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likely_evil) wrote2009-11-19 10:44 pm
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The dangers of having a child had always been present in Sam's mind, long before Ruby had found out she was pregnant. When the reality of Michael coming into the world finally stuck in his head, Sam had done everything he could to make the nursery into a virtual fortress within a fortress. He was not going to let any demon near his son... except his mother, of course.
But Sam knew that there was going to be a danger. That six month birthday was the keystone. He had done so much research into baby development and why six months was so important in the plan that Azazel had once had. He learned that it was around that time in a baby's development that they started to show independent thoughts and actions.
The medics couldn't confirm if Michael was fully human or a half-blood like this father. Mutters of his son being an anti-christ were looked at with angry eyes from his father and harsh words from both parents. Their son was a perfect, innocent child and anyone who had an issue with his existence was given the offer to leave.
So as the day came, Sam worried that someone would slip through. A demon ally who had turned traitor - there were many times he had ended up attacked within his own walls - or worse, a human who wanted to make Michael into a weapon against this peace. He wasn't going to let his child be turned into a pawn in this war.
All of this led to Sam fortifying the nursery on the night before Michael hit that milestone. There was a salt line across the door and Sam sat in the rocking chair as the baby slept, a shotgun in his lap as he read a book. There was a coffee maker in the room, and Sam kept himself up.
Ruby stood on the other side of the line, waiting for Sam to break it and muttering about being insulted in not even allowed to have free access to her own child's room. The night leading to Michael's birthday passed, and still Sam kept up his guard through the day and until it was time to put the baby to bed again.
"Alright, that's it. Sam, let me in," Ruby said at three a.m., arms crossed in front of the doorway. Michael was crying, hungry and wanting his mommy.
"Just tonight, Ruby. Then it's done." But he was good and walked over, breaking the line.
Ruby pushed past him, moving Sam out of her way as she went to the crib. "Come on, sweetie. You're daddy is an overprotective idiot." Without a word, she turned and carried the baby out of the nursery and over the line Sam had yet to fix.
"Wait, Ruby!"
She turned to look at Sam, pulling a bottle out of her robe pocket and giving it to their son. "You want to play watchdog, Sam? Fine. But I'm going to bed, and Michael's coming with me. Set up your stakeout in the bedroom."
He hesitated a moment, a bit thrown and also going about forty hours now without sleep. He was about to voice his complaints, but Ruby had already turned her attention back to the baby and walked into bedroom. So he just sighed and grabbed his shotgun, turned off the coffeemaker and grabbed the bag of salt from the table.
He salted the corridor leading to the bedroom and master bath - Ruby would probably appreciate having access to the bathroom - and then walked into the bedroom. She was laying on the bed, reading a magazine while Michael was swaddled and nestled between a bunch of pillows and lazily drinking from the bottle.
"I just want him to be safe, Ruby."
"You don't want him getting hurt like you did, Sam," Ruby pointed out. "Michael's safe, and even if he ends up with demon blood in his system, Sam, that's not a guarantee that he will turn into an evil thing against you."
"I don't want him to go through everything I did." He leaned the shotgun against the nightstand before slipping into bed.
"If you haven't looked in the mirror lately, Sam, you might forget that you happen to be a great man. And that is because of everything that you've gone through and grown from." Ruby put her magazine down and leaned across the bed to kiss Sam's forehead.
"Still doesn't mean I want Michael to be like me. He's going to be a better man."
Ruby chuckled. "If Michael is half the man you are, he's going to be a great man."
They looked down at the infant who had fallen asleep between them, his lips moving as he continued to suck an imaginary bottle. Sam smiled, his hand running along Michael's cheek. "I still can't believe he's here."
"And he's going to be here for a long time, Sam. Now why don't you take a cue from him and get some sleep."
"But..."
"I'm a demon, Sam. Remember? I know my own kind, and I don't need to sleep. You do. I'll watch over both of you until the sun rises, and then maybe I'll even make you breakfast. If you're lucky."
He looked at the doorway, then nodded and stretched out on the bed. "Maybe just for a few hours..."
