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Driving Miss Zeppy (PG) Winchesters
Yasmine32068
Disclaimers: Muse, did you check the couch? How about the bottom of my purse? Nope, no money found. Supernatural characters were not harmed in the writing of this piece of fiction. Sorry guys, no money made in using these characters either. Supernatural and the CW are still raking it in. Thanks for asking.
My Daddies found me on the side of the road. At least that is what my Daddy Dean will tell me later on with this odd look on his face that makes his eyes crinkle like he’s trying not to laugh. My Daddy Sam will say that a stork dropped me off but everyone knows that babies are too big to be carried by a bird but I know better. I can almost remember when my Daddies found me.
“What the hell is that,” I heard a man’s deep voice snap.
I felt something brush against the blanket that covered me, once then twice. Suddenly the blanket was pulled off and there was a stranger staring down at me. I felt myself get rolled around and suddenly there was this screeching noise. I frowned when I realized that I was no longer rocking and now whatever was poking my in the back was starting to hurt.
“Oh my god, Dean, that’s a baby,” I heard a different male’s voice say.
“Well, no zip, Sherlock,” the voice spoke. “Do you have another brilliant deduction?”
Did you know that babies would smile at a strange man more readily then a strange woman? It has to do with our days of crawling on our knuckles. This man leaned over me making hushing noises over the sounds of my whimpers and I froze to stare at him. He was frowning at me but I wasn’t really afraid of him. He scowled down at me and gingerly picked me up much to my relief.
Since he was frowning at me I frowned at him back as I studied his face. The man had a scattering of freckles across his high cheekbones and across his nose. His dark eyebrows arched gracefully over hazel green eyes. His lips were pursed as he studied me with the same intensity that I was studying him.
He stood there holding me for the longest time until I watched his face soften. When he smiled at me, I gave him my best grin. He gave a rumbling chuckle and eased me to his shoulder. He was solid, warm and best of all he was rubbing that spot where something had been poking me. I think that I fell in love with Daddy Dean at that moment.
“He’s cute,” the voice said and a new face appeared before me.
This man was taller. His long dark brown hair fell in tangled waves across his high forehead. He had friendly dark blue eyes. He was already smiling as he reached out a really big hand to touch me. I felt myself jerk away from the comfort of Daddy Dean’s shoulder to look at him.
“Don’t worry kid, that’s Sam. He’s just goofy looking,” Daddy Dean assured me.
“Thanks jacka…,” the man paused and frowned, “Jerk.”
“It’s not my fault the kid has excellent tastes,” Dean smiled down at me so I smiled back at him.
“There is nothing back here except a diaper bag, Dean,” the muffled voice of Sam came from the back seat.
“Cool, pull that out I bet this little guy is in need of a change,” Dean told him.
He gave me a little bounce on his hip.
“You’re going to change a diaper,” Sam asked him with a skeptical look on his face.
“Yeah,” Dean told him as he laid me on the warm hood of the car.
“Do you even know how to change a diaper?”
“I changed a few of yours,” Dean smirked at him.
I watched him with skeptical eyes as he made funny faces at me while he stripped me down smoothly and efficiently. The look on his face was one that I was will to bet that I’d never see again in this life. He’d pulled open the diaper and shut it with a frown.
“Um, we’ve got a problem,” Dean said with a frown and scowled down at me. I whimpered at his look.
“What’s the problem? Is he really messy?”
Sam was busy looking through my bag trying to sort through the unfamiliar mysteries.
“Oh revolting but not too bad,” Dean glanced at Sam nervously. “There is no stem on this apple.”
“Man, what is it with you and apples,” Sam asked him with a frown as he dug through the bag pulling out wipes and powder. “Let’s change the little guy and get rolling.”
“Yeah, well he is a she,” Dean scowled at him and nodded his head at me.
They stared at each other for a moment before peering down at me. I whimpered with unhappiness at the looks on their faces. When I pinched up my face and let loose a howl they finally got the hint that I was tired of being ignored. I wanted my needs met.
They worked together with the same smooth efficiency as a surgical team. Dean did that hardest part and Sam handed him wet wipes. Only when I was finally dressed again did I stop crying. I had hopes for these two. They seemed like they could be trained.
“The cops will be here in a few minutes,” Sam told him as he slid into his chair.
“I am not sure that’s a real good idea, Sammy.”
“Well what the…” Daddy Sam paused. “What are we suppose to do with a baby?”
Daddy Dean kind of shrugged at him and glanced at me with a faint frown and a pout. I let go of the nipple long enough to grin at him until his lips curled in an answering smile.
“She’s not a puppy, Dean.”
“I know that,” he snapped at him. I jumped in surprise and paused in my sucking to stare at him. He shot me an apologetic look and a smile. “Do you know what happens in those foster care system? They are bad places, Sam. Zeppy doesn’t need to be in one.”
“Zeppy?”
Daddy Sam leaned back in his seat and raised his eyebrows at his brother.
“Yeah, short for Zeppelin,” Daddy Dean grinned at him.
“You can not name a little girl Zeppelin,” Daddy Sam told him with a scowl as I swiveled my head to look at him.
Daddy Sam’s face softened immediately with a faint smile he smoothed down the downy softness of my blonde fuzz. I gave him a wet grin around my bottle and resumed my lunch.
“Why not,” Daddy Dean asked with a scowl.
“Well for one, we aren’t keeping her,” Daddy Sam told him with raised eyebrows. “Two, Zeppelin is a stupid name for a little girl.”
“Well, have you got a better idea yuppie boy,” Daddy Dean growled at him.
I frown up having finished eating and was feeling pleasantly full. Daddy Dean shifted me around so that I was pressed against his firm shoulder and began to pat me on the back. Boy, did this one know how to treat a lady. I watched Daddy Sam with sleepy eyes and the belch of appreciation I gave, made us both smile.
