Okay, here is the usual disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, nor any character created by the show, nor some of the ones in this story 'cause I stole them from almost 'real' life (my friends). Nor am I making any money from this unless my friends try and bribe me not to put it up, but I will anyway, so alas no money.

A/N: Well it's been a while since anyone got banged around in my fics so here's one for you blood thirsty fans. Oh and my 5 month old 'nephew' (my BEST friend's son) is mentioned, and for the record he is just as cute and sweet as I describe I swear on all my Supernatural DVDs.

Beta'd: nobody I apologize for the mistakes you'll suffer through but I did my best, I just didn't want to bug anyone I knew with final exams so close and all the essays due right about now.

Good writing

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

The Babysitter

"Shit, shit, shit!" Rae clawed through the diaper bag Dara had left when Isaac had been dropped off at 'Auntie' Rae's for the evening. Everett and Dara were Isaac's parents and good friends of Rae so when she had heard they needed a night out and had offered her services as a babysitter. Of course Rae had never dealt with Isaac on her own before, she'd always had Dara or Ev in the background saving her when the little gaffer had started to fuss or in this case screech like a banshee.

"Easy kid, easy. Auntie Rae is doing her best," Rae muttered as she finally found the soother, popping it into the screaming maw. "Okay, we're halfway there, now its time for the bottle my lad."

Rae gently placed the 5 month old into his bouncy chair, in front of the Backyardians DVD Dara had given her as a saving grace and raced to the kitchen to fill up the bottle with formula. She kept her ear cocked for sounds from Isaac but all she heard was happy gurgling and the singing of the Backyardians about mermaids or possibly samurais. Rae was just shaking up the powdered formula with the water when she heard the telltale screeching of Isaac's cry.

"Shit!" Rae bounded out of the kitchen and into the living room to find a very bloodied Dean Winchester wavering over Isaac, holding his ribs and attempting to get Isaac to take his soother.

"C'mon kid, take the damn thing," Dean growled as his ribs shifted as he bent to over the five month old, who stared at him with wide cobalt eyes.

"Hey!" Rae snarled at Dean, who jerked back up in fear, jarring his cuts and bruises. "Watch the language in front of the kid!"

She stalked over to Isaac and plucked him out of his bouncy chair jabbing the bottle into his mouth. Rae walked to the couch and fed him the bottle as he continued to watch the two bloodied men stand, gently swaying as they were almost too tired to stay upright.

"So Rae," Sam staggered towards her, thumping loudly onto the couch beside her. "Do you, uh have something to tell us?" He winced, as he had to rearrange his position on the couch, his right knee still sore from the various beats he'd received earlier.

"I'll trade you. This story for your recent adventures," Rae carefully pulled the bottle from Isaac's lips placing the soother in with the same concentration Indiana Jones used when switching the golden idol at the beginning of 'Lost Ark'. She'd learned the hard way that unless the soother was in his jaws the little lad could create a sound that would shatter eardrums.

Dean fell into Rae's favourite green chair too tired to worry about getting blood on it or be concerned by the glare he received from Rae when he began to raise his boot, the idea of putting his feet up on her steamer truck that was the coffee table briefly flirting with him. Rae began to burp Isaac; the little guy stared balefully at Dean who returned the stare with a dazed look due to a recent concussion.

"He looks familiar," Dean, slurred gazing at the baby tilting to the right, his cheek impacting softly with the arm.

"What's up with him? Bar fight?" Rae jiggled Isaac on her knee, attempting to get the kid to burp, but all he did was launch his soother at Dean's forehead and chew his tiny fist.

"We had a rough day fic-wise," Sam answered slowly rotating his neck and shoulder blades. "Car accidents, bar fights, demonic possessions, another fan's try at All Hell Breaks Loose," he twisted his lower back with the remembrance of the knife in it. "Basically we had a really hard day and poor Castiel was with us until about five minutes ago then he just disappeared. I don't think he even knew where he was going."

"That doesn't sound good," Rae replied somewhat absent-mindedly, worried at Isaac's apparent lack of burp. "So you guys had a hard day, but is there any lasting damage? Need any medical care?"

"Well the broken limbs have healed, mostly thanks to Castiel but Dean's ribs are still cracked," Sam gingerly leaned forward, careful of his own bruised ribs. "Castiel was yanked out of here just as he went to work on Dean's ribs, so they're only half-healed and still moving around a little."

"Wait I thought he healed instantaneously," Rae's eyes because to really take in the state of the brothers. "Why wouldn't he fix you both completely, why leave you so pained?"

"Cas had his ass kicked too," Dean hissed from the chair, pain threading through is voice as he struggled to get up out of his semi-slouched position. "Even had his tied cut off," Dean giggled giddily. "He was so shocked."

Sam involuntarily smiled at the remembrance of Castiel's face when he realized his disheveled appearance. He caught Rae's worried look, directed at him this time, instead of Dean and shrugged her off.

