Fic: Bath Time (The Deanosaur)
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majestic_duxkTitle: Bath Time
Rating: G
Pairing: Sabriel
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel
Warnings: fluff, schmoop, humour, little!dean,
Spoilers: none
Summary: Part 3 in the episodic adventures of little!Dean
~o~
“Sure you don’t want me to help you, kiddo?”
The glare he received in return was full of stubborn uncertainty. Bottom lip thrust out, and hands on hips completed the look.
“No, Gabe! Dean’s a big boy, ‘member?”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, and mentally added an eye roll. He just knew this was a taste of what teen Dean would be like. But for now he had the most adorable three year old in existence, glaring so he wouldn’t cry.
Because Gabe had agreed that Dean was a big boy. But that was more to do with him finishing his broccoli without complaining. Gagging, and a minor death scene, but no complaints.
Even as Dean had eaten the broccoli, shooting glances at Sammy’s plate after every mouthful (not at Gabriel’s, like he was going to eat a forest! There were much more earthy things he was willing to get his teeth into), he’ finally finished, plate clear of the dreaded green. Then, looking up from under his lashes, he’d asked, “’m I just like my Sammy now?”
Well. The only reason that Gabriel didn’t wrap Dean up in his arms, was because Sam had a longer reach and got there first.
“You are just like your Sammy.”
“So imma big boy now?”
Sam didn’t even stop peppering Dean’s heads with kisses.
“A very big boy! I can’t believe you ate all that without complaining!”
And that had only been the start.
He’d made sure he was at the door to go to playgroup. He’d even started putting on his shoes (he still didn’t have left and right quite sorted, but Gabe made sure he was there in case his little munchkin tripped). The toys were put away without complaint. Sometimes without being asked, and sure, it took hours as he stopped to play with each and every one of them - but he still did it.
He even went to bed without complaint - asked for three stories, two glasses of water, and then had to get up four times to go potty (and had been so tearful when he’d wet himself, but that was what night time pull ups were for) - but there had been no complaints.
It was, Gabriel now realised, all part of Dean’s cunning, master plan. He was doing all the big boy things, had constantly asked, and received confirmation that he was a big boy. And it had made his heart swell - Sam’s too.
And it was all leading up to this moment. Sighing, Gabriel gave in. Dean’s pronouncement that “Big boys take baths all by themselves, Gabe,” was too much. The kid sounded so long suffering. Gabriel would have smiled except leaving a three year old alone in a bathroom? What kind of parent would did that?
Gabriel. Of course Gabriel.
But not before running exactly one and a half inches of water in, and letting Dean add his chosen amount of bubble bath, which even by Gabriel’s standards was excessive, and then Gabriel added all the floaty toys he could.
Standing on tip toes, Dean looked into the bath, and his face lit up.
“I’s gonna have a big boy bath!”
God, the kid sounded so proud! Keeping his wobbling lip under control, Gabe helped Dean undress – how could a kid who couldn’t even undress himself properly be big enough to take a bath alone?!
Bravely, Gabe backed out, leaving the door open, but a naked Dean came running back, eyes big and hopeful.
“All by mys self, Gabe?”
Turning the latch so Dean couldn’t lock himself in, Gabriel pulled the door too, ready to take his vigil outside the door.
~o~
He hadn’t even lowered himself to the floor, when the door swung open, hitting the wall with a smash.
“Dean? You ok? What happened?”
Dean stared at the ground, before looking shyly up at Gabriel.
“Can’t get in. Help, please?”
It took a few moments before Gabriel realised. Nodding firmly, he lifted Dean up into his arms, walking over to the tub before lowering him down. Once Dean had his feet, Gabriel pulled up the bathroom stool, settling himself in.
He could read the argument on Dean’s face, but he was having none of it.
“You are my big boy Dean, but until you are big enough to get in the bath without my help, I’m in here too.”
Gabriel braced himself for a tantrum, as Dean considered a moment, flicking the water with his toes. He needn’t have worried though.
“More water, please, Gabe?”
Gabriel swished all the toys to the far end of the bath, sending his giggling boy with them.
