Laran and Tisha
Castiel winced at the shrill cry of the infant. Dean was a few months old now and the child's cry was still piercing to the angel. During the time he'd been with the family, he'd learned to discern the types of cries the baby gave: hungry, bored, in pain, scared, and bodily needs. The one the angel hated...dirty diapers.
The heavenly defender had faced all sorts of things during his long life but never had he come across anything so...foul in stench as this. Merciful Father, it could be used in warfare against the demonic legions!
Mary was on the telephone in the kitchen talking to John at the mechanic shop. Castiel knew he could take on angelic form and change the diaper but he was not sure if Dean could handle his form. He heard a whisper from Father telling him to tend his charge. The angel groaned.
"And what of the child? He cannot handle me in my true state," he told his parent. In truth, he didn't want to do this and mentally begged Mary to get off of the communication device to tend to her child.
"The child is important, Castiel. He will be more important than his brother. He will have great sin his life, but love and self sacrifice will save him. At this point, he is an innocent. Innocents can see angelic forms and not be harmed. Tend the child, Castiel. He is your charge for life. He will not know you yet, but one day he will.
Blue eyes turned skyward. "And his mother will not suspect when she finds her son in a fresh diaper?" He knew of Mary's background.
"His mother believes in angels, Castiel. She tells him every night that angels watch over him because she believes in you. She knows that a demon would not change him. Let her know her son is guided and protected. And if it helps you any, you can use this story one day to silence his big mouth."
Castiel said nothing more, materializing into a more corporeal form so that he could manipulate the squalling infant. It didn't take long before he had the 'onsie' off of the squirming baby and opened the diaper to remove it. Ancient Enochian flowed from him as the stench wafted up, making his eyes water.
The baby’s hazel eyes turned almost green as a calmness overcame him. One small hand grabbed an angelic finger and tried to pull it into a mouth where young Dean could chew on it and ease the pain of teeth breaking through his gums. Castiel had never had his finger gnawed on by anyone in any form. He stood mouth open, his eyes wide, as the stench made them water, but the mouth gumming his finger stopped all movement.
"What in Heaven's name are you doing, little one?" Ok..diaper wasn't even changed but Dean seemed to think he was some sort of..food?
Dean’s legs kicked in the air and he squealed around the mouth full of finger. Castiel finally pulled it out of the baby’s mouth and went to work on the diaper.
The little boy pouted at having his 'treat' removed and sniffed, giving the angel puppy dog eyes.
Castiel stopped changing the diaper and stared at the begging eyes. He shook his head.
"Father told me you would have a lot of sin in your life, Dean. If you keep staring like that, women are in trouble. Do not chase after the fairer sex, Dean. They can hurt you."
The baby simply cooed at him in answer to the angel's comment. His little hands reached out, grabbing at the diaper.
The angel ducked as a small handful of baby poop almost hit his face. The baby squealed in delight. An angelic head lifted from below the crib.
"Should you have that good an aim at your age, Dean?"
The baby simply squealed again, waving dirty hands at the angel. The eyes were full of love and mischief.
Castiel smiled, but had a sense of foreboding. This one was going to be a charmer, but a deadly one. He thought back over his past, trying to figure out what he had done wrong to be placed in this position.
The angel managed to get the squirming baby cleaned up and into a fresh diaper before anything else could happen. "Why do I have a feeling you are going to be one massive headache in the future, young one?"
He lifted the young boy and held him against his shoulder, feeling the young heartbeat. Suddenly young Dean Winchester belched and spit up all over the angelic form. Castiel swore he heard Father’s laughter in the distance, but thought he had to be mistaken.
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