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Raising Sammy

Sam whined and cried, tears dripping down his cheeks, as he let out a wet fart and slowly started to push out a nice, big load, face red with embarrassment. "Daddy, no wike....No wike!" He wailed, squirming uncomfortably in his very full diaper, feeling the mess pressing against him.
 
Shushing Sam softly, Dean frowned slightly as he quickly changed Sam into a new diaper. Once he was done, the older Winchester pulled his baby boy into his arms and rocked him back and forth. "I know you don't like it, buddy..." he murmured, rubbing Sam's back.
 
Sam was still crying, and was starting to hiccup, his face still red, even though he'd been changed into a fresh, clean diaper. Being a baby was hard sometimes.
 
Dean just continued to shush his brother gently, whispering words of reassurance and comfort to him. It was all he could do, at the moment. And being a Winchester, he was going to try his hardest.
 
Sighing softly, Dean stood up while still holding Sam, and spotted the two angels close by. They both had worried expressions, but soon nodded in understanding by the look Dean had given them.


Buckling Sam into his carseat, Dean brushed a kiss on the younger's forehead before the trio climbed in. The campsite wasn't too far away, so they could visit this playground another time.
 
Sam slept a bit longer than usual, and woke up with a wet diaper and yawn, sitting up, and seeing Dean smiling down at him. "Daddy..." He cooed, smile forming on his face.
 
Heart warming at the smile he was given, Dean returned the gesture, "Hey, Sammy." Checking the younger's diaper, and seeing it was wet, the older laid Sam down on his back and started to change him. Tickling his baby's tummy gently, Dean hummed a song.
 
Sam giggled at the tummy tickles, and sat up, wrapping his arms around Dean, giving him a big hug. "Wub yew Daddy..." Sam says, as he gently nuzzles Dean.
 
"I love you too, baby." Dean replied, hugging Sam tight. Love and warmth poured through the older, and he knew who it was going straight for.
 
Sam smiled, and hugged Dean a bit more before looking around. "Daddy, where unca' Gabe and Cas? They go bye-bye?" Sam asked.
 
They were still at the camp, so the angels really had no place to go. Of course, when they returned back home, Gabriel and Castiel would have to leave to attend to some Heaven business, but that could wait.


Dean shook his head, "Nah. They didn't go bye, buddy. Your uncles are by the lake, wanna go?" he asked.
 
Sam smiled and nodded, bouncing excitedly. He loved spending time with his uncles and Daddy, and being outside surrounded by beautiful naturē made it all the while better.
 
Chuckling at Sam's excited bouncing, Dean picked up the younger and carried him to the edge of the lake, which wasn't too far away. As expected, both Gabriel and Castiel were in front of the water.


The archangel had a stereotypical fisherman's hat, and had a pole beside him, though he wasn't trying to catch anything at the moment. Castiel was watching a group of bees buzz around a cluster of flowers by the water's edge.
 
Sam giggled and ran to the edge of the water, sitting down and patting his hands against the warm water, splashing lightly. However, when the water came closer to Sam, he felt his diaper expand a bit, beneath his shortalls, which were now wet.
 
Mentally noting that he'd have to change Sam into some dry clothes later, so the younger didn't catch a cold, Dean moved to stand beside Gabriel. Hearing a snap of fingers, the hunter was greeted with a lawn chair to sit in, along with a fishing pole leaning against it. The archangel had the world up his sleeve, it seemed.
 
Craning his head a bit to see the wet spot from the water on the back of Sam's shortalls, Dean smiled lightly before standing up. Ruffling the taller's hair, Dean nodded, "Alright. Let's get you into some dry clothes, yeah?"


Picking Sammy up, Dean carried him back to their campsite, where he picked out a dry outfit and diaper and dressed Sam again.
 
Mood growing brighter at his baby boy's smile and giggles, Dean tickled the younger's tummy gently before picking him back up. It seemed that while Sam liked the water, he didn't like wet clothes. Understandable.
 
Sam smiled and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, gently nuzzling him, and breathing in his musky scent. He loved it whenever Dean held him like this. It made him feel special.
 
Bringing Sam back to the lake's edge, Dean sat the younger down beside Cas, who was on the line between the grass and sand.


Said angel looked down and smiled, "Hello, Sam."
 
The angel shrugged lightly, blue eyes clear and relaxed. "Watching the bees," Castiel replied plainly. A hobby of his that never stopped, Cas had a large fondness for the yellow and black insects.
 

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