driftfleet | hail the orphan king(s)

Who: Dean and uh.... a wee Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: Red Fish
When: nooww

[ Dean looks ultimately..... tired. And vaguely grumpy, but when does he not look like either of those things. Though it could be said he has good reason for this as there is a toddler-sized child in his arms, preoccupied with screeching and reaching desperately for the ground. It's shouting his name on repeat 'Dean, dowwn, Dean, dooowwn!' but as soon as he puts the child back on the floor, he's immediately reaching back up again, tugging on Dean's jacket, arms reaching for the sky.

'Dean! Deaaan!'

Truth be told, this is not actually something unfamiliar to him.

It's just something that feels as if it happened a million years ago. ]

Looking for some place to take a kid. [ Wait, let's rephrase. ] Not to dump him, but to get him outside.

Don't feel like cramping him up in here while we've got the chance to get out and-- haven't exactly toured the place much. Just want to get him out without having to deal with... anything. Keep him in here and he'll find his way to the armory when i'm not looking.

[ You think he's kidding. Winchesters and guns are like peanut butter and jelly.... give Dean another second while he swaps the kiddo from one hip to another, almost like he's done this once or twice before. It almost even looks like he's doing that bouncing-baby thing. ]

I'd appreciate the advice.

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[ Oh no small children. Cara's eternal nemesis. ]

Why do you have a child.

Edited 2016-09-07 00:25 (UTC)

[ Dean would agree with this if this small child didn't happen to be related to him. ]

Because my brother's augment decided he was better off as a kid, maybe.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Well hey- now you do. [ He gives the kiddo a tiny little wiggle in his arms, as if presenting the fact of his existence. It earns a small giggle and some more clappy hands. ]

He's usually not this short.

[ Her brow continues to furrow. ]

What will you do with him?

Watch him until he... I don't know, grows up again?

[ THAT'S HOW THIS WORKS RIGHT?! ]

Don't babies need milk to survive?

And motherly love, I believe.

[ Cara, those are infants. ]

[ Wow that is... like a serious punch to the gut, he hasn't had any sort of conversation about mothers in forever. Just give him a second to avoid full on eye contact... or maybe five minutes. ]

Think he can make do.