Cas shook his head at the little boy’s predictability and carried him into the bathroom, pushing away his own need for now. He helped him pull down his little pyjama pants and the pull-up, Harry was potty trained during the day, but it was hit and miss whether he would wet the bed at night, so wore his pull-ups. He wasn’t quite three yet, so Cas wasn’t concerned, all the parenting books had said he could be having night-time accidents until age five and that was perfectly normal. After lifting Harry up and setting him on the toilet, Cas turned to give him privacy, as he tossed the pull-up in the bin and Harry’s pyjama pants in the laundry hamper. Sirius or Remus would drop over the clothes that had been in the laundry when they were cleaned, so he wasn’t worried about them.