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Winchester Lullaby-fanfic100-#076-Who?
Title: Winchester Lullaby, Chapter 1 B
Author: myguys_sam_dean
Rating: R
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo, Johnny, Grace
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em.
Feedback: Absolutely!
Summmary: Written for fanfic100 #076-Who? The Winchesters meet Grace
Sam heard the Impala engine and tried to slow his pace toward the door. Johnny knew the familiar roar, too. "Deenie! Deenie!" he came cruising down the hall with Jo not far behind, trying to finish getting him dressed. The little nudist hated getting dressed after a bath.
Dean got out and waved, seeing Sam in the doorway. Sam returned the wave as he watched Dean go around to the passenger side and open the door for a lady. Sam didn't recognize her.
"Hey, Jo," he motioned over to an already occupied Jo. "Come here. Dean brought a lady with him."
Jo gave up the fight she was losing and let Johnny go in a diaper and t-shirt. Johnny squealed in glee as he ran to stand in the doorway by his dad. "Deenie! Deenie!"
Jo took a took at Dean and the woman and surmised, "Dean seems happy. I already like her."
Sam glanced at her before holding the door open and grabbing his son who was trying to escape up in his arms.
"Hey, Johnny," Dean grinned at the little boy who had his arms outstretched toward him. Johnny babbled some words and patted Dean's cheeks. Then, he got serious, "Cookie."
Dean smiled. " I brought you some little man," he laughed. "Just let me get inside first." Johnny was happy to lie his head on Dean's shoulder with his chubby hands around his neck.
Dean reached for his guest with his other arm. "Grace, this is my brother Sam, his wife, Jo, and this bundle of energy is Johnny.
Sam stuck out a hand and was glad when Gracie shook it. Dean hadn't ever brought a girl home. Sam didn't know how to act.
"Welcome home," Jo gave Gracie a hug. "We've made up the den because Dean usually bunks with Johnny. Come on in, I'll show you around.
Gracie disappeared into the house with Jo and Sam got to ask Dean, "So, where did she come from?"
"My dreams, Sammy," was all he got for an answer as Dean pushed past him to bring Johnny inside.
Sam closed the door and asked, "Does she know what you do?"
"Yeah," Dean replied. "She sure should. She's a hunter herself."
"Where did you meet?" Sam was reeling from the fact that she was a hunter.
"How about I tell you both over supper?" Dean shrugged his duffle off his shoulder, being careful not to dislodge Johnny from his other shoulder. "Can you dig through there for Johnny's Oreos? I don't want him to think I forgot."
The package of Oreos was easy to find. "Look, Johnny," Sam said. "Look what Dean brought you."
"Oos," Johnny's face lit up and he gave Dean a very wet kiss.
"Okay, okay," Dean put Johnny down and wiped the drool off his face. "You're very welcome, Johnny. After all, you are my favorite nephew."
Sam opened the package and gave Johnny one. Johnny promptly made a mess of it and Dean cringed. "I see he's eating with more enthusiasm these days."
"You mean he's a mess?" Sam asked, smiling.
"No--" Dean tilted his head to the side as he thought. "Well, yeah."
"He's more independent with a Winchester stubborn streak. I don't think he'd accept help from even you, Dean."
"I might have to try," Dean was stubborn. "He needs to know it isn't cool to spread your food all over."
"And break his heart in pieces because he's so proud he can do it himself?"
"Okay," Dean agreed. "For right now messes are cool." He paused a minute. "What's up with his lack of clothes?"
"He thinks he's a little nudist--sometimes we find all his clothes in a pile, but at least he keeps his diaper on."
Dean just nodded. "He's a free spirit, Sammy. Isn't much you can do about it."
"Nope. We'll keep trying to change the clothing is optional idea. It's like a social grace that he needs to know."
"Maybe it's his life dream to be a streaker," Dean smiled.
"Clothes are required by law, Dean. So, I'm afraid we have to insist that he wears them."
"Just don't hurt his body image, Sam."
"I don't think he's old enough to have body image issues. But if he gets any issues, we'll send him your way. You love to show off your body, so I'll just consider you the professional body image booster."
"I like that title," Dean smirked. "Do you like my body, Sam?" Dean wiggled his hips.
Sam just shook his head and laughed.