Title: The Sweetest Little Baby in Town
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
Chapter Summary: Castiel has been left to look after Dean following a spell cast by a witch. Now, Castiel is left with a little bundle of joy to care for while Sam, Bobby and Gabriel work to break the spell. On one particular Sunday, though, Dean just will not co-operate.
(PLEASE READ) A/N: HI! I'll put three prompt words/phrases at the end of each chapter and I'd like you guys to choose which word/phrase you'd like for the next chapter.
I hope you like this set! It's gonna be a long story, but I don't care, I'll make it as cute as I can!
Fifty Chick-Flick Moments for Dean and Castiel
-One-
Castiel hated himself for doing this. Dean was asleep on his front, his tiny body dressed in a baby grow with cars on it. He was so peaceful that Castiel despised himself for it, but he had to visit church today. He'd promised that he'd go, and there was no-one else to take care of the little sweetheart for him.
"Dean...?" He began in a soft voice, rubbing the baby's back lightly with his hand.
Dean's beautiful little face twisted for a moment in distaste before he settled again, Castiel rubbing his back still. He could feel it and he wished it would stop. He was only little, he needed his sleep. The baby made a soft noise and Castiel smiled softly.
"Dean...? It's time to wake up..." He said softly, watching Dean's little feet wiggle as his knees shuffled the tiniest bit.
He'd been sleeping on his front with his cute little butt in the air, and Castiel found it absolutely adorable when he slept like that. The angel had been caring for the baby for a good three weeks, and he still couldn't get over how beautiful the little guy was. He watched as Dean grimaced and huffed tiredly, biting his lip at the guilt that flooded his system.
"Dean?" He said softly, rubbing Dean's side with his fingers gently, "It's Sunday morning...we're going to church today..."
He went back to rubbing Dean's back, watching as he wriggled a little and stretched onto his tummy, murmuring in disgust.
"I wanted to leave you for a little longer, but we have to go..." He told the child, "I made a promise..."
Then Dean curled his little legs up and curled up into a little ball on his knees, his palms flat as he pushed his face into his hands. He really didn't want to get up this morning, and Castiel felt terrible for disturbing the tiny boy.
"Dean..."
The baby wriggled again and flopped over onto his side, stretching out and whimpering as he did. He was clearly so tired, but Castiel didn't give up and he rubbed the child's back again, going to stroke his head too and leaning down to kiss it.
"Come on, Dean..." He coaxed, "Come on...wake up, baby boy."
Dean just got on all fours again and curled up, rocking a little in his crib before lifting his head up, looking into Castiel's eyes as he did.
"Good morning..." The angel said softly, Dean going to stand before his little lip wobbled and he curled back in on himself, beginning to cry, "I know, I know...I'm so sorry..."
The angel reached into the crib and picked the little baby up, holding him to his shoulder and hushing him as he pressed a gentle kiss to his head.
"Shhh, I'm sorry..." He whispered, "I know you hate being woken up, Dean, I'm sorry..."
Dean curled up into a little ball against Castiel's shoulder, the angel feeling pretty pissed at himself for disturbing the poor thing.
"Shhh, hush now..." He soothed, rubbing Dean's back and carrying him to the changing table, "Church won't take long, I promise."
Dean squirmed as Castiel changed his diaper for the fourth time that day. Wow, this kid couldn't half fill diapers.
"Hold still..." The angel mumbled, Dean wriggling even more before gurgling at Castiel, the angel gasping and smiling in response, pretending to understand so he could encourage more vocal activity from the little hunter, "Really? That's very interesting, Dean..."
The baby squirmed and made an angry sound, Castiel fighting back a growl when Dean wriggled off of the changing mat, thankfully with a clean backside.
"Dean Winchester." He scolded, the baby just smiling at him which he couldn't ignore in the slightest, "Come along, now."
His tone became soft as he rested Dean back on the changing mat, passing him the packet of baby wipes to hold while he got a clean diaper on him and his little vest fastened up. The weather was so warm that the angel didn't object to Dean just sitting in his vest, so when he'd finally got the baby fastened up, he took off Dean's tiny green and blue striped t-shirt, leaving the little tyke in just his vest.
"Is that better?" He asked, Dean gurgling and babbling in response, "I'm glad to hear it."
He lifted Dean onto his lap and lay him down, tickling his belly gently.
"I love you, Dean Winchester, yes I do." He told him, Dean beaming in response and leaning up towards him, which he responded to by lowering his face.
Dean pressed the sweetest little kiss to his nose, and Castiel smiled stunningly at the action. If only Dean would co-operate for the other half of the day.
"Okay..." Castiel soothed, rubbing Dean's back and walking around Bobby's house with him to try and settle him, "Shhh now..."
The tiny boy screamed and cried, sobbing almost hysterically as the angel tried to settle him down for his nap. Tears rolled down Dean's face in thick, fat droplets and the angel sighed, settling on the spare bed with Dean in his arms, rocking him back and forth so slowly and gently, humming before singing an Enochian lullaby to him, Dean slowly settling as he did.
The angel continued to rock him, knowing that he would for as long as it took to get his charge to sleep. He realised that this was indeed very tiring and very trying on his patience, but this was Dean laying in his arms. Dean who had been turned into a tiny, defenceless, beautiful little baby that Castiel couldn't help but love more than his own life. With that love had come the need to protect Dean and care for him. Castiel never wanted to let him go.
As Dean settled in his embrace, he stayed with him in his arms, bringing him up gently to rest on his chest, his hand rubbing the baby's back gently as he drifted deeply into sleep. The angel's eyes grew heavy and he succumbed to sleep for once, keeping Dean cradled close to him.
When Sam, Bobby and Gabriel returned two hours later with a cure prepared and ready to use, they found themselves unable to administer it just yet. They left the angel sleeping with the little hunter on his chest, but not before taking a photo of the two of them on their cell phones.
I really hope you liked that!
Here are your words/phrases: Beautiful, destiny or sugar.
Thanks for reading so far!
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