Supernatural Oneshots

Lyric >> Sam

Prompt: You and Sam find a baby and Sam forms an immediate bond with the child.

Y/n's POV:

You saw Sam cut off the last of the vampires' heads. You sigh in relief and lean against the post. You hold your arm which has a large gash on it.

"You alright?" Sam asks walking over to you. You nod and wipe the blood from your mouth.

"Yeah, just a little beat up." You say. A cry breaks the air from another room in the house.

You and Sam look at each other before running to the noise. You hold your knife ready to attack. You enter the room and there lays a swaddled baby girl.

You lower your knife and hand it to Sam who is behind you. You walk over to it and pick it up gently. You pull back it's lip. No fangs. They must've been planning to turn it.

"Hey shh, shh." You coo the crying infant. She couldn't have been older than a few months. Sam walks over to you set down the knife. He rests his big hand under her head.

"Hey there." He says getting close to the baby's face. Her cries quiet down and she lets out a quiet giggle. Sam smiles and touches his nose to hers. She lets out another cute giggle. You chuckle. You offer her to Sam and he gladly accepts her into his arms, cradling her close.

You guys walk out and head towards the baby. You get into the driver's seat while Sam continues to hold and talk to the baby.

You guys drive to the bunker and when you walk in Sam is still talking to the small child. The baby babbles something incoherent.

"Is that so?" Sam says. The baby continues to babble. "I had no idea." He fake gasps. Dean walks in.

"So how did it g-" he stops mid-sentence seeing the baby in his brother's arms. He points to him and looks at you confused.

"We found her. They were planning to turn her." I explain. He nods. "Can you stitch me up?" I ask motioning to my arm.

"Oh yeah." He says. After about a half an hour your all bandaged up. You walk into Sam and your's room. He sitting on the bed with the babysitting in front of his. He's holding her hands and leaned down in front her so he's eye level. You watch from the doorway.

"Peek-a-boo." He says uncovering his eyes. The baby giggles and grabs his nose. He laughs and covers his eyes. "Where am I?" He asks. "Here I am!" He says uncovering his eyes. The baby lets out a joyous laugh.

He smiles and picks her up, setting her on his lap. She leans back and he lets her fall catching her at the last second. They continue this little game for a while before he sees her yawn.

"Let's lay you down for a nap baby girl." He says softly swaddling her again and cradling her against his chest. You smile and walk over. You sit be met to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"She's adorable." You say watching her sleeping form curl closer to Sam.

"She really is." He says smiling.

"We should probably call her something." I chuckle.

"Can we call her Lyric please." Asks eagerly.

"I like Lyric." You smile. A wide grin stretches across his face.

"Hi, little Lyric." He says softly stroking her cheek with the back of his finger. You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you." You say.

"I love you too." He says giving you a quick kiss.

"How on earth did I get so lucky to have you?" You ask.

"I ask the same thing about you every day." He says. You smile and lay your head on his shoulder closing your eyes in happiness.