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Baby Brother Now

Dean sobbed and sucked his thumb, rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away. He knew Daddy and Cas were worried about him, but he wasn't coming out, not yet.
 
Seeing a green-clad foot poked curiously from a nearby corner. Crouching down, the pair waited patiently for their little one to want to come out. Their hearts ached at the fact that Dean was upset at himself; they had made him feel that way. If only they were a bit gentler...
 
Dean sat there for a while until he finally got up the urge to see his Daddies. Placing one hand on the floor, Dean slowly crawled out from the corner and into his Daddies arms, whining sadly.
 
Each of the men holding their little, loved one, Sam kissed Dean's soft hair, "We're sorry, Deanie. Me and Cas were a bit harsh on you. But we love you so much, buddy. More than anything."


Silently agreeing, the angel ran his finger's through the green-eyed little one and pressed a feather-light kiss against his hairline.
 
Dean smiled softly, and grabbed onto Sam's shirt and Cas' trenchcoat, drooling slightly, as he lets out a small fart and starts to mess his diaper, filling it completely.
 
Picking up Dean, Sam changed him, blowing kisses at him and doing raspberries on his tummy.


"Getting tired?" the taller cooed.
 
Dean yawned and cooed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He was getting ready for bed. He had had a long day and needed his rest.
 
Carrying his brother into his crib, both men kissed their little one's cheek before turning off the lights, then activating the night light, covering the room in only semi-darkness. Shutting the door quietly behind them, the pair smiled.


But the angel's smile turned into a frown, "I must go, Sam. But I should return sometime soon."


A bit disappointed, Sam nodded, "Yeah, but thanks for coming, Cas. We both missed you." Hugging the shorter, Sam sighed and felt kinda cheesy almost. But he would miss the blue-eyed man.


Vanishing before his human emotions got the better of him, the sound of wings were the only indication that the angel was ever there.
 
Dean sucked his thumb softly as he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, feeling safe inside his warm, comfy crib. He could rest assurred, knowing that Sam wouldn't let anything bad get to him.
 
The next morning, while the taller fed Dean breakfast, Sam wondered what they could do today.


Best deciding to ask his little one, the shaggy-haired man smiled, "So, Deanie. Whatda ya want to do today?"
 
Dean babbled and patted his hands against the highchair tray, giggling softly, as he let out a soft fart, and wriggled his bottom happily.
 
Breathing a laugh at his baby's antics, Sam ruffled his hair before offering, "Wanna go shopping, buddy? We need some more supplies and maybe you can get a new toy, if you're good."
 
Dean cooed and made grabby hands at Sam, wanting to be picked up. The sound of getting a new toy was an offer he couldn't refuse. Maybe he'd get to pick out a stuffed animal to cuddle with.
 
Lifting up his brother, the younger pressed butterfly kisses along Dean's face, before changing him into a new outfit of denim shortalls, a green shirt, along with a new diaper, socks, and shoes.


Putting his hands on his hips, Sam smiled, "Ready to go, baby?"
 
Dean nodded and cooed, wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and holding onto him, nuzzling against him affectionately, as he was carried out to the Impala and put in his carseat.
 
Buckling his baby in his carseat, Sam shut the passenger door before hurriedly going into his own driver's seat. Reaching over and patting Dean's knee, the younger started up the car and began the journey to the adult baby store. It wouldn't be too long, a half hour at most. Turning on the radio, Sam tapped his fingers to the music, occasionally sneaking an affectionate glance at the little one behind him.
 
About halfway there, Dean started squirming in his carseat. He needed to go, but was trying to hold it, until they got to the store, where Sam could change him. But it was a losing battle. Dean whimpered as he started to loudly mess his diaper, smelling up the car.
 
Giving the older a sympathetic look, Sam pulled over into a small rest area on the side of the road, and went to his baby's seat. Opening the door and seeing a frowning and upset little one, Sam unbuckled him, grabbed the diaper bag, and went to the bathrooms of the rest area.


"Hey, it's okay. I know you tried to hold it, but sometimes babies just have accidents," the taller soothed, rubbing Dean's tummy and changing him, the Winchester continued, "Now, let's get back on the road."
 
Dean was still frowning, though. He felt really bad, making Sam have to pull over and spend time changing him, when he could've held it a bit longer. He hated himself, for ever being a burden on Sam, or for making messes, fussing and getting dirty. He wishes he were a better baby, Sammy deserved a good one.
 
"Don't feel bad, Deanie. I don't mind having to do this. I take care of you, that's my job and I love it," Sam soothed, knowing that the older probably detested himself for this. But there was nothing wrong. The taller loved to take care of his brother, it felt like a payment of sorts for the times of their "childhood" so to speak. And Dean deserved all the love and attention he could receive.
 
Dean looked up at Sam and sniffled, wrapping his arms around him, and gripping the back of his shirt tightly in his fists. Sam somehow knew just what to say to make him feel better.
 
They remained like that for a while, before Sam pulled a bit away from his brother and smiled, "Let's get back on the road, buddy. We still have to go shopping." Buckling the older in his carseat, adding a few extra kisses on top, the shopping trip continued.
 
Dean eventually fell asleep in his carseat, his head rolled to the side, drool dribbling out of his mouth and onto the front of his outfit. One hand was curled around a carseat strap, and the other was at rest.
 
Arriving at the store, Sam parked the Impala and started to wake his baby up, "Hey...Deanie, we're here."
 

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