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Dean Winchester (doubleup) wrote in utr_logs,

Dean blinked for a moment at how the kid had calmed down the second that he'd picked him up. At least he assumed it was a him, he wasn't totally sure.

"Fuck, I mean - shit. Crap. Dang. Okay. Fudge, I need baby shi - stuff." He'd figure out where the baby had come from after he got diapers and formula and stuff. One of the perks of being rich was that he could call someone and have them get it for him, no questions asked.

"Yeah, can you get me some formula, and some diapers for a ... oh, dunno, just get me one of every size up to about twenty pounds. Yeah, friend brought a baby over when they came to visit, but forgot supplies. Hurry up, ASAP." He put down his cell phone, then couldn't help himself. He leaned over the baby, tickling the thing's chubby tummy. "Don't worry little man. Or lady. Dunno. I'm not checking out your junk until I've got something to cover it up with."