Multi-Fandom One Shots

Supernatural- Baby Blues

A/N- So... after seeing these two with a shifter baby I just HAD to. I literally couldn't help myself.

It was screaming. He had no idea what to do with it. He had no idea where to put it.

"What the hell does it want?" Dean Winchester held the baby away from his head as it let out another wail and flailed its little arms. "I think my eardrums have ruptured."

"Hey, you were the one who suggested we take it, and its not like we could just drop it off somewhere." His brother, Sam was trying to ignore the bald, blue eyed baby's screams and talk to Bobby at the same time. "What? Yeah I'm here. You still haven't found anyone to take it? I know it's a shifter Bobby. Okay, talk to you later." He ended the call and turned to see his brother shoving the kid into his arms. Sam tried to voice his protest against holding the wriggling baby but Dean cut him off.

"Hold it for a sec while I try to find a pacifier." The older brother began looking around the hotel room, tearing the place apart trying to find that little, magical thing. Just in that instance, you walked in with arms full of fast food. You kicked the door shut, managed to dodge Dean, set the bags of food down, and finally came to a stop beside Sam.

"So..." The baby gave another scream and Sam cringed. "You two don't look like you have any of this under control."

"Well I can't find the freaking pacifier and I don't know what it wants!" Dean flailed his hands exasperatedly.

"Ok, give me the kid." You commanded Sam, who gladly handed over the screaming bundle of joy. You held the baby's bottom up to your nose, pulling back when it came close to kicking you in the face. No messy diaper. It must be hungry.

"Fix me a bottle, six ounces." You commanded over the screaming and held the baby to your shoulder. You tried shushing it, bouncing it, swaying back and forth. It stuck its little fists in its mouth as it cried and you sighed exhasperatedly at Dean, who was taking forever.

"Here." He shoved the bottle into your hands and you shifted the baby so it was laying in your arms. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get the stubborn thing to take the bottle. It was hungry, you knew for sure, but the poor hard-headed baby just wasn't having it. You shushed it and held the bottle to its mouth, wishing it would stop pushing the nipple away. You sighed as the infant started crying again.

"Dead I am the one, extermination son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze..." Your voice rang softly and you started to sway back and forth to the beat. The child seemed to be calming down, so you tried the bottle again. This time, it took the formula contently, sucking it down fast. It's big eyes looked up at you and you smiled tenderly. Babies had always been your weak spot and you were always very motherly, even from a young age. When the infant's whimpering completely ceased and it's little eyelids began to flutter shut, Dean piped up.

"Rob Zombie's a little intense for a kid, isn't it?" He was watching you, leaning up against the hotel room's desk. You paused your singing to look up, the smile on your face morphing into a chuckle.

"Hey, it gets the job done and the kid can't tell the difference." You looked down and pulled the now empty bottle out of the baby's mouth. "Not any worse than singing about babies falling out of trees to their death." Its little chest rose and fell evenly as it slept. "Hand me a napkin" Sam gave you one absentmindedly as he typed away on his computer.

"Peace and quiet at last." He sighed to himself. You gently wiped the excess milk from the sleeping baby's face, causing it to stir a little and whimper at the touch.

"Shh, shh, shh..." Your hand patted the child's bottom gently and you kissed it on the forehead, softly breathing the words to Dragular. Looking up to Dean again for a second, you notice that he is still watching you. There's a little smile quirking at his lips and it drew one to your own face.