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Raising Sammy

Sam clapped his hands and giggled, proud of himself. At least he was able to throw a ball, now. His motor skills were starting to come back to him.
 
Internally proud that Sam's motor skills were coming back to him, Dean grinned widely at the things Sam would be able to do soon: walk, talk even more, feed himself better, and who knows what else?


"Proud of you, buddy," the older Winchester whispered in Sam's ear, kissing the long hair behind it.
 
Sam smiled widely at hearing that, leaning against Dean, with a contented sigh, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking on it.
 
Hopefully he's teething ain't so bad, Dean wondered, holding Sam close and resting his chin against the younger's head.


Bringing the ball back, and placing it on the grass beside his nephew, Gabriel sat down next to the hazel-eyed man once more.
 
After many, many throws, Gabriel came back panting and flopped down onto the ground, "Kiddo, you're tiring me out..."


Dean rolled his eyes fondly and shook his head. The archangel was really growing on him.
 
Sam just giggled and threw the ball again, making a game out of it. He wasn't trying to tire Gabe out, he just liked playing with him.
 
Smiling to himself, and shaking his head in mock exasperation, Gabriel ran to get the ball before bringing it back. Kissing his nephew, the archangel tickled Sam's sides, laughing manically to himself.
 
Sam squirmed and giggled, as he tried to escape the archangel's tickling hands, but it soon ended and Sam could once again, throw the ball.
 
Scooping Sam up, Dean placed him on his shoulders, before looking up and asking, "You okay with this, baby? Tell me if you're not."
 
Laughing and grinning at Sam's gasp, Dean slowly made his way around the yard, making sure his baby boy was safe up high.
 
The sound of Sam's excited gurgles music to his ears, Dean looked up and wondered, "See any shapes in the clouds, Sammy?"
 
Sam looked up and smiled, watching the clouds rolling by, not really noticing any shapes in them, but they were still pretty to look at.
 
"Hmm...I don't see anything either, Sammy. Let's keep exploring," Dean commented as he continued to bring Sam around the yard. Since it was spring, fruit trees were blossoming, and it was beautiful to look at. The green-eyed man removed a blossom from the tree and gave it to Sam, "Here, buddy."
 
Sam held the blossom in his hand, and sniffed it, smiling at its' pleasant odor, then, he slowly brought it to his mouth, trying to eat it.
 
"Sorry, baby. But you can't eat a flower, plus, it doesn't taste good. Trust me," Dean reassured, soon taking Sam down from his shoulders and placing him on his hip. Peppering the chestnut-haired man in kisses, Dean hoped to get some of that pout away.
 
Dean laughed in triumph, "Knew I could get that pout off of you." Looking around, keeping the taller close in his arms, the older asked, "Anything you wanna keep playing with, here?"
 

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