Title: Surprise Adoption
Number in Series: Two
Pairing: Supernatural x Baby!Reader (Family)
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1,818
Sam and Castiel weren't gone for long, both arriving back at the motel room at least in an hour. Castiel was the first to arrive but didn't show any signs of his presence until Sam came back to the room. He believed that both of the Winchester brothers would want to listen what he had to say. Though, he was surprised at what he saw inside.
When Sam came back to the motel room, he was shocked at what he saw. His older brother, Dean, was laying down on his back in one of the beds with you laying on his chest. Your tiny hands were gripping his shirt gently as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. The motion of his chest seemed to soothe you as you were sound asleep on his chest. It had to be one of the cutest things the tall hunter and the dark haired angel had ever witnessed in their life.
Sam was the first to speak, as Castiel was fine with continuing to look at the strong man he knew acting so sweet toward a little girl he had only met a few hours ago.
"So, I see that you got the girl to quit crying. Good for you," Sam said, smirking slightly as he walked over toward his older brother. He sat down on the opposite bed, letting the plastic bags that he was carrying fall to the ground. Luckily, nothing inside broke when he set the bags down.
"She's a sweet girl, Sam. You don't have to do much to get her to stop crying. All I did was bounce her up and down like you two. She quit crying almost instantly. I think that she tired herself out by crying..." Dean glanced down at your small form, a tiny smile gracing his lips.
"That isn't fair. How come she stopped crying for you but she didn't when Castiel or I tried it? That's just stupid," Sam said, sighing as he began to take his boots off to get comfortable.
"I'm sorry to interrupt this moment, but I believe that there is a more pressing matter then why (Y/N) stopped crying for Dean. We need to figure out what we are going to do with her. I was unable to find any of her relatives, it seems that they are all deceased," Castiel said, his back straight as a board.
"Damn..." Dean muttered under his breath, closing his eyes. Why couldn't you have some family that they could send you to? Now they had to make a hard decision (for Dean anyway).
"So....Are we going to ship her off to an orphanage then? That seems like it would be the best option that we could do.." Sam said, running a hand through his brown locks. He sighed as he looked at his older brother. Dean had looked genuinely happy when he was looking down at your sleeping form. He would have made a wonderful father.....
"Yeah...That would probably be the best choice...." Dean mumbled, sitting up after he had put you in his arms. You snuggled close to him, making a quiet noise in your sleep.
"Sometimes children who are institutionalized in orphanages for a long period of time when they are younger show delays in emotional, social, and physical development. That doesn't mean that will happen to (Y/N), but it is a complication to consider," Castiel said, his eyes glancing down at your tiny body, "Why don't we send her off to Bobby's? He does stay home a lot and he did help raise the two of you."
There was silence in the room after Castiel spoke. Dean did like the idea of Bobby raising you. He knew that Bobby would be a good father to you since he was a good father to Sam and himself when they were younger. Plus, he would be able to see you often as well as know that you were going to be safe with Bobby watching over you.
"That's it. That's what we are going to do," Dean said, looking over at his brother to see if he agreed or not. Sam nodded, thinking that it was a good idea also. His brother just didn't give him enough time to express his opinion, though it didn't seem to matter as they were already going to take you to Bobby's. Dean nodded, fixing you in his arms before he stood and walked over toward some of the bags that were laying on the ground by Sam's feet.
"So, we should probably feed her and see if her diaper needs to be changed before we go to bed. Did you get some bottles, formula, and some diapers? Is that all she would need?" Dean asked, peering down into some of the bags, squinting his eyes slightly.
"Well, she would also need a wet-wipe of some kind to..you know...clean her up down there when we change her diaper..." Sam mumbled, opening up the bags and pulling out the needed stuff. Just then, your (e/c) eyes opened, as did your mouth. You began to scream bloody murder, frightening the man who was holding you. Dean's eyes widened as he looked down at you. He began to rock you once again before he looked up at his brother and then as Castiel, hoping one of them would be able to fix your crying that his bouncing didn't seem to calm.