“Whatever my big boy wants. Let’s get clean!”
Rating: G
Pairing: Sabriel
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel
Warnings: fluff, schmoop, humour, little!dean,
Spoilers: none
Summary: Part 3 in the episodic adventures of little!Dean
~o~
“Sure you don’t want me to help you, kiddo?”
The glare he received in return was full of stubborn uncertainty. Bottom lip thrust out, and hands on hips completed the look.
“No, Gabe! Dean’s a big boy, ‘member?”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, and mentally added an eye roll. He just knew this was a taste of what teen Dean would be like. But for now he had the most adorable three year old in existence, glaring so he wouldn’t cry.
Because Gabe had agreed that Dean was a big boy. But that was more to do with him finishing his broccoli without complaining. Gagging, and a minor death scene, but no complaints.
Even as Dean had eaten the broccoli, shooting glances at Sammy’s plate after every mouthful (not at Gabriel’s, like he was going to eat a forest! There were much more earthy things he was willing to get his teeth into), he’ finally finished, plate clear of the dreaded green. Then, looking up from under his lashes, he’d asked, “’m I just like my Sammy now?”
Well. The only reason that Gabriel didn’t wrap Dean up in his arms, was because Sam had a longer reach and got there first.
“You are just like your Sammy.”
“So imma big boy now?”
Sam didn’t even stop peppering Dean’s heads with kisses.
“A very big boy! I can’t believe you ate all that without complaining!”
And that had only been the start.
He’d made sure he was at the door to go to playgroup. He’d even started putting on his shoes (he still didn’t have left and right quite sorted, but Gabe made sure he was there in case his little munchkin tripped). The toys were put away without complaint. Sometimes without being asked, and sure, it took hours as he stopped to play with each and every one of them - but he still did it.
He even went to bed without complaint - asked for three stories, two glasses of water, and then had to get up four times to go potty (and had been so tearful when he’d wet himself, but that was what night time pull ups were for) - but there had been no complaints.
It was, Gabriel now realised, all part of Dean’s cunning, master plan. He was doing all the big boy things, had constantly asked, and received confirmation that he was a big boy. And it had made his heart swell - Sam’s too.
And it was all leading up to this moment. Sighing, Gabriel gave in. Dean’s pronouncement that “Big boys take baths all by themselves, Gabe,” was too much. The kid sounded so long suffering. Gabriel would have smiled except leaving a three year old alone in a bathroom? What kind of parent would did that?
Gabriel. Of course Gabriel.
But not before running exactly one and a half inches of water in, and letting Dean add his chosen amount of bubble bath, which even by Gabriel’s standards was excessive, and then Gabriel added all the floaty toys he could.
Standing on tip toes, Dean looked into the bath, and his face lit up.
“I’s gonna have a big boy bath!”
God, the kid sounded so proud! Keeping his wobbling lip under control, Gabe helped Dean undress – how could a kid who couldn’t even undress himself properly be big enough to take a bath alone?!
Bravely, Gabe backed out, leaving the door open, but a naked Dean came running back, eyes big and hopeful.
“All by mys self, Gabe?”
Turning the latch so Dean couldn’t lock himself in, Gabriel pulled the door too, ready to take his vigil outside the door.
~o~
He hadn’t even lowered himself to the floor, when the door swung open, hitting the wall with a smash.
“Dean? You ok? What happened?”
Dean stared at the ground, before looking shyly up at Gabriel.
“Can’t get in. Help, please?”
It took a few moments before Gabriel realised. Nodding firmly, he lifted Dean up into his arms, walking over to the tub before lowering him down. Once Dean had his feet, Gabriel pulled up the bathroom stool, settling himself in.
He could read the argument on Dean’s face, but he was having none of it.
“You are my big boy Dean, but until you are big enough to get in the bath without my help, I’m in here too.”
Gabriel braced himself for a tantrum, as Dean considered a moment, flicking the water with his toes. He needn’t have worried though.
“More water, please, Gabe?”
Gabriel swished all the toys to the far end of the bath, sending his giggling boy with them.
“Whatever my big boy wants. Let’s get clean!”
