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Sam and Cas had gotten up and started getting ready for the day. Dean continued to watch Abigail sleep as it approached seven thirty in the morning. He had been sitting with her now for about an hour. Sam and Cas were already dressed and eating breakfast Sam brought back from the diner down the street from their motel. His meal was waiting for him in the microwave. Sam was currently doing research on kids between twelve to eighteen months.
"It says here that she can eat solid foods, and should drink whole milk twice a day. I'm guessing once in the morning, and once before bed time. Since we don't know what she likes, it's going to be a trial and error situation, but we need to make sure she eats fresh food. Her body needs the vitamins to help her growth and development. I think we need to go back to Bobby's and settle for a bit. Her needs are a bit more important, and they can't be met on the road," Sam said, staring at his laptop while taking notes in a notebook.
"Yeah, I figured as much. What should we feed her until we get to Bobby's? Thankfully we're close to him, but this day trip just might turn into a two day trip because of the little one," Dean said.
"I have milk in the fridge in here already poured in the bottle. I'm guessing she's going to be more partial to foods easier to chew. Maybe a banana and yogurt will do. Calcium, potassium, and protein are all in it. That should hold her until Cas and I get back from the store. You're not allowed to go because we can't take her," Sam said.
"Alright, do we have a banana and a yogurt here?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I have my vanilla yogurt I never ate yesterday, and there are bananas on the counter. You might need to slice them and then cut the pieces in half. She won't be able to have big bites of food." Sam said.
"Dean, will you check Abigail's tag on her pajamas, please?" Cas asked.
"Sure," Dean said, moving the blanket down a bit and gently lifting the tag out from the shirt. "It says 12 months to eighteen months. Good job on the age Cas," he praised.
"We'll have to get her some clothes, she can't live in her pajamas," Cas claimed.
"Yeah, we're going to need a car seat for her, and some toys to keep her entertained on the drive there. Some more diapers I imagine," Sam listed, writing in his notepad.
"We'll need to call Bobby to tell him the job isn't done and that he needs to call someone else," Dean said, "We can't leave this town at the mercy of an uncontrolled nest of vampires."
"We'll call him on the way there," Sam promised as he stood up and grabbed the keys to the Impala. Cas stood up as well and pulled on his trench coat. Dean watched as they left and closed the door, locking it behind them. He looked down at the small figure laying contentedly on his chest, "Just you and I now," he murmured.
About half an hour after his brother and the angel left, Abigail began to stir. Her little hands reached her eyes and began to rub at them with balled fists. Dean watched fondly as the little girl woke up. He smiled at her when she looked up at him, "Good morning, Abigail," he said to her softly.
"Hi," she chirped back, smiling at him.
He couldn't contain his smile at the voice, so clear and child-like, "Hi there, Abigail."
She giggled. Dean carded his fingers through her soft brunette locks, easing the tangles from them, "Are you hungry?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered, lifting her pajama top up and looking at her belly.
Dean laughed, poking the soft and pale flesh. That earned a giggle from her. She pushed her top back down over her belly. Dean stood up, having a secure grip on Abigail and walked over to the kitchenette. He pulled out the bottle of milk and offered it to her, "Do you want some milk?" He asked.
"Yes!" She said, reaching out for it eagerly. Dean handed it to her and turned back to pull out the yogurt. It was vanilla flavored.
"Alright, Abigail, I'm gonna set you down on this chair, while I make your breakfast and you drink your milk, okay?" He asked, placing her on the chair.
"No," she whined.
"It's okay, I'll be right here." Dean comforted, releasing her. He smiled at her, "See? Still here."
She smiled, and he turned to slice and dice the yellow fruit.
He found a plastic spoon and carried the small bowl of bananas and cup of yogurt to the table. He set them down and picked up Abigail and took her seat. He sat her down on his lap and dipped the spoon into the yogurt, only scooping up a little bit. He raised it to her lips, and thankfully, she took it without complaint. He scooped up a piece of banana and offered it to her as well. Like a miracle, she took the banana and chewed it before swallowing. "Good girl," he praised. She smiled at him happily. He repeated the process of feeding her until it was all gone. She had finished her bottle, too.
He rummaged through the bags from Sam's shopping trip last night and pulled out a diaper and wet wipes. "Alright little one, let's change you." He said, a bit grossed out at what he might find. He laid her on the carpet and pulled off her pajama shorts and began unwrapping the diaper. He grimaced as he began to clean the little girl.
Meanwhile, Sam and Cas were in the baby aisle at Target. Or aisles. Cas was in the section of clothes, finding outfits for Abigail in her size. Sam was looking at car seats and was looking at his phone at the safety ratings for each seat before he decided on one to buy. The angel was having some fun picking out clothes for Abigail. He was picking out shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, pajamas, and shoes for her.
Sam had decided on a car seat and set the box in the cart. He travelled down to the aisle with all of the toys. He picked out the age appropriate ones that could travel easily. He picked up a few bibs, and toys to chew on for when she teethes. With the essentials in his cart, he set off to find Cas in the maze of clothing racks. He caught sight of the angel and headed toward, his eyes widening at the amount of clothes in the cart. "Dude. That's a lot of clothes," Sam said.
"Yes, she'll need them," Cas said.
"Alright, how about we put some of them back, and we can go to the Target in Bobby's town and you can get more clothes. I just don't think they'll all fit in the Impala," Sam said.
Cas frowned, "I guess you are right," he said, picking through the clothes and returning some of them to their clothing racks. With a decent, and manageable amount, in the cart, Sam and Cas made their way to the registers. They waited in line for a few seconds before it was their turn. They unloaded their items from the cart. The cashier didn't even blink an eye, she just rang up the purchases and bagged them up. Sam's eyes widened at the total amount, but swiped his card nonetheless. He thanked the cashier, and Cas and Sam were on there way back to the motel.
Sam and Cas opened the motel door laden with bags and dropped them on the first bed, which just so happened to be Dean and Cas'. "Dean?" Sam called out, looking around the empty room. They heard giggles and laughter from the bathroom. Sam and Cas approached it and peered in through the open door. Smiles instantly appeared on their faces. Abigail was in the bath, bubbles surrounded by her and Dean gently washing her, tickling her every chance he got. "Hey Dean, we're back," Sam said.
Dean looked up and smiled, "Hey guys. I'm hoping we have some clothes for this kiddo."
"Yes, I'll bring you an outfit for her," Cas offered.
"Thanks Cas," Dean said.
"We have almost everything we need. I talked to Bobby on the way back. I gave him a list of what we didn't have and he's on his way to go pick it up. I promised him that we'd pay him back and he said, 'No need too. I'm a grandfather now, you idjit.'" Sam shared.
Dean laughed, "Sounds like Bobby."
Cas returned with an outfit and diaper. "The tags are all off," he said, placing the clothes on the counter.
Dean smiled at him, and turned back to Abigail who was splashing and playing in the water. "Alright kiddo, time to get out." He unplugged the drain and stood up to get a towel. He set it next to him as he lifted Abigail out, quickly covering her and rubbing her dry. He laid her on the towel and put the diaper on her. "Cold," she whined. Dean frowned, "I know sweetheart, almost done," he said, slipping on the ruffled yellow skirt. He picked her up and slid the white and yellow striped shirt over her head and helped her with her arms getting through the sleeve. He looked at her and chuckled. Cas would find an outfit that had bees on it.
"Alright," he said, standing up, "You've been fed, bathed, and changed. Do you want to play?" He asked, slipping on his own t-shirt.
"Play!" She said excitedly, running out of the bathroom. Dean laughed and followed behind her.