"Did you get the blanket?" Cas said, holding Carlie's foot and sliding on her little sandal.
"Yes, the stroller's packed. Diapers, wipes, snacks, water. We've made this trip hundreds of times before, Cas." Dean was rocking the stroller back and forth.
"I know, but this is Elle's first time." Cas smiled up at the bundle in the stroller.
"Papa, I have to potty." Carlie looked at Cas, expectantly.
"Dean, I thought you took her before we bundled her all up?" Cas sighed, unbuttoning the large coat on his daughter. It was a bit too late to decide that long johns were not the best idea to put on a toddler that has to use the restroom every hour.
"She said she didn't have to go." Dean said, defensively.
"She's three, Dean. Of course she said she didn't have to go."
"I'll take her. Come on, Carlie." He grabbed her hand and led her to the downstairs bathroom. Cas took charge of rocking the stroller. Soon, the two were out of the bathroom. Finally, they were on their way.
"Carlie, slow down!" Dean shouted after the little blonde three year old.
"I thought it was just the terrible two's." Cas said. "And how are you Miss Elle?" Cas opened up the covering of the stroller Dean was pushing. A pair of hazel eyes peered up at Cas. Then a burst of shrieks escaped her mouth and then came the tears.
"Uh oh. Someone's either hungry or just released something nasty in their diaper." Dean stopped the stroller and picked up Elle. He sniffed and made a face. "Hoo. Here you go, Cas." He handed Elle to Cas. Cas rolled his eyes, but took the diaper bag to the closest bathroom.
"Hey, Carlie, come here." Dean found an empty bench and pulled out a water bottle. "Hydrate." Carlie grabbed the bottle and started chugging. Soon, Cas returned settling Elle back in the stroller.
"All better."
"Carlie, how bout you hold onto the handle of the stroller. We need you to protect her if something happens." Dean freed a space on the handle and a smiling Carlie happily took the space. Cas smiled at Dean's ingenious way to get Carlie to stay close. Carlie shared the same protective trait as Dean.
They continued their walk around the park. It had become a daily ritual after Carlie had turned six months.
"It smells like…" Dean sniffed the air, trying to figure out why it was so tranquil here.
He continued sniffing, then came to the conclusion that he would never be able to perfectly describe the scent.
Cas laughed, "I love you, Dean."
"I love you, too, Cas. And my little munchkins." Dean took his hands off the stroller, letting Cas take over pushing it. He picked Carlie up and swung her onto his shoulders, leading to an uproar of giggles from Carlie and consequently Cas.
A/N: The story is finally over :( I hope you all enjoyed reading it, because I enjoyed writing it haha. Thank you for reading and reviewing! :)