https://www.tumblr.com/andy-15-07/817706754978758656/you-were-babies
I need dean meeting baby Maxwell or babysitting her
Dean and the Art of Babysitting
Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Reader
Dean had a terrible feeling this was going to become one of those nights he would remember forever.
Not because anything was wrong. Quite the opposite, actually. Beau and Y/N were out on a long-overdue date, Daniella was safe, fed, and currently sitting cross-legged on the living room rug with a marker in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other like she was running a very important business meeting.
The problem was that she had discovered a new phrase.
“Uncle Dean,” she said, without looking up, “I need the blue crayon.”
Dean, who was standing at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee he no longer needed, glanced over. “It’s on the table.”
She pointed dramatically at him. “Bring it.”
He laughed under his breath and picked it up anyway. “Yes, ma’am.”
Daniella accepted the crayon with great seriousness and immediately added another pink triangle to whatever masterpiece she had decided to create. Then she looked up at him again, eyes bright.
Dean narrowed his eyes. “You just ate snacks.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“It was twenty minutes ago.”
She gasped like he had insulted her personally. “I am growing.”
He looked toward the ceiling for patience. “You are four.”
That was how it had been for the past hour. Uncle Dean this. Uncle Dean that. Uncle Dean can you open this. Uncle Dean can you help me. Uncle Dean can you sit here. Uncle Dean can you look at this. It should have been annoying, but somehow it was not. Mostly it just made him feel weirdly honored, like he had been given a title he had never earned and somehow desperately wanted to keep.
He crouched beside her. “What are you drawing?”
Daniella turned the page toward him. “Us.”
She nodded. “Me, you, Mama, and Daddy.”
He leaned in closer. There were four very small stick figures, one of them apparently him because it had the biggest eyebrows he had ever seen in his life.
“That one is me?” he asked.
Daniella nodded proudly. “Yes. Because you have big eyebrows.”
“I do not have big eyebrows.”
She stared at him. “You do.”
Dean put a hand to his chest. “That’s slander.”
He laughed, then sat down on the floor beside her. She immediately scooted closer, pleased with herself, and pointed at the drawing again.
“That’s Mama,” she said, tapping the figure with long hair. “And that’s Daddy. He is tall.”
“And that’s me,” she added. “I am small.”
“You are the smallest, yes.”
She looked satisfied with this answer and then, after a second, leaned against his arm. “Uncle Dean?”
He blinked. “That is true.”
That one landed a little harder than the others.
Dean looked at her for a second, then softened. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” she said seriously. “You are very nice.”
For a moment he did not know what to say, which was rare enough that he should have probably been concerned. Before he could recover, she tilted her head and added, “Mama says you are like a big brother.”
Dean snorted. “I hope she said that in a nice way.”
Daniella considered it. “She said it like you are family.”
There it was again. That strange warm feeling in his chest.
Dean reached over and lightly booped her nose. “Well, that sounds about right.”
She giggled and then immediately sat up straighter. “Uncle Dean, can you build a tower?”
She pointed to the blocks scattered across the rug. “Those.”
“You have to make it very tall.”
Dean picked up two blocks and stacked them. “Like this?”
“No,” Daniella said, scandalized. “That is tiny.”
He built another layer. She watched him with the intensity of a tiny supervisor, judging every move like he was on a probationary period. When he finally made the tower tall enough to satisfy her, she gasped.
“Thank you,” Dean said, sitting back on his heels. “That was a masterpiece.”
She stared at it for one more second, then reached out and knocked it over.
Dean stared at the pile of blocks in silence.
Daniella looked at him, perfectly serious. “Again.”
He laughed so hard he had to lean his head against the couch. “You did that on purpose.”
She smiled in a way that was far too much like Beau’s. “Maybe.”
He pointed at her. “That is an evil smile.”
At that exact moment, the front door opened.
Daniella sprang to her feet so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. “MAMA! DADDY!”
Beau and Y/N stepped inside, both looking warm and slightly flushed from the cold night air. Beau had one hand on Y/N’s waist, a stupidly happy smile on his face, and Y/N looked like she was trying not to laugh already.
