Adventures In Babysitting
Before the whole vision thing, Dean knew his brother had some kind of powers, powers which he dubbed the Sammy-eyes.
One looked into those puppy-dog eyes and the person just melted into a steaming pile of goo.
He should know he's been on the receiving in of that power the most, even their Dad had a hard time resisting.
Heaven help them all if Sam gave you a full blast dimple smile.
So the older Hunter was not surprised when they finally arrived at Bobby's and the elder man melted in his wheelchair at the sight of a squealing and smiling Sammy.
"Well I'll be damned" Bobby mumbled as he held Sammy, who gurgled happily.
"Please reframe from using language around Samuel"
Bobby looked at the Angel then raised a brow at Dean who mouthed later, Bobby then shrugged.
"Well let's hit the books" he said.
Seven hours later, Sammy is happily sucking on his bottle in Dean's arms and they've found nothing.
"Whatever that Witch did, it ain't your one of the mill spells" Bobby sighed as he sat back in his chair.
"Great" Dean sighed; shifting Sammy in his arms a bit, across from him Castiel closed the book he was looking through.
"Don't worry son, this is just my usual stack, I have a whole lot more waiting for us"
"Oh joy" Dean grumbled.
After burping his brother, Dean placed him in the nest Castiel had made fifteen minutes after they arrived in the living room. Bobby had watched the Angel make the nest with any soft blankets he could find, for a full minute, half-curious and half- fascinated before rolling away mumbling something about Bird-brains.
"Da Ah!" Sammy coo'ed when he was laid on his back.
"Nap time Sammy" Dean said, smiling when Sammy smiled and squealed happily at him. Dean stayed with his brother, gently rocking him until eyes finally closed and breathing evened out. After making sure his brother was properly covered Dean headed back to do more research, while Max watched over him.
"Three days" Dean grumbled as he came into the living room "and we've found nothing"
Castiel said nothing from the nest where he was gently throwing Sammy up and down in the air, the Angel had found that the tiny Hunter liked it very much.
"When I find that Hag, she is going to burn, and put him down!"
Dean not so much.
"He likes it" Castiel said, though he did stop.
"Until you miss"
"I will not miss"
"That's what Dad told Mom when he did it to me, and guess what, he missed!"
Castiel blinked at his charge as he tilted his head "That explains much" he then said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Da Ba!" Sammy squealed as he bounced on his legs, with the Angel's help.
Dean looked at his brother, and he smiled, something he found himself doing a lot of ever since his brother had turned into a baby.
"Hey Kiddo" he found himself cooing, as he bent down to take hold of his brother.
Sammy gurgled, little hands taking hold of his brother amulet.
Castiel watched fascinated as Dean coo'ed at his brother, doing baby talk with him, and even gave a raspberry kiss on the baby's round belly getting shrieking laughter.
"Um…" Dean blushed when he realized the Angel was watching, "what!" he finally snapped when the Angel continued to stare.
"I've never seen you act in such a way with your brother"
"What way?" Dean asked a bit defensively.
"With open affection"
Dean sat there in surprised for a moment, and then he realized that the Angel was right. Sure he always said no chick-flick moments, but he was always touching his brother, small brushes here and there, standing or sitting close, to let Sam know he was here, but ever since the start of the Apocalypse and the release of Lucifer, that had all stop. Sure they were better than they were, but that had stopped.
He didn't know why, but it seem like it was easier to touch, show his brother affection like this then if his brother was an adult.
Dean wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Sammy gurgled as he rolled over onto his stomach, with some work he was able to get on his hands and knees and crawl over to the edge of the nest. He giggled when he tumbled out of the nest and landed on his diaper covered bottom.
On the sofa was his brother, dead asleep, snoring loudly, a book of spells laid open on his lap.
Cooing Sammy crawled away, his brother unawares.
The tiny Hunter made it to the kitchen, he stopped in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes landing on the table cloth that dangled off the table and caressed the floor, he went over, sat on his bottom, little hands grabbed hold of the thing and tugged, with a giggle he continues to tug unaware of the danger his little game was getting him into, as a sharp cutting knife came closer to the edge the more he tugged.
Suddenly Sammy squealed with delight as he was lifted into the air.
"Not a good idea little one"
Big brown eyes meet amber, and Sammy gave a big gummy smile, and got one in return, only with more teeth.
"Hey Kiddo" Gabriel said.
Gabriel's here!...Should Dean be worried?
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