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Raising Sammy

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Sam slowly opened his eyes, and took in his new surroundings. Everything was blurry, and fuzzy. The room was a soothing pale blue, with little animal decorations on the walls. Sam was surrounded by tall, white wooden crib bars. He whimpered and started to cry. He was scared and confused, about where he was, and to top it all off, he had a full, messy diaper.


The brothers had been on a hunt about 2 months ago and Sammy had been hurt. Dean had quickly killed the Wendigo and rushed an unconscious Sam to the hospital. Sam had a bleeding gash on the back of his head, a claw wound to his stomach, and an assortment of smaller injuries. It took Sam 5 days to wake up. During this time the doctors confirmed that Sam’s digestive track and been shredded. He would need a strict liquid diet. When Sam woke up the doctors confirmed that he had severe brain damage. The best way that they could explain it was that Sam had the mentality of an infant. For the past two months Sam was stuck in the hospital as the doctors tried to repair what damage that they could. During that time, Dean bought a house and had it outfitted to accommodate an adult sized baby. He'd also enlisted the help of Cas and Gabriel for the care of his brother.



That lead to the present day. Today was their first day in the new house together. Sam had fallen asleep on the car ride home but now it sounded like he was awake....
 
"Uh-oh. I think Sasquatch is up," Gabriel commented as they heard the sounds of whimpers and crying coming from the nursery.


"Would you just quit it with the nicknames, Gabriel?" Dean snapped, the archangel already getting on his nerves as the three headed to where Sam was. Cas, on the other hand, seemed neutral about the whole situation, and only threw a small glare at his brother.


Seeing Sam crying, Dean frowned as he picked his brother up, which was interesting considering the younger's six-foot-four height, "Shhhh. Hey, s'okay, buddy. We're here."
 
Sam squirmed in his brother's arms, feeling very uncomfortable in his full, messy diaper, which didn't smell all that pleasant either. Sam was having a difficult time adjusting to being the "baby" of the family, so to speak. Plus, having two angels living with him and his brother didn't really seem like the best of plans, but Dean needed help, as he couldn't care for Sammy all on his own.
 
Laying Sam down on the changing mat, and going through the process of changing his brother, Dean glared at Gabriel, who was currently looking mildly horrified, "Hey. You said you could help me for a while. Get used to it." The hunter wasn't particularly happy with having to get the help of the archangel, their relationship rocky to say the least. With those words, Gabriel seemed to shut his mouth, instead opting to watch Dean change Sam's diaper, so he could do it if the time ever came around.


Placing Sam on his hip, Dean smoothed the long, chestnut hair, hoping to calm his brother down a bit.
 
Sam stared up at the man who was holding him. He was kinda blurry, but Sam didn’t care. He’d worked up quite an appetite with all that crying, and was ready to be fed, now. A gurgling sound came from the back of Sam’s throat, as he stuck his fingers, into his toothless mouth, and teethed on them, drooling heavily.


The loss of teeth had been Dean's idea. During the fight, Sam had lost a few teeth and a few others were chipped. While he was in the hospital, Sam had started to suck on his fingers. Unfortunately, his teeth kept scraping on his fingers and causing them to bleed. The doctors had given Dean a few different options but in the end, Dean felt that having the teeth pulled was the best choice.
 
Wiping away the drool from Sam's outfit, Dean carried him all the way to the kitchen before sitting him in his highchair. Nodding to Cas, who dutifully brought out the special foods made just for the younger Winchester. Having to be on a strict liquid diet, since Sam's digestive system was damaged, it wasn't easy sometimes.


Giving the hazel-eyed one his bottle, Dean smiled softly.
 
Sam turned away from the nipple, whining, and fussing, trying to keep his mouth closed, but wasn’t doing too well, at it. He hated that stuff. Although, it filled him up, and provided him with needed nutrients and vitamins, it tasted awful. And, on occasion, it made his bowel movements very sticky, or runny, and smelly, and hard to clean up, because they weren’t as solid. He’d ruined a few outfits at the hospital, that way.
 
"Sorry, Sam. But you gotta drink this stuff," Dean murmured reluctantly. He knew how much his brother hated this stuff. Hell, he could see why. It tasted pretty awful and the end result wasn't the best either. Though, hopefully after this, Sam would be happier after they did his physical therapy exercises. The shaggy-haired one always seemed a bit brighter after them.
 
Sam whimpered behind the nipple, as he drank down the foul-tasting liquid. He smacked and suckled hungrily, ignoring the taste. He just enjoyed being close to Dean. It was comforting to him. Whenever Dean wasn’t able to be at the hospital, Sam would get lonely, and upset, and lay there in his bed and cry.
 
Once Sam was finished with his bottle, Dean adjusted his brother so that ridiculous mop of hair was beside his ear, so the older could burp Sam. The last thing the kid needed right now was a stomach ache.


