"Huh, what?" Dean groaned and realized he was holding both of them. He didn't even realize he fell asleep. He was still holding John in his arms, but he was crying. Slowly, he got up while he held onto him and leaned back against the couch. Rubbing his eyes, he watched as Sol looked around the apartment for a diaper. Looking down at his son, he gave a little smile and the boy seemed to calm down a little. "Yeah, you know who your daddy is, huh?" He said quietly before getting up altogether and walking toward his and Solvei's bedroom. "I think there's a bag of somethin' by the closet," he mentioned and headed that way.
Carefully he laid John down on their bed and turned around, grabbing the bag of diapers, along with the wipes. Dean rolled his eyes when Solvei started mentioning, or you know, what he liked to call nagging him about being careful with the baby. Like he didn't know how to handle a baby. Alright, so maybe this was all new but nothing bad happened to John yet, so he figured everything was pretty much gravy.
Wrinkling his nose, Dean bent down and got on his knee's at the side of the bed and looked over little John. Luckily for Dean, all John did was pee, so it was an easy clean up and he grinned when he realized the next one was gonna be Solvei's. She came walking in the room just as Dean finished up and he tossed the diaper in the trash can by the wall.
"See? He's okay, you act like I don't know what the hell I'm doin'," Dean said as he looked down at John. "Mommy thinks daddy's a bonehead, but he's not. Oh no he's not, I know how to keep my baby fresh and clean," he grinned and lifted him up in his arms before pulling him to his chest.