Fic: Babes in Toyland
Author: therellbepeace
Series: Bringing Up Baby (2/?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1400
Characters/Pairing: mild Sam/Dean
Summary: Sam and Dean and Mary face their first shopping trip together.
Warnings: Schmoooooooooop.
Notes: There is really no plot here. It's straight-up schmoop. But I just couldn't get the thought of this scene out of my head all day, so I figured I might as well write it! The next one will have a bit more substance to it, though. (Well, hopefully!)
Sam is on the computer, researching everything he can think of about taking care of a one month old baby, when Dean sits down next to him.
“I think we need to go shopping,” he says, and his voice sounds equal parts dread and resignation.
“Hmm?”
“Shopping,” Dean says again. “You know, for baby stuff. We’ve got enough diapers and formula to last the night, but if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to need the stuff to do it. I mean, at the very least, she needs some clothes.”
Sam and Dean both look over to the bed where Mary is sleeping, in between the rolled up blankets, wrapped snug and content as anything in one of Sam’s soft old tee-shirts. She looks warm and cozy, and Sam can’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” he concedes. “You’re probably right.”
Ten minutes later, they’re all bundled up in the car. Dean’s driving slowly again, coming to such complete stops and signaling so far in advance that Sam thinks it’s almost overkill. Mary is awake in his arms-she’s dressed in the pink onesie they’d found her in, didn’t need to raise any suspicion by showing up with a baby dressed in a grown man’s shirt-and looking around disinterestedly, fixing on Dean or Sam every once in a while.
They pull into the parking lot of the Babies R Us that Sam had found online and Sam waits while Dean opens the passenger door and takes Mary from him so he can get out. With Dean holding Mary, the three walk through the doors and stop, wide eyed, just a few feet inside.
Sam had not been prepared for this. He knows the gist of what they need-a car seat, clothes, blankets, diapers, probably a stroller or something to carry her around in-but looking around, he sees so many different gadgets and devices and playthings and stuff he can’t even identify that it’s overwhelming. He glances over at Dean, and judging from the almost panicked look, he guesses his brother feels the same.
A middle-aged woman with a name tag and a bright smile walks over to them. “Hi, I’m Tracy! Can I help you boys with anything?”
“Um, yeah. We need baby stuff. Like, everything,” Sam says dumbly, still trying to take in everything at once.
Tracy looks between Sam and Dean a little suspiciously, obviously trying to add things up in her head and not quite sure what to make of them. Before she can say anything, Dean steps forward and puts on the smile he uses when he’s trying to charm and distract civilians on a hunt.
“Yeah, you see, our brother and his wife just had a fire in their house. No one was hurt-thank God-but everything’s gone. They’re so busy dealing with insurance stuff, so we volunteered to watch little Mary and shop for some of the things they’ll need for her, but-we have no idea what those things are.” Dean grins self-deprecatingly, and Tracy gives them a warm, knowing smile.
“Well that’s just terrible. Glad everyone was okay, though, of course. And don’t you boys worry, I’ll help you out.”
A half hour later, Tracy is wheeling a cart with a basic stroller, a car seat/carrier, a diaper bag, several more bottles and packages of diapers and formula, and an easily portable play pen up to the front to hold for Sam and Dean, leaving them in the infant girl’s clothing section to pick out some things for Mary to wear.
Looking out at all the pink and ruffles, Sam thinks Dean looks a little pale. He takes Mary from his arms and smiles when she makes a little noise and her closed fist hits against his chest.
“Okay,” Sam says, stepping forward. “Tracy said that our best bet would be to get size 1-3 months. Let’s just pick out a bunch of things and then we can decide what to actually get later.” Dean nods and they separate, sifting through the racks.
Dean walks up to Sam a few minutes later, his eyes sparkling. “Dude, look what I found.” He holds up a tiny little leather jacket-fake, judging by the price tag-with little pink rhinestones bordering the pockets. “How awesome is this!”
“Dean. We are not getting a leather jacket for an infant.”
“Come on, Sam,” Dean pouts. “She needs a coat! It’s gonna start getting really cold soon.”
“Yeah, she needs a fluffy, warm, winter coat. For a baby.”
“This is for baby-look how tiny it is.”
“Dean.”
“Fine,” but Dean doesn’t put it back on the rack. “Let’s see what you picked out, since you’re apparently an expert in fashion for 1 month old baby girls.”
Sam gives him the most impressive bitch face he can muster, but he can’t hold it long before he excitedly picks up some of the outfits he’d set to the side so he could more easily shop and hold Mary at the same time.
“I got these, just for basics, and sleeping, a couple dresses, and some little shirts and pants for her. Oh! And we should probably find her shoes, too.”
