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Being the Caretaker Again

"Alright, buddy. Be a good boy, okay? We want a good baby Sammy tonight." Dean cooes as he brings a small bowl of spaghetti over to Sam, and places it on his highchair tray. "Dig in, baby boy." He says.
 
Sam whimpered, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes, ignoring the yummy food set in front of him. He made Daddy and Uncle Cas upset with him. Squirming in his highchair, and unhappily kicking his legs, the little one brought clenched fists to his eyes and shook his head repeatedly.


"Nnnnnnnn," he whined.
 
"Hey, hey, what's the problem, kiddo? Hmm? Why's my baby upset? Does he want Daddy or Uncle Cas to feed him, is that it?" Dean asks, as he grabs a fork, and gets a small bite of spaghetti for Sam, then he pretends that the fork is an airplane.
 
Watching the "airplane" in front of him, Sam giggled, tears beginning to dry and his previous sadness washing away. If Daddy was feeding him, which he didn't do that often, since Sammy wanted to be a big boy, it must mean Daddy still loved him.


Opening his mouth, and eating the spaghetti messily, sauce smearing on the corner of his mouth, Sam gurgled and cooed.
 
"Messy boy." Dean cooed as he continued feeding Sam, smiling as he ate every bite offered to him, like a good boy. "Isn't he cute, Cas?" Dean asks, as he feeds Sam the last bite of spaghetti. "All done. Good job, Sammy!" Dean said.
 
It would have been impossible for the angel to not have agreed, "Of course, Dean. He is very...cute." The word felt foreign across the angel's tongue. Though, of course, it was the only accurate term for his nephew. Sam was beyond cute, as a matter of fact, hazel, tip-tilted eyes bright with simple love and a little one's innocence.


Giggling to himself, Sam clapped his hands at his achievement. Like Daddy said, he ate all his dinner like a good boy.


It wasn't till a while later, a few minutes before his bath, that the need to go hit him. With a small sigh and gurgle, Sam was done, leaving a mess in his diaper.
 
"Oh....whew! What's that smell? Sammy....did you make a poo poo, baby? I think you did. Why don't you change him, Cas, while I get his bath ready?" Dean asks, smiling at his stinky little boy, who just looked around innocently, drooling slightly.
 
Nodding, and watching Dean disappear on his trek to the bathroom, Castiel gulped. How was he supposed to do this? Even after watching Dean do the same process over and over again, the angel was nervous. But, looking at the innocent face looking around the room in awe, he might as well try.


"Hello, Sam. Your Daddy is going to get your bath ready, and I have to change you." The angel informed, not entirely expecting a full-blown response. The younger gurgled and gave a small squeak, before making grabby hands at his Uncle.


Chuckling, Cas picked him up and out of the playpen and laid him down on a blanket a little further away. Getting diaper supplies, the angel breathed in and out, telling himself that he could atleast try his best for this.


Undressing Sam, and removing the soiled diaper, Castiel wiped Sam's bottom and privates, before spreading powder along the little one's legs. Then, retrieving a fresh diaper with duckies on it, taping it around Sam's waist. He didn't putting Sam's onesie back on him, as he would be taking a bath later anyways.


Sitting up and crawling towards his Uncle, Sam leaned against him and nuzzled the fabric of the trenchcoat.
 
Dean hummed softly, as he went about getting Sammy's bath all ready for him, adding a bit of bubble bath, and some fun toys to keep him occupied. "Cas! The bath's just about ready. You can go ahead and bring Sammy back here, If you want to." Dean calls from the bathroom.
 
"Mhmm," Castiel emits from the back of his throat, before picking up Sam and bringing him to the bathroom, where the sight of bubbles and toys floating in the water made the little one on his hip bounce and squeal. Bath time is almost always a fun time for Sam, save when his long hair needed to be washed.


After untaping his nephew's diaper, the angel carefully dropped Sam into the tub, making the water rise a bit because of the long, broad frame now inside.


Grabbing a rubber ducky, Sam giggled and squeezed it, the noise making him laugh harder, his free hand smacking and splashing the water around him.
 
"Alright, Sammy, let's get you all nice and clean, buddy." Dean cooes as he lathers up a bath mitt, and gently starts to clean Sam all over, cooing and smiling at him, as he did so. Dean loved giving Sam a bath, and he knew that Sam enjoyed getting one.
 
Feeling the bath mitt rub against his skin, Sam cooed, smiling shyly at his Daddy and Uncle. Shaking his head when a piece of his long hair got in his face, the little one sneezed.
 
