Domestic Troubles pt. 2
Getting the basket and the screaming child inside the house wasn't hard. Sam put the basket on the dining room table and Dean pulled the letter off. "Hey there little guy," Sam said, trying to sound like he knew what he was doing. The baby looked over at him but continued to scream, it's little arms flailing in the air.
"Please, take care of my baby, as I cannot. His name is Castiel," Dean read out loud, and Sam looked up at him.
"Seriously? Just, please take care of my baby? What kind of person does that anymore?"
"I don't know," Dean said. "What do we do with him?"
"I guess, we have to take him somewhere tomorrow." Sam turned back at Castiel and then finally reached in, picking him up and bringing him over to his chest, one hand under the baby's head, the other supporting his ass, like he'd seen on television.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, watching him curiously.
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"Trying to calm him down," Sam said. "I think you... bounce him?" Holding Castiel close, Sam lightly started bouncing him in his arms. It didn't make things better, and when Sam's hand moved he felt the diaper squish in his hand. "Oh... oh this is gross. I think he needs changed."
"Well I'm not doing it," Dean said, holding up his hands. "I'm a man, you're the woman in this relationship."
"Dean," Sam frowned. "That's just... you're crazy." But Dean had work in the morning and Sam could screw up his sleep schedule as much as he needed to. "Go back to bed, I'll see if I can't figure out what to do with baby Castiel here."
"That's too long of a name," Dean said, looking over at Sam and Castiel. "You're Cas!" he said, and the baby caught Dean's eyes and howled at him. "I don't care if you don't like it."
Sam held Castiel close and started rooting through the blankets in the basket. "If you aren't going to go, can you help me look for a change of diapers?"
As Dean began looking, Sam placed Castiel on the table, starting to unwrap him. There were more layers than he expected and when he finally got to the last bit he realized how incredibly tiny this child was. "Dean, this can't be more than a month or two old, he's way too small."
"Here," Dean said, offering Sam a diaper. "And there were wipes and this powder stuff too."
"Great, I think I'm going to need all of that." Carefully, Sam started peeling the diaper off of Castiel, but he kept flailing his arms around. "Is there a toy or something? Or could you occupy him?"
"Occupy him? Like what?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows and looking for all the world like he was about to start crying himself and flailing his arms around. Sam snickered and pointed at Castiel's face.
"Like, sing, or talk or grab his hands and wiggle them a little bit. Pretend for a moment that you're a father. What'd you do with me?" Sam asked, suddenly realizing that Dean should have more experience than he did with this whole taking care of baby thing.
"Oh," Dean looked down at Castiel. "Well then," he leaned down and made farting noises at him. "Hey there, pft, pft."
Shaking his head, Sam managed to open the diaper and he looked away. "Oh, that reeks," he said, breathing through his mostly closed mouth.
"It's not bad," Dean said. "Your farts are worse." He grinned up at Sam and then looked back to Castiel. "Isn't that right, huh? Huh? Yeah, Sammy's farts stink worse than baby poop."
Putting the messy diaper to one side, Sam started pulling out the toweletts and did his best to clean up Castiel. This was much worse than he'd expected, and even though he'd been thinking he might want kids someday, this was not that day.
The rest of the procedure went fairly well, and by the time Castiel was wrapped up in his blankets once more, he was a very calm boy, watching the two of them with very wide, very blue, eyes. Sam gently rocked him in his arms and looked over at Dean. "Now what do we do?"
"No clue, but I've got to get to sleep or I'm not going to be okay at work tomorrow."
Shaking his head, Sam motioned for Dean to head back up to the bedroom. "Go, go, I'll deal with little Cas on my own. I think that's normal at any rate."
"What's normal?" Dean frowned.
"One of the parents always end up with baby duty." Sam grinned even though he wasn't sure what he was going to do.
"Do you want me to -" but Dean didn't get to say anything else.
"I said get out of here, go get sleep, go, go, or I'll shoot your ass," Sam laughed.
