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Raising Sammy

Lifting up his brother's shirt, lessening his tickles, Dean blew raspberries against his baby's tummy, laughing as he did so.
 
Eventually stopping, for fear of Sam somehow hurting himself, Dean caught his breath and wiped tears from his eyes, also from laughing quiet hard.


Leaning Sam against him, Dean planted a relaxed kiss against his baby's hair, "Love ya, baby."
 
Seeing how wet Sam's diaper was from his tickling and laughter, Dean grinned fondly before changing his brother into a fresh one.
 
Sam, feeling much better in a fresh diaper, decided to try and play peek-a-boo with Dean, placing his hands over his eyes, and then removing them.
 
Every time Sam removed his hands from his eyes, Dean gasped before breaking out into a grin. His baby was pretty cute and sweet.
 
After he had been "surprised" a few times, Dean tried it out for himself. Covering his eyes, he gave a gasp and asked, "Where's Sammy?"
 
Sam giggled and cooed, gasping when Dean uncovered his eyes. Pouting softly, the younger caught on, and started to giggle.
 
Doing that a few more times, and smiling at Sam's giggling, Dean pulled his little one into his arms and nuzzled the soft chestnut hair, "You're so smart, Sammy."
 
Sam smiled and cooed at that statement, feeling very special. Dean always knew just what to say, to win Sammy's heart, and Sammy knew how to win Dean's.
 
Breathing a sigh and closing his eyes, Dean rocked Sam slowly back and forth in his arms, in awe of where they were today, and how everything seemed perfect...despite the events that took place for it to happen.
 
Once Sam had finally fallen asleep, Dean carried his baby over to his nursery before laying him down in his crib, brushing away a few stray strands of chestnut hair, and kissing his brother's forehead gently. Putting a pacifier and plushie beside Sam, Dean smiled softly before leaving the room.
 
Going back to the living room, Dean quirked a brow at Gabriel and Castiel smiling back at him, "What?" he asked.


"Oh, nothin', Dean-o. Just how cute Sammy is," the archangel chorused.


Castiel nodded, an mild look of agreement on his features, "He is doing very well, Dean. It won't be long until he's done with teething, and anything else infants typically go through."


Rubbing the back of his neck, Dean gave a half-hearted shrug of a shoulder, "Yeah, he is."
 
Sam woke up right when Dean walked in, yawning and stretching his long legs, as he worked on moving around in the crib.
 
Standing above the crib, and smiling at Sam moving around in his crib, Dean ruffled his hair and asked, "Have a good nap, buddy?"
 
Sam looked up at Dean and nodded, sitting up and making grabby hands for him, his bottom lip forming an adorable pout.
 
"You know I can't resist when you do that, Sammy," Dean teased as he scooped up his brother and check his diaper. Finding it wet, the green-eyed man laid the taller down on the changing mat and exchanging the soiled diaper for a fresh one.
 
Grinning widely at Sam clapping his hands, Dean nodded, "Good to see ya get excited about a diaper change, baby." Taping the new diaper around the taller's waist, Dean picked him up and placed him on his hip, "Were you wanna go?"
 

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