T is for Toddler
Dean yawned as he watched Bobby sleeping peacefully in his playpen for the moment. He looked so tranquil and calm.
He knew that it wasn't going to last much longer. That kid was like an energizer bunny. He was anywhere and everywhere. There was no stopping him from getting into things. They had baby-proofed the bunker as best they could and kept Bobby out of the rooms they couldn't.
Dean retreated across the room to his recliner. He knew that if he didn't relax now, he would be no match for the terrible two-year-old before him. He leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes for a moment.
"DEAN!"
Dean jolted awake. He looked up at Castiel holding Bobby, now covered in black ink. Castiel frowned at him. Dean looked around confused. How long had he been out? Where did Bobby find a pen?
"I closed my eyes for like two seconds, I think," Dean said sleepily.
"I left for an hour," Castiel said, slightly angry.
"He was sleeping, so I sat down, and I guess I fell asleep," Dean admitted sheepishly. He stood and took the toddler from the angry angel. "Well, bud, it looks like you need a bath."
"It seems he has reached the terrible two stage," Castiel sighed.
"Come on; it can't be that bad. We're saved the world a dozen times over. Raising a toddler can't be that bad," Dean said.
An hour later…
Dean ran down the hallway after Bobby, who was butt naked. He had refused to get dressed after his bath. He had managed to wiggle his way out of Dean's hold when he had turned to grab his pull-up. Now he was chasing the toddler through the bunker with Castiel trying to cut him off.
"Bobby, get back here!" Dean called after his son.
"NO!" Bobby shouted. It was his new favorite word.
Dean rounded the corner after the toddler and saw Fiona had caught him. She must've just returned from a hunt. She was laughing as Bobby squirmed in her hold.
"Hey, little dude, why are you naked," She asked him.
"Someone decided to become a nudist," Dean replied. "A little help?" he asked, holding up the pull-up.
After a slight struggle, the pull-up was finally put on. Castiel came down the hallway from the opposite direction. He took the toddler away to get dressed.
"Long day?" Fiona asked with a hint of humor in her voice.
"You have no idea," Dean said as they headed to the war room. Sam was already there with a couple of beers. He held one out to Dean.
"So, your nephew wants to be a nudist," Fiona giggled as she sat next to Sam.
"Don't ever have kids," Dean said, shaking his head.
"It's a little too late for that," Fiona said.
"What do you mean too late?" Sam asked, stopping his beer halfway to his mouth.
"Uh, surprise?" Fiona said, turning to the younger Winchester.
"Seriously?" Sam asked. He looked to Dean and then back to Fiona.
"Depends on what your reaction would be," Fiona said slowly.
"I-I was not expecting that," Sam said.
"Me either, but the six tests I've taken all came back positive," Fiona said.
"Six?" Sam asked.
"I wanted to be sure," Fiona replied with a shrug.
"Mom is gonna love this," Dean chuckled, he took a sip from his beer. At least they would have another kid running around here soon.