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A Midnight Clear
Title: A Midnight Clear
Author: Just Ruth
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: (Gen) Sam, Dean, Original Characters
Rating: G
Prompt: My own idea "Winchesters and a frosty Christmas with children"
Disclaimers: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW. Characters/Situations are being borrowed for entertainment purposes only. You think anyone would pay me for this?
"A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" editorial by Francis Parnell Church
Spoilers: Sam's visions
Summary: Christmas is just another day to the Winchesters, until one of Sam's visions sends them to a wintry rescue
Symbols: _italics_
Word count: 3639
With special thanks to beta intrepidy
*****

Dean Winchester growled to himself as the wipers swept the Impala's windshield clear for a moment. It had been snowing steadily since the diner at noon and the wind was whipping across the barren plains, causing whiteouts almost every other mile. Traffic was crawling along behind a plow as evening darkness descended. Dean wondered why on earth he had ever agreed to head back to Bobby Singer's for Christmas.

He glanced over to the passenger's seat. His younger brother was sleeping with his forehead resting on the window. Dean looked for someplace to pull over because if he opened the door with Sam in that position, Sam would tip out of the car face first into the snow. He would have to watch his back the next few days because Sam _would_ get even.

A sign loomed out of the whirling white stating that there was a McDonald's in three miles.

_Perfect,_ he thought with a grin. _Just keep on dreaming, Sammy._

As if in answer to his thoughts, Sam gave a deep agonized groan; gasped and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Shit," Dean hissed under his breath. Sam was having a nightmare. "Hey, Sammy! Sammy, wake up. Sammy? SAM!" He reached over and grabbed his shoulder.

"Three – six – eight!" Sam abruptly sat up, his eyes wide, his voice terrified. "Three - six – eight! Three – six – eight!"

"Three – six – eight what?" Dean demanded. "Sam! Three – six – eight what?"

"I don't . . . I'm not sure. . ." Sam was gulping air and blinking. "There!" he pointed out the window to a small county road sign -- 368. "Turn right!"

"What?" Dean sputtered. "Are you nuts?" Things were bad enough behind the big main drag plow, but that road only had a lick from a small county plow if they were lucky. Sam gave him a wild, pleading look. Cursing under his breath, Dean wrestled the Impala to the smaller track. "Okay, Okay, what are we turning for?"

"Cold, white -- trouble," Sam rubbed his forehead, wincing.

"Take it easy," Dean kept glancing from the road to his brother, hating the way this thing attacked when least expected.

The road was a slim, straight line through near total flatness. There was little to break the unending miles except the occasional barbed wire peeking through the drifts to hold back the wind. The Impala slowed to a crawl as gust after gust carried blinding clouds of powder through the gloom.

"I'm going to stuff snow down your back if we get stuck out here," Dean threatened grimly as he wrestled the wheel. "Whoa!" He hit the brakes as the rear of another car appeared ahead of them. The small hybrid looked like it was stuck in a massive windrift that blocked the road. Dean pulled to the side and nudged forward until the nose of the Impala was parallel to the rear quarter panel.

As soon as they stepped out, they could hear thin, anxious crying. Sam yanked open the backdoor. Inside, an eight-year-old girl and a four-year-old boy looked up in surprise while an infant wailed in its car seat.

"You're not my Daddy!" Accused the boy, his small chin jutting and his small fists ready to defend his family. Dean hid a chortle behind his glove.

"No, sorry, we're not," Sam smiled, "I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean."

"I'm Ginny Devin," said the girl, pulling back her brother. "This is Josh and that's Angie; she just started crying." She shared the same sandy hair, stub nose and pointed chin as her brother, but her mouth was fuller. Her eyes were light blue, but Josh's looked dark in the Impala's headlights.

"Ok, uh-Dean?"

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Well, you have more experience in this area than I do."

Dean glared at him. "In case you haven't noticed, that was a _long_ time ago." He shouldered Sam aside and took off his gloves. "Hey, Angie, what's wrong, huh?" He gently pulled her from the car seat. "Oh, boy, are you wet. Josh, you mind getting into the front seat so I can have some room here? Ginny, she got an extra pair of pants in that bag? Thanks, hon."

