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Raising Sammy

Grinning further at Sam's bounces and squeals, Gabriel laughed along, eyes shining.


A while later, the three heard the younger's tummy growl, signaling lunchtime.


"Someone is hungry," Castiel observed.
 
Sam whimpered, and made grabby hands for Dean, wanting to be held by him now. He wishes he could talk, so he could tell Dean how thankful he is to be taken care of.,
 
Once Gabriel handed Sam over to him, Dean carried the taller into the kitchen and sat him in his highchair, giving him a bottle of juice while he pulled out some baby food.


"I know it's hard that you can't talk, Sammy. But don't worry, you do it someday," the older brother comforted.
 
Sam smiled at the reassuring statement, and picked up his bottle, bringing it to his mouth and drinking down some of its contents.
 
"I mean, you've already said 'Dee', soon enough you'll be the chatterbox like you were before," Dean continued as he started to feed Sam.
 
Frowning a bit at the younger's predicament, Dean helped guide the spoon into Sam's mouth, making sure the younger followed along and soon learned from it.
 
Sam gripped the spoon, and tried again, this time, he actually got some food in his mouth, while still making a mess.
 
Grinning brightly, green eyes crinkling at the corners, Dean ruffled Sam's hair as he wiped the mess from the younger's face, "Knew you could do it, Sam."
 
Internally proud of Sam's motor skills, and memory regarding how to feed himself, Dean removed the younger from his highchair and planted kisses all over the taller's face.
 
Feeling the drool at spotted on his cheek, Dean laughed, knowing that the younger only had done it accidentally. He wouldn't have wiped it either, as it almost seemed offensive to wipe away someone's kiss, no matter how drool-y it was.


Bringing his brother back to the living room, and noticing Sam's bouncer for the first time in a few days, Dean looked at his brother and asked, "Wanna go in your bouncer again, Sam?"
 
Sam gurgled and nodded, his eyes widening at the sight of his bouncer. He liked that thing, and always had fun in it.
 
Sam squealed and giggled excitedly, as he bounced up and down, feeling the softness of the thick diaper crinkling beneath him, and bending his legs slightly, as his toes brushed across the carpet.
 
The three caretakers watched with warm looks on their faces, all smiling, they lived to see Sam being excited and having fun. It was cute and endearing.


"Someone is having fun," Castiel remarked, blue eyes bright and crinkling at the corners.
 
"Takin' a break, huh?" Dean murmured as he kissed the younger's cheek and nuzzled his face comfortingly. The best part about the bouncer, apart from the fact Sam loved the hell out of that thing, was that it still helped continue to build muscles in the taller's legs.
 
Sam smiled and giggled when Dean kissed him, and nuzzled his face, enjoying the closeness he now had with his brother.
 

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