Babes in Toyland Chapter 1
Title: Babes in Toyland Chapter 1
Author: JCRGIRL
Banner: emeraldheiress
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Wincest, AU, BabyFic (Non-MPreg), Flashback heavy
Word Count: ~ 3333
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Just playing in Kripke's sandbox. I also, unfortunately, do not own anything related to the Walt Disney Corporation. Those things belong to the owners and shareholders of the Walt Disney Corporation.
Beta: Unbeta'd
Summary: Christmas at Disney with new and old friends.
Author Notes: Joey Verse and chronologically follows 'I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus' though a few years have passed. Title from the story "Babes in Toyland". This is still unbeta'd, but I think I can bribe her again starting tomorrow. And the readers breathe a sigh of relief.
A/N 2: As you know I've been wanting to write this story for a while so the plot is already outlined and it's finally here! I wanted to give you the opportunity to ask any questions you may have about Casey, her crew or Joey. So if you have anything you'd like to know, shoot it to me and I'll try to answer it in story (as long as it doesn't spoil later stories). Merry Christmas.
“Sammy, you have the tickets, right?” Dean pushed Joey along in the cheap fold-up stroller bought specifically for this trip. Worst case scenario if the thing got stolen they were only out fifteen bucks.
Sam trailed behind them a few feet, zipping up the various pouches on his backpack after coming through the bag check area. “Uh, yeah. Hold on,” he muttered, tugging the zipper to close the main section of the bag. Digging into his back pocket he stepped into line beside his brother and showed him the cardboard tickets. Turning around, he waved at the rest of their party so they could see which line they’d queued up in.
“God, look at the people and it’s not even nine o’clock yet,” Bobby grumbled, looking around at the crowd slowly filing through the turnstiles. His hand landed lightly on the small of Jenni’s back, guiding her forward when the line moved.
“It’s only going to get worse so you might want to come to grips with it now,” Mike chuckled. His strong arms were wrapped around Hannah’s waist, hands lying protectively over her distended belly. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss to her temple. “You tell me if you get too tired, okay babe?”
Hannah rested her hand over Mike’s on her stomach, squeezing it firmly. “I’m fine, Mike. I’m a lot tougher than you give me credit for. Remember seven months pregnant or not, I can still whip your ass.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that. I think I might be able to take you now. You may be strong and fast and tough, but you can’t even see your own toes.” Mike danced away from Hannah’s swatting hand and stepped back into John.
“I’d like to take that bet,” John smirked, hands coming up to grip Mike’s biceps to keep him from falling. “It’d be funny to see you get your ass handed to you by your pregnant wife.”
“Guys, behave yourselves. We’re up next,” Dean called from the front before mumbling to Sam, “How many kids do we have again? One or six?”
Chuckling, Sam handed the tickets to the attendant, rolling his eyes at her amused expression. “Family. What can you do?” He pushed the arm of the turnstile down and waited for Dean and Joey to come through the swinging gate at the side.
The attendant returned his tickets and smiled, “Not a thing, honey. Welcome to Magic Kingdom. Have a magical day and Merry Christmas.”
They were gathered with other park goers in an open area between the main turnstiles and the tunnels underneath the train depot at Main Street Station. The park wasn’t open yet so the mouths of the tunnels were roped off, waiting for nine o’clock on the dot. Green garland and Christmas wreaths, dotted with bright multi-colored ornaments, hung from every eave, lamppost and railing. Over the roof of the train station, the top of a massive star topped Christmas tree was visible.
“Dennis said that when he and Mark came, they did some kind of ceremony to officially open for the day. He thought that Joey might like it.” Jenny snapped a picture of Joey in his stroller clutching the stuffed Mickey she’d bought him to play with during the car ride down.
“Huh,” Dean replied, pulling his attention from a little boy and girl, arms wrapped around each other, in front of the large Mickey head made out of flowers getting their picture taken. “Wonder what they do?” He leaned down and picked up his son so he could see whatever ‘ceremony’ was going to happen.
As if in answer, boisterous music came over the speakers hidden among the flower pots and a train whistle sounded in the cool morning air. As a second whistle sounded, white smoke rose over the treetops to the right of the train platform.
“Train, DeeDee! Train!” Joey bounced in Dean’s arm, pointing excitedly in the direction of the now appearing burgundy and black engine. Dean looked over at Sam and they traded smiles. If this was how he reacted to a train, their son was going to have a blast today.
