AN: This is for Charming-Karma's suggestion! So thank you!
Dean and Cas are 37
"Dean please, just for the weekend," Sam begs on the other line of the phone.
"Sammy…" Dean starts.
"Come on, Z wants to see his two uncles… I promise you only have to watch him for one night."
"It's such short notice, man," he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Ya and it's our anniversary," Sam reminds him, "The only one we'll have before kid two comes!"
"Fine," Dean snaps, just so the kid would shut up. "There better be plenty of beer," he adds, "And fancy dinners on Mr. Hot-Shot lawyer."
"Yes, of course!" Sam enthuises, "Thank you guys so much! You're the best bro ever!"
"Yeah well don't you forget it, bitch."
"I won't, jerk," Sam chuckles, "See you tomorrow."
Dean hangs up shaking his head.
"Even over the phone you can't say no to him," Cas smirks from the counter in the kitchen.
"I know," he sighs, standing in between Cas's legs, "I could just feel the puppy eyes going," he smirks.
"It might be interesting," he offers, reaching for a cigarette as Dean stops him by locking their fingers together.
"You're more nervous then I am," Dean knowingly tells him, "And I thought you had no more packs in the house?"
"It's an emergency pack."
"This counts as an emergency?"
"Perhaps," Cas smiles, pulling Dean closer by the collar of his shirt and crushing their mouths together.
The next day they arrive at Sam and Jess's massive mansion of a house in a gated community. The couple where all ready dressed for their date and after a quick greeting and handing Z off to an awkward Castiel, they started to head out of the door.
"Wait what do you want us to do?" Dean calls after them, Cas struggling to hold the squirming toddler.
"Just give him a bath and tuck him in with a story," Sam calls unlocking the door to his silver prius.
"Great!" Dean closes the door, turning to Cas and their nephew, "Bath time," he announces, causing the toddler to death grip on to Cas.
"Ow," Cas glares at the child, "What did you do?" he looks at Dean.
Z starts to frown, at Castiel's harshness, "I sworry…" his lip trembles and damn if he doesn't look just like Sammy did at that age.
Dean takes the kid away from him and starts to head up the stairs, "Don't worry Z, uncle Cas is just a grumpy pants," he tickles him as Z starts to giggle like a maniac.
"Gumpy pants!" Z shouts through the laughter, Cas rolling his eyes as he heads up the stairs after them.
Once they get the kid out of his clothes for the bath, they spend the next thirty minutes chasing the naked runt all over creation, before wrestling him into the luke warm bath water.
"I wan bubbles!" Z shouts splashing Cas.
"You would have had bubbles, but the dissipated," Cas states flatly.
"Here, bubbles," Dean pours more liquid into the water as bubbles start to appear, Cas glares at Dean for undermining him as Z splashes even more throwing his scrubbing puppet into the water.
"Dwean, be the monster!" He instructs, as he zooms his toy boat through the bubbles, "Blam, Blam, Blam!" Z shouts, "You die now," he tells Dean.
"Ah oww…" Dean hams it up as he slips the puppet under the bubbles.
They miraculously get the kid cleaned up, but he wouldn't get out of the tub with out his froggy bathrobe.
"Fwroggy! Fwroggy!" Z chirped kicking and splashing.
"Ok ok, calm down," Dean hops up, "I'll be right back," he tells Cas before leaving.
"Dean," Cas calls before turning back to the terrible toddler in the tub, "Don't leave," he whispers under his breath.
"Why he weave?" A pair of worried brown eyes turn to him expectantly.
"He went to get froggy," he informs him as the child's eyes start to well up. "He'll be back, I promise," Cas adds helplessly.
Z starts to freak out, splashing and cry for Uncle Dean as Cas does what he can to try and calm him; but ends up just getting more and more wet and pelted with bathing toys. Finally, Dean reappears with the green towel robe and Z's little face brightens.
"What where you doing?" Dean glances at Cas, before scooping up the little kid and wrapping him in the robe. "You given your uncle a hard time?" he asks, as they leave the bathroom.
"No, we pwaying!" Cas hears Z reply.
Castiel stays in the bathroom, not hiding, as he cleans up the mess and drains the tub. He's starting to feel very uncomfortable as his soaked clothes cling to him. Dean wraps on the door, pushing it open as Cas straitens to his feet. They lock eyes, Cas starring daggers at the other man as Dean twinkles with humor.
"What happened?" Dean chuckles.
Cas rubs his head where one of the toys hit and checks the damage in the mirror, "I do not see the humor in this."
"I left you alone for two minutes and the kids freaking out and you went for a dip," he smirks.
"I was attacked."
"By a toddler," Dean supplies as he steps into the room, "My poor baby," he jests, rapping his arms around Cas's wet form.
"Shut up, he's an evil toddler," Cas breathes, "With projectiles," he glares at the bath tub.
"He's a sleep now."
"Small miracle," he narrows his eyes, stepping back so Dean doesn't get soaked as well, "Next time, I will get go."
"Come on let's get you changed, ya' creeper," he laughs as he leads the dark haired man out of the bathroom. "I knew you couldn't be left with children."
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