The baby keeps crying I'm standing in line with the boys waiting for them to do something about it.
"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers."
I chuckle softly
"Feed it."
"We fed it."
"Then what?"
"I don't know you think I speak baby? Maybe he needs a diaper change."
"Oh god I hope not."
After chasing a shifter for the baby we went back to the motel. I stare at Dean silently admiring his father skills.
Eventually Sam gets the point and leaves us alone for a little bit.
He lays the baby down and sits on the bed
I walk up to him and sit down next to him
As I'm talking to him I'm playing with the baby
"I'm sorry....I know you were happy and you had a normal life....."
"It's okay......we had a rocky start and I can't help but blame myself for that."
I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder still playing with the baby
"It's okay I'd never have the strength to stay mad you just because I'm...jealous or whatever."
For the rest of the night we cuddle like we used to when we were growing up in motels together. Everything feels....in place. Complicated...but in place.