Characters waved and sang a greeting song from the open-sided passenger cars, blowing kisses to all the children. Joey waved his stuffed Mickey at the life size one on the platform, squealing when he received a wave in return.
“Daddy, Mickey waved at me.” The little boy looked over at this father with a cheek splitting grin on his face.
“I saw, Possum. That’s awesome. He’s excited to meet you.”
Once the train fully stopped, the mayor disembarked and addressed the waiting crowd to let them know that the Magic Kingdom was now open. Confetti rained down and the gathered guest cheered as the blockading ropes fell from the tunnel entrances. Standing back a little, the group waited until the majority of people had pushed their way in to avoid being trampled.
Kneeling down to place Joey back in his stroller, Dean gently shook his knee. “You ready for an adventure?”
“Yay!”
“Well let’s go then.”
Carrying Joey out of Mickey’s PhilharMagic, Dean dropped their 3D glasses in the return bin and squinted against the bright sunlight. “Did you like that?”
Nodding his head vigorously, Joey pointed at a Donald Duck in the ride gift shop, “Donald mean. He ‘tole Mickey’s hat.”
“That’s right. Donald was mean, but it was just because he was grumpy. It turned out in the end though. Mickey got his hat back and Donald had to clean up his mess.” Sam dug into the pocket of his hoodie for Joey’s sunglasses and covered small hazel eyes before sliding his own pair into place.
“Donald grumpy?” Joey frowned in confusion then turned to look at John. “Like Gan’pa John?”
John glared at the adults trying to suppress laughs and sputtered, “I’m not grumpy!”
“Outta the mouths of babes, John,” Bobby laughed, patting him on the back.
“Okay, little man,” Jenni said, deciding on a change of subject before the ribbing between the old friends went from rated G to R, “what would you like to do now? There is still a lot to see.”
Joey was quiet for a moment, a pensive look on his face or at least as pensive as a three year-old could be. “Ide Tream!”
“You want ice cream," Dean asked. "Okay. How about you go with your Daddy to find where we left the stroller,” Dean grunted transferring his son into Sam’s open arms, “and I’ll get the ice cream.”
“Mickey ide tream.”
“Definitely, Mickey ice cream.” Dean quickly took requests from everyone else.
“We’ll wait for you over there,” Sam pointed to the planter surrounding the carousel. A family was just getting up, leaving a section available where they could sit and rest for a minute while they enjoyed their treat. “Guys, go snatch those seats.”
Waiting for everyone to leave to claim the seats, Dean checked that his father had his back turned then pressed a quick kiss to Sam’s cheek. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, smacking Sam on the ass as he walked toward the ice cream cart.
Jumping slightly at the unexpected swat, Sam shook his head. “Your DeeDee is a naughty boy,” he told their son, moving toward the rows of strollers near the exit of the ride.
“No Santa for DeeDee,” Joey asked with wide eyes.
“Nope. No Santa for DeeDee. He gets coal for Christmas,” Sam answered working to keep a serious look on his face. He found their stroller and set Joey on his feet so he could get sit down.
“Poor DeeDee,” Joey said solemnly and climbed into the stroller.
Dean stood in line at the ice cream cart watching the people as they passed by. It was crowded today, but so far they’d been able to get on most of the rides quickly. Sam had researched the best ways to make the most of their time, wanting to make sure that Joey rode everything he wanted. He’d found out about these passes that you could get for certain rides that gave you a specified time to come back and get on with a minimal wait. So far they had saved them a few hours of standing in line. They’d been on Pirates of the Caribbean, Peter Pan, Winnie the Pooh, Buzz Lightyear, The Haunted Mansion, Space Mountain and Big Thunder Mountain and it was only one o’clock.
Joey rode most of the rides with Dean or Sam or both depending on the seating, but on the ones he was still too little for, Hannah sat with him while the non-pregnant adults rode. When Joey insisted on riding with Grandpa John on The Haunted Mansion, Dean and Sam had been more than happy to let him. The private ‘doom buggy’ and dark interior afforded them the opportunity for a nice little make out session, a nice luxury while their father was around. John was okay with them as long as they adopted a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell and definitely don’t show’ mentality.
“Brian, Brian. Look its Peter Pan. Come on!” An excited voice had Dean turning his head to find a small boy, about eight years old, dragging an older boy by the hand.
Tugging the young boy to a halt near the ice cream line, the teenager laughed, “Hold on, Jason. Let Mom and Dad catch up then we’ll get in line.” The older boy indicated a harried looking couple who’d become separated from their children by a large tour group from Brazil by the looks of the matching shirts they wore.
