"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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Dean directed us to the nearest supermarket so we could gather the supplies for the baby - who still didn't have a name for. Sam picked a trolly with a baby seat in it, and placed the baby in there, as we walked around the supermarket. Heading straight to the baby aisle. Dean was direct, and kinda knew where he was going. It was like following the leader.
"All right, I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of, like, paste or jelly you're supposed to put on their butt," Dean states, and my confidence in him knowing this dwindled.
"Like, uh, like that?" Sam grabbed a box from the shelf, turning it to show his brother the label.
"Yeah, grab that," Dean instructed, before he leans and grabs a box of diapers, placing it into the trolley.
"So how do you know all this?" Sam questioned, finding it curious that his brother's sudden knowledge of babies.
"Uh, Lisa's got a baby niece, so I've been on a few milk runs," Dean replies, not looking up from the shelves as he grabs what he needs, and places them into the trolley.
"Dean the milkman. Has a nice ring to it," I teased him, as I lingered to the side of them.
"Nice to know that nap didn't change you, too much," Dean shot at me, but he never raised his gaze from the baby stuff. Suddenly, the baby began to make a fuss, like the beginning of a cry. "All right, we gotta get moving. We got the waterworks in like t-minus ten, so," Dean rolled out, before making Sam dash forward, and suddenly the baby began to cry, as Dean was grabbing what he needed from the shelves. I followed Sam, as we made our way to the tills, and Dean quickly met us there. As Sam began to place the items onto the conveyor belt. The baby was crying, and as if each scream was intensifying.
"Shh. Shh," Dean was trying to soothe the baby, but he couldn't seem to settle the guy. "Come on, hang in there, buddy. Hang in there, man," Dean touches the baby's hand, shaking his own trying to stop the baby from crying.
"Dean, make it stop," Sam urges his brother to do something, as people are staring. Sam was getting irritated with the sound.
"How?!" He shot back his brother, before their eyes wandered over to me, as I was standing at the side of the trolley.
"Pawn the little bugger off to a woman. How classy of you," I retorted drily, finding that they can do the same job a woman could to soothe a baby.
"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers," Sam states, as Dean took his gaze around the store seeing that people were in fact staring at us. But the crying continued. "Feed it!" Sam ordered.
"We fed it!" Dean shot back at him.
"Then what?!"
"I don't know. You think I speak baby?" Dean remarks at the moment. I have to remind myself not to allow these two near any other babies for now on. "Maybe he needs a diaper change," Dean's eyes cast down to the baby.
