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Baby Brother Now

Dean looked up at Sam, and gave him a sad look, poking out his bottom lip, tryng to guilt trip him into helping them with their painting.
 
Rolling his eyes at his brother, Sam smiled and put his book down, walking over to where Dean and Cas sat around the unfinished painting. Sitting down on the floor, grabbing Dean's bunny and putting it next to him, to make a square of bodies around the posterboard.


"Alright, baby. What's Daddy gonna help you with?"
 
Dean babbled, and picked up a little tub of green paint, handing it to Sam with a smile. "...Gwass.....tee....babah...." He babbles.
 
Smile growing bigger, the shaggy-haired man praised his brother, "Good words, Deanie." Taking the green paint, Sam started to paint grass and tall tree like the one in their yard, just like Dean wanted.


Wondering if Dean could talk/babble like that to him, the angel asked the same thing, "What should I help with?"
 
Smiling and nodding at the direction, Cas grabbed a little tub of white and blue paint before he started to make the sky and some puffy clouds.
 
Seeing his nephew watch his painting curiously, Cas quickly swiped a streak of blue paint across Dean's cheek, before hastily returning to his sky, as if nothing happened.


Witnessing the event, Sam smiled, before looking away.
 
With a few finger strokes and dabs of paint: it was done. It looked wonderful, being at first smears of color, and coming together to look like a good rendition of their house. A nice, blue sky and trees standing tall. Both Sam and Cas prided themselves.


"Looks good, you guys," the taller commented, adding a few finishing touches on the grass below.


"All with the help of our little one," the angel rumbled.
 
Grinning at their baby's clapping, the two adults waited for the paint to dry some more. Then the taller mentioned, "But before we hang it up, Deanie. You gotta sign it, or else it's not a completed work of art." Winking at Castiel, who in return looked on fondly.
 
Dean coated his hands in yellow and purple paint, then, made two handprints at the bottom of the painting, smiling proudly at his masterpeice.
 
Once they had waited a few moments for the paint to dry, Sam hung up the painting on the wall above their couch, in a place of pride. Smiling warmly at both the painting and the little one who made most of it, the taller scooped his colorful little one before murmuring, "You're gonna need a quick bath, buddy, before we eat. Okay?"
 
Dean nodded. He was ready, this time. Baths were no longer a problem, for him. He was a strong, bravē baby boy, who was gonna be tough for Daddy and Uncle Cas.
 
"My brave boy," Sam overly-fondly murmured, before carrying his brother to the bathroom and undressing him. Cas, who was in charge of setting up the bath, filled the tub with warm water, then later some bubble bath and toys for extra fun.
 
Dean blushed as he sat there, holding a towel in front of him, to keep covered, even though both men had seen it all before. He was a bit nervous about the bath, but he didn't let Daddy see.
 
Pressing butterfly kisses along his baby's cheek, Sam set him in the tub, letting Dean play with his toys while the taller scrubbed the paint away with a bath mitt.
 
Dean giggled and cooed, picking up a rubber duck and dunking it under the water, gasping in surprise when it came back up.
 
Heart melting at his brother's surprised gasp, Sam laughed, "I think that Mr. Duckie likes to stay up here." Finishing washing the paint from Dean's body, the taller appointed Cas to hair washing duty.


Grabbing a cup full of water, and placing a cloth over Dean's eyes to prevent soap from getting into them, the angel quickly lathered the shampoo into the dark blonde hair, then rinsing it away.
 
Dean whined a little, but it wasn't because of the bath, it was because he had lost Mr. Duckie under a pile of bubbles, and he wanted to play with him some more. " 'Uck...'uck!" Dean whined, trying to fimd the little yellow duck.
 
Searching under the piles of bubbles, Sam eventually found Mr. Duckie, and handed it to Dean, "Here you go, baby."
 
Taking the duck in his hand, Dean started to smile, moving the duck along the top of the water and babbling nonsensical words, as he played happily with the toy.
 
After a while, once the water started to cool, Sam pulled his baby out of the tub. Then drying him off with a fluffy towel, murmuring praise at how well Dean was during his bath. Dressing his brother in a pair of cozy footie pajamas, Sam picked his brother up, and on the way to the kitchen, grabbed the older's bunny friend.
 
Dean grinned and hugged his bunny close to his chest, gently sucking on the pacifier placed in his mouth, whimpering when his tummy rumbled, demanding food.
 

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