you, sam and dean were working a case and had somehow ended up looking after a baby. if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that none of you were ready to be parents; and that altogether you made up the most dreadful babysitting crew ever.

you guys were shopping around for baby products: mostly just sam pushing the baby around and you and dean picking up things randomly in hopes to find what you need. you got to the till and the baby started to cry, sam raised a brow at dean and mumbled something about changing its diaper, to which dean grimaced and held the baby away from him like he was about to dropkick a football.

when you guys finally got done you walked out of the shop, bags in hand, after having a conversation with a woman who happened to ask what the baby's name was.

"bobby john? really?" you asked incredulously.

"nice name huh, bobby john?" dean cooed looking down to the baby pressed against his chest, prodding him in the cheek.

"since you like it so much you can change his diaper," you smiled sweetly.