"Here," Rae unceremoniously pushed Isaac on Sam, who awkwardly accepted the squirming body, giving Rae's retreating back a fearful look. Sam didn't have a lot of experience with children, especially not infants, well not real ones. There were a few months last year where the fic writers were on a kid!Dean kick and he'd had his share of babysitting then but for the most part Dean had been de-aged to a toddler not a five month old. Isaac began to wrinkle his brows, cobalt eyes beginning to water as he prepared to fuss.

"Uh, Rae? He's uh," Sam stared at Isaac cherubic cheeks, which were darkening to red as the infant began to fuss, little fists twisting into his eyes. "Rae! Rae I need some help in her!"

The soother shot forth from Isaac's jaws bounding off Sam's forehead, his eyes closing at the danger, so he did not see the hand catch it and deftly remove the baby from him in one practiced move.

"Shhh, shhhh little one it is okay," the normally gruff voice softened as he placed Isaac on his chest, to burp the child. "Hey that's better isn't it buddy?"

Isaac began to coo sweetly, sensing the paternal energy of the one currently holding him. Two pairs of cobalt blue eyes exchanged conspiratorial glances and Isaac snuggled into the torn and ripped trench coat.

"CAS!" Sam jumped off the couch to embrace the angel but was shot down by Castiel's mystified look and finger to the lips, shushing him. "Oh, sorry Cas," he hissed, tip toeing around the angel, to allow the slightly swaying protector of the lord's will to sit on the couch. "What happened? Where did you get dragged to?"

"Well to be honest I'm not sure," Sam was vaguely distracted by the fact Castiel was making faces at Isaac who squealed in delight, balanced on Cas's knee watching intently. "There was a clown who called himself Pennywise, he attacked me but I was able to break free of the fiction writer's world and rejoin you here," Castiel looked around confused. "Where is here?"

"My place, and welcome to it Castiel," Rae replied as she entered the room, medical supplies, clean cotton face clothes and tensor bandages. "Or may I call you 'Cas'?"

"The Winchesters seem quite fond of that name as so as a friend of theirs you do so as well," he tersely answered, continuing to make funny faces at the gurgling Isaac.

"Uh, thanks, I think. I'm Rae and the little one you've got there is Isaac, my uh, for lack of a better description 'nephew'," she smiled at the tableau of Cas and Isaac. "Sam could you please either wake your brother or at least strip his shirt so I can start bandaging his ribs?" Rae very carefully began to place her armload onto the trunk she used as a coffee table before ducking out to get her bowl of hot water.

When she returned, she found a still unconscious Dean stripped to the waist and Sam rifling through her rather expansive medical kit. After having entertained Sam and Dean after many a bad fic days she'd finally broken down and asked her father, a paramedic, for a well stocked and wide ranging medical kit. Sam had also stripped to the waist and was tending to his massive web of scratches and cuts, which made him appear to be like Frankenstein's monster more than his normal self.

"Geez! What did you do? Get in a fight with a weed whacker?" Rae gasped, having given up trying to count the lacerations after she'd reached over thirty on his chest alone.

"You'd think but no," Sam's grin turned to a grimace of pain as he dabbed anti-bacterial lotion on a particularly nasty looking gash that ran from his left pectoral to his abdomen. "This is just a few dozen hunts catching up with me, and maybe a torture session or five," a bitter laugh followed the statement, nipping at its heels.

Rae had opened her mouth to make some snarky comment but it died on her lips when the laugh had assaulted her ears with is dissonant tone. Swallowing thickly she dipped a soft clothe in water and began to wipe off the caked on blood that covered Dean's torso, her jaw muscles clenching with her emotions.

Dean was completely out of it, not flinching or reacting to the solution of disinfectant and warm water she spread over his bloodied wounds. Rae did flinch and squirm as she tried to compartmentalize her feelings of disgust at the blood and her compassion for Dean, Sam and Castiel's most violent day.

Sam's sudden outburst of laughter shocked her out of her silent work, and she looked over to see Sam flat on his back, pointing at Castiel and Isaac. Cas was wiping his forehead and Isaac was giggling and gurgling at him, possibly smirking even.

"What? What did I miss?"

"Young Isaac here decided he no longer care for his pacifier and spat it out," Cas explained, fishing the pacifier out of his lap to reinsert it into Isaacs smiling jaws. "It deflected off my face into his hands, from which he launched again at my forehead, which it again bounced off of before falling into my lap."

The deadpan with which the ludicrous sentence was delivered cracked Rae up more than the actual events. Rae and Sam were howling with laughter, as both Isaac and Castiel looked on with identical looks of confusion on their faces.

"Where the hell is my shirt? And what are you guys laughing at?" Dean groaned as he leaned forward to pluck Rae's wet clothe out of her helpless hands and finish wiping away the blood.

"I am not sure, I believe they found something that Isaac and I did to be humourous but I'm afraid I do not know what," Cas offered as Rae and Sam both continued to laugh helplessly on the carpet.

"Geez I take a nap and you guys start acting like you've got the head injuries," Dean growled, beginning to wrap a tensor bandage around his waist to try and stabilize his still floating ribs.

"Damn it I only agreed to babysit for one tonight, not four babies," Rae gasped still giggling at Cas and Isaac's genuine confusion. "How about I put on a movie other than Backyardians and pop some popcorn? Anyone want a beer?"