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I'm bored. And I also did it for Dean and Flack.

Leave a comment and I will come up with your muse's and my muse's kid. I'm equal opportunity -- adoption counts just as much as organically produced babies (or even surrugacy!). Of course, this is just for fun's sake only, so none of these kids are actually binding to anything. If your muse is in a 'verse with mine, feel free to request a kid from that 'verse if you wish! (Again, the kid isn't binding to anything in those 'verses.)

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Michael, wayward!Adam.

And for the crack choice, Larry.

Michael and Bela really weren't the marrying types. They weren't planning on having a family either, but it happened, as most things do. After narrowly avoiding being shot by the woman he'd knocked up for nine months, Michael and Bela welcomed a bouncing baby girl into the world, and Bela insisted that Michael get an actual apartment.

Her name was Deanna. Bela wouldn't say anything about why she named her what she did, but it was obvious that it meant something to her, so Michael didn't push. Bela basically spoiled her rotten, trying to raise her daughter as best she could, and did her best to keep her safe, which included both self-protection from real people as well as demons and spirits. Given Bela's work, those situations came up often and she tried to keep her daughter as safe as possible.

Deanna grew up in Miami and found her way to the MDPD. She quickly worked her way through the ranks and worked out most of her career as a homicide detective. She did her best to help everyone she could, but she was still slippery in the sense that she knew how to talk people into giving her what she wanted, whether it be information or a confession.

"I don't know if I can do this, Larry," she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself as she watched the little boy playing in the living room. His name was Kenneth Cole, and he had been left to her by an old friend. "I'm not ready to take care of a child."

"You'll be fine," Larry replied, coming up behind her and sliding an arm around her shoulders. "After a while, it's like riding a bike."

She sighed heavily, before leaning in to him an resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never really been very good at bike riding."

"Well, maybe we should work on that," he smirked. "He's really not such a bad kid. He's just -- a kid."

"A kid. Right." She paused for a moment, before looking up at him. "Would you mind if we stayed here for a bit? Just until I get -- used to things?"

"Of course," Larry said with a nod. "You know you're welcome here whenever you need to be."

"Thank you," Bela said softly, before looking over at the small blond boy again, closing her eyes. She was worried, for more reasons than one, but hopefully she would be able to do this -- and do better than her own parents.

For the time being, that was all she could ask.

"He's so small."

Bela looked back at him over her shoulder as she tucked the small body in to the couch. His name was Jamie, and he was the son of someone who used to live in Bela's building. Used to, because with the Pulse she had gotten run out to the streets, but she still wanted someone to take care of her son. She asked Bela, and Bela accepted, leaving the tiny boy on her couch until she could put together a suitable room.

"He is only four," Bela replied as she pushed herself up. "They tend to be small then."

Adam nodded, watching him for a moment, before turning to follow her as she headed back into the kitchen. "Why are you taking him in? It could be dangerous for him."

"If I don't, he sleeps on the streets," Bela replied, moving to pour herself a glass of wine. "Who knows what's out there."

He continued to watch her for a moment, before shrugging. "I don't see why you care. He's just a child. He doesn't have any real attachment to you."

"That's it, Adam," she replied softly. "He's just a child. He doesn't deserve to hate the world just yet."

...I have no idea why I'm commenting. For laughs, I guess.

Jackson Wallace was the son of a good friend of both Lana and Bela's, who was left in both their charge when said friend died, leaving the child with no family. Both women had no idea how to work with this arrangement, as Lana was in Smallville and Bela was -- lots of places, mainly New York. Given Bela's business dealings, they decided that Lana's would be the safest place for him to live, with Bela coming in to visit when she was available to.

Lana and Bela do not get along. At all. Lana highly disapproves of Bela's choice of depression, and Bela just finds the other woman annoyingly self-righteous, but they manage to put on a friendly face for their son. Bela believes that Lana owes her, however, because without Bela's help, Lana would have never met Sam, despite the fact that Sam coming into Lana's life began with him shooting at Bela.

He missed, but it happened.

Despite the fact that Bela was a bitch to most of the other people she talked to, she was always good with Jackson. She had a soft spot for kids and she tried to be the best mother she could be to him, even if it didn't always seem like it. Jackson grew up to be a smart and crafty kid, but he put his crafty skills to good use, becoming a teacher at one of the local schools, teaching history.

