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Raising Sammy

Grin spreading further, the archangel barked out a laugh, "'Kay, squeals. Let's get some food in your stomach before we go, huh?"


Turning their heads, Dean and Castiel smiled warmly at the pair.


"Morning, baby." Dean murmured fondly as he brushed a kiss against Sam's dimpled cheek.


"Good morning, Sam." Castiel rumbled, already having the food ready to devour.
 
As he started to feed Sam, Dean smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners, "You excited to go to the park, Sammy?" he asked.
 
Once Sam's tummy was full, and his face was clean, Dean carried his little one over to the nursery. Putting a pair of denim shortalls over the younger's onesie, along with socks and velcro shoes, the dirty-blond smiled to himself. "Like your outfit, buddy?"
 
Sam giggled and cooed, kicking a bit, and tugging at one of the shortall straps curiously. He wasn't used to this kind of outfit, but he liked it. It made him feel like a big boy.
 
Eyes crinkling at the corners, Dean scooped up his baby boy and carried him to the front door, where Cas and Gabriel were waiting. While the archangel held the diaper bag, Castiel had a large stroller that they could hold Sam in if he ever got tired or had the desire.


"Come on, Dean-o! Let's go," Gabriel whined, smirking at seeing Sam in his shortalls.


Titling his head at seeing Sam's new outfit, Castiel smiled softly, not knowing exactly what to say. After all, all four of them knew Sam was slowly growing up in a way.


Bringing Sam to the Impala, and buckling him into his carseat, Dean kissed the younger's forehead before each of the caretakers settled in their own seats and headed for the park.
 
Sam fussed and squirmed unhappily in his carseat, not liking the straps being fastened over his chest and crotch. This was his first time to ride in the carseat, and he just wasn't used to it yet.
 
Happening to be in the backseat of the Impala, and sitting beside Sam, Castiel frowned and shushed the taller softly, placing a calming hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Shh...it's okay, Sam. We're almost there."
 
Sam calmed down almost instantly, and brought his thumb to his mouth, which was quickly replaced with a pacifier, clipped to his shortalls pocket.
 
Parking close to the park, Dean grinned as he exited the car and removed Sam from his carseat. Setting the taller on his hip, the hunter asked, "Where do you want to go first, baby?"
 
"Sandbox it is," Dean chimed as he, Cas, and Gabriel brought him over to the sandbox, before placing him down and joining him.
 
All three caretakers shared a fond smile at the little one burying his hands beneath the sand. It was rather cute, and they loved watching Sam be happy.
 
Eyes widening, Dean immediately grabbed Sam's hand and placed it down, emptying the large palm of sand. "You can't eat that, baby, okay? You'll get sick," he warned.
 
Sam poked out his bottom lip, and whined, tears forming in his sweet, hazel eyes. He was on the verge of a tantrum, and wanted to go home, as people were staring at him.
 
While Gabriel proceeded to throw a harsh glare at anyone who stared at Sam, Cas and Dean were on comforting duty.


Gathering his brother into his arms, Dean wiped the forming tears with his thumb, "Hey, I'm not mad at you, baby. Just...you can't really eat sand. Otherwise you'll get sick."


Cas, on the other hand, seemed to notice Sam wanting to go home, "Dean...I think Sam just wants to return home."
 
Sam looked at Dean and nodded, making grabby hands for him. He wanted to go home, now. (don't forget the year later thing.)
 
Picking up his little one, Dean nodded to Cas and threw a stern look at Gabriel, who was attempting to pick a fight with someone who looked at Sam the wrong way. Heading back to the Impala, the older Winchester hoped next trip to the park would be better.


(*insert time skip*)
 
Sam giggled and patted his hands against the highchair tray, waiting for a slice of his delicious chocolate birthday cake with blue and red icing. "Cakey! Cakey! Me want it..." He said, poking out his bottom lip in a cute pout. It was Sammy's first birthday, and he had gotten lots more teeth, better speaking skills, and was even learning to toddle.
 
Dean chuckled at Sam's adamant want for cake, "Alright, birthday boy." Cutting a slice for his brother, and putting it on his plate, giving the younger's hair a ruffle. Sam was doing so much better than he was when the three of them started to take care of him. He spoke better, had improving motor skills, even stopped teething and now had a decent set already in. Needless to say, Gabriel, Cas, and Dean were really proud of him.
 
Sam clapped his hands, and smiled, as he dug his hands into the large slice, getting extremely messy, as he stuffed his face full of yummy cake.
 

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