-CHAPTER SEVEN-

When Sam got to the bunker, the first thing he did was lock all of the doors and windows, just as Dean reminded him.

Sam sat down at the table and opened his laptop. "Let's see if I can find anything about this witch…" he muttered to himself.

He searched for ten minutes without coming across anything. MaryJo then started to fuss softly.

Sam didn't notice and continued to browse the web.

MaryJo's fussing got louder and eventually turned into screams.

Sam pushed his laptop away and jumped up.

"Nononono, MaryJo. Don't cry, pleaaaase don't cry." Sam begged.

MaryJo continued to wail. Sam desperately searched for a way to quiet MaryJo.

He noticed a half-drunk bottle of beer on the table, presumably left there by Dean. How Dean didn't manage to finish a beer, Sam didn't know.

Sam remembered once when Dean gave the shape-shifter baby alcohol to soothe it.

"I wonder if that would work…after all, MaryJo is a Winchester…"

Sam reached over and grabbed the bottle. He got a little bit of beer onto his finger and stuck his finger in the wide open mouth of screaming MaryJo.

MaryJo stopped screaming long enough to stare curiously up at Sam, but then she coughed, spit up onto Sam's lap and started crying again.

"Ugh," Sam exclaimed, jumping up. "I shouldn't have followed Dean's way. It rarely ever works."

MaryJo continued to shriek, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks.

Sam struggled to calm the crying baby. He attempted to feed her but she just spit it up. He checked her diaper, tried playing with her and tried to make her sleep but it was to no avail.

After a while Sam was just pacing through the bunker, with MaryJo still shrieking.

Sam was exasperated. He dropped himself into a chair and sat MaryJo on the table in front of him.

Sam gave MaryJo a pen to play with, hoping it would make her shut up.

(It didn't.)

MaryJo threw the pen and it hit Sam square in the eyeball.

"Holy mother of sh-" Sam yelled in pain, his hands flying to his eye.

MaryJo started laughing.

"Glad my extreme pain brings you joy, kid."

MaryJo was still laughing. It was a nice change from the loud screaming and crying that was happening just five minutes ago.

Sam laughed too, until he remembered what happens when MaryJo laughs too much.

"Crap, please don't explode again…" He whispered, tense.

MaryJo's laughter quieted, and finally stopped. She yawned and rubbed her eye with a tiny fist.

"Maybe you'll fall asleep now?" Sam hoped.

He took MaryJo into his arms and started rocking her slowly. Her eyelids fluttered, and eventually shut completely.

The steady, heavy breathing coming from her tiny body indicated that she was sound asleep.

Sam heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank Chuck...maybe now I can finally get some work done around here."