Sam looks at the spread he’s laid out on a free shelf while Dean does the same. There are a few onesies in soft pastel colors; a couple dresses-one was white with little lady bugs and on it, one was lavender with white around the edges of the skirt, and the other looked like denim and had plaid patches where pockets would be; a couple brightly colored, stretchy pants; a few plain tee-shirts with cute little things on them like bears or giraffes or bumble bees; and a bubble gum pink shirt that has the word PRINCESS written across the front in rainbow lettering, complete with glitter.
Sam is still looking proudly at his finds when Dean turns to him. “Sam. Seriously? This is the shit you pick out, and you won’t let me get the jacket?”
“What’s wrong with what I picked out?” Sam asks. He thinks he sounds a little more defensive than he probably should.
“It’s just so…girly.”
“Well, Dean, Mary is a baby girl.”
“Yeah, but.” Dean picks up the lady bug dress and the PRINCESS shirt. “Do we really have to dress her this over the top?”
Sam holds Mary a little closer, trying to pretend he isn’t as disappointed as he is. “I guess not. It’s just. Mary’s such a sweet baby, and I figured if she were able to want stuff right now, this is the kind of stuff she’d want. Sweet, pretty things. And I just want to try to give her what she wants, you know?”
Dean looks at Sam for a minute, and then looks at Mary for a while longer, and nods. He picks up all the clothes Sam laid out, and puts the jacket on its rack. Sam picks it back up, and places it on the top of the pile Dean’s holding.
“Get it-Mary’s a sweetheart, but she’s also gonna be a badass one day, I can tell. Might as well start her out in the right direction now.”
Dean smiles big and goofy, and all of a sudden Sam’s so happy he could cry. They make their way up to the front of the store-grabbing a couple pairs of shoes and socks, a big floppy bunny stuffed animal-and Tracy checks them out, smiling when Dean impulsively grabs a copy of Goodnight, Moon from the checkout display and tosses it in with the rest of their stuff. She helps them out to the Impala with all of their packages, and teaches them how to set up the car seat and settle Mary safely inside.
“You boys take care, now. Good luck with everything, okay?”
Sam and Dean both nod and thank her with excited, nervous smiles and get in the car. Sam glances back to Mary, a little nervous at having her in the back seat while he’s up in the front, but Dean puts his hand over Sam’s, warm and rough and grounding.
“Hey, Sam, don’t worry. Mary’ll be fine. She’s a badass, remember?” Dean winks and puts the car into reverse, easing out of the parking lot. Sam smiles and shakes his head, but he turns his hand so that he’s palm to palm with Dean, and manages to only check on Mary twice on the way back to the motel, and overall, he considers that a huge success.
Series: Bringing Up Baby (2/?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1400
Characters/Pairing: mild Sam/Dean
Summary: Sam and Dean and Mary face their first shopping trip together.
Warnings: Schmoooooooooop.
Notes: There is really no plot here. It's straight-up schmoop. But I just couldn't get the thought of this scene out of my head all day, so I figured I might as well write it! The next one will have a bit more substance to it, though. (Well, hopefully!)
Sam is on the computer, researching everything he can think of about taking care of a one month old baby, when Dean sits down next to him.
“I think we need to go shopping,” he says, and his voice sounds equal parts dread and resignation.
“Hmm?”
“Shopping,” Dean says again. “You know, for baby stuff. We’ve got enough diapers and formula to last the night, but if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to need the stuff to do it. I mean, at the very least, she needs some clothes.”
Sam and Dean both look over to the bed where Mary is sleeping, in between the rolled up blankets, wrapped snug and content as anything in one of Sam’s soft old tee-shirts. She looks warm and cozy, and Sam can’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” he concedes. “You’re probably right.”
Ten minutes later, they’re all bundled up in the car. Dean’s driving slowly again, coming to such complete stops and signaling so far in advance that Sam thinks it’s almost overkill. Mary is awake in his arms-she’s dressed in the pink onesie they’d found her in, didn’t need to raise any suspicion by showing up with a baby dressed in a grown man’s shirt-and looking around disinterestedly, fixing on Dean or Sam every once in a while.
They pull into the parking lot of the Babies R Us that Sam had found online and Sam waits while Dean opens the passenger door and takes Mary from him so he can get out. With Dean holding Mary, the three walk through the doors and stop, wide eyed, just a few feet inside.
Sam had not been prepared for this. He knows the gist of what they need-a car seat, clothes, blankets, diapers, probably a stroller or something to carry her around in-but looking around, he sees so many different gadgets and devices and playthings and stuff he can’t even identify that it’s overwhelming. He glances over at Dean, and judging from the almost panicked look, he guesses his brother feels the same.
A middle-aged woman with a name tag and a bright smile walks over to them. “Hi, I’m Tracy! Can I help you boys with anything?”
“Um, yeah. We need baby stuff. Like, everything,” Sam says dumbly, still trying to take in everything at once.
Tracy looks between Sam and Dean a little suspiciously, obviously trying to add things up in her head and not quite sure what to make of them. Before she can say anything, Dean steps forward and puts on the smile he uses when he’s trying to charm and distract civilians on a hunt.