Jason danced from one foot to the other, eyes darting from his older brother to the multi-colored ride entrance. Squatting down so they were eye level, Brian placed a hand on his arm. “Hey, calm down. We’ll get there. Tell me, who do you want to ride with? Me or Mom and Dad?”
The look Jason shot at his brother clearly spoke of how stupid he considered the question to be. “You, of course.” Seeing his parents over Brian’s shoulder, Jason pulled on his brother again nearly causing the older boy to fall to the pavement. “Come on! Come on!”
Rolling his eyes at their parents, Brian got to his feet and allowed himself to be hauled away. Dean chuckled lightly and grinned as he watched the two boys disappear in the sea of people. He scanned the crowd, mind drifting as he took in the people around him.
“What are you getting?”
“Huh?” Dean startled at his father’s voice beside him. “Oh, um, an ice cream sandwich. What’s up? You change your mind about what you want?”
“Nah, just thought you could use a hand carrying everything back. You okay? You were kinda’ lost in your own world there for a minute.”
“Yeah. I’m great.” Dean shrugged and smiled. “Just people watching.”
John’s brow furrowed and he looked in the direction Dean had been staring, “Were they cute?”
“No, not that kind of watching. I was just looking around at all the kids and thinking.”
“About,” John prodded.
“You know growing up, me and Sam were never alone. I mean, we always had each other. Even when he was being a pain in my ass, I always knew he’d be there. Joey needs a little brother or sister.” Dean shifted forward as the line moved, expression wistful.
“Dean, do you regret this thing with Sam?” John’s eyes narrowed, the wrinkles along the edges deepening.
“What? No!” Dean paled at the question only to have the blood flood back to his face as his anger rose. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, you’re talking about having more children and your current relationship doesn’t really accommodate that. There are too many tabs and no slots. Hell, you of all people should know that Sam is short for Samuel not Samantha. If you want more kids and Sam can’t give them to you, it will cause problems sooner or later.” John cut his eyes back and forth to make sure that nobody was listening to their conversation.
“Sam is with me on this. We’ve been kicking around the idea of adopting a baby for a while. You know, made some inquiries, visited a couple of place.” Dean looked over to Sam as he hefted their son on his shoulders. From his lofty perch, Joey waved to Mike and Hannah on the carousel, seated on one of the decorative benches, as they passed. “Some agencies are still leery about same sex couples adopting. We didn’t want to say anything to anybody or get Joey’s hopes up until we knew for sure they’d let us.”
Dean stepped up to the ice cream vendor and placed the group’s order while John stood beside him in quiet contemplation. Dean paid and John gathered up some of the treats, leaving a few for Dean to carry. Walking back, he juggled the desserts to one hand and stopped Dean with the other.
“Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… Look, you and Sam are excellent parents. Any child would be lucky to have you. Those agencies have their heads up their asses if they can’t see that.” John gave a jerky nod and gently squeezed Dean’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Dad. Oh, by the way since you mentioned it, there are plenty of slots in our relationship. I didn't want you to worry.” Dean walked away, leaving John with a deep blush on his face and a new commitment to never use the word 'tab' or 'slot' ever again. Taking a deep breath, he hurried to catch up to his smug son.
They made it back over just as Mike and Hannah returned from their ride on the carousel. Bobby stood to give the expectant mother his seat and then helped unload Dean and John’s arms.
“Thanks, Dean. This was really nice of you,” Jenni smiled, biting the ear off her mouse shaped ice cream.
“DeeDee not nice. DeeDee naughty,” Joey said, running a hand over his mouth to wipe away the melted ice cream and chocolate there, smearing it over his cheek.
“I’m naughty,” Dean asked in mock hurt as everyone, but one, snickered. “Who told you that?”
“Daddy.” Joey scrunched his nose and tried to turn away from the baby wipe Sam was using on his face.
“Did he now?” Dean laughed at Sam’s guilty look as he meticulously wiped every inch of Joey’s sticky hand while completely ignoring his lover.
“Uh-huh. You get coal for Chismas. Sorry, DeeDee.” Joey took another bite of his ice cream, a new ring of sugary milk surrounding his recently cleaned mouth causing his Daddy to throw his hands up in defeat. Another round of laughter shook through the small group.
Leaning down, Dean stage whispered to his son, “Don’t worry, buddy. Daddy will make it up to me.”
