Two and a Half Men Part 1

The Impala was mostly covered by a tan tarp, but the trunk was clear. Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and looked inside. He took out his sawed-off shotgun, checked the rounds, and then put it away. He closed the trunk, locked it, put the keys in his toolbox, and let the tarp settle back over the trunk of the Impala. He left the garage with a box labeled 'KITCHEN'.

~/~\~

Angela and Lisa were unpacking boxes as Dean walked in.

"Thank you so much for the help, Angela." Lisa smiled. "We really appreciate it."

"Oh, it's not a problem," Angela replied. "Y'all are family." She added with a smile. She noticed that Ben seemed a little down. "What's up, kiddo?"

"Nothing." Ben shrugged.

Lisa sighed. "At least wait until you've checked the place out before you hate it." She said. "Open mind, that's all I ask."

"Yeah, alright." Ben sighed, standing up. "I'll be back." He walked towards his bike.

"Oh, hey." Dean stopped him. "Where's the fire?"

"Just going to check out the block," Ben replied.

"And let your mom and Angie unpack the kitchen by themselves?" Dean raised a brow. "Come on."

"We'll go for lunch later," Lisa assured. "Scope out the neighborhood. Right?" She looked at Dean.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Dean nodded. He looked at Ben. "Come on, why don't you give me a hand?"

Dean and Ben left the room together.

~/~\~

Cop cars were on the street and policemen walked in and out of the front door of a house surrounded by crime scene tape. Sam was talking to a detective. He held a flyer for a missing child in his hand.

"Where'd you find them?" Sam asked.

"We found the parents upstairs." The detective replied. "Pretty brutal."

"Break in?" Sam raised a brow.

The detective shook his head. "No, the alarm never went off."

"Any leads on the baby?" Sam asked.

"None yet." the detective replied.

"So, what do you think? Think it's okay? Alive?" Sam pressed.

"I did yesterday." The detective nodded.

"Thank you." Sam nodded. He walked up the path towards the house, ducking under the crime scene tape that blocked it off.

~/~\~

The doorbell rang. Dean opened the front door to reveal a pizza delivery man.

"Hi." The delivery man smiled.

"Hey," Dean replied quietly, pulling out some cash.

"One cheese, one everything?" The delivery man asked.

"Yeah. Thank you." Dean replied, taking the pizzas. He handed the cash to the man. "There you go. Keep the change."

"Thanks." The delivery man smiled.

"Thanks." Dean nodded.

Dean turned and saw Lisa, Angela, and Ben standing behind him.

"What?" Dean shrugged.

"I thought we were going out?" Lisa raised a brow.

Dean smiled sheepishly. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'm sorry."

"Sure." Lisa pursed her lips. "I'll look for plates." She left the room.

Angela walked up to Dean, arms folded across her chest. "Forgot, huh?"

"I'm just worried," Dean admitted.

"Dean, I get it, but you're being slightly overbearing." She sighed.

~/~\~

Sam left the house. He was talking to Samuel on his cellphone.

"Hey." Sam greeted. "So, I've been all over this. No sulfur. No EMF. I'm starting to think maybe it's not our kind of thing."

"Four couples slaughtered in one part of the state within days of each other," Samuel explained. "That's four babies taken from locked houses. Dammit! Explain to me how any version of that is natural."

"No, no, I agree," Sam replied. "It's awful. I'm just saying this one might be on the police."

"Okay, so either we've got monsters grabbing babies to make baby stew, or we've got a bunch of psychotic yokels grabbing babies to make baby stew," Samuel explained. "Either way, it's baby stew, which is bad."

Sam just sighed.

"Am I boring you?" Samuel asked. "You got someplace you need to be?"

"No, no, no, I get it," Sam replied.

"Good," Samuel said. "You know, sometimes I wonder about you, Sam."

"Sometimes I wonder about me, too." Sam agreed.

"Well, I will go back over everything." Samuel sighed. "See if there's anything we missed."