"What do we do? What is wrong with her this time?" Dean said, glancing back down at you, seeing tears running down your cheeks.
"She is probably hungry, if you would like, I could feed her. I had to take care of a few fledglings before I was able to become a warrior of God. " Castiel said, taking you into your arms. He made a bottle of warm milk pop into his hands before he began to feed you. That seemed to make you shut up, your tiny hands trying to grip a little bit of the bottle.
"I thought you said you never did any of this stuff before?!" Dean said, his eyes widening once again as he looked at the angel in front of him.
"I never said that. I said that I was unable to go and get the products for I didn't know what I would need. I was not sure if an angel fledgling and a human child would require the same necessities," The angel said, doing an amazing job at feeding you. He always made sure you didn't drink too much and always began to give you more before you started to whine.
"Dean, Sam, have either of you thought that you may need to contact Bobby and tell him that you are bringing a child over to his house to live with him? He may want to have some warning before you arrive at his house. If you would like, I can change (Y/N)'s diaper and put her into her night clothes while the two of you deal with that matter. After that, you may go to sleep as she will already be asleep.",Castiel said, setting your bottle down on the kitchen table as you had already finished it. He gently burped you, glad you didn't throw up on his trench coat while he looked at the Winchester Brothers.
"Oh..." Both brothers muttered before looked down each other and nodding. They walked outside, ready to make the phone call that may change their plans drastically. Dean picked up his cell phone and dialed Bobby's number, the ringing seeming to taunt him. What if Bobby said no? Then what would they do? Would they have to send you to an orphanage? Would what Cas said happen to you?
"What do you idjits want at a time like this? It is 3 in the damn morning, this better be good," Bobby said, his voice gruff as it seems that the boys woke him up.
"Well hello to you too...We were calling to see if you could do a huge favor for us. No-No, it isn't like that. We seem to have found this little girl and she doesn't have any family to go to. Sam and I were wondering if we could come over to your house and see if you could take her in. You know, see if you would raise her. Castiel said some junk about orphanages and how it would be better to drop her off at your house. So, is that okay with you or...?" Dean said, leaning against the wall to the motel. He was looking up at the night sky, his breath caught in his throat as he waited for the older man's answer.
Bobby was silent for a long time, leaving the Winchester brother's to worry about what he would say when he does speak. Soon, though, Bobby cleared his throat and grunt, mumbling something that was inaudible.
"Fine, you two get your asses over her as soon as possible and show me this girl that you seem worked up about..." Bobby said, knowing that he was going to regret his decision. It would only lead him into more trouble.
"Thanks, Bobby. We owe you one." Dean smiled before hanging up the phone. The two brothers walked back inside and saw that there was a crib now in their motel room. It was a nice one, and inside was your sleeping form. You were wearing a cute (f/c) nightgown and were covered up by a blue blanket that had a pair of white angel wings on it.
"I brought a crib here, I hope you don't mind. She seemed to like this one more than the one that the motel had. I also gave her this blanket as I thought she may like it..." Castiel mumbled, standing beside the crib.
"Don't worry Cas, it's fine." Dean said, flopping down on one of the motel's bed, his face buried in the pillow, "Just let Sammy go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."
After Dean and Sam went to sleep, Castiel stood beside your crib, his hand gently running over your cheek. A tiny smile was on his face and he looked happy for once in his lifetime, he looked truly happy.
"Do not fear, (Y/N) for I will always protect even if that means that I must give up my life..." The angel mumbled, unsure of where the fondness for you came from. Maybe it was because you were able to make even the toughest of men calm down and make them become gentle. Yes, that was what it was and Castiel was grateful for it. He was glad that Dean had finally found someone to love truly beside his brother. Someone who would depend on him and not make him fear for betrayal.
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