"Aww. Bless you, Sammy. Now, I'm about to do your hair, okay, buddy." Dean said, as he got Sam's hair wet and rubbed in some baby shampoo, then he covered Sam's eyes with his hand, as he used a cup to rinse off the shampoo.
 
Immediately Sam started to whine and squirm. He hated this part. It felt uncomfortable and even though Daddy was touching his hair, which was okay, he still didn't like it. Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.


Seeing his nephew in discomfort, Castiel reached over from his spot beside the tub and rubbed Sam's arm affectionately while Dean continued to wash the long hair. "It's okay, Sam. Your Daddy is almost done."
 
Dean shushed Sam, as he finished up washing his hair, and lifted him up, wrapping him in a big, fuzzy towel, and drying him off. "There we go, baby boy. It's all over. You did so good!" Dean cooed.
 
His whining started to subside, as Sam felt the fuzzy towel dry him off. Hearing his Daddy praise him made him feel good, knowing he actually hadn't done anything wrong. Uncle Cas looked happy too.


Earlier, in the midst of the little one's bath, Castiel had grabbed Sam's pajamas. A fleece, soft blue onesie with puppies on it. Kid went nuts when he saw canines of any form. Diapering his nephew and whispering words of praise, the angel dressed the younger so he could get ready for bed.


"I believe he is ready for bed now, Dean," Cas rumbled, watching Sam give a big yawn.
 
"Aww. Come here, little buddy. You look so cozy in your jammies, yes you do! You want a ba-ba and a story before beddy bye, Sammy?" Dean asked, as he picked Sam up and supported his diapered butt with his hand as he felt Sam's legs wrap around his waist.
 
Giggling and sleepily nodding in his Daddy's arms, Sam looked forward to a bedtime story. He loved those, Daddy or Uncle Cas always did different voices for the characters and always let Sammy pick out the book he wanted. No matter how many times in a row they had already read it.


While his Daddy carried him to his nursery, Sam put his thumb in his mouth while waiting for his bottle.


"Here you go, Sam." The little one heard his Uncle say as a rubber nipple replaced the thumb between his lips. Being settled down in his crib, blankets around him and his favorite stuffed animal: a moose, was secure underneath his arm.
 
"Alright, Sammy. How about we read "Goodnight Moon"? You want us to read that to you, baby boy?" Dean asks, as he gently strokes Sam's soft, long hair, and rubs his chest soothingly.
 
Once he finished his bottle, Sam nodded excitedly, "Y-yy-eaahh." Goodnight Moon was the little one's favorite bed time story, and Daddy playing with his hair made it seem perfect.
 
"Okay, buddy. Daddy'll read it nice and slow, so you can go to sleep, okay?" Dean says, as he picks up the book, and smiles at Sam, as he begins to read, glacing over at Cas every minute or so.
 
Watching over his nephew, Castiel listened to Dean's slow and soft words as he read a story to their little one. Goodnight Moon was a simple story, but the angel could see the appeal that it held over Sam. There was nothing dark about it, no monsters in the dark or people to save.


Listening intently to his Daddy reading a story, the younger began to drift off to sleep, holding his moose close to his chest and wiggling in the comfort of everything around him. So before he knew it, Sam was asleep.


Seeing that his nephew was off to dreamland, the angel decided it was time to go. Placing a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead, and lovingly moving a stray piece of hair, Castiel whispered, "Goodnight, Sam."


Straightening himself, the shorter smiled at Dean, "And...goodnight, Dean. I might not be able to return tomorrow, but hopefully the day after that."
 
"Oh, that's alright, Cas. I was thinking about taking Sammy out shopping, anyway, so we probably won't be home." Dean says, as he is still looking down at Sam, smiling softly at his baby boy.
 
Giving a final nod, the angel disappeared, leaving Dean and Sam still in the younger's nursery. Hearing his Daddy leave the room in his light slumber, the little one finally went to sleep, happy and content where he was.


The next morning, Sam couldn't contain his excitement, he and Daddy were going shopping soon, and maybe if he was good, the little one could get something special. Playing with the bib around his neck with uncoordinated fingers, Sam entertained himself.
 
Dean smiled as he finished getting Sam's breakfast, oatmeal with a peach puree mixed in. He knew Sammy was going to love it. He loved anything that Daddy made by hand. "You hungry, Sammy? Huh? Are you?" Dean cooed as he walked over with the bowl of food and a spoon.
 

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