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Raising Sammy

While Sam took his nap, Dean and Castiel cleaned up all the wrapping paper and other trash that had accumulated from the morning's events, while their archangel companion mucked about. Today was a great day so far, and it seemed like Sam was having lots of fun.
 
Getting the feeling like Sam would be awake, Castiel entered the nursery. He smiled at seeing Sam sitting up in his crib and playing with his plushies.


"Hello, Sam." the angel rumbled fondly, as he checked the younger's diaper and found it rather wet. Picking Sam up, and laying him down on the changing mat, Cas let the taller continue to play with his plushie.
 
Sam squirmed and giggled, as he played with his stuffed moose, all the while making it difficult for Cas to change him.
 
Chuckling at Sam's squirms and giggles, the blue-eyed angel soon succeeded in changing Sam's diaper. Picking up the hazel-eyed man once more, Castiel smiled, "Let's go see Dean and Gabriel, huh?"
 
Sam nodded, and smiled, holding onto Cas, as he was carried into the living room, where Dean and Gabe were watching a movie on the couch.
 
Looking up from the screen, both men beamed. "Hey, kiddo!" Gabriel greeted, patting the seat between him and Dean.


When Cas sat their little one between them, Dean ruffled Sam's hair, "Have a good nap, baby?"
 
Sam nodded, and leaned against him, gently smacking his lips, and yawning. "Daddy, me hungwy." He cooed, frowning as his tummy growled.
 
"Alright, Sam. Let's get you something to eat," Dean replied, picking the younger up and bringing him to the kitchen, setting up some snacks for him to eat. While he did that, the dark-blond gave Sam a sippy cup of juice to drink.
 
Grinning, eyes crinkling at the corners at Sam drinking from a sippy cup like it was nothing, Dean put a place of easy-to-eat snacks on the younger's tray. Ruffling his brother's hair, Dean praised, "Good job, buddy."
 
Chuckling at Sam's blush, Dean leaned forward and kissed the younger's cheek, "You ate it all, Sammy. Awesome."
 
Expression growing more joyous at Sam's clapping, Dean took the long-haired little one out of his highchair and asked, "Wanna go play with your toys, baby?"
 
Dean smirked, "Sure." Going back to the living room, the older Winchester sat in the large armchair nearby the couch. Cuddling his brother close, Dean kissed Sam's temple, "Happy Birthday, Sammy."
 
Despite the fact that Sam was taller and larger than him, Dean smiled at his baby brother being so relaxed. He long ago stopped seeing Sam as being thirty-three, and saw him as one again. Like when they were kids, and Dean took care of Sammy. It hadn't changed, although it was healthier by far.


Both angels smiled at the cuddling pair. They always loved to see them like this. Heart-warming, to say the least.
 
Letting Sam play with his amulet, Dean looked fondly at his brother. Once the younger had let go, Dean started to tickle Sam's sides mercilessly.
 
But Dean didn't relent, Sam's squeals and giggles making him only continue. The sound was infectious, he couldn't help it.
 

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