"The drift's only about three feet wide on the left," Sam reported. "It's almost bare road on the other side. What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? At least she's not going to zap me in the eye." Dean tucked Angie into the diaper. He guessed she was about nine months old. Angie watched him with wide sapphire eyes and a fist in her mouth. "I hope you realize I wouldn't do this for just _any_ girl. That feel better, sweetheart? Okay, let's get some nice clean pants on you to keep you warm." There was a suspicious muffled sound behind him. "Sammy. . ." he didn't turn around because Angie was examining his necklace. "You start laughing and I'm going to pop you one."

"I'll get a shovel," there was a giggle in Sam's voice.

"Nice pendant, isn't it, honey? Hey, hey! No eating the necklace!" He pulled it away and tucked it inside his shirt. "What are you kids doing out here?"

"We were going to Grandma's when we got stuck. There was no signal for the phone. Daddy said he was going to the church up on the hill to make a call for help," reported Ginny. Dean frowned and looked over the roof of the car. There was a small, battered gray building up to the left on a small rise. Even from this distance it looked dark and deserted in the tiny grove of trees.

"Hey, Sam!" Dean pointed to the church. "Their Dad went that way." Sam nodded and left off digging to check. The shovel was better suited for graveyards than snowdrifts, but he had been making good time.

"Where's your Mom?" he asked.

"Mommy's in heaven," said Josh sadly.

Ginny swallowed hard. "Mommy was real sick; but she was pregnant with Angie, so she couldn't take the medicine she needed. She named her Angela 'cause she said she was her angel. Mommy could take the medicine, but her body was just too sick. She d-died when Angie was six months old. Th-this is the first Christmas she's not here." She whimpered a little.

"I'm sorry," Dean felt something tighten in his throat. "I'm so sorry." He assessed what was in the backseat of the hybrid. Ginny had a backpack, all the children had coats, Angie had a well-stocked diaper bag and there were two blankets.

He checked the glove compartment finding a worn map and registration to Mark Devin. He tucked both into his pocket and used his arms to sweep off the hood of the car. Snow stopped falling as he popped it open, but the wind was picking up.

"Dean," Sam came back looking grim. "We've got a problem."

"I'll say – you see the starter in this thing?" Dean pointed into the unfathomable tangle of the ultra modern engine. "Dad took the keys with him."

"The wind's swept away any tracks their Dad may have left"

Dean shut the hood. "That's bad." He looked up at the church. "Ginny says he went up to the church to get a cell signal. There may be help on the way right now."

Sam just looked at him. Dean swallowed a sigh. They both knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

"Might as well try for the church ourselves. One thing's for sure, we can't stay in the cars all night, there's not enough gas in the Impala to keep us warm and I don't know where I'd stick a siphon in this thing."

Sam picked up the shovel. "We should be able to get the Impala through this way. Looks like a gravel track about thirty feet ahead for the church."

"What have we got by way of supplies? Those kids are going to be hungry and I'm getting hungry myself."

"Half a bag of peanut M&M's, third of a jar of instant coffee, two packs of cocoa and I'm not sure how many ramen."

"Shitty dinner, but we've had worse," Dean opened the back door. "Ok, kids, you're going to have to bundle up 'cause you're going to our car and we'll get you up to the church."

"What about Grandma's?" asked Josh.

"We can't get there now," said Ginny sensibly as she shouldered her backpack. "We'll have to wait until morning."

"That's right, Ginny, and it's going to be cold. Roll up those blankets. Here, let me tie that." He turned the blankets into a secure bundle with some string. "Did you guys bring anything to eat with you?" He'd seen a box of animal crackers in Angie's bag, but was hoping they might have something more substantial to supplement the ramen.

"We've got cookies in the trunk," said Ginny. "Aunt Jenny sent a whole basket to Grandma and Daddy was bringing a gift basket with cheese and jam and stuff. Josh, shush, we’ve got nothing else for dinner. Grandma won't mind."

