Supernatural One-Shots

Babies and Hunters Don't Mix (SPN x fem!reader)

Dean sighed as his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and answered the call. "Garth?" You watched as your friend's brow furrowed in confusion. "Garth?!" You looked at Sam, who shrugged. You sighed and turned back to your book. Dean hung up the phone and turned to you and Sam. "What is it?" Sam asked. Dean was frowning and his brows were still drawn together. "I couldn't understand what he said was wrong, but I did catch a location. A little over an hour from here. Let's go, Sammy."

You closed your book and asked, "What about me?" Dean turned back to you and shrugged. "Research if we need you. It could be something simple and Garth is just in over his head a bit. We don't all need to go." You let out a sigh, but agreed. Dean didn't like you out hunting very often, especially since you'd gotten hurt on the last hunt you did. "Fine. I need to make a food and supply run anyway. If you need me, gimme a call." The brothers nodded and left the bunker.

Your phone rang a couple of hours later as you were entering the bunker, your arms loaded down with groceries. You set the bags down on the nearest surface and dug your phone out of your pocket. Brows furrowed, you answered it. "Cas?" Why was Castiel calling you? "Y/N. Sam and Dean are in trouble. Bobby and Garth as well." You nearly dropped the phone.

"What? What kind of trouble?" You heard the sound of fluttering wings and then Castiel's voice behind you. "This kind to be exact." You nearly jumped out of your skin. There stood Castiel and, in his arms, were two small children. "Um, Cas...Why are you carrying those children?" They couldn't have been older than two. "These children are Sam and Dean."

Your eyes went wide and you looked back at the toddlers. The facial features were clear. It was Sam and Dean. "How?" Castiel squinted as if he were pondering something and said, "I don't know. But I have to return for the rest." Before you could ask what he meant, Castiel was gone again, leaving you with tiny Sam and Dean. A second later, Castiel was back this time with three more children, none of them appearing older than three years old. "What the heeeeeck?" You stopped yourself when five pairs of innocent eyes looked up at you.

You looked at the three newer children again and realized who they were. Garth, Bobby and the little red-headed girl could only be Charlie. "This is...bad, isn't it?" Castiel asked, his electric blue eyes finding your (e/c) ones. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Yes, Cas. Yes it is. We have five little kids in the bunker and neither one of us has a whole lot of experience."

As if sensing your stress, Charlie and Dean both started whining. "Please don't," Castiel whispered and you glared at him. "That is not going to make them stop. You take Dean, I've got Charlie." You scooped Charlie into your arms and soothed her. Just then, Sam started to hit Garth. "No, Sammy!" you scolded and you heard Bobby say, "Ye idjits!" You had to keep yourself from busting out laughing at him. It sounded so different in a child's voice. Instead, you had to scold him for calling names.

"Dean seems unhappy in my arms, Y/N," Castiel said. "Well, Dean is just going to have to get over it or no pie," you replied, causing Dean's tears to stop automatically. You silently thanked heaven that Dean's love of pie survived whatever curse this was. "Pie?" he asked, his green eyes sparkling brightly. You couldn't hold back your chuckle this time. "Yes, Dean. But only if you behave." You heard a crash and another cry.

"Garth?" You turned around and saw a box of artifacts all over the floor. "No, Garth!" You cried as he reach for a particularly dangerous one. You put Charlie down and ran over to Garth who was now crying. As soon as you picked him up, he snuggled into your chest and stopped crying. You glared at him. "Cheeky little-" The other kids were up and exploring. Dean was struggling to get out of Castiel's arms. All you could see was the amount of lethal objects all around the bunker. Someone was going to get hurt, so you said the first thing you could think of.