Standing, he smirked at Sam’s open-mouthed awe and took a bite of his of sandwich.
“Joey wants to see the parade,” Sam said, checking the show time card and studying the park map. “When you went to get ice cream, I asked one of the park workers where a good place would be to watch. She said the Christmas shop in Liberty Square is usually good and it’s shaded from the sun by some old oak trees. It’s, uh,” he lifted his arm and shook his sleeve up so he could see his watch, “a quarter to two now so if we want to get good seats we should probably start heading that way. I think that path will lead us right to it.”
Sam pointed at one of the two walkways that started at the rear of Cinderella’s castle and followed along the outer bank of the moat down to the street in front. The right arm led you to the Tomorrowland side of the castle while the left put you on the Liberty Square side.
“Any objections,” Dean asked and, receiving none, they headed toward the walkway.
As they passed a small shop, Hannah stopped to look in the window. “Hey, Mike. Look at that cute little outfit. Can we go inside and take a look?”
“I don’t care. You guys mind hanging for a minute?” Hannah’s insistent hand pulled Mike into the store before he could get a response.
“If they’re going in there then I’m going to run into the sword shop real quick,” John said, looking at the back of the castle. “According to this guy I met in the bathroom, they have some nice pieces. You wanna come, Bobby?”
“A guy you met in the bathroom? Since when did you become Mr. Social?” Bobby considered his friend with a scrutinizing gaze.
“It’s the ‘happiest place on Earth’. I think it’s against the law to be rude here. Now are you coming or what?”
“I guess. Do you want to go in, Jenni?”
Looking back at the clothing store, Jenni paused. “I think I’ll go look around with Mike and Hannah. You two have fun playing knight, but don’t take too long. Remember Joey wants to see the parade.” She patted him lovingly on the chest and followed the couple.
“You guys coming?” John looked over at his sons.
“Nah, I’ll just wait here with Joey. Most of these stores are really too small for the stroller.” Sam bent down to tie Joey’s shoelace that had worked itself loose.
“Dean?”
“I’ll stay here with Sam. Keep him from feeding our son anymore naughty lies.” Dean hip checked Sam’s shoulder nearly knocking him off balance.
“Okay. We’ll be back in a minute.”
“Since we got a minute,” Sam smiled, digging the map back out of his bag, “Joey, where do you want to go after the parade?”
“Mickey.” Joey held up the stuffed toy to emphasize who he was talking about in case they didn’t know.
“Oh, that’s right. We haven’t seen Mickey yet. Let’s see where he’s at.” Sam unfolded the map and studied the glossy printed sheet. As Dean pulled his own map out to help, two women bumped into him from behind.
“…I don’t understand what she’s doing. We’ve been here for hours and nothing. This is a gigantic waste of time. She’s not even concentrating.”
“Sorry,” the red-headed girl said quickly before turning her attention to her companion. “Ariel, she’s trying. You do realize something like 40,000 people visit this place each day. That’s a lot of people to…”
“What was that about,” Sam asked, eying the retreating forms of the two girls.
“Beats the shit out of me,” Dean shrugged, “You find Mickey?”
“Yeah. Apparently you can tour Mickey’s house. You wanna go see where Mickey lives?” Sam lifted the map so he could look down at his son in his stroller and froze at the empty seat. “Joey?” Dropping the map, he looked side to side for the little boy, breathing in relief when he saw him a few steps away. “Joey!”
“What’s the matter, Sam.” Dean glanced up from his map and noticed the vacant stroller. Tracking Sam’s gaze, he sighed at the sight of his son. “Joey!”
Joey’s head turned in their direction, but he continued to walk away. Chasing after him, Sam and Dean pushed aside people and shouldered their way through the crowd. Peering over a teen-aged couple’s head, Sam saw the toddler walk up to a woman leaning forward against the chest high wall that offered an excellent view down Main Street USA. She was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans, her long hair pulled back in a tight French braid.
“Joey,” he called again, seeing Dean hemmed up by a family with a double stroller. Forcing the lovebirds apart, Sam stumbled a few steps before gaining his footing again.
His cries fell on deaf ears as Joey reached up and curled small fingers into the seams of the girl’s jeans. Tugging the material, small hazel eyes gazed up. “Mommy?”
The girl turned and Sam’s breath caught in his throat. Casey’s gaze dropped to the small child at her feet and she dropped down to her knees, wide-eyed. “Joey?”
Chapter 2