Baby in a Leathercoat Ch.2

"Sam, as much as I would love to know why you're holding a baby, it looks like someone made a doo-doo." Bobby remarked, wrinkling his nose as Dean's lip puckered and a foul stench filled the air around them.

Sam REALLY didn't want to go through another diaper exchange. He looked at Bobby pleadingly as Dean began to cry loudly in his arms.

Bobby let out a huge sigh. "Fine. Give him here." when Sam paused, he added gruffly, "well don't just stand there looking like an idiot, boy, get in the house and hand me the kid."

Sam finally handed Dean to Bobby, who held him at the crook of his arm like he'd been doing this for years. "Bobby, um..."

"We'll talk once the kid stops crying." Bobby said simply.

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"Okay. You want to run that by me again?" Bobby said incredulously, already standing from his seat on the couch to his desk and began sorting through books.

"When I got back with dinner, the motel was trashed and HE," he made a hand motion to the cooing baby in his lap, "was under Dean's clothes. How the jacket got there is beyond me."

"So you think its Dean." Bobby said, raising his eyebrow at Sam.

Sam held up the baby high, making it giggle. "It looks like him, I guess. I've seen his baby pictures."

"Say it is Dean. What the hell turns a 32 year old man into a baby in 30 minutes?"

"Gabriel." Sam muttered.

"He's dead, Sam. Hate to break the hopeful reunion."

"I'm glad he is!" Sam snapped.

Dean frowned at Sam's tone. He reached a pudgy fist to Sam's chest and patted it, babbling baby talk in a questioning manner. Sam lifted the tiny hand in his own, making a palm. Dean released his own fist and placed his chubby fingers and palm on Sam's, which was 10 times as larger. Dean smiled up at him.

Sam caught himself smiling back. Then he glanced back at Bobby. "How can...Do we...?"

"What?" Bobby asked.

Sam looked down again at the mini Dean. "Nothing."

"He looks to be about 8 months, don'tcha think?"

Sam nodded. "No way we'll no for sure. Anyway, um, I'd better uh...feed him or something." then he groaned. "Crap. I forgot baby formula."

"You forgot the one thing that keeps babies from starving?" Bobby asked irritably. "Get your ass off that couch and go to the store before I'm stuck here with the dang crying machine!"

Dean seemed to agree, as he began bouncing up and down and trying to scramble up to Sam's face. Sam let him reach his face and smiled as Dean stared at him eye-level. Then he smiled and bonked Sam in the cheek with his fist.

"Ow! Hey!" It didn't hurt, but it surprised Sam, but the more he thought about it, it shouldn't have. Its what Dean would do.

"Oh, yeah. That's Dean, all right." Bobby