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Dean froze when the slow shuffling sounds of an unsteady gait reached his ears. He looked around the kitchen area, his only weapon was the spatula in his hand and the open plan setup of this place meant he had no place to hide.
Cas was absorbed with something in the library and would be no help. Dean moved back slightly, hoping to blend into the refrigerator behind him as the creature ambled around the corner and into sight, its empty eyes scanning the room.
Dean silently cursed when his elbow hit the pepper grinder on the counter and sent it clattering to the ground. The little monster turned his way, its eyes lighting up when they landed on its quarry. Its chin was shiny and slick with the thick, clear viscous liquid that leaked continuously from its mouth that was now stretched into a grin, exposing the sharp front teeth.
A happy sound emitted from the little monster as it raised its arms and shambled towards Dean, who was now trapped in the corner.
“Huggles!”
Dean sighed, accepting his inevitable fate, as the small being closed the distance between them. He put down the spatula and crouched down, opening his arms.
“Okay, Jack, huggles.”
He picked the tiny boy up and squeezed him tightly. Jack giggled and wrapped his tiny arms around Dean's neck.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I’m never going to get dinner made if I have to keep stopping for cuddles,” Dean told the pint sized god.
He carried baby Jack out into the library and dumped him onto Castiel's lap, causing the toddler to scream his displeasure.
“Nooo! Huggles!” Jack wailed unhappily in Castiel's lap.
“Not for nothin’ Cas, I love these visits from Jack as much as the next guy, but the dude's God, why on earth would he toddlerize himself?” Dean asked, watching Jack try to struggle from Castiel's grip.
“I guess it’s because he never got to experience any of that. He was born a grown man into a dangerous world. Maybe he feels safe enough here to allow himself to be a vulnerable baby now,” Cas said, as he gripped the toddler deity.
“Yeah, but now he’s gotta deal with teething and drool and poopy diapers.”
“I think mostly we have to deal with that stuff, but he also gets love and care and…”
“Huggles!” Jack screamed, reaching for Dean.
“Yes, and huggles. And I’ve got to agree with Jack,” Cas said as he stood and closed the gap between him and Dean, “that you give the best huggles ever!”
Dean smiled and wrapped his arms around the two most special heavenly creatures in his life.
“Well, I guess if God thinks my hugs are the best, who am I to argue?”