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Baby Brother Now

Dean gurgled, and patted Sam's face, letting out a happy giggle. He truly loved his brother, who was becoming more like a Daddy to him.
 
Patting his brother's face in return, Sam walked over to the sitting bunny and scooped it up, rubbing the soft fur in Dean's face, "Someone missed you."
 
Dean cooed and grabbed the bunny, wrapping his arms around it and hugging it tight, not letting any monsters get it.
 
"Oh, yeah. Your new friend is gonna want you to protect them. Like I do with you, huh?" the younger wondered aloud, pressed a few feather-light kisses along the corners of the older's bright green eyes.
 
Staring out the window, the hazel-eyed man noticed it was getting a bit dark out, and decided he should start to make dinner, "Wanna help Daddy make dinner, Deanie?"
 
Dean looked up at Sam and nodded, glad that was going to help Daddy make a yummy meal for them to both enjoy. He loved helping. Hopefully he wouldn't get burnt like last time.
 
"'Kay...let's go!" Sam cheered, curling Dean around his back, so the older's head was on the slope of his shoulders. Giving Dean a piggyback ride, Sam hurried to the kitchen, whooping loudly along the way.
 
Dean smiled and gighled, gripping Sam's shirt tightly, so he didn't fall, but he knew Sam wouldn't drop him, anyway. He'd never let something like that happen to Dean.
 
"Anything special you want, sweetheart?" Sam cooed as they entered the kitchen and the taller rearranged Dean now on his hip.
 
Dean thought of pie, and licked his lips, drooling slightly. He hadn't had pie for a long time, and felt that he deserved some. For dessert, of course.
 
As if he had the power to mind-read, Sam knew exactly what his brother was thinking, "'Course, buddy. I think you deserve it anyways."


Choosing to sit Dean on the table, so he wouldn't be confined to his highchair, the taller gave him a sippy cup of apple juice to drink if he was ever thirsty, and gave the little one a thing of dough to try and pat down with his hands, rather than a rolling pin; hands were more fun.
 
Dean grinned and patted the dough until it was flat enough for the crust. He looked up at Sam and smiled, proud of himself, for helping out with dinner. And there were no owies this time.
 
Smiling warm and bright at his baby boy, the taller Winchester planted a loving kiss on his baby's cheek, "Good job, buddy. Knew you could do it."


Making dinner, and finishing the pie, putting it carefully in the oven, Sam sat Dean in his highchair before putting a bib around his neck, and giving him his Batman sippy cup.
 
Dean smiled at recieving the praise from his brother and picked up his sippy cup, bringing it to his mouth and slowly taking a sip of it, not yet used to drinking out of a toddler cup.
 
Once dinner was ready, the hot pie far out of Dean's reach so he wouldn't burn himself, Sam fed Dean his dinner, saying it tastes so good because his baby boy helped him make it.
 
Dean giggled and smiled at Sam, loving the delicious apple pie, that he helped make. He loved pie and this one was special, it was made by hand, with lots of love.
 
Once dinner was over, and his baby's face was cleaned, Sam carried Dean to the bathroom for his bath. Adding extra bubble bath and toys, since his little one was so good today, the taller wanted it to be a fun time.


Undressing his brother, Sam cooed, "Ready, baby?"
 
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Dean whimpered softly, but swallowed his fears, wanting to be a brave boy for Sammy, and behave during his bath tonight. He wishes Cas was there, though.
 
Frowning slightly at his baby's whimper, Sam murmured comfortingly, "Cas should be here tomorrow or so, okay, baby? I miss him too, but you're doing so well for me."


Putting his brother in the tub, Sam grabbed a handful of bubbles and put them along Dean's chin and jawline, making it look like he had a bubble beard.
 
Dean giggled at his bubble beard and splashed in the water, grabbing a toy and picking it up, squeezing it and squirting water at Sam.
 
Feeling the water dart at him, Sam theatrically gasped, "Oh no!"


Picking up another toy, the taller squirted water at his baby, reveling in hearing Dean's giggles.
 
Dean giggled and squealed, squirming in the water, as his brother squirted him. He loved bath time, now, and stared looking forward to it.
 
Effectively cleaning the day's grime and dirt away from his brother's body, Sam quickly washed Dean's dark blonde hair before squirted him one more time, to keep the air light.


"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
 

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