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Fic: Exception To The Rule
Title: Exception To The Rule
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Gabriel, Miranda (OFC)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: mild baby-related schmoop
Word Count: 908
Summary: Dean discovers that even Gabriel's rules have their exceptions when a baby is unexpectedly dropped into their lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
Note: I apologize if any of this comes across as saying that even the most adamantly childfree individual may change their minds. That was not the intention at all and, as I've said in the disclaimer, no offense was meant to anyone.
Gabriel doesn't like kids. Never has, never will. He's reminded Dean of this fact at least a dozen times since the baby showed up on their doorstep three days before, covered with a light blanket and buckled into one of those car seat carrier things. Dean had no idea where the baby could have come from or why her parents would just drop it off on a stranger's doorstep like this, but he'd taken the carrier inside so the baby could get warm while he looked over the note that someone - likely the mother - had pinned to the blanket.
I was just fired from my job and even with my boyfriend's pay, we can barely afford to take care of ourselves, let alone Miranda. I've seen you two around the neighborhood before and you seem like a very nice, loving couple. When you had visitors last week, the way you interacted with that little girl - your niece? - helped me make this decision. I don't want to abandon Miranda to the foster care system because I was raised in it myself and I've seen how horrible it can be. So I am asking - no, begging - you to please take care of my baby and to not come looking for me. She deserves a better life than what I can give her and after much prayer, I firmly believe that God would want you to be the ones to care for her.
There had also been an attached birth certificate, which had a hospital's address on it, and Gabriel had wanted to take the baby there, tell them that the parents had abandoned the baby because it wasn't their responsibility. But Dean had flat-out refused because, like it or not, his heart went out to Miranda's birth parents and his protective instincts were kicking in like crazy. That decision had resulted in Gabriel sulking for the next two days while Dean went around buying things for the baby and taking care of her in that awkward 'new dad' way that Gabriel kept insisting he did not find endearing. He'd even gone as far as sleeping on the couch when Dean had said that Miranda would have to sleep in their bed until he could get the nursery set up.
Which was exactly what Dean was trying to do now. It was his first day off from work at the local garage in a week, so he'd taken the time to make several trips around town buying up the things necessary for a proper nursery. Or at least, what he thought was proper based on his extremely fuzzy memories of the nursery where his mom had died so many years ago. A rocking chair had been the first item on Dean's 'must have' list and once that was in place, he'd left a very disgruntled Gabriel in charge of caring for Miranda while he went out to make another baby supply run.
This one took longer than he'd expected because he'd ended up at a paint store, completely lost as he tried to decide what color to paint the nursery. This was a 'chick thing', he was sure of it. Colors just did not matter to Dean as long as they didn't combine to make him look like an idiot who got dressed in his closet that morning. Even then, it was rare for him to make a conscious decision about what to wear. That said, picking out paint colors for a nursery, when the occupant probably wouldn't even care about the color of the walls, should have been easy as pie. But of course, Dean managed to find a way of making it difficult and he ended up having to ask for help from a woman who was walking around with her young daughter.
Two hours later and the Impala was loaded down with a kit for putting together a crib, the necessary amount of paint, brushes and a drop cloth, and some last-minute groceries Dean had remembered to pick up on the way home.
"Gabe, I'm home. How's Miranda doing," he called out, as he walked into the kitchen to put away the groceries. There was no response. "Gabe?"
Okay, that wasn't good. There weren't any notes saying that Gabriel had needed to take Miranda to the hospital because of an emergency, so Dean could rule that out, but after everything he'd been through with the Apocalypse, a part of him still worried that maybe demons had found them and taken Miranda and Gabriel. Heart pounding nervously, he stuffed the last of the groceries into their places, then hurried for the stairs, begging all the while for his worrying to be needless.
When he got to the nursery, the door was mostly closed, but he could hear a light snoring from inside and he wished then that his cell had a camera on it because he'd recognize that snore anywhere. Quietly, he nudged open the door and peeked inside, already half-knowing what he was going to find. A half-empty bottle of formula was lying on the floor as if it had fallen there and Gabriel was slumped down in the rocking chair with Miranda on his chest, a little blanket covering most of her body and Gabriel's arms curled around her protectively. Both of them were fast asleep.
Yeah, Gabriel didn't like kids and never would. But there was always an exception to every rule.
