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'Sam, I'm just popping out for a while- you gonna be ok with the little sproglet?' asked Bobby as he pulled on his Jacket.
'Huh? Yeah I'll be fine!' smiled Sam, looking up from his lap, where Dean was laying, happily gurgling and sucking on Sam's little finger.
'Aww' Bobby said, beaming down at Dean, before patting Sam on the shoulder and walking out the door.
As Sam heard his engine pull away, he looked down at Dean again.
He had started to get a little dirty, so Sam decided that whilst Bobby was out, he would give Dean a nice bath.
He picked him up and gently laid him across his chest again; he was getting pretty good at holding him and supporting his head now.
He carefully walked up the stairs, and opened the door to Bobby's bathroom with his foot.
He made sure everything was looking ok, then walked into his room, laying Dean carefully down on the bed.
He then reached underneath the bed and got out Dean's duffel bag.
He had put all of Dean's Baby things in the bag, just for safe keeping.
He hoped they wouldn't become permanent features of the bag.
He pulled out a thick, fluffy blue towel, and some liquid baby soap, before tucking them under his arm and Picking Dean up again.
As he crossed the bathroom again, he smiled as he heard Dean giggling away, seemingly to nothing.
He gently kneeled on the bathroom floor and laid out the towel, putting Dean in the middle.
He turned on the taps, both hot and cold, and waited for the bath to be little under half full before turning the hot tap off, and left the cold one on for a little longer.
After turning both taps off he tested the temperature of the water with the crook of his elbow, but found that that technique didn't work, so he did it the simple way; using his hand.
After checking that it was the right temperature, he started to undress Dean.
This was a very hard feat, as Dean had taken to kicking out his legs at inopportune moments, particularly when Sam had just managed to get one leg out of his trousers.
'Come on Dean- let me get these off you, and then you can get clean!' Sam cooed, tickling Dean under the chin, making him squeal and stop moving.
After Sam had ridden Dean of all of his clothes and his nappy, he gently picked him up and lowered him in the bath.
Dean's eyes grew wide at the sudden heat, then he started kicking his legs and arms out and giggling, making high pitched laughing sounds that made Sam chuckle.
After a few minutes of playing, Sam realised that he had a problem.
If he was holding Dean- how was he going to wash him?
He looked around, but couldn't find anything to help him.
He shook his head, and then rolled his eyes. He had the solution.
But this time he REALLY hoped that Dean wouldn't remember what he was about to do.
He carefully lifted Dean back out of the bath, and wrapped him in the thick blue towel, before standing up and stripping off his shirt and Jeans, leaving just his pants on.
He then carefully unwrapped Dean, before picking him up and cradling him in his arms, gently lowering himself into the bath at the same time.
Sam leaned Dean's head against his stomach, spreading his legs out so they moulded to the shape of Dean, which prevented him from falling under the water.
This also left his hands free, so he carefully reached out of the bath and grabbed the bottle of liquid baby soap.
He put it on the side of the bath and looked down at Dean, who was smiling and kicking his legs again, chuckling as the water hit his chest and face.
Sam smiled, the carefully cupped his hands in the water, before slowly tipping it over Dean's head and body, making sure he didn't get any in his eyes.
Dean didn't have a lot of hair; he just had a small crop of dark brown smudges over his head, but Sam decided to wash the smudges anyway.
Dean juddered when the water hit his head, sitting up straight, his eyes wide and staring, trying to work out why he was suddenly wet.
Sam chuckled and applied the soap to his hands, rubbing them together before putting them on Dean's head and body, making sure that he got it in a lather before washing it off.
Dean kept shuddering every time the warm water hit his body, but he seemed to relax and enjoy it by the end.
Sam gently took Dean's chest and head, then laid him again across his chest, himself shuddering as the water from Dean's freshly washed hair ran down his chest and down his stomach.
He stood up and stepped out of the bath, quickly bending down and wrapping Dean up tight in the towel.
He then stood up, carrying the bundle in his arms, and walked back into his bedroom, sitting down on the bed, rubbing and patting Dean dry.
After Dean was dry, Sam unwrapped him and laid him back across the bed, before again reaching into Dean's duffel bag, this time pulling out a light blue babygro that had a picture of a little rabbit eating a carrot on it.
He sat back down on the bed, and began the task of getting Dean in the Babygro.
After a couple of minutes, Sam was just finishing doing up all the poppers on the front of it (man there were a lot of them, he thought) when he heard Bobby's car pull up outside.
He looked at his watch. It was about half six at night. They had been upstairs for quite a while, so Sam carefully picked Dean up again and carried him downstairs.
Bobby beamed at the sight of a sleepy Dean in Sam's arms, and mouthed 'I'll make coffee' whilst Sam sat on the sofa, cradling Sam on his chest.
A little while later, Bobby was just coming out of the kitchen with the coffee when he witnessed a sight that made him stop in his tracks and smile.
Sam was fast asleep, snoring lightly, and Dean was also sleeping, snuffling his nose and making those cute snoring sounds Sam had told him about.
Like brother, like brother.
Bobby tiptoed around the pair, looking in delight, feeling his heart swell with love for the both of them.
Bobby carefully placed a coffee cup on the side table nearest Sam, figuring that if he woke up he might want a drink without waking the litt'lin.
Before he went up to his own room he cast a last look at the two people sharing his sofa, and leaned on the banister, just watching the pair sleep.
'Idjits' he whispered fondly, before smiling and walking up the stairs to his own room.
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