Sam saw a sign for 'Harper Caine Security' in the front yard of the house. "Hey, the detective said the alarm in the house never went off," Sam said. "You mind taking a quick look—see if anyone else had a system from Harper Caine Security?"

"Yeah, sure," Samuel replied. "Any chance I get to hop on a computer."

~/~\~

Dean entered the garage. The trunk of the Impala was open, and Ben was holding Dean's sawed-off shotgun.

"What the hell?" Dean ran over to him. "Hey, hey, give me that." He took the gun, put it back in the trunk, and closed it. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I just wanted to see it," Ben mumbled.

"Listen to me," Dean said seriously. "Don't ever open this trunk. Do you understand me?"

"Okay, sorry." Ben murmured. "But I don't get it. You had your own rifle when you were my age."

"Ben, mark my words. You will never, ever shoot a gun, ever." Dean said.

"I know what's going on," Ben said suddenly. "You think something might be coming for us."

"There's nothing coming for us," Dean assured.

"I could do what you do!" Ben said. "You could teach me how to shoot—

"Shut up about the freaking gun, okay!" Dean snapped.

Ben visibly shrunk. "Okay. Sorry. I'm sorry." He left the garage.

~/~\~

Sam was sitting on a park bench, reading a file. His cell phone rang and he answered it.

"You were right," Samuel said. "Every family that got hit: Harper Caine Security. So I pulled the client records."

"Right, to see if there are any other families who fit the profile," Sam said.

"There is another happy couple walking and talking, a 6-month-old baby, like all the others," Samuel replied.

"What's the address?" Sam asked.

~/~\~

"Hey," Dean said.

"What happened?" Lisa asked. "Ben's been locked in his room for hours. He won't talk to me or Angela. Just said you yelled at him. What did he do?"

"Nothing," Dean assured.

"What did you do?" Lisa raised a brow.

"He got into my tools," Dean replied. "I shouldn't have got mad."

Lisa sighed. "You want to talk about this?"

"About?" Dean raised a brow.

"Yelling at Ben? Keeping us in the house?" Lisa asked.

"I'm trying to keep us safe, here." Dean defended.

"I'm not arguing, okay," Lisa assured. "You're the expert. I'm just asking. You said that you, Angela, and your brother killed whatever was after us. And then we moved just to be sure! So what is it, Dean? A monster? Or monsters in general?"

"I don't know." Dean sighed. "Something might come."

"What?" Lisa pressed.

"I don't know, I can't predict what's going to come after me," Dean replied.

"Well, I'm going to need some parameters," Lisa replied. "We have to live our lives here. I mean, at some point I have to work. Ben has school!"

"But if something happens on my watch…"

"I know you're trying to protect us, but you're kind of scaring me a little, too." Lisa cut him off before leaving the garage.

~/~\~

Sam pulled up in his car. He got out, opened his trunk, and got a gun and a flashlight. He walked up to the dark house. Sam jimmied the lock on the front door and entered the house. He found the husband and wife dead and bloody in the living room. He followed bloody footprints further into the house, gun and flashlight raised. He checked the closet, but it was empty. A man barreled into him, disarming him and knocking him to the ground. Sam kicked him in the nose and knocked his back, which allowed him to pull out his knife. He slashed the man's arm, and the wound hissed and burned. The man fled. Sam checked the rest of the house, eventually entering the laundry room when he heard a noise. He looked under the folding table and went wide-eyed.

~/~\~

Dean's cell phone rang. "Sam?" he answered, confused.

Sam was driving and talking on his cellphone. "I need your help. Angie, too. Now."

Dean's brows pulled together. "What's wrong?"

"I'm working this job," Sam replied.

"Dude." Dean sighed.

"Look, I just need you guys with me on this, okay?" Sam asked.

"We're out," Dean replied. "We're staying out."

"Make an exception." Sam pressed.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"Look, I'm 30 minutes away and I will drive to your door and Angie's door if you don't meet me." Sam threatened.