"All right then," Dean scooped up Angie. "Come on, sweetheart." She gave him a smile this time. "Well, there we go! I was beginning to think I'd lost my touch."

"Hadn't we better get the car seat?" Sam blew on his fingers before trying to pick the lock on the trunk. The shovel was still in the drift.

"What are we going to fasten it to?" Dean asked, annoyed. "You drive. I'll hold on to Angie."

"You sure that'll be safe?" He frowned as he got the trunk open.

"How do you think Dad got around before car seats? I had you in my lap until you got too damn big," Dean juggled Angie in one arm while he took the handle of the cookie basket. The cheese basket didn't have a handle and Sam had to use both hands to carry it.

The Impala breeched the snow and was soon crunching on the gravel drive that led up to the church. The clouds were leaving the sky and the stars were peeking through.

"Clearing," Sam looked up as they got out. "That means it's going to get a lot colder."

Dean patted Angie's back before he handed her back to Ginny and told the kids to wait until they checked things out. "Better go work your magic on the lock while I get flashlights for everyone." He headed for the trunk. They checked their cell phones but could pull in nothing.

Sam was staring down towards the mired car. "He might have walked this way. Why didn't he make it?"

"You saw the way that shit was blowing; could've got lost and buried." Dean frowned as Sam's face took on a too-familiar bleakness. He shook his head in frustration. "Damn it, Sam, don't you go emo on me! We've got three kids depending on us to get them through this night without freezing. Maybe their Dad's somewhere in the snow but that's not your fault! If it wasn't for that nightmare of yours those kids would still be in that snowbank so something good did come out of your freakin' 'curse'!"

Sam didn't answer. Taking one of the flashlights he went to the church to get the door open. Dean snagged two more flashlights from the trunk and wrapped up one of the axes as well as a pot for melting snow into their extra blankets. He tucked a disposable lighter into one pocket along with a flask of holy water -- just in case. In the other pocket he stuck a handful of candles.

"Daddy's not here," Josh announced just inside the nave. Dean nodded and gave him one of the flashlights.

"Sam?" he called.

"Over here." Sam was up near the front of the small church. "I think it's a wood stove."

"Hallelujah!" Dean shifted the blanket packet and herded the children towards the area. It was a rusty wood stove. The wood box next to it was empty, but that turned out to be a good thing because Angie could be tucked into it like a cradle. While Ginny brought in the baskets, Josh helped the Winchesters arrange three pews around the stove to hold the heat. One of the other battered pews was sacrificed for a fire.

Sam kicked one of the boards into smaller pieces. "I wonder what Pastor Jim would say if he saw this?"

"Pastor Jim would be knocking this pew down with us," Dean retorted as he handled the ax. "Only Bible thumper I ever met who practiced what he preached."

"Dean!"

"What?"

"Never mind," Sam shook his head.

The stove coughed and smoked until they got the flew clear. Warmth filled the space they'd blocked off and Sam had a pot of snow melting. Dean broke into the cookies. Ginny pulled two books out of her backpack.

"We brought these," she began shyly. "Daddy always reads them at Christmas."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean took a look, grinned and promptly handed one to Sam. "Here, you read this one."

"Me?" Sam looked surprised, frowned and lit a candle to see better. The four were on the pew that faced the stove. Josh snuggled up on Sam's left while Ginny leaned in on his right. Sam's voice had the same richness and clarity as when he was reading Latin.

_"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there;"_

Dean leaned back on the other end of the pew. Damn it, it looked almost too nice. Jess' had been a blonde and it wasn't be hard to think that the two might have had these sandy haired kids – not now, but later on, maybe when Sam had a few threads of grey in his hair or something.

_What if I never pulled him in?_ Dean couldn't help but think. _What if we never even started hunting?_

He rubbed at his eyes. _No good thinking that; you couldn't change the past._

_"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!"_

"It's Donner," Dean argued.

"Donder, it's German for thunder."

"I always heard Donner."

