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Raising Sammy

"You wanna keep playin' in this? Or do something else, Sammy?" the older Winchester wondered, wanting to make sure Sam wasn't bored and had plenty to do. None of the caretakers, and Sam most likely, were ready to go out in public...so they were often confined to the house.
 
Sam looked up at Dean and made grabby hands for him, letting out a soft whine, as tears formed in his eyes. He wanted to cuddle with him.
 
Blinking at Sam's tears, which surprised the older, Dean picked him up and carried the younger over to the couch, cuddling him close.
 
Sam whimpered and laid his head against Dean's chest, closing his eyes and relaxing, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them.
 
Removing Sam's fingers from his mouth, Dean replaced it with the rubber giraffe once more. It seemed like Sam was going to be teething for a while. Then again, the older Winchester didn't really know how long teething extended.
 
"You really like that thing, huh?" Dean asked, ruffling Sam's hair and holding the younger tighter, the smell of baby powder tickling his nose.
 
Sam gurgled around the toy, and gripped Dean's shirt, looking up at him and smiling. "D---D..aa...dddyy.....Daddy!" Sam babbled.
 
Mouth agape, Dean blinked. Sam just said his first real word...


Heads turning immediately, the two angels were also right beside him in a flash. A pair of golden and blue eyes were wide and dancing with happiness.


Small tears pin-pricked the corners of his eyes, and the older Winchester whispered, "Sam...can you say that again?"
 
The three caretakers hugged Sam tightly all at once, smiling so much their faces ached and feeling like they conquered the world.


"I guess I'm a daddy now..." Dean cooed, tears finally gone, much to the hunter's gratefulness. He had always wanted to be a dad, and Sam was the best choice to be one for.


Kissing Sam's cheek softly, Castiel praised, "You are incredible, Sam."


The archangel chuckled, "Gonna be a smart chatterbox, kiddo."
 
Now that Sam said his first actual word, besides "Dee", that probably meant he was almost done teething, much to Dean's relief. The green-eyed hunter vaguely wondered how much more "growing" Sam had to do.


But pushing those thoughts aside, Dean smiled at Sam's proud clapping and showered his brother's face in kisses, "You should be proud of yourself, Sammy."
 
Rolling his eyes fondly, Dean set Sam back down on the floor. Making the kid blush was kind of fun, to be honest.
 
Sitting down to join their little one, the trio helped Sam build the tower, adding more and more blocks, as it grew higher and higher.
 
Grinning widely at Sam's new word, Dean said, "Yeah, baby, I see it." The word "baby" slipped from his mouth, but the older quickly found it a new term of endearment to use.


Picking up Sam, and placing him on his hip, the older Winchester asked, "Wanna knock it down, little monster?"
 
Sam nodded and giggled, knocking the tower down with a swing of his arm, growling softly, squealing when the tower crumbled beneath him.
 
It turns out, the two angels were still sitting under the tower, and were subsequently covered in blocks.


Blinking, Castiel shook his head and a block flew off of it, he soon broke into a smile, while brother was buried beneath blocks and crying something similar to "Help!"


Laughing, Dean planted a big kiss to his brother's cheek, "That's my boy!"
 
Setting Sam down on the floor, Dean, Gabriel, and Castiel trailed behind the younger as he started to explore the house.
 
It took him a while, but Sam eventually made his way to the nursery down the hall, sitting down in front of the door.
 

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