Fic: Apple Pie, Chevrolet
Title: Apple Pie, Chevrolet
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: G
Pairing: Dean/Nick
Summary: For a former father, there was a lot that Nick didn’t know how to do.
A/N: Part of the schmoop_bingo ‘verse. The prompt was “Baby - Feeding.” The title is from the Honor Society version of “Real Gone.”
Disclaimer: The show and characters aren’t mine.
Previous Chapters: See the Master Post!
He could feel Dean’s eyes on his back, watching as he struggled through something he’d never done before, judging him in a way he’d never thought Dean would be capable of.
“What?” Nick finally snapped, turning to glare over his shoulder at the younger man.
“You’ve never changed a diaper before, have you?” Dean asked, sauntering into the room with the sort of swagger Nick remembered from the Apocalypse.
“I worked,” he said. “Sarah took care of Jack.”
Dean pushed him lightly out of the way with a bump of his hips. Nick watched in fascination as Dean changed the baby’s diaper with more skill and dexterity than the older man every would have expected.
“There,” Dean said, turning triumphantly to the other man. “Not that hard.”
“How’d you do that?”
Dean shrugged. “Used to do it for Sam all the time. Taught myself when I was four.”
Nick reached down and scooped Gabe up in his arms, holding the cooing baby close. “Are you all right with this?” he asked. He’d never considered it before, never wondered if maybe Dean would see the baby as a rival for affection, as another responsibility that he’d never asked for. “The baby, I mean.”
“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Dean asked. “The fact I sent the angel she used to be to her death, or that you’re the one who killed her?”
He looked down at the baby who was exploring the pattern of holes in his threadbare t-shirt. “Never thought of that. Think she’ll be mad?”
Dean shrugged. “Depends.” He reached over and slid the baby out of the safe circle of Nick’s arms and into his own. “We’re gonna have to raise her right,” he said, looking down at her with a smile. “We’re gonna have to keep her safe, and be there when she needs us.” He looked back up at Nick. “You know how to feed a baby?”
Nick shook his head and followed Dean into the kitchen, where baby formula had magically appeared the night Gabriel had been dropped off.
“It’s not that hard,” Dean said, handing the baby back to his and puttering around the kitchen, explaining exactly what had to be done and how to do it. “If a four-year-old can do it, I’m sure you can handle it.”
“What else did you do for your brother?” Nick asked as Dean shoved a warm bottle into his hand.
“Everything. Diapers, feeding, baths, brushing teeth, tucking in at night. You know, parent stuff. The kind of stuff you did for your kid, right?”
Nick blinked at him. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed out on while he was at work, just how much Sarah had to do without him. How much he’d never get the chance to do with Jack.
Dean reached over and tipped his hand, smiling as Gabe responded by greedily sucking at the bottle. “Stuff you’ll get to do,” the younger man corrected.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Nick asked.
The younger man glanced at the sink full of dishes that had been steadily piling up since Sarah had left. “Work a dishwasher,” he admitted.
Nick laughed. “No, really.”
“Paper plates and motel rooms, man,” Dean reminded him.
“You don’t know how to wash dishes?”
“Or mow a lawn. Make a bed. Use an oven. Change a light bulb.”
“Normal people stuff,” Nick said with a nod. “You want to learn?”
“You willing to teach?” Dean asked.
“You help me with baby stuff, I help you with the domestics?”
Dean nodded. “It’s a deal.”
“Seal it?” Nick asked.
“Not with the baby in the room.”
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: G
Pairing: Dean/Nick
Summary: For a former father, there was a lot that Nick didn’t know how to do.
A/N: Part of the schmoop_bingo ‘verse. The prompt was “Baby - Feeding.” The title is from the Honor Society version of “Real Gone.”
Disclaimer: The show and characters aren’t mine.
Previous Chapters: See the Master Post!
He could feel Dean’s eyes on his back, watching as he struggled through something he’d never done before, judging him in a way he’d never thought Dean would be capable of.
“What?” Nick finally snapped, turning to glare over his shoulder at the younger man.
“You’ve never changed a diaper before, have you?” Dean asked, sauntering into the room with the sort of swagger Nick remembered from the Apocalypse.
“I worked,” he said. “Sarah took care of Jack.”
Dean pushed him lightly out of the way with a bump of his hips. Nick watched in fascination as Dean changed the baby’s diaper with more skill and dexterity than the older man every would have expected.
“There,” Dean said, turning triumphantly to the other man. “Not that hard.”
“How’d you do that?”
Dean shrugged. “Used to do it for Sam all the time. Taught myself when I was four.”
Nick reached down and scooped Gabe up in his arms, holding the cooing baby close. “Are you all right with this?” he asked. He’d never considered it before, never wondered if maybe Dean would see the baby as a rival for affection, as another responsibility that he’d never asked for. “The baby, I mean.”
“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Dean asked. “The fact I sent the angel she used to be to her death, or that you’re the one who killed her?”
He looked down at the baby who was exploring the pattern of holes in his threadbare t-shirt. “Never thought of that. Think she’ll be mad?”
Dean shrugged. “Depends.” He reached over and slid the baby out of the safe circle of Nick’s arms and into his own. “We’re gonna have to raise her right,” he said, looking down at her with a smile. “We’re gonna have to keep her safe, and be there when she needs us.” He looked back up at Nick. “You know how to feed a baby?”
Nick shook his head and followed Dean into the kitchen, where baby formula had magically appeared the night Gabriel had been dropped off.
“It’s not that hard,” Dean said, handing the baby back to his and puttering around the kitchen, explaining exactly what had to be done and how to do it. “If a four-year-old can do it, I’m sure you can handle it.”
“What else did you do for your brother?” Nick asked as Dean shoved a warm bottle into his hand.
“Everything. Diapers, feeding, baths, brushing teeth, tucking in at night. You know, parent stuff. The kind of stuff you did for your kid, right?”
Nick blinked at him. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed out on while he was at work, just how much Sarah had to do without him. How much he’d never get the chance to do with Jack.
Dean reached over and tipped his hand, smiling as Gabe responded by greedily sucking at the bottle. “Stuff you’ll get to do,” the younger man corrected.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Nick asked.
The younger man glanced at the sink full of dishes that had been steadily piling up since Sarah had left. “Work a dishwasher,” he admitted.
Nick laughed. “No, really.”
“Paper plates and motel rooms, man,” Dean reminded him.
“You don’t know how to wash dishes?”
“Or mow a lawn. Make a bed. Use an oven. Change a light bulb.”
“Normal people stuff,” Nick said with a nod. “You want to learn?”
“You willing to teach?” Dean asked.
“You help me with baby stuff, I help you with the domestics?”
Dean nodded. “It’s a deal.”
“Seal it?” Nick asked.
“Not with the baby in the room.”