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Castiel smiled down at the baby as he squirmed in his arms. The baby was still fast asleep, his little nose wrinkling as he breathed.

Dean watched Cas smile, a grin spreading across his own face. At least the baby hadn't woken up again. The motel had grown dark, the only lights were those coming from passing cars. He switched on the light, making the little one twitch slightly in Cas' arms. Apparently he wasn't much of a deep sleeper.

'So er, Cas' he said, moving to sit on his bed. 'What are we gonna do now?'

The angel looked at him. 'I'm not sure' he offered. 'Look after him?'

Dean stared at him. 'You are joking, right?'

One look from Castiel told him he was deadly serious.

Suddenly the door was flung open again and Sam walked in, laden down with bags. He had clearly been shopping. Some of the bags were being stored in a baby carrier, which he had tucked under one arm.

'I figured you two were hardly gonna go out again tonight, and the baby would need some stuff.' He explained, dumping the load on the bed.

Dean rifled through it. He pulled out nappies, creams, clothes, bottles, formula milk. All the things a baby would need.

'Now, I talked to the lady in the shop, and she said just trust your instinct. Feed him when he cries, wind him after. Just make sure you keep hold of his neck, cos he can't hold his head up yet.'

Dean stared at him. 'What the hell did you tell her?'

Sam grinned. 'That my brother and his partner had just acquired a baby. Him and his male partner' he smirked. 'She did the usual "awws" and just gave me the information. She was very helpful.'

Dean gaped at him. 'Thanks, Sammy. You're a wonder' he said sarcastically.

'I know' Sam bowed. 'Bobby's out front; he wanted to come in, but I said not to. Don't want to crowd the baby'

'Sam!' Dean reached to grab his brother, but Sam had already run from the room.

Castiel watched him go. 'That was nice of him' he stated. Dean groaned and flumped down on the bed.

'He was being a bitch' he sighed, putting his arm over his face. Cas carefully placed the baby into the baby carrier, having cleared out the bags and gently lay down on the bed next to Dean. Dean looked at him sideways.

'It'll be alright, Dean.' Assured the angel, kissing Dean lightly.

Dean sighed again. 'Will it? His parent's are dead, Cas. And they're not coming back'

Cas frowned and sat up. He looked at the baby thoughtfully for a few moments before looking back down at Dean with a determined look in his eyes.

'Well, we're going to have to be his parents. For now'

Dean sat up, putting his arm around Cas and looking at the baby, who, he had to admit, did look very cute in his bright blue carrier.

'We'd better get started then.'

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'-Dean, I'm sure you're not supposed to do that'

'-Dean, you have to hold his legs up!'

'-No, Dean, the nappy's supposed to go under him-'

'-Dean!'

'-Fine Cas! You do it!

Dean threw down the nappy and stood backwards. He had just spent the last ten minutes trying unsuccessfully to put a clean nappy on the baby. He had managed to get the old one off alright, and clean him up, but the little tyke just wouldn't stop squirming. Plus he'd already had to jump out the way because the little rugrat aimed his fireman's hose at him.

He watched as Castiel gently took both the little boy's legs in one of his hands, and lift him up to put the nappy under his bottom. Soon after that, the angel had the nappy fastened and the little one was sitting happily gargling, looking up at Cas with his big eyes.

'Your a real daddy's boy aren't you' laughed Dean. He stopped. Did I just say that?

He looked over at Cas and found with relief and a slight sense of annoyance, that the angel hadn't even been listening to him. He was too busy tickling the baby's little tummy, making him squeal and laugh.

The little boy, now happily changed into a clean nappy and a blue baby-gro, lay on the changing mat Sam had brought and gazed sleepily up at them. He started to fall asleep, his little eyes drooping. He woke up with a start, a concentrated look on his face.

His face got redder and redder and Dean had a sneaking suspicion he knew what was about to happen.

Nevertheless, he and Castiel leaned forward and then, just as Dean suspected, the baby let out another earth-shattering scream and dissolved into tears again.

Dean jumped back, clamping a hand over his ears.

Cas simply stood watching the baby cry, a mildly curious expression on his face.

'Now what's wrong with him?' Dean asked. 'We changed him, didn't we?'

Castiel looked behind him, at the bags on the bed, before returning his gaze to the screaming baby.

'I believe he's hungry, Dean.' He said simply.

Dean spun around and caught sight of the baby formula milk.

'Oh, great' he groaned. Growing up, he had never really had to feed Sam his milk; just looked after him when he was on solids. He didn't remember the last time he had fed a baby without someone there with him.

'How the hell are we gonna do that?'

He only hoped their were instructions.

Coming up- Milk Wars!

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