One-Shots

The Road Trip

Dean had just about had it with the people in his beloved Baby.

"Sammy shut up. Or you have to get over it and get be pie and a bacon cheeseburger." Dean said while rubbing his temple with his fingers.

"I demand to be let out of the trunk right now." The angel demanded.

"John. The Doctor's touching me."

"Nuh uh." The Doctor replied childishly.

"Would all of you just shut up?" Dean asked as his patience was running out.

"Shut up and be grateful." John told the two 6'0 men sitting to either side of himself.

"Dean. Are we there yet?" Sammy asked.

"I will turn the fucking car around if you don't shut up." Dean snarled as he pulled over to stop at a gas station to fill up the tank, use the bathroom, and buy some coffee.

When he got back, he heard whining from the trunk, and opened it. Much to his surprise there was a crying baby wearing Cas' clothes.

He carried the baby to the side of the car and saw that his backseat was occupied by a ten-year-old, a six-year-old and a four-year-old. And where Sammy was sitting, was a seven-year-old Sammy.

Dean quietly opened the driver's side passenger door and handed the six-year-old, whom greatly resembled Sherlock, the baby wearing Cas' clothes.

Dean closed the door, got in, and looked at Sammy. "Sammy, what happened?"

"I dunno." He said and they were off again.

Dean was officially in charge of Sam, the Doctor, John, Sherlock, and Cas.

Boy. Did he regret taking this road trip.