Supernatural Imagines

Oh, Baby

Dean exited the restaurant with the take-out order, whistling as he walked to the Impala. He placed the bag on the passenger side of the front seat and turned the ignition. The engine roared to life, then settled into a gentle purr as he pulled away from the curb and started for home.

Since it was a gorgeous spring day, Dean had left the windows open while he waited for the food order. The weather was still cooperating, so he kept them down as he drove. In between songs on the radio, he heard a noise coming from the back seat. It startled him so much that he nearly lost control of the Impala. He pulled over to the side of the road to gather his thoughts and turned around to see what exactly made the noise.

"What the hell?!? A baby?? What is a baby doing in the back seat of my Baby?!?" he shouted as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Yeah, Dean, what's up?" answered Sam. "There's a WHAT in the back seat of your car?!?" exclaimed Sam. You were passing by the map table when you heard Sam's end of the conversation. You gave him a puzzled look, then relaxed as he held up his index finger to indicate he would tell you in a minute. "Just come on home, Dean, we'll figure it out when you get here. Over and out," Sam finished.

"What's going on, Sam?" you asked.

Sam nervously rubbed his forehead, not knowing how to begin to explain. "So get this. Dean was coming home with our food order from the restaurant. He was on his way back when he heard a noise coming from the back seat. He swerved and nearly lost control, but managed to get pulled over. He looked and saw a baby carrier and a baby in the back seat of the Impala."

"A baby?!? Wow, is it a boy or a girl?" you asked, completely unfazed and a little excited.

"Really? After everything I just said, that's your only question?" Sam was still a little freaked out.

"I don't really see this as a problem, Sam. In my pre-hunting days, I used to babysit a lot in the neighborhood. Always thought about having a baby of my own someday...." you trailed off, a faraway look crossing your face. "I think I hear the Impala now," you said, bringing you back to reality.

Dean came down the spiral staircase, baby carrier in hand. You rushed to meet him, eager to get a look at the baby. "Here, can you please take her? I have to go back to the car and get our food order," Dean groaned.

"Absolutely, I'll take care of this," you assured him. As you walked away, Dean stared after you to see how you were going to deal with the situation.

You set the baby carrier down on a table in the library and pressed the buttons to move the handle out of the way. The baby had strawberry blond hair and the bluest eyes you'd ever seen, next to Castiel's eyes. She was wearing a pink onesie with baby blue jeans and little blue tennis shoes. Tears sprang to your eyes as you thought she was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen.

You lifted her out of the carrier and set her on your shoulder. You noticed there was a note tucked into the side of the baby carrier. You unfolded it and read aloud.

To whomever may find this note:

This is my baby, Mackenzie Ann. I can no longer care for her, as my life is in danger just due to her being born. She is a very special baby, one who has an important future ahead of her. Please do whatever you must to protect her at all costs. I wish that I could do so, but I know that you will take good care of her.

Signed,

A Grateful but Heartbroken Mother

Tears filled your eyes and by the time you had finished reading the letter, Dean had brought the food everyone had ordered. "Was there a bag or backpack of any kind, something with baby supplies in it?" you asked him.