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Dean Winchester (doubleup) wrote in utr_logs,

Dean couldn't help smiling to himself for a moment as the baby gummed his finger. "Good chompers there, buddy." He cradled the baby, hand supporting its head, and rocked it gently while he waited for the food delivery.

After about half an hour of humming Motörhead under his breath to the little person, the doorbell rang. Roxy ran for it, barking shrilly, and Dean shushed her as he went to get the package.

The assistant was worth the money. He'd brought four kinds of forumla, diapers in every size, baby food, baby cereal, bottles, toys, blankets, a playpen, and a black Snugli. Dean sighed and strapped it on as he went over to the computer to ask for help. "I wonder if you're someone's baby? What if the vortex dumped you here?" Once he'd tapped in a message, he tried to remember how to make a bottle. He remembered finally about boiling it until it was warm, and he set about pouring the liquid into a bottle before getting the pan of water ready. While it boiled, he put the baby on the counter and grabbed a few different size diapers. "Let's see if you're smelly, little person."