"It's Donder." Sam stuck the page under his nose. "See?"

It was. Sam settled back and found the rhythm again. Dean found himself drowsing as he listened to the old poem. Angie made a fussy noise and Dean carried her back to the pew. She snuggled down with her forehead against his neck.

Sam couldn't help but blink at the change in Dean. All his sharp angles softened as he cuddled baby Angie in his arms. It was a side of his brother he couldn't remember ever seeing before.

_"But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."_

He finished up the poem. Dean settled Angie back in the wood box again.

Sam picked up the other book and passed it over. "Your turn," he said.

"That's the book Mommy and Daddy got Ginny's name from," Josh explained.

"Really?" Dean shifted until he had one leg up and the book propped against his knee.

"Ginny reads the first part," Josh continued. Ginny nodded and sat next to Dean. He put his arm around her as she read.

_"Dear Editor: I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus, Papa says, 'If you see it in the Sun it's so.' Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? Virginia O'Hanlon, One-fifteen West Ninety-Fifth Street."_

"Good job," Dean praised. "_Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. . ."_

Dean's voice was as strong but didn't have the same ring Sam's had; it had an earnestness to it that made what he said believable. No wonder he could pull the scams he did. Sam moved over to a side pew and stretched out his legs. Josh yawned hugely and lay down where Sam had left.

_"Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real?. . ."_

_Yes, and most of it we end up killing,_ Sam couldn't help up give a small snort. Dean gave him a half-smirk that said he was probably thinking the same thing. Dean finished up with a flourish. Ginny packed the books away. Dean added more wood to the fire. Josh announced he had to go to the bathroom.

"Don't look at me," Dean snapped at Sam's slightly panicked look. "I handle the diapers. It's _your_ turn on this one."

Sam picked up one of the flashlights. "Come on, Josh, we're going to have to go outside."

"Outside?" Josh's eyes widened.

"It's going to be cold," Dean called. He swallowed a snicker. Ginny looked at him anxiously. "Honey, you better take care of things too."

"I've never gone outside," she said.

"It's no fun, but there's no choice," Dean shrugged. He re-stacked the remainder of the pew and helped himself to another cookie. "Your Aunt makes good cookies," he said to Angie.

Angie, sound asleep, turned her head and snuggled a little deeper into her nest of blankets. Dean leaned on the side of the wood box, just watching her breath.

"Aren't you beautiful?" he whispered.

"Dean!" Josh and Ginny rushed in. "Dean!" Josh cried. "Sam says you've got to get outside fast."

"What's happening?" Dean grabbed his jacket.

"I don't know, he wouldn't let us go over there," Ginny looked scared. "He's under the trees by the side of the church."

Dean cursed mentally. He had a knife in his boot, but they'd left the guns in the trunk.

"Sam!" he yelled as he circled outside.

"Dean!" Sam was next to what looked like a woodpile. He looked stricken. "I found their Dad. Dean, he's dead."

"Where?" Dean shoved past him. He could see the shadowy form on the ground. He dropped to his knees and turned him over. Mark Devin's hair was a shade darker than his children's. He was very pale and bluish with cold.

"I couldn't get a pulse at his neck."

"No!" Dean yanked at Devin's coat. "No, those kids are not getting a corpse for Christmas." Reaching Devin's chest, he dropped his ear to the bare skin.

"Dean?"

"Shut it!" He barked. He held his breath. "I got a heartbeat. Not much. Come on! We're getting him inside."

"We can't- - "

"We're going to try!" They dragged him into the church. "Ginny! Get the space blanket and spread it in front of the stove. Josh! You get the pot and get some more snow. Sam! Go get our bags; we're going to have to get these wet clothes off him. Ginny, don't start crying. We're going to help your Dad."

Mark Devin was quickly stripped and re-dressed in their spare clothes. He had gotten some color back in his face, but was still far too cold and Dean said he didn't like the look of his feet.

Sam sighed softly. They needed help. Ginny was hugging Josh to her and crying softly. He looked around for something – anything. He looked to the ceiling. He thought he saw a door. Grabbing a flashlight, he turned the beam up. "Dean!"

