Bath and Bed for Baby

Sam was starting to wonder if Dean was this cute the first time around. All he did was giggle, smile, and act like the cutest damn thing ever. In fact, Dean was gurgling and playing with his feet right now. Sam looked at the clock. It was 7:30 P.M. Almost time for Dean's nighttime bottle, a bath, and bed. Dean didn't seem to be hungry at the current moment, though. He was way too entertained with his tiny toes. Sam smiled and picked him up.

"Hey, Dean-o. I bet you're getting hungry, huh?" Sam asked, tickling Dean under his chin.

Dean just giggled and reached for Sam's face. Sam handed Dean his favorite rattle, which Dean took and shook. Dean smiled and shook it some more.

"I don't know what's with you and that thing, but if it keeps you from puking on me again, I'm good with it." Sam said, making Dean a bottle.

Dean frowned deeply. His lip wobbled and his eyes brimmed with tears. He let out a wail. Sam started singing and Dean cried louder, and started feeling Sam's chest again. He began sucking on him and then started wailing again, not getting what he wanted. Sam sighed. He once again had that pang of guilt for not being able to satisfy Dean's needs. Sam hurried up with the bottle and put it in Dean's open mouth. Dean started sucking on it happily. Sam smiled and swayed a bit to keep Dean calm. He made sure to burp Dean halfway through the bottle, and then again at the end. Dean spit up a little, but not enough to miss the burp cloth. When Dean was completely done, Sam carried him to the bathroom for a bath. Sam was grateful for the baby tub, it made it so much easier. He ran the water and checked the temperature on his wrist. Sam started taking off Dean's diaper, which was a difficult task, due to all the kicking Dean was doing.

'WTF? Sam what the hell are you doing? You had better put something on me to cover me up or I swear-' Dean thought.

SPLASH!

Sam was setting Dean in the lukewarm water and starting to bathe him. Dean formed his little mouth into a pout, showing he didn't like the bath.

"Sorry, buddy, but you reek. And it's probably from spitting up all over me." Sam said, rubbing baby soup over Dean, who giggled when he saw Sam's gigantic hand.

"Ahh, so you think my hand is funny? Or do you just like it because it's bigger than your head?" Sam asked, rinsing Dean off.

Dean touched Sam's hand with a tiny fist, and Sam uncurled it and put their palms together. Sam's hands were 10 times as big as Dean's. Dean was starting to fall asleep when Sam got him out of the bath and wrapped him in a towel. He carried him to the nursery and laid him on the changing table, grabbing a diaper, powder, lotion, and a footed sleeper. He dressed Dean quickly and wrapped him in a blue blanket. Dean let out a little yawn and snuggled into Sam's chest.

"Alright, baby boy, it's time to go to sleep." Sam whispered.

Dean yawned again and snuggled closer to Sam. His eyes started to shut and soon, he was making cute little snoring noises. Sam gently laid him in his crib, making sure Dean was still covered with the blanket. He turned off the light and walked out the door, keeping it open a little. Sam smiled and thought about how cute Dean was. Sam was actually so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Castiel pop in.

"Hello, Sam. Is Dean already in bed?" Castiel asked.

"Oh, hey Cass. Yeah, Dean's in bed. I gave him a bath and laid him down just a few minutes ago." Sam said.

"I hope he did not give you any trouble."

"None at all. He's an angel. And cute as a button."

"Buttons are cute?"

"It's a figure of speech. It means he's adorable."

"He is cute. John was right; Dean's the most adorable baby."

"Yep. I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed. Night."

"Goodnight, Sam."

Sam walked upstairs and crashed in one of the bedrooms. Castiel quietly walked into Dean's nursery and gave Dean a kiss on his forehead. Dean wiggled a little and just as Castiel got worried that Dean would wake up, Dean stopped moving and started making sucking motions with his mouth. Castiel giggled and walked out, leaving Dean to dream about whatever babies dream about.