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Raising Sammy

Not bothered really by Sam sucking his prized possession, after all, the kid did give him it in the first place, Dean simply stood there. He briefly wondered how much longer it would be until his baby's teething was done. It seemed to be taking a while.
 
Upon Sam's fussing, Dean sighed and brought the younger back to the house, their angel companions trailing behind. It seemed like Sam was due for a bit more of that gel, and the giraffe toy that he managed to teethe with.


Grabbing the tube of the soothing gel, and sitting Sam on the kitchen table, one hand on his back to keep him steady, Dean opened the tube and said, "Open wide."
 
"Good boy." Dean praised once Sam had opened his mouth with no fussing. Squeezing the tube and getting some of the gel on his pointer finger, the green-eyed man spread the gel evenly along Sam's gums, feeling the bumps and noticing the white already poking out. Hopefully a few more days and this teething might be over.
 
Pulling Sam back into his arms, Dean rocked the younger back and forth slowly, "Sorry, buddy. It'll be over soon."
 
Sam relaxed in Dean's arms, looking up at him with those soft, hazel eyes, that held an innocence that Dean couldn't explain.
 
Sensing it was relaxing time, Dean made his way to the couch with Sam still in his arms. Geez, the younger really knew how to use those eyes on him, shining with such an innocence that the older was almost surprised by.


Joining the Winchesters on the couch, Castiel and Gabriel sat on either side of the pair.
 
Running his fingers through Sam's hair, Dean thought about nothing. Honestly nothing. All he focused on was just enjoying the peace and quiet that filled their lives and the room they sat in. It was still a bit of a culture-shock from what Dean was used to, but the green-eyed man knew there was nothing better...


(Skip to another day?)
 
The next morning, Sam was sitting on his blanket in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, playing with a toy while Dean, Cas and Gabe watched the morning news.
 
"Havin' fun with your toy, baby?" Dean asked, smiling. In front of him, the news droned on and on about something the hunter really didn't care about. But Cas seemed intrigued and it kept Gabriel quiet, so it worked.
 
Relenting, Dean panted and sat on the blanket, pulling his baby into his arms. "Anything you want to do today, Sammy?" he wondered. Kid was in charge, after all.
 
Humming "Smoke on the Water", Dean wondered when Sam would say another word. He knew it took a while, with both people with head injuries and infants. And, there was no way in hell the older Winchester was going to push Sam, but he just wanted to know if and when.
 
Looking up at his Daddy, the former hunter opened his mouth and let out a gurgle, followed by the word "Daddy....Dee..."
 
Grinning brightly, eyes crinkling at the corners, Dean ruffled Sam's hair, "Good words, buddy. Proud of you."


Turning off the TV, once the news became enough, Gabriel looked down and winked at the younger Winchester. "What a chatterbox," he teased.


Nodding with Dean's words, not his brother's, Castiel smiled softly, remaining the silent but still proud party.
 

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