[Fiction] Hush Little Baby

Dean didn’t think he’d ever sat still for this long ever. He had never really been a patient guy, and he always had too much energy to sit and do nothing for too long a period of time. However, right now, he was stretched out on his back on the couch, with Maddie sitting on his chest, and he hadn’t moved from that spot in just over an hour. That wasn’t what was bothering him, though—what was bothering him was the fact that he was perfectly okay with that. In fact, he was even better than okay.

It could even be said that Dean was happy.

She was just getting to around the age where she could push herself up and have her arms support her torso. She was sitting on his chest, pushing herself up and looking around as she did, eyes wandering over the scenery in the living room, before her elbows gave out on her and she flopped back down against his chest again, sitting up just enough to keep her head up, and her hands flailed against his chest, smacking it lightly, before looking up at him with a baby grin. Dean just smirked back at her before shifting, sliding lower so that she was a bit higher up than he was.

“Yeah, look at you.”

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