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Usually Dean didn't care for Valentines Day, it usually being “Unattached Drifter Christmas,” where our favorite hunter would go through local bars and try to pick up women, having a fun night before leaving the next morning. It was casual, and the holiday in itself meant nothing.
But, of course, that had changed after Sam and Castiel started being his Daddies.
It was an easy slip, from adult headspace to little headspace. For most it isn’t, and that’s what Dean expected himself to be. That it’d take a while for him to get used to wearing diapers, talking like a little kid, and thinking like a little kid. Whole nine yards. All the rugged hunter had to do: was let go.
Going through their drawers of craft supplies, Dean searched endlessly until he found the bottle of red glitter glue he wanted. This card was going to be awesome.
Smiling to himself, Dean toddled his way back to his room, and sat down in front of his play table and opened his big box of crayons stacked on top. Picking out the right colors, the Winchester started to draw, humming along a simple tune, and holding his teddy bear named Jacob in his free hand...
Looking around the Bunker for their little boy, Sam paused in the doorway of his brother’s room and couldn't wipe the grin from his face when he saw Dean drawing something.
“Hey, Dean. Whatcha drawing?” the taller wondered, expression light and curious.
Jumping from the sudden voice, Dean instinctively covered his almost-completed card before getting to his feet and pushing Sam out of the doorway. “Yew can’t see yet! It secret.” the older defended, before closing his door and locking it firmly.
Blinking, Sam furrowed his brows before his features returned to normal and he made his way back to the library, where Castiel was seated in an armchair, fingers curled appreciatively around a book. Clear blue eyes scanned the old pages with interest, soaking up everything they could.
Standing behind the chair, Sam leaned forward and kissed the crown of the angel’s hair, feeling the softness press against his mouth. “Hey, Cas,” the hunter murmured as he pulled away, smiling softly to himself.
With Dean’s new-found “littleness”, came his and Cas’ relationship. It was slow to bloom, but eventually blossomed into a beautiful flower made to stay forever...
Albeit startled from the contact, the angel looked up from his book and blinked before his lips fell into a smile, “Hello, Sam. How is Dean doing?” Marking his page by folding the upper corner, Castiel set his book down on the table beside him.
“He’s doing alright, I think. Wouldn’t...uh, let me see what’s he drawing, though. Hope it’s nothing too bad,” Sam answered, eyes flicking back and forth between his lover and the hallway.
Furrowing his brow a bit, Castiel blinked those impossibly blue eyes before looking back up at Sam, “That is strange. Though I don’t believe Dean would draw anything inappropriate, he knows the consequences.”
Sam shrugged, not really knowing what else to say at the moment. A comfortable silence fell between the pair, and the taller took his seat beside Castiel’s, opening A Game of Thrones and soon becoming immersed in the realm of Westeros. Using his free hand, Sam slowly moved it to his partner’s, interlocking their fingers together.
The blue-eyed angel smiled softly behind his book, and threw a glance at Sam, who returned with the same gesture. Reading in peace for a while, the couple let themselves be pulled into the dusty pages and swirling stories inside...
Adding the final touches of his card: a few dabs of glitter glue and writing a few more words, Dean smiled to himself and hugged the present to his chest. His Daddies were going to love it.
Standing up on stiff legs, the green-eyed man soon made his way to the library where he knew Sam and Castiel would be.
Standing shyly in the doorway, dressed in his little boy clothes: a cute striped shirt with overalls over it, along with some comfortable socks on his feet, Dean looked down at the floor, card behind his back. He was starting to doubt his craft-making skills, and wondered if his Daddies would like it or not.
Having a feeling someone was nearby, both men looked up from their books and smiled softly at the sight of their little one. Setting their books aside, they rose from their chairs and walked to stand in front of Dean, genuinely wondering what he had behind him.
“Hey, buddy. Done with your project?” Sam asked.
Nodding, the older Winchester brought his gaze from the floor to the two standing in front of him. Smilingly slightly, Dean offered his card, “Here…”
Both men thanked Dean with a warm kiss on the forehead, along with a hug.
“Thanks, bud. It looks great,” Sam murmured, card still in his hand.
Castiel nodded, a small smile on his features, “Thank you, Dean.”
More, sweeter thank yous would be made later. Though for now, the card needed attention also:
A roughly cut piece of red construction paper, folded vertically, was soon taken by a pair of large hands. Sam smiled at the glittery heart that covered the front page, with Hapy Valuntine’s Day, Daddies! They’d have to work on little Dean’s spelling, it seemed.
Castiel soon peered over his partner to see the card and smiled warmly as Sam flipped to the next page, which then read: To Daddy Sammy and Daddy Cas: I lov yew both very much and yew are the bestest daddies ever. Yur always nice to me and never get mad at me, unless I a bad boy. From, Dean.
Different colored hearts in red, green, and blue surrounded the words in crayon, with large dots of glitter glue dabbed about. It was unperfectly perfect; like their family. Valentine’s Day had a strange way of being deeper than it seemed. And Dean looked forward to more of them.