"And what's so nuts that you gotta threaten a damn drive by?" Dean retorted.

~/~\~

Dean drove up to Sam's car in his truck. Angela sat in the passenger seat of the truck. They got out and walked towards Sam.

"Where is it?" Dean asked.

"Strapped down in the back seat," Sam replied.

Dean and Angela looked in the back of Sam's car.

"Oh my God." Angela breathed.

"Welcome to the party." Sam sassed.

In the backseat, there was a baby in a car seat.

~/~\~

Dean and Lisa stood in the living room. Lisa held a pistol in her hands.

"Okay, show me," Dean said.

"I've got it," Lisa assured. "We've been over this."

"Humor me." Dean pleaded.

"Load clip," Lisa said as she loaded the clip. "Pull slide. Safety off. Safety on."

"And salt the windows and the doors," Dean added.

"Of course." Lisa nodded.

Dean sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't go."

"It's okay," Lisa assured. "You want to go, so go."

"You know what, Sam and Angie can handle this," Dean said.

"Dean, no offense, but if you don't walk out that door, I'm going to shoot you." Lisa smiled sweetly.

Dean sighed and grabbed his duffle bag and zipped it closed before throwing the strap over his shoulder. "I bet you're missing your ex right about now." Dean joked. "The uh, boring one?"

"God, shut up." Lisa laughed. "Just be careful, okay?"

Dean kissed Lisa and went to walk out the door.

"Bye," Dean said softly.

"Bye." Lisa smiled.

~/~\~

Dean drove up to Sam's car in his truck, got out, and pulled his duffle bag out of the truck bed.

"Alright, so what do we know about this thing?" Dean asked.

"Well, uh, it was fast and it freaked when I cut it with silver," Sam replied.

Angela pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright, so that narrows it down to…"

"A ghoul?" Sam replied. "A zombie, a shifter, or about a dozen other things."

"I don't recall seeing babynapping in the profile," Angela muttered.

"Yeah, exactly." Sam scoffed.

Sam, Dean, and Angela got in the car.

~/~\~

Angela sat in the backseat next to the baby. "Well aren't you just the cutest little thing." She cooed.

Dean looked back at the baby. "Well, feel free to speak up if you know anything."

Sam started the car and it started making a continual dinging sound.

"Seatbelt," Sam said as if it were obvious.

"What am I, in third grade?" Dean scoffed. "A car should drive, not be a little bitch."

Angela looked up from the backseat. "Dean. Language around the baby." She cut in.

The baby cried out and the three hunters looked at the baby.

"Yeah, don't take it personal," Dean said.

"Well boys, we need to get some supplies," Angela said, tickling the baby's stomach, causing giggle to erupt from the baby.

Sam looked at her in confusion. "I've got an arsenal in the trunk."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Not that kind."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela walked next to Sam, who pushed a grocery cart down a store aisle. The baby was in a baby seat in the front of the cart.

"Alright, I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of paste or jelly you're supposed to put on their butt," Dean said, looking around.

Sam grabbed a box off the shelf. "Like uh…like that?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, grab that."

Angela grabbed a box of diapers and put it in the cart.

Sam looked at Dean. "So, how do you know all this?"

"Lisa has a baby niece, so I've been on a few milk runs," Dean replied.

"Huh," Sam replied.

"Shut it." Dean rolled his eyes.

"I just said 'huh'." Sam defended.

"I just said 'shut it'." Dean retorted.

The baby started crying and Angela picked him up.

"Shh." She cooed. "It's okay. Guys, we gotta get moving." She said to Sam and Dean. "We've got the waterworks in like, T-minus ten."

"Yeah, okay." Sam nodded.

"Go," Dean said as he grabbed more stuff.

~/~\~

Angela held the baby as he cried loudly, trying to comfort him. Customers looked on disapprovingly. Sam loaded groceries on the counter for checkout while Dean tried to help Angela calm the baby.

