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Baby Brother Now

"Alright, Dean. Let us get you cleaned," the angel rumbled before placing Dean in the tub, making the bubbles move around. Using a bath mitt that looked like an elephant, Castiel started to wash dinner's mess from his nephew.
 
Dean giggled and smiled, the bath mitt tickling his bare skin, especially his tummy. He loved it whenever Cas washed him, because he had a special way that even Sammy couldn't match.
 
Luckily they were done washing Dean, so taking their giggling baby out of the water and drying him with a fluffy towel, before dressing him in a green onesie with sweatpants. Carrying his brother to the nursery, Sam hummed Hey Jude, before placing the older in his crib along with his bunny and a pacifier.


"Goodnight, Deanie," Sam murmured softly as he pressed a kiss against his brother's forehead while Cas did the same.
 
The next morning, with the weather a thousand times better than yesterday, the three were using the swing set Sam had set up a while ago. Large enough to accommodate to a fully grown-man's body, it was perfect for Dean, with a slide and comfy swings.
 
Dean squealed and giggled, as Cas was pushing him on one of the swings, reminiscing his time at the park, where Cas went down a slide for the first time.
 
"Someone's having fun," Sam commented as he watched Castiel push Dean on the swings. It was an adorable scene, to say the least, his baby's squeals and giggles of delight some of the best sounds the taller had ever heard.


Keeping a steady rhythm, occasionally increasing the power of his pushes, the angel smiled to himself, enjoying his time with the Winchesters.
 
Once the swings grew a bit boring, Sam watched as Dean crawled his way to the slide, booties growing a bit wet from the damp grass. The taller brother had known how much his brother loved the slide at the park, and made sure to get one just like it.
 
Dean sat at the bottom of the slide and patted the mat, letting Daddy and Uncle Cas know that he wanted to play on that now.
 
Scooping up his baby, and bringing him to the top of the slide, Sam held his brother close before pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. Going down the slide, Sam felt warmth surge through him, he couldn't have asked for a better day.
 
"Wanna go again, sweetheart?" Sam asked, craning his head forward and pressing kisses along his baby's cheek.
 
Dean nodded, giggling slightly at getting to go down the slide with Daddy again. Maybe they could watch a movie again, later.
 
After going down the slide a few times, the three headed back into the house to relax for a while. Popping a movie into the player, they settled down on the couch.


Feeling particularly affectionate, Sam pressed a raspberry against Dean's cheek and murmured, "Love you, Deanie."
 
Dean smiled and giggled, squirming in place, making his diaper crinkle. Dean loved the diaper that Daddy had put on him today, as it was much thicker and softer and made extra-loud crinkles whenever he moved. There was nothing wrong with a little extra padding.
 
Glad that he had put that thicker diaper on his brother, who seemed to love it, judging by the crinkles he was making.


The movie they were watching wasn't anything special, just cartoons really, but Dean seemed to like it, and that's all that mattered.
 
Dean smiled and leaned against Sam, enjoying the closeness of the two that cared for him, was the best feeling in the world.
 
Halfway through the movie, all three of them had managed to doze off, the closeness and warmth from their bodies an immediate sleep-remedy.
 
Dean woke up about two hours later, his diaper warm and heavy, and smelly. He squirmed, feeling his mess squishing against him, giggling softly. He crawled off the couch and went to the nursery, pulling out some toys and playing with them, enjoying his very full diaper.
 
Still sleeping, Sam and Castiel unconsciously moved closer together, snoring softly and not hearing anything.
 
After a while, Dean started to get lonely, so he crawled back into the living room, and climbed up onto the couch, poking Sam and Cas, trying to wake them up.
 
Feeling someone poking them, both men started to stir, albeit groggy and bleary from their sleeping.


Rubbing his eyes and fixing the wayward strands of his hair, Sam yawned, "Sorry, Deanie. Didn't mean to sleep for so long."
 

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