A/N: I'm back! And it's been awhile hasn't it? I didn't plan to take this long of a break, but it just seemed to happen. Thank you for all the lovely reviews you guys send me! For reference, this chapter takes place when Mary's about six/seven months pregnant. She definitely has a belly now. This story was actually inspired by something my youngest nephew said when he was younger. Babes' just say the darnedest things.

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Dean Winchester: 4 Year Old Chick Magnet

"Can I push the cart? I wanna push the cart," asked Dean excitedly.

Mary pulled the clunky, grey cart apart from the others and guided it away from the store's entrance. "You're too short to push the cart sweetheart. You can sit in it."

Dean crossed his arms. "But I'm a big boy now and big boys don't sit in the cart."

Mary put her purse in the seat were her four year old normally sat. "Are you sure? We might be here for a while and it's a big store. You might get tired."

He looked at the seat in deep thought for a few seconds before shaking his head vigorously. "Nope! I can walk."

Mary gave her son a wary look. "Okay. Are you excited to pick out stuff for baby Sammy's nursery?"

"Yeah! Can it be cars? I think Sammy would like cars."

"Your daddy and I already picked out a theme."

"Oh, what is it?"

"Baseball."

"Oh, what are we gettin' today?"

Mary pushed the cart towards the baby department and Dean trailed behind. "Well, we still have to get a few things even though we got quite a bit at the baby shower. He'll probably need a few more onesies, blankets and socks for sure. I thought you could pick out something for him too."

Dean's face brightened. "Really?"

Mary smiled. "Yes. Is there anything you really want to get him?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno." He walked closer to Mary and poked her stomach gently. "Hey Sammy. What'd ya want? There's lots of stuff here." Dean sprinted down towards the baby aisle that had toys and stuffed animals in it. "There's cars, and blocks, and lots and lots of animals, and these chunky sorta books and these chewy things-"

"Dean," Mary said gently.

"Yeah," he said as his wide eyes roamed over the contents of the aisle.

"Why don't you get Sammy a stuffed animal? He won't be able to play with those other toys until he's older. He won't be able to play with the stuffed animal in the beginning, but he will be able to play with it sooner than those other toys."

"Okay." He looked at the wall of stuffed animals, some big, some small. Some fuzzy, some fluffy. Some bright colors, while others matched the animals' natural appearance. Dean picked up a spotted dog and held it to Mary's stomach. "What about this one Sammy?" He placed his hand on Mary's stomach, but he didn't feel a kick so he took it as a no. He put it back and pulled a moose out instead. "What about this one? It has these really cool things on it," he said referring to the moose's antlers. He placed it next to Mary's stomach, but there was no response for it either.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

He looked up at his mother and put the moose back on the shelf. "It's how I talk to Sammy. If he kicks, then I bet he's really excited about it. Only he hasn't yet for any of the ones I've picked out." He pouted.

Mary ruffled her eldest boy's hair. "You'll find something. And if you don't today we can come back another time."

His pout deepened. "But I wanna get it today."

"Well then, why don't you try a few more," suggested Mary.

Dean kicked his foot against the floor. "Alright." He went back to the display and this time picked up a medium sized penguin. "What about this one Sammy?" This time when he placed it on top of Mary's belly he felt a kick against his small palm. Dean beamed and put the fuzzy animal into the cart. "This one."

Mary looked a bit confused. "A penguin?"

Dean nodded his head. "Yep. Let's go and get the other stuff!" He slipped under Mary's arms and between her belly and the cart to push it, but he was still too short.

"Still not happening sweetie. Maybe when after Sammy's born you'll be big enough to push it."

Dean frowned and moved away from the cart, but stuck to Mary's side as she pushed the cart down the aisle where baby clothes were kept. Dean kept himself entertained while Mary picked out other baby essentials by grabbing the push bar for the cart and swinging himself back and forth on it. When he swung forward the cart squeaked and when he swung backward the cart squealed. Dean's little sneakers rubbed against the tile flooring in the store and caused his momentum to stutter. As he picked up momentum the front tires of the cart rose just a bit, each time going just a bit higher. "Dean Winchester! What do you think you are doing?"

Dean came to an abrupt stop and let go of his grip, landing on his feet. He turned around and saw Mary clutching a baby bath towel and raised eyebrows. "I got bored."

Mary sighed and tossed the baby bath towel into the cart. "Dean, you can't do that to the cart. You might hurt it and yourself."

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Okay, but if you do it again, you're holding on to cart and you're not allowed to leave," warned Mary.

Dean nodded his head and pouted. "Okay."

Mary went back to looking at baby apparel and Dean started to get antsy. He was just so bored. When Mary was doing anything important Dean wasn't allowed to talk to Sammy. He didn't like it, but he understood. He didn't want to keep her from anything important, and shopping counted. Dean started to hum a song he heard when John took him in the Impala. He started to hum louder and tried to keep beat of the song on the cart, making a loud rattling sound. And before he knew it he was back to swinging on the cart. Mary turned around and raised an eyebrow towards her son. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her with wide eyes. "Dean, what did I tell you?"

"Ta not to."

She sighed and Dean glumly walked to the side of the cart and held on to the top of one of the sides. "I'm almost done sweetie and then we can leave." Dean sulked as he held on to the cart. It didn't take long before Mary put the rest of the baby supplies in the cart. "I think that's everything." She pushed the cart and Dean walked dutifully beside it, his grip still on the cart.

"Sammy," he said as he leaned his head back to be closer to Mary's stomach. "Whatever you do, don't swing on the cart."

Mary had to hide the laugh that was about to escape her lips. She was a bit sleep deprived and without knowing it Dean managed to both make her mad and smile.

"And if Mommy says she'll make you hold the cart she really means it."

The Winchesters arrived at the checkout were Dean unsuccessfully tried to help Mary put objects from the cart on to the conveyor belt. The saleswoman checking them out smiled at the young Winchester's antics. He looked over at her and grinned. "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my Mommy." He pointed to Mary's stomach. "And that's my baby brother Sammy." He tried again to help Mary, but she gently pushed his hands away.

The woman smiled. "You're going to make a good big brother."

"Yep!" He beamed. "I talk to him all the time to keep him company."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yeah!" He leaned in closer to Mary's stomach. "Sammy, the nice lady says that I'm going to make a good big brother."

The woman and Mary exchanged glances. "You have a very helpful son."

She sighed and smiled. "He can be some days." She looked at the total and pulled some cash out of her wallet. "But other days I have to put him down for a nap just so I walk without the fear I'm going to crash into him."

She chuckled and handed Mary back his change. "I bet they'll get along if Dean has anything to say about it."

Dean tried to pull a bag away from the bag distributor, but it was stuck. "He is like that." Mary reached down and unstuck it so her son could carry it.

"Thank you," said Dean with a wide grin.

The woman laughed and waved to him. "You're welcome."

Mary grabbed the last bag and pushed the cart back with the others before grabbing Dean's hand and exiting the store.

A/N: For those who wanted to know "Why a penguin?" In one of the nursery scenes there is a giant penguin behind Sam's head as he talks with Azazel. And if you guys want to keep me motivated drop me some prompts.