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Gabriel, Miranda (OFC)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: mild baby-related schmoop
Word Count: 908
Summary: Dean discovers that even Gabriel's rules have their exceptions when a baby is unexpectedly dropped into their lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
Note: I apologize if any of this comes across as saying that even the most adamantly childfree individual may change their minds. That was not the intention at all and, as I've said in the disclaimer, no offense was meant to anyone.
Gabriel doesn't like kids. Never has, never will. He's reminded Dean of this fact at least a dozen times since the baby showed up on their doorstep three days before, covered with a light blanket and buckled into one of those car seat carrier things. Dean had no idea where the baby could have come from or why her parents would just drop it off on a stranger's doorstep like this, but he'd taken the carrier inside so the baby could get warm while he looked over the note that someone - likely the mother - had pinned to the blanket.
I was just fired from my job and even with my boyfriend's pay, we can barely afford to take care of ourselves, let alone Miranda. I've seen you two around the neighborhood before and you seem like a very nice, loving couple. When you had visitors last week, the way you interacted with that little girl - your niece? - helped me make this decision. I don't want to abandon Miranda to the foster care system because I was raised in it myself and I've seen how horrible it can be. So I am asking - no, begging - you to please take care of my baby and to not come looking for me. She deserves a better life than what I can give her and after much prayer, I firmly believe that God would want you to be the ones to care for her.
There had also been an attached birth certificate, which had a hospital's address on it, and Gabriel had wanted to take the baby there, tell them that the parents had abandoned the baby because it wasn't their responsibility. But Dean had flat-out refused because, like it or not, his heart went out to Miranda's birth parents and his protective instincts were kicking in like crazy. That decision had resulted in Gabriel sulking for the next two days while Dean went around buying things for the baby and taking care of her in that awkward 'new dad' way that Gabriel kept insisting he did not find endearing. He'd even gone as far as sleeping on the couch when Dean had said that Miranda would have to sleep in their bed until he could get the nursery set up.
Which was exactly what Dean was trying to do now. It was his first day off from work at the local garage in a week, so he'd taken the time to make several trips around town buying up the things necessary for a proper nursery. Or at least, what he thought was proper based on his extremely fuzzy memories of the nursery where his mom had died so many years ago. A rocking chair had been the first item on Dean's 'must have' list and once that was in place, he'd left a very disgruntled Gabriel in charge of caring for Miranda while he went out to make another baby supply run.
This one took longer than he'd expected because he'd ended up at a paint store, completely lost as he tried to decide what color to paint the nursery. This was a 'chick thing', he was sure of it. Colors just did not matter to Dean as long as they didn't combine to make him look like an idiot who got dressed in his closet that morning. Even then, it was rare for him to make a conscious decision about what to wear. That said, picking out paint colors for a nursery, when the occupant probably wouldn't even care about the color of the walls, should have been easy as pie. But of course, Dean managed to find a way of making it difficult and he ended up having to ask for help from a woman who was walking around with her young daughter.
Two hours later and the Impala was loaded down with a kit for putting together a crib, the necessary amount of paint, brushes and a drop cloth, and some last-minute groceries Dean had remembered to pick up on the way home.
"Gabe, I'm home. How's Miranda doing," he called out, as he walked into the kitchen to put away the groceries. There was no response. "Gabe?"
Okay, that wasn't good. There weren't any notes saying that Gabriel had needed to take Miranda to the hospital because of an emergency, so Dean could rule that out, but after everything he'd been through with the Apocalypse, a part of him still worried that maybe demons had found them and taken Miranda and Gabriel. Heart pounding nervously, he stuffed the last of the groceries into their places, then hurried for the stairs, begging all the while for his worrying to be needless.
When he got to the nursery, the door was mostly closed, but he could hear a light snoring from inside and he wished then that his cell had a camera on it because he'd recognize that snore anywhere. Quietly, he nudged open the door and peeked inside, already half-knowing what he was going to find. A half-empty bottle of formula was lying on the floor as if it had fallen there and Gabriel was slumped down in the rocking chair with Miranda on his chest, a little blanket covering most of her body and Gabriel's arms curled around her protectively. Both of them were fast asleep.
Yeah, Gabriel didn't like kids and never would. But there was always an exception to every rule.