"Shh…shh…" Angela cooed. "I promise, it's okay."

"Come on, hang in there, buddy." Dean pleaded. "Hang in there, man."

"Guys, make it stop." Sam hissed.

"How?" Angela and Dean asked.

"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers!" Sam replied. "Feed it!"

"We fed it!" Dean replied.

"Then what?" Sam raised a brow.

"I don't know." Angela shrugged. "Maybe he needs a diaper change."

Sam frowned in disgust. "Oh God, I hope not."

Angela tried to check if the baby's diaper needed changing. The baby continued to cry, and Angela tried to soothe him. A woman approached them.

"Aw…what's the matter?" She cooed. "What's his name?"

"Bobby." Dean cut in.

"John," Sam said at the same time.

Angela smiled at the woman. "His full name is Bobby John."

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

"Oh, uh, uh…" Angela trailed off.

The woman took Bobby John in her arms and it settled down.

"I see now, Bobby John's a little wet." The woman said. "No offense, but you three look exhausted. I don't mind. Lord knows I've changed a million diapers."

Angela noticed the woman's eyes flare in a security camera feed behind her. She was a shapeshifter.

Angela smiled sweetly at the woman. "That's a really nice offer, thank you, but I think we've got it."

"Oh, it's nothing." The shapeshifter assured. "Happy to help."

Angela squared her shoulders. "Give me the baby before I stab you in your neck."

"Angie!" Sam and Dean exclaimed, surprised at the outburst.

Angela pointed behind her and Sam and Dean saw from the camera feed that she was a shapeshifter.

The shapeshifter ran away with Bobby John. Sam, Dean, and Angela chased after her. Dean tried to grab her, but the flesh of her arm shed off in his hand. Sam ran into her and took Bobby John before running outside. Angela tackled the shapeshifter to the ground and pulled out her knife.

"Angie, no—

"Help me!" the shapeshifter yelled.

"Hey!" a store manager yelled as he approached.

"She's hurting me!" the shapeshifter cried.

"Get off of her!" the store manager yelled as he pulled Angela off of her.

Dean grabbed Angela's arm. "Okay, alright. We're going."

Angela reluctantly put away her knife, then she and Dean ran out of the store.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela got into Sam's car.

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" Dean rushed.

Sam drove away quickly. The shapeshifter ran outside and watched them leave. She saw the license plate number on Sam's car.

~/~\~

Dean was trying to strap Bobby John in his car seat while Sam drove.

"Angie, you shouldn't have done that," Dean said.

"You would have done the same thing!" Angel retorted.

Dean sighed. "The hell does a shifter want with a baby, anyway?"

"You tell me," Sam replied.

"And how the hell did it find us?" Angela asked.

Dean struggled with the baby seat. "Who designed this thing? NASA?"

"Dean, let me help." Angela tried.

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

"Alright, you know, we got to get off the road," Dean said. "Get Bobby John here someplace safe. Figure this thing out." He added. "Okay, alright, shh, shh. Easy, kid."

~/~\~

Dean was changing Bobby John's diaper on a motel bed. "Okay, alright, you know what?" Dean asked. "I'll pay you money if you sit still."

Sam and Angela laughed.

"This is like defusing an IED, with poop!" Dean exclaimed. "Okay, alright, alright, alright, you are golden, Bobby John. Time to hit the hay."

Dean picked up Bobby John and hummed 'Smoke on the Water' as he carried him over to a crib.

"Dean, you're just going to make it cranky again." Sam teased.

"Shh, it's working." Dean smiled. "Okay, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it?" he looked at Bobby John as he put him in the crib.

"Huh," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Just, you and Angie." Sam shrugged. "You guys are pretty good at this."

"Angie might be, but dude, I am barely keeping this thing alive." Dean shook his head.

"No, no, no, seriously," Sam replied. "You've got a whole Dr. Huxtable vibe coming off of you. You're like…father material."