“Mary,” Daddy Sam told him. “I’d name her after Mom.”
I could feel Daddy Dean freeze and felt him swallow hard a couple of times before getting to his feet.
“Here take her for a minute. I got to take a leak,” he told Daddy Sam in a gruff voice as he passed me off to him.
Daddy Sam and I never really had a chance till now to get acquainted. We both watched as Daddy Dean headed to the bathroom. Daddy Sam had me sitting on the edge of the table and we watched each other with wary eyes. His face softened with a slow smile as I leaned over and grabbed at a nice shiny spoon. He picked it up for me and pressed it into my hands much to my delight. I giggled and waved the spoon at him with appreciation. He smiled at my antics and I felt strangely pleased.
I lunged forward and for a moment there was a complete look of surprise before he settled me against his chest. I rubbed my cheek against the warm skin of his throat and babbled at him as I waved my spoon at the people walking by. All I knew was I was safe, well fed, and happy. For me nothing else mattered in the world until they came.
“It’s okay, Zeppy,” Daddy Dean told me. There was an odd note in his voice as I glanced up at him with concern.
“What did you call her,” one of the men asked as I frowned at him and glanced up at Daddy Dean.
“Zeppy,” Daddy Dean said hoarsely. The man laughed mockingly before jotting down notes in his little book.
“Well, she just became Jane Doe.”
“Her name is Mary Zeppelin,” Daddy Sam said with a scowl on his face.
A strange woman came forward and took me from Daddy Dean. I could feel myself begin to whimper as she held me too tightly. I didn’t want to go with her. I wanted to be with Daddy Sam and Daddy Dean. I opened my mouth and screamed loud enough that patrons glanced at us startled. I watched Daddy Dean start forward only to be blocked by a man in an ugly gray uniform.
“Man, you’re scaring her,” Daddy Dean growled out with worry and concern evident in his voice.
“Look, she is no longer your concern. She is now ward of the state until we can find her people or she’d adopted.”
“Is that what happens now,” Daddy Sam asked as he stepped next to his brother and rested a large hand on his shoulder.
“She’ll be taken to a doctor and checked out to make sure there are no signs of abuse.”
“What? Abuse, man we didn’t abuse her,” Daddy Dean growled out angrily.
I filled my lungs against and screamed for him to come get me. I waved my arms and kicked my feet. The lady that was holding me pinned my arms down so that I couldn’t reach for Daddy Dean and Daddy Sam.
“She’ll go to a shelter tonight and tomorrow we’ll find her a foster home.”
They had to haul me away kicking and screaming but I will never forget the true look of heartbreak like Daddy Dean and Daddy Sam wore on their faces that day.
This baby was mine from the moment that I laid eyes on her. She stared up at me with such a look of wonder and surprise that I couldn’t help but to feel something soften and loosen in my chest. For the first time, since I was a kid, I felt something other then cool detachment. Sure, I loved my family but anything outside of that just felt surreal.
I’d always felt a need to protect those smaller and weaker then me. Maybe it was because there had been no one there to protect Mom the night that she died. I don’t know and frankly, I didn’t care. All I knew was this baby gazed at me with a look of absolute trust and a dimpled smile I knew that I would give my life for him, only he was a she.
It made my heart ache to know that we’d have to give her up to the law. Sam may not remember but I remembered the day that they took us from Dad. Shelters were cramped impersonal places where laughter didn’t exist inside of those hated walls. We were treated with impersonal indifference just our basic needs met.
They’d tried to get me to talk to them about the supposed abuse that came from my Dad but there was nothing to tell. I made sure that I took care of Sam. Slipping past the locked doors and security cameras every night to make sure he was alright until Dad came for us. He found us both dressed and waiting for him, ready to go. That’s when John Winchester disappeared from the face of the earth.
I wasn’t going to do that to Zeppy. I wasn’t about to leave her in some god forsaken institute where anything could happen to her. When I broke down and explained it to Sam, he wore such a look of rage that for a moment I was pleased. That meant he’d either kill me, putting me out of my misery or he’d help me spring Zeppelin. He decided to help me spring Zeppelin.
Breaking into the place was a walk in the park. We slipped past locked doors and guards without a problem but it was the smell of the place that made my stomach roll. From the look on Sam’s face I knew that it was bothering him just as much. The place smelled like pine cleaner and urine. It was a scent that crawled up your nose and died.
We found Zeppelin lying on a mattress wrapped up tighter then a mummy. We stood for a moment silently staring down at the silvery tracks that stained her cheeks and watched as she’d give a hiccupping sob in her sleep. Sam’s eyes burned with outrage and remorse ad he quickly packed as much stuff as he could carry into several bags he found. I knew in that moment she was mine and I would never let her go.
In all of the years that I could remember I’d never seen Dean act this way towards anyone out side of the family. He’d taken to that baby like he’d actually fathered that child. This was a side of Dean that I’d never seen before. It shocked and amazed me. The years spent moving from place to place as a kid and the constant uncertainties in our own lives made me believe that we were truly doing the right thing by giving Mary over to the authorities.
When Dean told me of when we’d been taken away from Dad I was floored. I never knew what had occurred much less the silent horrors that he’s witnessed and for a moment I knew he was actually pleading for my help. He’d never come right out and say it but I knew.
It was the very aura of the building that chilled my blood. Evil happened here and danced along my spine with icy fingers. My senses were tuned so tight I almost couldn’t breathe as we slipped into the building. Any reservations that I had about getting Mary back was wiped away the moment that I set foot in the place. It wasn’t that the building was haunted or anything but its occupants carried such atrocities that it made my eyes water and my jaw clench. I knew that our lives were forever changed because I wasn’t about to leave this baby here.