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Baby Brother Now

Laughing, Sam shook his head, "Weirdo. You like that squishy diaper, huh?" he teased, pressing butterfly kisses on his baby's tummy.
 
Dean frowned a bit when heard his brother call him a weirdo. He knew he was just joking, but it still hurt his feelings.
 
Seeing the tiny frown on Dean's face, Sam immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry, Deanie. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," the younger mourned, holding his baby tighter.
 
Heart breaking, Sam closed his eyes and rubbed Dean's back, whispering words of comfort and apology. Leave it to Sam Winchester to screw it all up, the taller told himself. While the brothers held one another, Castiel narrowed his eyes protectively at those who were watching them with scowls on their faces or quizzical expressions.


"Daddy's so sorry, baby. I shouldn't 've said that," Sam murmured.
 
Dean slowly started to calm down, hiccupping softly, against Sam's shoulder, and drooling a bit. However, he didn't really wanna go back in the water, anymore.
 
"Wanna go home, buddy?" Sam asked quietly, still holding his little one in his arms. Guilt weighed heavily on the taller's shoulders.
 
Dean nodded as he nuzzled against Sam, smacking his lips a little as he closed his eyes, trying to keep the sun out of them.
 
Carrying his brother, Sam gave a sad smile to Castiel, telling him that they were going to leave. Getting their stuff together, and packing it all into the Impala, they set for home.


The angel placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, "You did nothing wrong, Sam. It was just a misplaced word. Dean will be fine."


Sighing, the taller nodded, "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Cas."
 
Dean relaxed in his carseat, looking out the window at the scenery passing by quickly. He was glad that he got to go swimming with Daddy and Uncle Cas, but he'd actually much rather be at home, where no one made rude comments about him, or looked at him like he was a freak.
 
Parking in front of their house, Sam unbuckled Dean from his carseat while Cas brought the toys from the car back inside. Changing Dean out of his swimming trunks and into a comfortable onesie, the younger pressed fond kisses along his baby's face and cheeks, hoping to make up for earlier.
 
Dean smiled softly, and gurgled up at Sam, wiggling around, happy to be in a soft outfit and a clean diaper. He felt a lot better, now that they were in the comfort of their home.
 
"I love you, Deanie." the younger cooed, picking up the older and bringing him to the couch for some needed cuddles. Grabbing Dean's bunny, the two settled themselves on the couch before Castiel joined them.
 
Dean leaned against Sam and whined softly, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking on it gently, as he wrapped his arms around his bunny.
 
"Need to come up a name for him soon," Sam mindlessly murmured into the open air, directed towards no one. As the three huddled together in the sereneness and comfort of the couch.


(Skip to another day, maybe?)
 
(sure)


The next day, Dean is sitting on the floor, playing with the washable finger paints that Sam bought him, smearing them around on a peice of posterboard.
 
Watching his little one play with his finger paints, Sam read a book while Cas kept an eye on Dean. Of course, nothing could really go wrong with finger painting, but it's always good to keep an eye on an infant with an adult body.


"How is your painting going, Dean?" the angel asked, sitting himself down beside his nephew.
 
Dean giggled and tapped Cas' nose with his finger, getting paint on the angel's face, giggling softly, and blushing. He hoped that Cas wouldn't be mad at him.
 
Feeling still a bit comical and light from yesterday, the angel crossed his blue eyes, seeing the dab of paint on his nose, and smiled.
 
Looking up from the pages of his book, Sam smiled softly at Dean and Castiel. It was a nice sight to see the angel unwind and not always be the serious, towering angel of the Lord. Instead, he was a fun guy who was awkward but kind.


"What are you painting, Dean? Besides myself," Cas asked, interested.
 
Dean babbled and pointed to the door, meaning that he was painting a picture of their house, but it just looked like smears of all colors of paint.
 
Smiling, the blue-eyed man nodded, "It looks great so far, little one. Want anyone to help? Or do this on your own?"
 
Dean looked up at Cas and frowned. He wanted help, but he just didn't know how to let Cas know. Being a baby was so frustrating sometimes. Especially the whole, "not talking" part. That stunk.
 
Sensing his nephew's frustration, Cas pointed to certain parts of the painting or objects, asking "With this?" until he either got a nod or shake of the head. Since Dean couldn't talk, it was a bit harder to sometimes understand what the little one wanted.
 
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