Episode: Season 6 - Two and A Half Men Pt. 1

Dean left in the middle of the night for a case. Adorable how he thought I wouldn't notice. So I did the only logical thing a girl could do in that situation...I sneaked out of the house just after he did and trailed him. It was pitch-black outside as I quietly hopped into the bed of Dean's truck, hunkering down so he wouldn't see me. He'd kill me if he knew I'd come. He'd already told me that we were out of the hunting business, that he didn't want me hurt.

Please, like that would happen. I could take care of myself. The pick-up truck rumbled down the road, hitting pot-holes as it did before finally, we arrived on a dirt road far away from town. Sam stood leaned up against his car, his towering figure illuminated by the headlights.

"Where is it?" Dean asked him as he got out.

"Strapped down in the back seat," Sam nodded towards the car.

Dean walked over to it, hunching down to peep into the back window. But when he did, his green eyes widened in surprise before looking up at his brother.

Sam smiled, "Welcome to the party, Guttenberg,"

Without even turning his head, he added, "You too, Parker."

Dean frowned, glancing behind Sam to the pick-up truck and I cursed under my breath as I heard him tromp over closer to me. Suddenly, I was being pulled up by my shirt collar and I grimaced when I came face-to-face with Dean's angry one.

"Oh, hey, babe...fancy meeting you here," I smiled nervously and he rolled his eyes, releasing me.

He ran a hand frustratedly over his face, shaking his head.

"Park, what are you doing here?" he asked, clearly not happy with me.

I jumped down from the truck bed, the gravel crunching beneath my shoes as I walked over to my boyfriend.

"Well, you're the one who just up and left in the middle of the night," I protested and he shot me a look, "What was I supposed to do?"

"You could have stayed. Like you were supposed to," he countered.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "What am I? A dog?"

"Park-" he started in a warning voice but I waved him off.

"No, Dean, I won't stay behind while you go on hunts with Sam. I know how to hunt, okay? I grew up on it just like you-" I began to say.

"Yeah, and we were out! We're supposed to be having our apple pie life and the last time I checked, that didn't involve hunting." he cut me off and I fell silent, knowing he was right.

Afterward, he had wanted to take me back to Bobby's but I flat-out refused him, still sticking to what I'd said before. I wanted to help. So he begrudgingly took me along after regrouping at our house. It was daylight when we got back to Sam and he was now parked in a clearing, the baby he'd taken strapped down in the backseat.

"I don't recall seeing babynapping in the profiles," Dean was telling him.

"Yeah. Exactly," Sam agreed as they both climbed into the front seat.

Slowly, I climbed in the back and came face-to-face with the baby. It grinned, gurgling at me and I frowned. Man, I didn't like babies. Stinky, nasty little things, I thought to myself as I put on my seatbelt.

"Well, feel free to speak up if you know anything," Dean called over his shoulder to the baby.

I rolled my eyes playfully at him as Sam started the car. Suddenly, just as the boys were arguing up front about wearing and not wearing seatbelts, the baby beside me passed gas.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, wafting the smell away and scooting far away from that stink-machine as I put a hand over my nose, "Do I have to sit back here? Can't you just strap me to the roof or something?"

"Well, we need to get some supplies," Dean said to Sam.

"I got an arsenal in the trunk," he replied, hooking a thumb towards the back.

"Not that kind." Dean sighed.

As we headed to a supermarket after that. Unfortunately, the baby was already close to tears so Dean gathered up all we'd need while Sam and I headed to the register. But too late, the baby had already begun to cry in its little carrier just as Dean came back, dumping all the stuff onto the register.

"Shh! Shh! Come on, hang in there, buddy. Hang in there, man," Dean cooed to the baby, wiggling his toes gently in an attempt to calm him.

He cried even louder and I briefly covered my ears, "Make it stop!"

"How?" Dean asked in exasperation.

"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers. Feed it!" Sam hissed at the both of us.

"We fed it!" Dean shot back.

"Then what?!" I asked, arching my eyebrows.

"I don't know. You think I speak baby? Maybe he needs a diaper change," Dean shrugged, eyeing the baby.

My eyes bulged in my head and I gaped over at my boyfriend, "Oh, gosh, I hope not,"

Dean removed the straps from the carrier and picked up the baby, being gentle as possible with him before lifting him up in the air. A woman came over then, offering to change him for us but after we realized she was a demon, we declined the offer graciously by making our own offer - stabbing her in her neck. She ran off with the baby but thank goodness, we got the little stinker back from her and got away in Sam's car. We stopped at a hotel after that and Sam did research while Dean and I changed the baby. Okay, well, maybe I just watched and let Dean change the baby, handing him a fresh diaper when needed. The baby wriggled from where lay on the bed and Dean let out a sigh.

"Okay. All right. You know what? I'll pay you money if you sit still," he told the baby and I heard Sam snicker from the desk, "This is like defusing an I. E. D. with poop,"

I rolled my eyes playfully as Dean glanced up at me, "So you think maybe you can use some of your witchy-wu to find this shifter?"

I shook my head, "I didn't bring my grimoire with me so I'm not sure of what spell to use,"

Dean sighed, nodding in response to that before looking down at Bobby John again, the small infant gurgling happily at him. Oh, this was going to be a long day. 

"All right, all right. All right. You are golden, Bobby John," Dean told the baby, getting up off his knees and picking up the baby to bring into his chest, "Time to hit the hay,"

He bounced it up and down in his arms and I smiled, watching them as I sat with my legs tucked underneath me on the bed. For some reason, just seeing him hold that kid...it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Dean started to hum the words to an AC/DC song to put it to sleep, patting him on the back. I rolled my eyes, chuckling as I watched him, Bobby John starting to fall asleep on his shoulder.

"Dean, you're just gonna make it cranky again," I reminded him and he shook his head.

"Shh! It's working. Okay, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it? Hmm?" Dean asked the baby quietly before gently putting him back into the crib, supporting his head as he did.

Bobby John was asleep before his head even hit the tiny mattress. Dean turned back around then and I beamed over at him while Sam sent him a shocked look. He glanced between the both of us.

"What?" he shrugged.

"Y-you're just, uh, actually not awful at that," Sam complimented him.

"Dude, I'm barely keeping that thing alive," Dean waved him off, beginning to fold up the baby blanket lying on the bed beside me.

"No, no, no, seriously. You got a whole Dr. Huxtable vibe coming off of you. You're like Father material," Sam grinned and Dean just rolled his eyes at his little brother's comment.

I sighed dreamily, "That was so adorable - watching you hold Bobby John like that,"

Both brothers turned to look at me and my eyes widened in shock at what I'd just said.

"Whoa... I don't know why I just said that. Gosh, when did I become such a girl?" I whined, quickly grabbing the remote beside me and turning the TV on low volume so as not to wake the baby, "I'm gonna watching Walking Dead now. Watch them pull some guts out of people - real, non-girly stuff, you know,"

Sam arched an eyebrow, smirking, "Uh-huh."

I just rolled my eyes in response, "Shut up, Sammy."