“Yeah, you see, our brother and his wife just had a fire in their house. No one was hurt-thank God-but everything’s gone. They’re so busy dealing with insurance stuff, so we volunteered to watch little Mary and shop for some of the things they’ll need for her, but-we have no idea what those things are.” Dean grins self-deprecatingly, and Tracy gives them a warm, knowing smile.
“Well that’s just terrible. Glad everyone was okay, though, of course. And don’t you boys worry, I’ll help you out.”
A half hour later, Tracy is wheeling a cart with a basic stroller, a car seat/carrier, a diaper bag, several more bottles and packages of diapers and formula, and an easily portable play pen up to the front to hold for Sam and Dean, leaving them in the infant girl’s clothing section to pick out some things for Mary to wear.
Looking out at all the pink and ruffles, Sam thinks Dean looks a little pale. He takes Mary from his arms and smiles when she makes a little noise and her closed fist hits against his chest.
“Okay,” Sam says, stepping forward. “Tracy said that our best bet would be to get size 1-3 months. Let’s just pick out a bunch of things and then we can decide what to actually get later.” Dean nods and they separate, sifting through the racks.
Dean walks up to Sam a few minutes later, his eyes sparkling. “Dude, look what I found.” He holds up a tiny little leather jacket-fake, judging by the price tag-with little pink rhinestones bordering the pockets. “How awesome is this!”
“Dean. We are not getting a leather jacket for an infant.”
“Come on, Sam,” Dean pouts. “She needs a coat! It’s gonna start getting really cold soon.”
“Yeah, she needs a fluffy, warm, winter coat. For a baby.”
“This is for baby-look how tiny it is.”
“Dean.”
“Fine,” but Dean doesn’t put it back on the rack. “Let’s see what you picked out, since you’re apparently an expert in fashion for 1 month old baby girls.”
Sam gives him the most impressive bitch face he can muster, but he can’t hold it long before he excitedly picks up some of the outfits he’d set to the side so he could more easily shop and hold Mary at the same time.
“I got these, just for basics, and sleeping, a couple dresses, and some little shirts and pants for her. Oh! And we should probably find her shoes, too.”
Sam looks at the spread he’s laid out on a free shelf while Dean does the same. There are a few onesies in soft pastel colors; a couple dresses-one was white with little lady bugs and on it, one was lavender with white around the edges of the skirt, and the other looked like denim and had plaid patches where pockets would be; a couple brightly colored, stretchy pants; a few plain tee-shirts with cute little things on them like bears or giraffes or bumble bees; and a bubble gum pink shirt that has the word PRINCESS written across the front in rainbow lettering, complete with glitter.
Sam is still looking proudly at his finds when Dean turns to him. “Sam. Seriously? This is the shit you pick out, and you won’t let me get the jacket?”
“What’s wrong with what I picked out?” Sam asks. He thinks he sounds a little more defensive than he probably should.
“It’s just so…girly.”
“Well, Dean, Mary is a baby girl.”
“Yeah, but.” Dean picks up the lady bug dress and the PRINCESS shirt. “Do we really have to dress her this over the top?”
Sam holds Mary a little closer, trying to pretend he isn’t as disappointed as he is. “I guess not. It’s just. Mary’s such a sweet baby, and I figured if she were able to want stuff right now, this is the kind of stuff she’d want. Sweet, pretty things. And I just want to try to give her what she wants, you know?”
Dean looks at Sam for a minute, and then looks at Mary for a while longer, and nods. He picks up all the clothes Sam laid out, and puts the jacket on its rack. Sam picks it back up, and places it on the top of the pile Dean’s holding.
“Get it-Mary’s a sweetheart, but she’s also gonna be a badass one day, I can tell. Might as well start her out in the right direction now.”
Dean smiles big and goofy, and all of a sudden Sam’s so happy he could cry. They make their way up to the front of the store-grabbing a couple pairs of shoes and socks, a big floppy bunny stuffed animal-and Tracy checks them out, smiling when Dean impulsively grabs a copy of Goodnight, Moon from the checkout display and tosses it in with the rest of their stuff. She helps them out to the Impala with all of their packages, and teaches them how to set up the car seat and settle Mary safely inside.
“You boys take care, now. Good luck with everything, okay?”
Sam and Dean both nod and thank her with excited, nervous smiles and get in the car. Sam glances back to Mary, a little nervous at having her in the back seat while he’s up in the front, but Dean puts his hand over Sam’s, warm and rough and grounding.
“Hey, Sam, don’t worry. Mary’ll be fine. She’s a badass, remember?” Dean winks and puts the car into reverse, easing out of the parking lot. Sam smiles and shakes his head, but he turns his hand so that he’s palm to palm with Dean, and manages to only check on Mary twice on the way back to the motel, and overall, he considers that a huge success.