While that happened, the two angels quickly left to get more supplies, as they both new a shopping trip was in order. Leaving the two Winchesters alone for a while. Dean thought that was satisfactory for the moment, he'd be fine on his own with Sam for a while.
 
Sam whined and let out a series of wet burps, and spit up a little, as well, but due to his now infantile state, that type of thing would be quite commom, along with drooling. After that was over with, Sammy knew what was in store for him - his tummy time/exercises. He liked that, even though it hurt sometimes.
 
Gently wiping away the spit up from his brother's face, Dean pressed a soft kiss to Sam's forehead before placing him down on a soft blanket on his back. Now it was tummy time, or when the younger had to roll onto his stomach over and over for around 15-20 minutes, to build up muscles where he had lost them. The doctor had recommended this greatly, as it would have great end results and it's also easy to at home.


Holding a soft toy in his hand, Dean fondly murmured, "Think you can roll onto your stomach for me, Sammy?"
 
Sam just laid there, looking up at Dean, with big, bright eyes. He had his eyes on the teething toy in Dean’s hand. He wanted it. Drool poured out of his open mouth, onto the front of his onesie, and the young man hiccupped. Sam grunted, and whined, as he slowly rolled onto his tummy, his diaper crinkling as he did so.
 
Pride bubbled through Dean, and he grinned widely, eyes crinkling at the corners, "Awesome, Sammy." Handing his brother his teething toy, the older had Sam do a few more tummy exercises before a small break.
 
Sam reached out and clumsily grabbed the teether, bringing it to his mouth, and drooling all over it, smiling adorably. He gently kicked his legs, and feet, making his diaper crinkle beneath his onesie. He often had difficulty staying on his tummy for very long, and usually just rolled onto his back, wiggling around on the floor.
 
Seeing his brother so..."little" made Dean think about the fact that they didn't have to hunt anymore. There were no monsters, demons, or having no real home. Now it was just him and Sam, with Gabriel and Cas tugging along the way. It was kinda...nice.


Shaking his head and getting the thoughts to go, Dean gently picked up Sam after the younger had a rest and placed him in his bouncer. This helped build up muscles in his legs. Which helped since the older Winchester hoped to teach Sam how to walk again.
 
Sam smiled, curling his fingers, as he used all the strength in his body to work on building up the muscles in his legs. It was a bit painful, and tiresome, but it was also fun for Sam. He liked the bouncing motion. Sam gurgled, then let out an adorable squeak of happiness. It’s the most happy Dean’s seen him since his accident. Just then, there was the sound of flapping wings, as Cas and Gabriel returned.
 
"Hey, kiddo! Someone's havin' fun," Gabriel exclaimed, carrying a large bundle of groceries in his arms. The shopping trip went well, with little to no accidents. Well...not entirely. But oh well.


Smiling softly at his friend, Castiel finally spoke for the first time today, "Hello, Sam."
 
Sam looked at Gabriel and gurgled, a long strand of drool dribbling out of his mouth, as he watched the archangel carrying in lots of bags. He then turned to Cas, who was smiling softly at him. He cooed softly, and slowly reached up at Cas, grabbing hold of his trenchcoat, and tugging on it.
 
While Dean went to help Gabriel sort the bags, leading to some both playful and stubborn bickering coming from the kitchen, Castiel gave a peaceful look at the Winchester in his bouncer, looking innocent and tugging on his trenchcoat.


Removing Sam from the bouncer, Castiel placed him on his hip, blue eyes cool and welcoming.
 
Sam immediately reached down and grabbed at Cas' tie, thinking it was a toy, his infantile mind not registering that it wasn't. Suddenly, Sam got very quiet, and closed his eyes, clenching his fists, as he started to push a big, soft load into his diaper, finishing with a sigh of releif.
 
Immediately knowing the mess Sam had made, Cas laid the taller onto the blanket before acquiring the diaper supplies he would need. Quietly and efficiently changing Sam's diaper like a pro, the angel found it rather easy to do, so long as both parties were up for it.
 
Sam, now in a fresh, clean diaper, cooed happily, smiling up at the angel. He gave him this big, adorable toothless smile, that no one could resist, along with his big puppy-dog eyes. He was happy now, wiggling his feet, and shifting a bit on his blanket.
 
Heart warming at the big smile and puppy-dog eyes he had received, the angel blushed slightly and feeling a bit brave and odd, gave Sam a gentle kiss on the smooth, chestnut hair.
 
Sammy gurgled and reached up, pulling on Cas' tie, and giggling innocently. He liked Cas, and hoped that they could spend more time together. He'd like to hang out with Gabriel, too, although it seemed that Gabe wasn't all that fond of babies.
 

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