Imagine Winchester's

Talking to Baby- Dean

Event: Pregnancy Alphabet

Title: Talking to Baby

Character: Dean

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Dean leaned against the door jam sipping his morning coffee. He watched as the love of his life, the mother of his baby boy, ran around the living room trying to pick up any and all clutter.

Family was due to come over and he wanted nothing more than to help her, but her need of being in control was taking its toll on her.

“Y/N, baby,” he sighed, looking down at the cup in his hand.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes and put the cup down. Charging over to her, he snatched the papers that she held from her hand.

“The hell, Dean!?”

“Baby, listen to me, I know you're trying to get things done, but you won't let Sam or me help you,” he caressed her bare arms.

“Pssft, that's not tru-”

“You barked at Sammy this morning and scared the piss outta him,” Dean interrupted.

Her face fell as she lifted her hands to run them through her hair,” I'm sorry,”

“I know, Sweetheart. I know,” he pulled her into a hug.

“What do you want me to do?”

All energy she seemed to have had was sapped from her.

“Well for one, you need to shower,”

“I don't stink!” Y/N protested, lifting her arm and sniffing.

She gagged, making Dean chuckle, “You were saying?”

“I will after I feed Munchkin,”

“Ah, ah, ah! No, I got him. You go relax. We need some man time anyways,”

“De-” he silenced her with a kiss.

She smiled when he pulled back a fraction, “You play dirty,”

“And you like it dirty,” he grinned, giving her a wink.

Dean sighed as she went down the hall. Looking at his watch, his boy would be up at any minute to eat.

Sam greeted Dean as he went into the kitchen, “Y/N okay?”

“Peachy. She shouldn't growl at you again today,”

Sam shuddered, “She was pretty scary,”

“We gank all sorts of shit and Y/N riled up is what gets us,” Dean said, shaking his son's bottle.

“Right,” Sam laughed, shaking his head.

On cue, the wail of a hungry baby echoed up the hall.

Sam clapped Dean on the shoulder, “Go feed the Hulkster and I'll finish up the cleaning,”

In the nursery, the four month old baby boy lay kicking and screaming in his crib.

“I'm comin’ my man. I'm comin’,” Dean cooed.

Dean went about the routine of changing his son's diaper, getting a burp cloth from the shelf on the changing table, and scooping him up along with the bottle.

The baby's cries were lower and more like a whine now that his bottom was dry.

As soon as Dean pressed the bottle to the baby's pouty lips, he latched on and began to eat with deep, noisy slurps.

“Ease up now, son.” Dean said, softly.

The baby did. Taking a tightly closed fist, he opened his hand and gripped on the edge of his Daddy's flannel.

Dean smiled down at his son, amazed at how frickin’ adorable he was.

“Ya know, you gotta give your Momma a rest. She hasn't been taking care of herself enough… That's how she is though; always lookin’ out for others,” Dean began to gently rock in the chair.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw your Momma?” he asked, “I probably have, but my man, it is worth telling a million times,”

The baby watched him as his slowed down his eating.

“She stitched me up and bitched me out at the same time… Don't tell her I cussed,”

Dean gently pulled the bottle from the baby and sat him up to burp him. When he let out a large burp, Dean laughed, rubbing the baby's back, “That's my boy. Like a true Winchester,”

Situating him, he gave him back the bottle and continued with his story, “Now your Momma was one tough cookie to crack, but when I did, the smile she gave me; I swear it could light up the whole damn earth,”

Y/N knocked on the door, clean and looking more relaxed.

“Hey Baby,” Dean smiled.

“Mind if I come in?”

“What do ya say? Should we let Mommy in?”

Both parents laughed when the baby began to wildly kick his legs. Y/N entered the nursery and gave Dean a quick kiss.

“You smell better,” he teased, earning him a smack to the shoulder.

“Ouch! You see how she treats me?”

“Zip it, Winchester!”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows, “Ooo, I like it when you get all bossy,”

Y/N snorted as she sat down at Dean's feet, “So what are you boys talkin’ about?”

“You and the first time we met,”

“Again?” She laughed.

“See? That right there is what I'm talking about!” Dean gave her a wink as he continued on with his story.

Once the baby had finished eating, he was ready for some snuggles. Dean rubbed his back as he rocked the chair, humming an old rock ‘n roll classic tune to lull their baby boy to sleep.

It was times like these that made Dean glad that he had waited until Y/N came along to start a family. He wouldn't have it any other way.