Ruby shook her head and went back to reading her magazine. Twenty minutes later she looked over at Sam, seeing him out cold with an arm cupping Michael's pillow basket protectively. She smiled to herself, then kissed both their foreheads and pulled the blanket up to cover them before moving to sit on the chaise and start her next magazine.
But Sam knew that there was going to be a danger. That six month birthday was the keystone. He had done so much research into baby development and why six months was so important in the plan that Azazel had once had. He learned that it was around that time in a baby's development that they started to show independent thoughts and actions.
The medics couldn't confirm if Michael was fully human or a half-blood like this father. Mutters of his son being an anti-christ were looked at with angry eyes from his father and harsh words from both parents. Their son was a perfect, innocent child and anyone who had an issue with his existence was given the offer to leave.
So as the day came, Sam worried that someone would slip through. A demon ally who had turned traitor - there were many times he had ended up attacked within his own walls - or worse, a human who wanted to make Michael into a weapon against this peace. He wasn't going to let his child be turned into a pawn in this war.
All of this led to Sam fortifying the nursery on the night before Michael hit that milestone. There was a salt line across the door and Sam sat in the rocking chair as the baby slept, a shotgun in his lap as he read a book. There was a coffee maker in the room, and Sam kept himself up.
Ruby stood on the other side of the line, waiting for Sam to break it and muttering about being insulted in not even allowed to have free access to her own child's room. The night leading to Michael's birthday passed, and still Sam kept up his guard through the day and until it was time to put the baby to bed again.
"Alright, that's it. Sam, let me in," Ruby said at three a.m., arms crossed in front of the doorway. Michael was crying, hungry and wanting his mommy.
"Just tonight, Ruby. Then it's done." But he was good and walked over, breaking the line.
Ruby pushed past him, moving Sam out of her way as she went to the crib. "Come on, sweetie. You're daddy is an overprotective idiot." Without a word, she turned and carried the baby out of the nursery and over the line Sam had yet to fix.
"Wait, Ruby!"
She turned to look at Sam, pulling a bottle out of her robe pocket and giving it to their son. "You want to play watchdog, Sam? Fine. But I'm going to bed, and Michael's coming with me. Set up your stakeout in the bedroom."
He hesitated a moment, a bit thrown and also going about forty hours now without sleep. He was about to voice his complaints, but Ruby had already turned her attention back to the baby and walked into bedroom. So he just sighed and grabbed his shotgun, turned off the coffeemaker and grabbed the bag of salt from the table.
He salted the corridor leading to the bedroom and master bath - Ruby would probably appreciate having access to the bathroom - and then walked into the bedroom. She was laying on the bed, reading a magazine while Michael was swaddled and nestled between a bunch of pillows and lazily drinking from the bottle.
"I just want him to be safe, Ruby."
"You don't want him getting hurt like you did, Sam," Ruby pointed out. "Michael's safe, and even if he ends up with demon blood in his system, Sam, that's not a guarantee that he will turn into an evil thing against you."
"I don't want him to go through everything I did." He leaned the shotgun against the nightstand before slipping into bed.
"If you haven't looked in the mirror lately, Sam, you might forget that you happen to be a great man. And that is because of everything that you've gone through and grown from." Ruby put her magazine down and leaned across the bed to kiss Sam's forehead.
"Still doesn't mean I want Michael to be like me. He's going to be a better man."
Ruby chuckled. "If Michael is half the man you are, he's going to be a great man."
They looked down at the infant who had fallen asleep between them, his lips moving as he continued to suck an imaginary bottle. Sam smiled, his hand running along Michael's cheek. "I still can't believe he's here."
"And he's going to be here for a long time, Sam. Now why don't you take a cue from him and get some sleep."
"But..."
"I'm a demon, Sam. Remember? I know my own kind, and I don't need to sleep. You do. I'll watch over both of you until the sun rises, and then maybe I'll even make you breakfast. If you're lucky."
He looked at the doorway, then nodded and stretched out on the bed. "Maybe just for a few hours..."
Ruby shook her head and went back to reading her magazine. Twenty minutes later she looked over at Sam, seeing him out cold with an arm cupping Michael's pillow basket protectively. She smiled to herself, then kissed both their foreheads and pulled the blanket up to cover them before moving to sit on the chaise and start her next magazine.