"What?"

"I think that's the way to the steeple," Sam indicated the door. "Might be able to pull in a signal up there. I don't see a way to get up there, though."

"Yeah, well, I do, Sasquatch. Hold still."

Ginny stopped crying as she and Josh watched. After a brief heated argument, Dean took his boots off and climbed up on Sam's shoulders to reach the small door.

"Geez, your feet stink! Ow! Dean! That's my ear!"

"Bite me!" Dean yanked on the trapdoor. The rusted hinges gave way and whole thing crashed to the floor. Sam jumped clear, leaving Dean hanging on the edge of the opening, yelling. He kicked a few times, swung an elbow up and scrambled through.

"You got a signal?" Sam called.

"Better than that!" Dean stuck his head through the opening. "Get the tow rope! We got a bell!"

BONG! BONG! BONG!

Josh squealed as the rope lifted him off his feet. Sam caught the rope above his hands so he never went too high. Dean and Ginny were laughing as hard as Sam and Josh.

BONG! BONG! BONG!

They could hear the echoes even inside.

Angie let out a screech from the wood box. Sam headed towards her. Mark Devin gave a low moan. Dean let go of the rope and waved for quiet. Angie wailed. Dean signaled Sam to stay back.

"Ah – " Mark gasped. "Ang—"

"That's right," Dean said. "That's right, Dad. Your baby's crying. Come on. Come on."

A siren blared. Josh ran to the church door. "There's a sheriff's car coming and a plow!"

"Angie?" Mark opened his eyes.

Sam was grinning as he scooped up the baby and brought her to her Dad.

Ginny sniffled.

"You crying?" Dean asked her.

"I don't know why, I'm happy."

"Sometimes it happens that way, Ginny." Dean pulled her into a one-armed hug.
******

"Sheriff?" The deputy looked up at her superior as he frowned over the report from the fax machine.

"It doesn't make sense," he said. "The men this describes wouldn't have saved that family." He tapped the papers on his hand, then shoved them into the shredder. "Funny thing about snowstorms – sometimes notices like these just don't get through."


"Yes, sir," the deputy smiled.

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thehighwaywoman From: thehighwaywoman Date: December 18th, 2007 02:33 am (UTC) (Link)
EEEEE!

I cannot even begin to pick out a part I liked best, because then I'd end up quoting the whole fic back to you. Just absolutely loved it from start to finish, and the ending left me with this huge grin that'll last for hours. Awesome Christmas story and warm fuzzies of glee.

just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 18th, 2007 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I can't believe you read it that fast, but thank you!
thehighwaywoman From: thehighwaywoman Date: December 18th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Hey, I've been looking forward to this! Dean taking care of the baby girl was just so sweet, I loved it. :-)
lavenderfrost From: lavenderfrost Date: December 18th, 2007 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Church bell. XD XD XD

And yes, snow can be very convenient sometimes. XD
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC) (Link)
The sheriff weighs their actions against the words on the page. Glad you liked it!
gestaltrose From: gestaltrose Date: December 18th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely, just. . . lovely.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
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just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
And it's all your fault! :)
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just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 20th, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
*looks at her notes for future fics and smiles mysteriously*
indusnm From: indusnm Date: December 18th, 2007 03:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was fantastic. I loved this fic. Start to end
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
randomstasis From: randomstasis Date: December 19th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Whee! Saving lives while changing diapers still leaves time for bickering, boys! (I'm sorry Dean didn't get to dump Sam in the snow at MacD's, tho- maybe he can do that another time, when he's not quite so busy with other stuff)
""Get the tow rope! We got a bell!"
BONG! BONG! BONG!
Josh squealed as the rope lifted him off his feet. Sam caught the rope above his hands so he never went too high. Dean and Ginny were laughing as hard as Sam and Josh."
Only the Winchesters could make near-tragedy so much fun.
(And btw, Sam, Dean's right about Donner. Give up. He is the big brother after all.:)
I wish Hendrickson had as much sense as the Sheriff!
Thanks for Xmas fun!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:36 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you liked it!