"Yeah, well I kind of had to be lately, you know." Dean shrugged. "Sink or swim, right?"

"You mean Ben," Sam said.

"Yeah, I mean Ben," Dean replied obviously. "I mean, I know he's not my kid, but I don't know, I'm starting to feel like yeah, he is. Then I think about the way we grew up, I don't know, I kind of feel like I have a chance to do something different with Ben, you know?"

"You sure about that?" Sam asked.

Dean looked at him, clearly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Look, you clearly care about the kid," Sam said.

"But?" Dean raised a brow.

"But moving them around? Keeping them on lockdown?" Sam asked. "I mean, you do have them on lockdown, right? How is any of that different from how we were raised?"

"So, you're saying…I'm not shoving anybody into this life, okay?" Dean defended. "This is temporary."

"Dad always said it was temporary, Dean," Sam replied. "He said it for 22 years. Look, I get it. You want to watch out for them. That's great. I'm just asking, how do you do that and not turn into Dad?"

An uncomfortable air surrounded the room.

"Oh my God," Angela said as she looked at the papers in front of her.

"What?" Dean asked curiously.

"This house on Elm." She said. "The mother was killed, the baby was grabbed, but daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive." She added. She looked up at the boys. "What do you say we go and have a chat?"

"I say, let's," Dean replied.

The three hunters looked at Bobby John, who was still lying in his crib.

"You two go." Dean sighed.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Unless you've got a badge for Bobby John, yeah, I'm sure," Dean replied.

Sam and Angela left the room and Bobby John started to cry. Dean put a finger in his drink and reached down into Bobby John's crib. Bobby John immediately quieted down.

Dean smirked. "It's good, isn't it?"

~/~\~

"Hey, hey, Sam," Angela said as she caught up to him. "Before we go, can we talk for a minute?"

Sam shrugged and looked down at her. "Talk about what?"

"It's just, um…Are you okay?" she asked, her brows furrowing in concern. "I know you were down in the cage and everything, but you just seem...different," she added. "Y'know you can talk to me, right? I mean, I-I am your girlfriend, after all."

Sam sighed deeply. "That's the thing, Angie. I don't really want to be in a relationship right now." he shrugged. "I'm just...not emotionally there yet, okay?" he added before walking off.

Angela stood there for a moment, shocked. She then continued walking t catch up with Sam.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were questioning a man in coveralls.

"I just, I still can't believe it." The man said. "I mean, it's one thing to die like that. The poor baby, just into thin air. No thanks to you guys."

"Well, that's why we're here," Angela replied. "You had filed for divorce? It's important, I'm sorry."

"She, uh." The man paused. "She cheated on me, and, well, I caught her."

"And did you know the other man?" Sam asked.

"No, I mean, I didn't 'catch her' catch her, but she lied to me." The man explained.

"Okay." Sam nodded.

"We hadn't, you know, in a while, and then she's pregnant." The man said.

"And what did she say?" Angela asked.

"She said it was mine." The man shrugged. "I know. And I said that's impossible and what is she talking about. And she says don't you remember when you went out of town and then you came back early?"

"But you didn't," Angela said.

"No." the man shook his head. "I was at a damn softball tournament. Whoever he was, he's the father."

~/~\~

Bobby John was lying in his crib. Dean was on the motel bed, enjoying the 'Magic Fingers' vibrations. He heard a sound and Bobby John started crying. Blood and skin were on the wall above the crib. As Dean got up off the bed, his cell phone rang.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Angie and I talked to the father," Sam replied. "He checks out. But the baby…"

"Yeah." Dean continued.

"I think the shapeshifter is his dad," Sam said.

Dean picked up Bobby John and held him at arm's length. Bobby John was now black. He looked like the baby that was on the nearby box of diapers.

"You think?" Dean replied sarcastically.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying the story so far! I had no idea how I wanted Angela to approach Sam about their relationship, to be honest. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter! Don't forget to review, feedback is gold! Love you guys.

~Emily