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Chapter Two – Baby Dean

Thank God that Dean was still sleeping it off. The last thing Sam needed was for Dean to be awake or aware of any of the current conversation he was having with the angel.

"The Impala is now safely at your friend's place. There's a note on the dashboard saying that you and Dean had to leave quickly on a hot trail and you were using another vehicle so you wouldn't draw attention to yourselves. It also said you'd be in contact when you could" Castiel explained.

"Geez, you guys have it all figured out, don't ya?" Sam gripped. Castiel let it pass. He knew the youngest Winchester was under considerable stress.

Anna was nowhere to be seen, nor would she be, apparently. However, she was orchestrating the whole transfer over to where-ever this journey was suppose to start.

Their duffels were packed and on the bed beside Dean. Sam made one final sweep of the room before he climbed onto the bed and sat down cross-legged. Castiel followed and assumed the same position. Sam took Dean's hand and closed his eyes.

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Okay, so Sam had to give credit where credit was due. The transition was seamless. One moment they were in the motel room and the next in this comfortable old and very secluded farmhouse.

Sam had made sure that Dean was still sleeping before he got up off the huge bed in their new place, far larger than a king sized one and followed Castiel around the house.

Castiel hadn't lied. There was absolutely everything that they could ever need, all lined up in age appropriate shelves and furniture, everything ranging in items from infants to teens.

The kitchen was fully equipped, the chest freezer and fridge fully stocked and there was a vegetable garden out the back.

What was interesting was that there was no formal bedroom. The bed in the main room was almost like the heart of the house.

Sam was more than a little nervous when he looked into the fridge and saw a shelf full of formula filled extra large baby bottles. Castiel clasped his shoulder in support.

The kitchen table was neatly piled with reference material for all sorts of childhood related questions.

Sitting down with a thud on one of the wooden kitchen chairs, Sam began to leaf through the documents. Castiel sat down opposite Sam and placed a soft drink in front of Sam, who nodded his thanks, before picking up one of the documents himself.

Sam was cringing inwardly at some of the stuff he was reading. He hoped he didn't have to deal with a lot of it. For all of his outward calmness, Castiel wasn't fairing too much better as he continued to read on. Frankly, he was glad he wasn't going to have to deal with it at all.

Guzzling down the cold drink, some of it spilled down Sam's top. Standing up and yanking it off, Sam then dried himself with the soiled shirt.

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Walking into the main room, Sam was going to start looking through his duffel for a fresh top, but went to Dean first. It looked like he was going to be asleep for a longer time yet and Sam wanted to make him more comfortable, so he unbuckled Dean's belt and slid off his jeans with infinite care before proceeding to undo the buttons on his shirt and sliding it off also.

Covering his big brother up with one of the blankets and then a duvet, Sam then decided to climb in beside Dean and hold him.

He wanted so much for this plan to work for Dean. He loved him so much.

Stroking Dean's hair with feather light touches, Sam kissed his eyes and nose and lips before settling back on the pillow and shifting Dean's head onto his chest.

"It's going to be okay, Dean. You're going to get all better" Sam whispered as he closed his eyes.

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Castiel had time to kill before his pick-up.

Wandering in from the kitchen, he stood at the foot of the bed and observed the two entangled sleeping brothers. Two halves of one whole. Their love and devotion to each other was clear even in sleep.

Making his way over to the couch, Castiel sat down and put his feet up on the coffee table. Leaning his head back he closed his eyes and let his mind drift.

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The gloaming was settling in through the curtained windows of the house. Sam woke to an unusual sensation and initial disorientation to his surroundings.

He felt another tug at his chest and looked down to see Dean suckling at one of his breasts. Sam was thunderstruck and rendered speechless before feeling a stream of warm fluid soaking his jean leg.

"Dean...Dean...look at me" Sam asked in a gentle tone. Dean continued to suckle. He must be tasting the sugar residue from the spilled drink Sam thought before he moved his hand down between the two of them and felt Dean's wet underwear.

"Oh God, no!" Sam cried out, startling Dean who then began to cry. "Ssh...s'kay, Dean, s'kay" Sam murmured, stroking his brother's hair.

"Castiel, are you still here? I need your help, man" Sam called out.

Startled out of a deep sleep and jumping up immediately, Cas hit the coffee table with his shin before running over.

"It's happened" Sam yelled over Dean's crying. "You gotta help me" Sam said frantically as he rubbed Dean's face and tried to quiet him.

"He's wet and I think he's hungry" Sam said in disbelief. Cas was pretty sure his face was a mirror image of Sam's as he stood there numb. This was really happening. Holy shit!

"Cas!" Sam yelled.

"Okay, okay, I guess I'll go get a bottle warmed up and you can change him" Cas said, some of his angel cool demeanour slipping slightly.

While Cas was in the kitchen doing his thing, Sam climbed out of the bed and pulled back the covers. Dean's underwear was soaked through.

"Think Sam think" Sam was ranting to himself. There was no way around it Dean was going to have to be changed.

This wasn't fair and it wasn't right, poor Dean. Oh man, Sam thought as he gathered a change pad, a towel, a diaper, some wipes and powder.

