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Raising Sammy

We're gonna have to reward him later for that, Dean thought as he pushed Sammy on the swings. Of course, people could see it not being a big deal that Sam ran for the first time, it was a big deal to the three caretakers. It was amazing.
 
Sam giggled and squealed happily, as he was swinging up high then coming back down again. He loved this playground, and wanted to stay there forever.
 
After a long while, and Sam wanted to get back down, Dean waited until the swing slowed down to pick his brother up. How he'd now managed to pick up a 6'4" man with ease, Dean would never know.


Kissing Sam's face all over, the older Winchester beamed with pride, "How'd you run like that, buddy? It was amazing."
 
"Tired, Daddy." Sam said, referring to his run. It was tiring for him, but it was worth it to get a good swing, as some of the others were old and falling apart.
 
Nuzzling his brother, Dean praised, "S'okay, buddy. You ran, though! We're so proud of you."


Walking over to the pair, Gabriel cheered loudly, not caring that other people saw him. "That was awesome, kiddo! Gonna have to race ya sometime," the archangel exclaimed.


Cas rolled his eyes at the his own brother, but smiled lovingly at Sam, "You are incredible, little one."
 
Sam smiled. "Tank you." He said, a bit overwhelmed by all this attention. Sam loved attention, but sometimes his caretakers just gave him too much.
 
Realizing that they might have gone a bit overboard...Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck, Cas looked slightly down at the floor, and Dean smiled apologetically. "We...kinda give you too much attention, huh? You're a big boy, you don't need us breathin' down your neck, huh, Sam?" the older Winchester explained.
 
Sam looked up at Dean and nodded, not really understanding all that he was saying, but he let Daddy know that he was listening to him.
 
Of course, the hunter knew that Sam probably didn't get everything he said, but at least he was listening. The trio needed to cut back on how much attention they gave Sam, not so much that they were ignoring him, but enough to where the younger was more free.


Kissing Sam's cheek, Dean pointed to the sandbox, which was now empty, "Wanna play in there?"
 
"Otay." Sam said, as he got up, and made his way over to the sandbox, sitting down on the edge, and scooping up a handful of sand.
 
The three simply watched as Sam played in the sandbox. Admittedly, they were rather afraid they'd go overboard with the attention again, and were wary.
 
Sam slowly scooted forward, and smiled, as he grabbed a few rocks, and arranged them into a circle, in the sand. Then, he got quiet as he started to wet his diaper.
 
Thankfully Gabriel had the diaper bag, and kneeled down before pushing Sam lightly onto the ground. Snapping his fingers to make it seem like nothing was happening to other people, the archangel unsnapped Sam's shortalls and started to change his diaper. Looking at the circle of rocks the younger had made, Gabriel quirked a brow, "What'cha making, Sammoose?" he asked.
 
"Dun' know." Sam replied to his uncle's question, squirming slightly as a fresh diaper was being taped around his waist. This one was quite a bit thicker than his usual ones.
 
Putting Sam's shortalls back on him again, Gabriel ruffled his nephew's long hair before sitting him back in the sandbox.
 
Sam giggled as he went back to playing in the sand, gasping whenever the thickness of his diaper caused his shortalls to come unsnapped, which Sam actually kinda liked. Not so much in public, though. That diaper he had on, was super thick, and crinkled lots.
 
Furrowing his brow, Dean turned over to look at Gabriel and asked, "What'cha put such a thick diaper on him?"


The archangel made a face and shrugged, "Don' know." And in all honesty, he didn't. It was rather out of impulse than anything else, although Gabriel noted it would be best to put the thickest diapers on Sam at home, as he helped snapped the younger's shortalls.
 
I wonder what he's making, Dean thought as he observed Sam making his circle from rocks he found. While it was cute, it just seemed a bit out of the ordinary, or at least from the trio's experience from little ones it was.


Sitting beside his brother, Dean remained quiet, with a good-natured smile on his face.
 
And leave it to their little one to be that cute.


Dean chuckled, green eyes crinkling at the corners, "Nice smile, Sammy." he remarked.
 
Though feeling a bit rejected, Dean kept a smile as he watched Sam go over to get a hug from Gabriel and Cas.


Hugging the taller, Gabriel grinned, "Aww, kiddo."


Doing the same, Castiel smiled softly, always remaining quieter.
 
Suddenly, Sam felt something funny, and groaned, making his way over to Dean, and whining. "Daddy...I need...I need go poo-poo. Weal bad." He groaned. But Sam didn't feel comfortable doing that in public.
 
Nodding, Dean stood up, took the diaper bag from Gabriel, and carried Sam over to a spot that was emptier and farther away from everyone else. Laying Sam down on the grass, the older started to rub Sammy's tummy. Knowing his brother wasn't comfortable doing this in public, Dean tried to find the best possible solution.
 

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