Me likey. :D

we know Sam's... so I say go for crack x2

Bobby and Ben.

"Cradle Robber."

Bela glanced at Dean over her shoulder as she watched Ben play with their son, Adam. She still wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten to this place, but she was happy. Ben -- was different than his father, which was good news for her, uncomfortable news for Dean. She raised an eyebrow in the other man's direction, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Says the man who won't look twice at a woman under the age of twenty-five."

Dean rolled his eyes at that. "Hey. I'm not havin' kids with 'em."

"That you know of," Bela replied, before making her way over to where the two of them were sitting. Adam was wearing a bright smile and a shaggy mess of light brown hair, and giggling as he watched TV with his father. As Bela settled into one of the chairs next to them, Ben glanced over at her.

"Dad still freaked out?"

"Yes," Bela sighed. "Can't say I blame him really, but what can you do?"

"Not much you can do when your arch nemesis is the mother of your grandson."

Bela had a feeling it had to do more with the idea that Bela had come on to Dean, once upon a time, but she wasn't going to mention that to Ben right then. "No, I guess not."

Ben nodded for a minute. "So long as I don't have to worry about him shooting you anytime soon."

"No," Bela said, a bright smile crossing her face as Adam crawled across his father and into her lap. "I don't think that's something we have to worry about."

*must not make a verse... must not make a verse...*

Oh, no. You'd break Dean's brain.

I KNOW ~~which is why it would be WRONG but FUN~~

Bela Talbot showing up at his front door with a little girl holding her hand wasn't exactly the way Bobby had intended on spending his day. She knew that much. But she didn't know where else to go -- she wasn't capable of taking care of a child when she was human, and that certainly wasn't changing now. Bobby was at least -- somewhat more capable.

The look he was giving her wasn't helping though. "What?"

"I -- I didn't know where else to go."

Bobby stared at her for a moment, before looking down at the kid. Red hair and big green eyes looking up at him expectantly as she did. "Who's that?"

"Her name's Alyssa," Bela said softly. "She's somehow -- found her way into my care, and I don't know what to do with her at the moment, so I was hoping you could help." She paused for a moment, before adding a "Please" for good measure.

Bobby scowled at her for a moment, before moving the door back. "Get in here. You're sitting ducks on the porch."

Bela gave him a small smile, before following his lead inside. She led Alyssa over to one of the couches, sitting her down, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"What do you need help with, exactly?" Bobby asked.

"I've run into some trouble with a few demons I happened to piss off. I don't want her to get hurt, just -- keep an eye on her for a little bit while I take care of it?"

Bobby frowned slightly, before nodding. "Just make it quick."

Bela gave him a thankful smile, before disappearing from the room. Bobby turned back after a minute, looking at the tiny red-head girl on the couch. She just looked up at him with wide green eyes, and it was only a few moments before he caved.

"Aww, hell," he sighed. "C'mon, kid. Lemme get you something to eat."

For the LOLs, and I miss you, Dean.

When Bela found out that Dean had gotten her pregnant? She shot him.

Nowhere vital because she didn't want him dying on her because she sure as hell wasn't doing this on her own, but she wasn't exactly pleased with having a permanent connection to Dean Winchester either. It had been a small, uncomfortable lapse in judgment, one she had been trying to forget about, but apparently she was being gifted with a permanent reminder. Damn Winchester sperm.

She didn't hate Dean enough to give the child up for adoption, however, and so thus began Dean and Bela awkward attempt at parenthood. They did their best to make nice in front of their kid, but they never liked each other before, and a kid didn't exactly change anything.

The kid in question was a boy named John, after his father. Johnny grew up to have his father's smart mouth, but he was smart and crafty like his mother. However, unlike both of them, he managed to work his way away from a life of crime or psuedo-crime, and went to business school, moving on to work on Wall Street.

While John was given a mostly normal life, he still had a bit of a foot in the hunter world. Both the Winchesters and Bela taught him how to protect himself from the supernatural, but he was discreet about it, not wanting to call any attention to himself. He definitely wasn't fond of hunting however, too accustomed to Bela's lifestyle.

And because you asked. (http://notawarrior.livejournal.com/9899.html)

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