No, any plan shouldn't involve this. But it was sure as hell too late now to go back and re-work it.

Taking a deep breath, Sam returned to the bed and Dean, who looked so sad with teary eyes and little hiccupping breaths.

"Okay Dean, I'm going to get you all fixed up" Sam soothed as he moved Dean over from the wet spot and then pulled off the wet underwear before lifting Dean's legs slightly and placing the change pad underneath him. Sam dried Dean off then wiped him down before sprinkling on a good amount of the baby powder. The diaper proved to be a bit of challenge, but Sam got it hooked together. Dean was still his grown-up size, things were going to take some getting used to.

Reaching up, Sam brought his face close to Dean's. "There you go. I bet you feel better now, huh" he soothed, just as Cas came in with the bottle.

"Want me to feed him?" Castiel asked as he looked at Sam, covered in powder and wetness.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all. It'll give you a chance to get cleaned up."

Sam placed a dry towel and an extra blanket over the wet spot on the bed and then helped position Dean against Castiel.

Little Dean's appetite had not changed from Big Dean's one. He took to the bottle with a vengeance and sucked deeply. "Easy guy, easy" Castiel said as he pulled back the bottle slightly so that Dean wouldn't choke.

Sam had changed quickly and placed all the soiled clothing in the hamper. He'd deal with it tomorrow.

By the time Sam returned, Castiel was rubbing Dean's back and got the burp he needed before Dean's eyes drifted closed. Between the both of them, they were able to get Dean re-positioned comfortably on the bed. He was still making a sucking motion with his mouth however.

"Is there one of those things around?" Castiel asked Sam.

"What thing?"

"You know, the thing you put in a baby's mouth."

"You mean a soother. Yeah I think I saw one. But come on, don't you think that would be pushing it a bit much?" Sam asked.

"And like this already isn't?" Castiel countered.

Sam got off the bed, got the soother, ran it under warm water and then carefully inserted it into Dean's mouth, who took to it willingly.

"You don't think he'll bite off the rubber and choke do you, since he still has his teeth?" Sam asked worriedly.

"I think it'll be fine, Sam" Castiel assured.

Covering Dean up good and tight, Sam blinked back hot tears as he looked at his brother.

"Sam, remember, this is all for Dean's good. Things will work out. Just...keep the faith, okay?" Castiel murmured.

Sam looked over and smiled weakly. "Thanks for all your help. I couldn't have done this without you."

Castiel was about to respond when he noticed the shifting of the fading natural light in the room. He was late...he was too late...he'd missed his designated pick-up.

Sam saw the look that crossed Castiel's face. "Everything okay?"

"I'm not supposed to be here, I should have been gone before now. Sam, there's no way for me to leave now. There was a limited time for the pick-up to happen and I didn't make it. My angel abilities have been clipped until the time here is over. I...I guess now I'll get to remember what it feels like to be a human again and all the emotions that go with it" Castiel whispered quietly as he looked at a stunned Sam.

"Huh? Cas? I'm so sorry about this. If I hadn't asked you to help, you would have made it. Oh man, I am sorry" Sam apologized profusely.

"It's not your fault, Sam. It's no one's actually. It is what it is. I guess there's one good way to look at this though, you'll have help taking care of Dean" Castiel said as he looked fondly down at Dean. It was true and real emotion that Sam was seeing displayed on Castiel's face.

"It won't hurt the plan? The trust part I mean" Sam asked in concern. "Not a chance. There'll be a residual bonus here with the extra trust factor" Castiel explained, before clearing his throat and carrying on. "But Sam, are you okay with me helping out with Dean, truthfully? Just by virtue of the circumstances we're in, it's pretty intimate and there's just no way of getting around that."

And here was the leap of faith that was presented to Sam. Did he trust Castiel with Dean being so emotionally vulnerable? Did he really have a choice?

"I trust you" Sam stated simply and when it came to Dean, he meant it.

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"Look it, there's no way you can sleep on that thing" Sam stated as he punched at the lumpy couch. "And since there's not another bed in this place, it looks like we'll all be sharing that massive one right over there" Sam grinned as he pointed to the big bed. "Even with the three of us, there would still be room for another two people" Sam noted as he observed Castiel standing there in a pair of Dean's loungewear leggings and an old AC/DC t-shirt. They actually weren't a bad fit. He had needed something to change into and the temporary use of some of Dean's clothes seemed the most reasonable resolution to the problem.

Castiel smiled his thanks before deciding to take Sam up on his offer.

Climbing into bed carefully so as not to wake Dean, Casitel leaned over and whispered goodnight into his ear and kissed his cheek. It came naturally to him, the need to protect such a fragile life in delicate circumstances. Sam waited for his turn to kiss Dean good night and then turned off the light before snuggling in close to Dean. Castiel was laying close on the other side.

Between the both of them, baby Dean was one protected and loved guy.

"Are you going to put me on diaper duty?" Castiel whispered, the smile he was wearing, evident in his voice.

Sam grinned. "Maybe."

To be continued.