Before either of them could say anything, Daniella launched herself straight at Beau.
Beau caught her easily and grinned. “Hey, bug. Did you survive Uncle Dean?”
Daniella nodded with grave importance. “Yes.”
Dean, who was still sitting on the rug amid the blocks, lifted a hand. “Barely.”
Y/N laughed. “She behaved?”
Dean and Beau both answered at the same time.
Y/N’s eyebrows lifted. “That sounds promising.”
Daniella wriggled free from Beau’s arms and ran back to Dean, grabbing his hand. “Uncle Dean helped me with the tower and read the bunny book and gave me juice.”
Dean looked at Beau and Y/N like he expected that to be enough of a report.
But Daniella was not done.
Dean gave a small nod. “Correct.”
Beau’s expression softened immediately, and Y/N’s face did too. Daniella turned to them like she was delivering a final verdict.
“And he is my best uncle.”
Beau barked out a laugh. “Your best uncle?”
Daniella nodded fiercely. “Yes.”
Dean looked offended on purpose. “Excuse me?”
She pointed at him. “You are the only uncle.”
“That is a very good point,” Y/N said, fighting a smile.
Dean stood slowly, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. “I feel deeply betrayed by this ranking system.”
Daniella seemed to think this over. Then she marched over, wrapped both tiny arms around his leg, and announced, “You are my best forever.”
Then he looked down at her, totally undone in the quietest way, and said, “Yeah?”
She nodded against him. “Yes.”
Beau was grinning now, watching the whole thing with that soft, helpless look he only got when his daughter was being especially adorable. Y/N crossed the room and kissed Daniella’s forehead.
“Did you have fun with Uncle Dean?”
Daniella nodded enthusiastically. “He let me have two snacks.”
Dean pointed at her. “One of those was fruit.”
She ignored him. “And he built a tower.”
“And knocked it down,” Dean said.
“And he is funny,” she repeated, as if it were the most important detail of all.
Beau looked at Dean with obvious amusement. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
Dean glanced between them, then down at the little girl still attached to his leg. “So, I’m guessing I passed the babysitting test?”
Daniella looked up at him in horror. “Test?”
Beau laughed. “Don’t tell her there was a test.”
“There was not a test,” Y/N said quickly.
Dean looked at Daniella and crouched so he was eye level with her. “No test. Just a very important night.”
She studied him carefully, then nodded. “You did good.”
Dean leaned back on his heels and gave up trying to pretend he was unaffected. “Thanks, kid.”
Beau stepped in beside Y/N, one arm sliding around her shoulders. “We owe you dinner.”
Dean looked at him. “You owe me a nap.”
“You got one,” Y/N said, amused.
“I was emotionally taxed.”
“By a four-year-old with crayons?”
Dean pointed toward Daniella. “She’s a menace.”
Daniella gasped. “Uncle Dean!”
He immediately softened. “A very cute menace.”
Beau shook his head, laughing as he lifted her into his arms. “Come on, bug. Let Uncle Dean survive his night in peace.”
Daniella wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck but kept looking back at Dean. “Bye, Uncle Dean.”
Dean raised a hand. “Bye, kid.”
She thought for a moment, then added, “You can come again.”
Dean smiled before he could stop himself. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “You are my best forever.”
Beau and Y/N both went quiet at that, and for a second the whole room seemed to soften around the edges.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed in the way that always happened when feelings got too close. “Okay,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s enough cute words for one night.”
Y/N laughed and tucked herself closer to Beau. “You are so dramatic.”
“I learned from you people.”
Beau kissed Daniella’s hair and then looked at Dean with a grin. “Thanks, man.”
Dean shrugged like it was nothing, though the smile on his face gave him away. “Anytime.”
Daniella lifted her little hand and waved. “Bye, Uncle Dean.”
He waved back. “Bye, boss.”
And as Beau carried her down the hall toward her room and Y/N followed behind them, still smiling, Dean stood there in the soft quiet of the apartment with a few scattered blocks at his feet and the very clear feeling that he had just been promoted to a role he would guard with his life.