"Hey, you're holding a baby, watch what you say in front of him!" Dean laughed as well, heading up the stairs. "Come to bed when you can?" he called over his shoulder.
"Don't wait up."
"Please, take care of my baby, as I cannot. His name is Castiel," Dean read out loud, and Sam looked up at him.
"Seriously? Just, please take care of my baby? What kind of person does that anymore?"
"I don't know," Dean said. "What do we do with him?"
"I guess, we have to take him somewhere tomorrow." Sam turned back at Castiel and then finally reached in, picking him up and bringing him over to his chest, one hand under the baby's head, the other supporting his ass, like he'd seen on television.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, watching him curiously.
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"Trying to calm him down," Sam said. "I think you... bounce him?" Holding Castiel close, Sam lightly started bouncing him in his arms. It didn't make things better, and when Sam's hand moved he felt the diaper squish in his hand. "Oh... oh this is gross. I think he needs changed."
"Well I'm not doing it," Dean said, holding up his hands. "I'm a man, you're the woman in this relationship."
"Dean," Sam frowned. "That's just... you're crazy." But Dean had work in the morning and Sam could screw up his sleep schedule as much as he needed to. "Go back to bed, I'll see if I can't figure out what to do with baby Castiel here."
"That's too long of a name," Dean said, looking over at Sam and Castiel. "You're Cas!" he said, and the baby caught Dean's eyes and howled at him. "I don't care if you don't like it."
Sam held Castiel close and started rooting through the blankets in the basket. "If you aren't going to go, can you help me look for a change of diapers?"
As Dean began looking, Sam placed Castiel on the table, starting to unwrap him. There were more layers than he expected and when he finally got to the last bit he realized how incredibly tiny this child was. "Dean, this can't be more than a month or two old, he's way too small."
"Here," Dean said, offering Sam a diaper. "And there were wipes and this powder stuff too."
"Great, I think I'm going to need all of that." Carefully, Sam started peeling the diaper off of Castiel, but he kept flailing his arms around. "Is there a toy or something? Or could you occupy him?"
"Occupy him? Like what?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows and looking for all the world like he was about to start crying himself and flailing his arms around. Sam snickered and pointed at Castiel's face.
"Like, sing, or talk or grab his hands and wiggle them a little bit. Pretend for a moment that you're a father. What'd you do with me?" Sam asked, suddenly realizing that Dean should have more experience than he did with this whole taking care of baby thing.
"Oh," Dean looked down at Castiel. "Well then," he leaned down and made farting noises at him. "Hey there, pft, pft."
Shaking his head, Sam managed to open the diaper and he looked away. "Oh, that reeks," he said, breathing through his mostly closed mouth.
"It's not bad," Dean said. "Your farts are worse." He grinned up at Sam and then looked back to Castiel. "Isn't that right, huh? Huh? Yeah, Sammy's farts stink worse than baby poop."
Putting the messy diaper to one side, Sam started pulling out the toweletts and did his best to clean up Castiel. This was much worse than he'd expected, and even though he'd been thinking he might want kids someday, this was not that day.
The rest of the procedure went fairly well, and by the time Castiel was wrapped up in his blankets once more, he was a very calm boy, watching the two of them with very wide, very blue, eyes. Sam gently rocked him in his arms and looked over at Dean. "Now what do we do?"
"No clue, but I've got to get to sleep or I'm not going to be okay at work tomorrow."
Shaking his head, Sam motioned for Dean to head back up to the bedroom. "Go, go, I'll deal with little Cas on my own. I think that's normal at any rate."
"What's normal?" Dean frowned.
"One of the parents always end up with baby duty." Sam grinned even though he wasn't sure what he was going to do.
"Do you want me to -" but Dean didn't get to say anything else.
"I said get out of here, go get sleep, go, go, or I'll shoot your ass," Sam laughed.
"Hey, you're holding a baby, watch what you say in front of him!" Dean laughed as well, heading up the stairs. "Come to bed when you can?" he called over his shoulder.
"Don't wait up."