm, giving them both a peck on the forehead as he went.

But before he could get halfway out the door of the nursery, there was the unmistakable sound of glass shattering and an earsplitting shriek filled the house.

"Don't move!" Dean barked as he took a few steps toward the linen closet, where he knows a gun is hidden.

The command was truly meant for the person who just fucking broke in, but he was grateful that Cas was being just as compliant and keeping the baby quiet.

He ran across the hallway and knocked Jo's bedroom door open from its jarred state, positioning the gun at the nothing before him – the bedroom was totally sound, the only thing remnant of the shriek and crash being broken glass across the carpet, dotted with blood in a line that grew thicker and thicker as it drew closer to the window, where it pooled all along the windowsill.

Panic coursed through Dean's veins as he cautiously stepped over the shards of broken glass sticking out of the carpet towards the crumpled note on the bed, cursing under his breath that whatever thing did this, stole his baby girl would pay.

"Winchester:

Hope you don't mind me borrowing your little girl, Dean. She's a real cutie and if you want her back you're going to come meet us at the old warehouse outside town. You will come at night and you will come alone or else your precious baby girl and the rest of that horrendously adorable family of yours feel the pain.

We'll be meeting shortly."

~ End Chapter ~

Author's Note: Okay I'm really sorry for the incredibly short chapter, but my muse was just continuing to fail me this evening and there isn't much that I can do about that. I plan on the next chapter being much longer, so if you're avidly reading this: thank you, and I hope you're looking forward to some real plot.