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Raising the Winchesters

"Someone is hungry," the angel commented before he begun to feed his babies.


Sam cooed as he was being fed, eyes shining bright with love at his Daddy and brother.
 
Dean watched Sam eat. there was an innocence and softness to his expression, that Dean hadn't seen in a long time. It was very comforting.
 
After he finished feeding his little ones, and wiping the mess from their faces, the angel prepared himself for a possible tantrum and/or crying spell that he knew infants were capable of, not matter the size of their bodies.


"Will you two be alright with Uncle Gabriel babysitting? I must go shopping for supplies, and it is easier to have you both stay here at the moment," Cas gently but firmly informed.


Sam's face crumpled at hearing Daddy's words, but he kept dry eyes, he didn't want Dean to think lesser of him.
 
Dean pouted and huffed, not really liking that idea at all. But he knew that they needed things, so he accepted it, unhappily, of course.
 
Seeing the two begrudgingly agree to being okay for a bit, the angel sighed while getting them out of their highchairs, "I do not want to leave either, but I know you two will be good for Gabriel, yes?"


The taller baby nodded vigorously, he was going to be a good boy for Daddy. His brother did the same.


Giving each Winchester a kiss, Castiel was prepared to leave, right when Gabriel showed up.


Looking around, the archangel smirked, "Nice place you've got here, bro!" And seeing the two brothers, golden eyes sparkled.
 
Dean whimpered softly, and tried to hide himself, embarrassed about having Gabriel for a babysitter, but it's not like he really had a choice, though.
 
Frowning at his eldest trying to hide, Castiel gave him a quick, but comforting hug, "I will only be gone for a bit, Dean. In the mean time, look after Sam, okay? Gabriel can be a bit...eccentric."


Waving a theatrical hand, the shorter scoffed, "Hey! They'll be fine. Wasn't I the one that looked after you when you were born?"


Rolling his eyes at the archangel's statement, Cas said his goodbyes to his baby boys before leaving with a flap of his wings.


Sam sniffled at Daddy leaving, but quickly perked up when Gabriel scooped him into his arms, which was an interesting sight, given Sam's tall frame and Gabriel's rather shorter one. Sam's long legs kicked in the air and he giggled at his short Uncle.
 
Dean watched the scene with a keen eye, making sure Gabriel didn't drop his brother or try to hurt him in any way.
 
Adjusting the six-foot four little one in his arms, Gabriel grunted, "Holy cow, you're big, Sasquatch."


Sam giggled, liking their Uncle already. He was short and funny. Turning his head to see his brother, who was watching them with a keen eye, the taller squealed, "Dee!" meaning Sam wanted the older to play too.


Moving his head to see past the large torso in front of him, the archangel smiled, "Dean-o! Don't worry, I'm not gonna drop your brother. He's too cute to let go of."
 
Dean frowned and kept his eye on Gabriel, suspecting he was up to something. He was the trickster, after all. But Dean did want to play with Sam, if Gabriel ever put him back down.
 
Putting Sam down, as even though Gabriel was an archangel: a powerful being, carrying a six-foot four guy was hard.


Babbling on the floor, the taller Winchester crawled to his brother and patted his face, smiling brightly, a bit of drool dribbling down onto his onesie.
 
Dean smiled at Sam, and picked up a toy, offering it to him, with a soft coo, and a nod. He liked sharing with his brother, because it made him feel good, as he was doing the right thing.
 
Taking the toy, and cooing at his brother, Sam placed a wet, sloppy kiss on his brother's cheek. Dean was so nice and great to him, sharing the toys. It made the younger feel special. Babbling, Sam put the toy in his mouth and started to chew on it, covering it in drool.


Gabriel smiled warmly at the two. Like Cas, he enjoyed seeing the Winchesters just...relax and be innocent and carefree. With the mental-capacity of an infant, they didn't have to worry about anything.
 
Dean smiled at Sam, and picked up a toy, mocking him by chewing and drooling on it, too.


As Dean was playing, the pressure in his bowels kept increasing, resulting in him letting out gas every few minutes.
 
Giggling loudly at the sounds Dean's bottom made, Sam patted the floor with his free hand. Dean was silly.


The archangel raised a brow, and went to go grab the diaper supplies where Cas told him they'd be. He would need them soon, something in Gabriel's mind told him.
 
Dean whined, as he laid on his back, the pressure at its strongest. He looked up and saw Sam leaning forward to listen to his tummy churning. He tried to push him away, but he wouldn't move. Then it happened....Dean groaned as a huge, soft load came sliding out into the back of his diaper, turning it light brown. He sighed, feeling much better, squirming from the smelly warmth.
 
"Alright, kiddo. Let's get you changed," Gabriel chimed before changing Dean. The archangel secretly hoped the two actually liked him, knowing their relationship before all this: was rocky at best.
 
Dean whimpered and squirmed, kicking out at Gabriel during the diaper change. He didn't like the idea of someone other than Cas changing his diaper.
 
Dodging the flailing limbs, the archangel frowned, "Dean-o, I'm not trying to make this any harder. You gotta work with me."


Hearing the commotion from the changing, Sam crawled over to the pair and saw his brother squirming and kicking out at their babysitter. Sitting by Dean's head, Sam cooed comfortingly and patted the older's face. The younger really liked Gabriel, and wanted Dean to like him too.
 
Dean calmed down as soon as he felt Sam patting his face. As much as he hated it, he allowed Gabriel to finish up the diaper change with little fussing.
 
Looking up at Sam, the shorter gave him a grateful smile, "Thanks, Sasquatch."


Squealing happily at the thank-you, Sam nodded. He liked being helpful. And he knew how diaper changes could be tough, especially for Dean.
 
Dean, now in a clean diaper, sat up and crawled over to the couch, pulling himself up onto it, and sitting down.
 
Following his brother, the younger crawled to the couch, before sitting his bottom in front of it. Since he had troubles sitting up, it would be even harder for him to pull himself onto the couch so he could sit with Dean. Making grabby hands at his brother, Sam did his best rendition of the puppy dog eyes he knew no one could resist.


Going to make lunch, Gabriel left the living room and went to the kitchen. Maybe he could win Dean over with his cooking.
 
Eventually Sam was able to pull himself onto the couch, with his brother's help. Hugging the older, Sam cooed and nuzzled Dean, "Th-Thannks, Dee," he babbled.
 

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