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Raising Sammy

Blushing slightly, Dean beamed, green eyes crinkling at the corners. It was late afternoon, and soon evening would come for a campfire and s'mores. No doubt the archangel hadn't packed something sweet.


Cas had finished gathering sticks and smiled softly at the two brothers holding each other. It was a warm sight.
 
While it was May, it still became a bit chilly during the night, and Dean dressed Sam in a thicker onesie with a pair of denim overalls with snaps along the crotch and legs. They also had a jacket at the ready, in case.


Taking a match and lighting the fire, the four sat around the flames and stared to roast marshmallows. Gabriel had three on one stick, while everyone else had two at the most.
 
Once the marshmallow was cool enough, Sam shoved it into his mouth, getting his fingers all gooey and sticky. But he didn't care. He loved marshmallows.
 
Not wanting to have Sam become a sugar-rushed baby, Dean only let him have a few more marshmallows after that one.


Blue eyes narrowing, Cas hesitantly put the white-mound of sugar into his mouth. It was very sweet, almost sickeningly so, and he could taste everything inside that made it. Like his beloved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.


Gabriel, however, didn't bother to take the marshmallows off the stick, instead choosing to just munch on them.
 
Sam smiled after he finished two more marshmallows, and rubbed his tummy in a satisfactory way. "Daddy I full." Sam announced with a giggle.
 
"Silly," Dean teased as he kissed Sammy's cheek. As evening fell, stars appeared above their heads and the air became cooler. It was really relaxing, compared to their home in town. And all four appreciated it.
 
Sam yawned and rubbed his eyes, starting to get sleepy, as his bedtime approached quicker than usual. It had been a long day, and little one's needed their sleep.
 
Smiling fondly at Sam's yawns, Dean patted his back before saying, "Alright, buddy. Let's get you in your sleeping bag." Picking the taller up, Dean kissed his cheek before murmuring, "Say night to your uncles, baby."
 
Both angels smiled warmly and waved to their nephew.


"Night, kiddo! Love you too," Gabriel chimed, blowing a dramatic kiss to Sam.


"Goodnight, Sam. And I love you too," Castiel added, before standing up and kissing the younger's forehead.


Nodding to the two, Dean carried Sam into the tent and changed him into some comfortable pajamas. They had brought three sleeping bags, one for Cas, one for Gabriel, and a rather large one so Sam could sleep with his Daddy.
 
Sam blinked tiredly, and became grumpy, as he knew it was his bedtime, and it was taking a bit longer than usual to get him readyfor bed.
 
Noticing Sammy was grumpy now, Dean gently shushed him as he put him in the sleeping bag, the older following behind. Giving Sam his moose plushie to hold, while Dean cuddled him close and zipped the sleeping bag. "Night, Sammy," he murmured, kissing his baby's cheek.


In front of the tent, vague shadows of the angels outside were seen, and a quiet hum of their conversation being a lullaby.
 
The next morning, the four wondered what they could do, since they had the whole day ahead. Dean and Gabriel thought of fishing, while Castiel wanted to walk through the woods.


Looking up at Sam, who was perched on his hip, Dean asked, "What'cha wanna do today, buddy?"
 
Sam thought for a minute. "Hmm...play at pwaygwound." He said, remembering that they passed a playground on their way to the campsite.
 
"Let's go!" Gabriel announced before anyone else could. While Dean dressed Sam in a pair of shortalls and a striped shirt, along with socks and velcro shoes, the angels retrieved the diaper bag to put in the Impala.


Nuzzling his baby boy, Dean buckled Sam in his carseat before they set off for the playground.
 
Sam smiled and talked to his caretakers about his day so far, and how much fun they were gonna have at the playground.
 
While Sam's words were sometimes too infantile to understand, the trio listened intently and nodded along. It was rather nice for their little one to talk to them like this, it made them feel loved.


Turning his head to get a better look at Sam, Castiel smiled softly, "You sound like you've had a good day so far, little one."
 
Parking nearby the playground, Dean exited the car and got Sam out of his carseat. The weather was kind today, being warm and a bit sunny. Gabriel carried the diaper bag, while Cas trailed behind the other three.
 
Sam giggled and squealed excitedly, running to the swings, and sitting down in one, waiting for Dean to give him a push.
 
Completely ecstatic that Sam managed to run all the way to the swings, Dean smiled so hard his face began to ache. While Sammy's long legs were wobbly and clumsy, it was...just so incredible compared to a year or so ago.


Gabriel was in complete shock, mouth agape and simply standing there. Cas stood beside his brother, blue eyes widened and a smile spreading across his face.


Standing behind Sam's swing, Dean ruffled the younger's long hair, "You ran, Sammy. We're really proud of you."
 
"Swing! Yay!" Sam squealed as Dean started to push him on the swing. Sam didn't care that people were staring at him, he just worried about having fun.
 

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