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Dean picks you up and starts walking to your little room. You had just finished breakfast and managed to get more of your food on your clothes than in your mouth. He sets you on the changing table.
"Alright, baby boy, what do you want to wear today, since you got your other clothes dirty." He asks in the sweetest voice ever. You giggle, you could be called an artist with how well your food art came out on your clothes.
"Hmm..shorts n...daddy's shirt!" Dean softly chuckles at the fact you want his shirt to wear for the day, but he can't say no to his prince.
"Alright, let's get you dressed then, my prince." He gets out your, favorite, shorts and walk back over to where you are at the changing table. He starts taking off your pyjamas. He's about to turn to get your shorts but he stops when he sees...red? He turns back around and looks and...oh yeah. Those are cuts.
"Baby boy, what are these?" He tries to keep his voice calm and not show how worried he is. You look down, having forgotten what you did, and look at your cuts. You shy away, ashamed.
"I'm not mad, baby, I just want to know what happened." You look back at him, hesitantly, then look back down.
"P..pinky pwomise..?" You say, holding up your pinky finger but not looking at him.
"Pinky promise." He says as he interlocks both of your pinkies. You sniffle, tears were starting to build.
"Otay...I..I was feelin' sad n..I thought tis would help me...I sorry daddy.." You say, tears are now coming down. Dean pulls you into a hug.
"It's okay, baby boy, I'm not mad, I promise I'm not mad. I would never be mad at something like this, okay?" You nod. Dean holds you for a while longer, then pulls away and looks at you.
"I love you, you're my little prince. You're my world, okay? I love you to bits. If there's anything you need, you know I'll be there, right?" You nod again. He hugs you again, a short one.
"Okay, I'm going to go get some stuff to clean this up then we can finish getting dressed, sound good?" You nod. Dean exits the room with a kiss to your forehead. He goes to the bathroom and gets out sanitary wipes and bandaids, Snoopy themed. He comes back into the room and sets the supplies next to you. He opens the sanitary wipes and you squirm.
"It's not going to hurt, I promise." You shake your head. "I need to clean it because if I don't then it's going to get infected and it's going to feel icky." You think about this for a moment. You don't want to feel icky. You nod slowly. Dean goes to wipe your cuts and...oh, it wasn't that bad. Daddy was right; it doesn't hurt. Dean finishes wiping your cuts and opens the bandaids. He sticks on 4 bandaids; 3 horizontal and 1 vertical. He kisses your boo-boo better then gets your shorts.
"You're so brave, baby boy, so brave. My brave little prince." He gets your shorts on then picks you up.
"Alright, let's go get my shirt like you wanted." You giggle, excited to be in your daddy's shirt. He walks to your shared room and sets you on his bed then opens his drawer.
"Okay, baby boy, which shirt do you want to wear?" He holds up his, very old and worn, AC/DC shirt, a plain black shirt, a grey shirt, and a navy blue shirt.
"Mmm...dat one!" You point to the Scooby-Doo shirt that is still in his drawer. Dean chuckles softly but gets it out for you. He walks over and helps you put it on. It's big and hangs at the middle of your thigh. You lift up your arms to be picked up and Dean does.
~Sometime Later~
You sit on Dean's lap, peacefully eating ice cream. You sway a bit since you're not entirely on Dean's lap, and Dean's hand lands on your upper thigh where your cuts are, apply a bit fo pressure to keep you put but it hurts.
"Ow!" Dean goes worried.
"What happened, baby? Does your tooth hurt? Stomach hurt?" He asks frantically. You shake your head and look down at where Dean's hand is. Dean follows your gaze and realizes what happened.
"Oh..baby..I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I'll try my absolute best to keep that in mind." You nod, a silent forgiveness.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah baby?"
"Am I bad because I did dat?"
"No, of course not...you'll never be bad or punished for doing that, never." Dean hugs you tight and you hug him back. You can't help but think that they look kinda like shooting stars. Like the ones you have above your bed.