"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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We found a motel to crash in, and take care of the baby while we found out why a shapeshifter wanted this baby so much. I sat at the table with Sam opposite me, and Dean over at the bed, changing Bobby-John's diaper. I leaned back in the chair, my arms crossed over my chest, and my leg over the other as I watched Dean in this new light. It was weird seeing him like this, all Fatherly. It was a nice change from the monster hunting man I see.
"This is like defusing an I.E.D. with poop," Dean remarks, making me chuckle at his comment as the baby began to fuss. "Ok. All right, all right... You are golden, Bobby-John," Dean had finished placing a new nappy onto the baby, before lifting him up. "Time to hit the hay," he was now standing and began to bounce and walk with Bobby-John. While Dean hums 'Smoke on the water' by Deep Purple's.
"Dean, you're just gonna make it cranky again," Sam retorts, flicking through the papers on the desk, before looking at his brother.
"Shh! It's working," Dean scolded his brother quietly, while patting the baby's back, bouncing him and humming the song. "Ok, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it? Hmm?" Dean lowered himself and the baby to the cot, as he placed Bobby-John within. Seeing him like this was a thing I wouldn't have thought in a million years I would see. Bobby-John was down for the count - which came as a surprise to both Sam and I.
"Huh," Sam was surprised.
"What?" Dean asks, his eyes darting from Sam to the baby cot to make sure he was down proper.
"You're just, uh. Actually... Not awful at that," Sam was trying to frame a coherent sentence.
"Dude, I'm barely keeping that thing alive," Dean responded, heading back over to the bed, and folding the baby blanket.
"No, no, no, seriously. You got a whole Doctor Huxtable vibe coming off of you," Sam waved his hands around, while leaning back in his chair. "You're like... Father material,"
"Dean Winchester, Father material. Something you don't witness everyday," a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, as the words came free.
"Yeah, well, I kind of had to be lately, you know? Sink or swim, right?" Dean replied to both of our comments.
"You mean Ben," Sam was referring to Lisa's boy.
"Yeah, I mean Ben," Dean had walked on over to the kitchen area, and began to pour himself a drink. "I mean, I know he's not my kid, but – I don't know, I'm starting to feel like... Yeah, he is," Dean had spun around, leaning his weight against the counter. Before chuckling softly to himself. "When 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?" Dean explained how he felt about the situation, how he stepped up to the role.
"You sure about that?" Sam retorted, catching me off guard.
"What do you mean?" Dean asks, staring at his brother, who releases a heavy sigh. This was family business, and I don't want to get in the middle of theirs.