Henricksen (I did a poll and this spelling won :D)has his own reasons for his blindness (yes, I am writing about it, do feel free to nag).
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just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 12:37 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: sweet little story

Thank you for the tip, I'm always willing to know where I can improve.

Glad you liked the story anyway.
rafikiven From: rafikiven Date: January 2nd, 2008 04:13 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: sweet little story

I agree with catdancerz, that part was a little off for me too. I think you could say that they "looked around" 8 and 4.
erinrua From: erinrua Date: December 19th, 2007 05:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Now, this was a lovely Christmas offering. Wonderful characterisations, and I could just feel the cold and wet of all that snow. I loved seeing the boys with those children, rising to a crisis as they always do, even if this crisis is small and scared. And the ending? Perfect. Sometimes good deeds pay off in unexpected ways. :-)

Thanks for sharing this, and Merry Christmas!
Cheers ~

Erin
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 19th, 2007 05:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love your ship icon!

You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Edited at 2007-12-19 05:45 pm (UTC)
erinrua From: erinrua Date: December 20th, 2007 01:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! :-) It's just a screencap from one of the opening scenes of "Red Sky" and a little manipulation. You're quite welcome to use it, if you like, or if you'd want a blank version to put your own words on, I'd be happy to post it for you. Anyhow, thanks again for the story! :-0
Cheers ~

Erin
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 20th, 2007 06:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I'm taking it (will credit). :)
erinrua From: erinrua Date: December 20th, 2007 07:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee! That makes me feel very warm and fuzzy. Enjoy! :-)
Cheers ~

Erin

Edited at 2007-12-20 09:43 pm (UTC)
kuromatic From: kuromatic Date: December 20th, 2007 03:11 am (UTC) (Link)
This was touching. Good work!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 20th, 2007 06:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
dramaphile From: dramaphile Date: December 20th, 2007 06:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great job with this! I love seeing the boys being their awesome do-gooder selves, and with kids! and Dean with a baby serously makes my ovaries ache :D
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 20th, 2007 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I was afraid people would find Dean out of character, but I guess I'm not the only one that sees the "schmoop" inside.
arliss From: arliss Date: December 23rd, 2007 12:47 am (UTC) (Link)
I know it's canon that Dean's good with kids, but I'm smitten by how easy he is with the baby. Lovely story--and a happy ending!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: December 23rd, 2007 02:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Starting with "Dead in the Water" Dean says he doesn't like kids, but somehow when he interacts with them, he's a natural. Especially in the episode "Something Wicked."

I was afraid with him just watching Angie breathing, but so far no one has shook a finger in my face and said "that's out of character!"
rafikiven From: rafikiven Date: January 2nd, 2008 04:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Loved it!!! I'm totally baby crazy and I'm a sucker for any story where the guys are taking care of kids.

Oh I love the idea that Dean held on to Sam in the car when he was a baby b/c they didn't have a carseat. I never thought about that before.

My fav was the last bit where the sheriff shreds the papers and says that they sometimes don't get through in snowstorms.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: January 2nd, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!

Car seats didn't really become mandatory in New York State until the mid 80's; I'm assuming other state laws were along the same lines. Also, while I don't know much about cars - I do know that cars from the 1960's were not equipped with the sort of seat belts that are currently used for car seats.
captainfla From: captainfla Date: May 5th, 2008 08:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Just so you know I've created a BabyFic List for the Supernatural fandom, and this fic has been reccomended to be put in it. If you don't wish for it to be included please let me know asap. Thanks!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: May 5th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have no problem whatsoever - reccomend away!
stars91 From: stars91 Date: May 12th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was very cute, and I love how it ended!

"Fun thing about snowstorms – sometimes notices like these just don't get through."

Very appropriate!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: May 12th, 2008 09:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
dollysdoodles From: dollysdoodles Date: December 30th, 2012 10:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh I could just hug you for this and never stop!!!
This was soo sweet. Thank you.
*hugs*
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