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Raising Sammy

Grimacing slightly at the puddle of drool starting to form on his shoulder, but knowing that Sam couldn't control it, Dean simply rubbed small circles along his brother's back and didn't restrain from the words of praise still spilling from his tongue.
 
Sam hiccupped slightly, and let out a soft gurgle, as he gently nuzzled his brother. For Sam, being held and praised is one the best things he could ask for.
 
Looking out the window and seeing how nice it was outside, Dean murmured, "Hey, let's go outside, Sam. Just you an' me." As much as the older hunter appreciated and enjoyed the angels' company (mostly Cas'), he kinda just wanted to be with his brother for a while. Like they used to be.
 
Sam didn't really answer, but he made some little gurgling and cooing sounds, his way of communicating now. It was hard being a baby, you can't talk, or walk, eat solid foods, or even dress yourself.
 
"S'alright, Sammy. You'll be talking up a storm like you did before," Dean spoke into the open air as he carried Sam outside. Thankfully it was warm enough to were the younger didn't have to wear any extra layers or a hat.


Choosing to sit on the grass, adjust Sam so he was also sitting beside, but leaning and partially cuddling against the older, Dean sighed.
 
Sam looked around at his surroundings, which were much more fascinating to him, now that he had a baby's mentality. Tugging up some grass, the younger placed it in Dean's lap, with a soft coo.
 
Chuckling at his brother's gift of sorts, the older ruffled Sam's hair, "Thanks, Sam."


Plucking a dandelion from the ground, Dean blew the seeds into the air, dancing along the breeze.
 
Sam gasped when he saw the tiny seeds floating past him. Reaching up, he tried to grab them, but they all floated away. Sam poked out his lower lip and whimpered.
 
Frowning at his brother's whimpers, Dean grabbed another dandelion and blew the seeds closer to Sam, trying to make sure the younger could catch a few.
 
Sam reached up and caught a few in his hands this time, smiling happily at Dean, lifting up his hands to show Dean what he had done.
 
Proud of Sam's showing progress in his motor skills, and his little brother just being happy in general, Dean grinned brightly, "Caught a few, huh? You're getting good at this, Sam."
 
Sam smiled at Dean and leaned against him, cooing softly. He was glad that Dean was proud of him. It made him feel really special.
 
Holding the younger and pressing a light kiss to the soft, chestnut hair, Dean spotted a red ball not to far from them. Effectively being able to reach over and grab it, the older hunter muttered, "Don't remember leaving this thing out."
 
Sam saw the ball, and smiled, reaching for it, its bright red color catching his curiousity. He doesn't rememeber seeing it before.
 
Quietly handing the younger the ball, Dean wondered if he was going to play with it or not. Honestly, the older was so elated with Sam's progress to recovery, that he pushed any sort of therapy or whatever. Maybe it was too much...
 
Mouth turning up in a smile, Dean would pass the ball to Sam whenever it was out of the younger's reach. It all kinda reminded of years ago, when they were kids, and Dean would be Sam's only playmate, or just having fun with him in general.
 
Sam played with the ball for a while, until he tired of it and tried crawling, but that was unsuccessful, as he just kept falling on his face and crying.
 
Upon seeing his brother trying to crawl and falling, Dean wrapped his brother in his arms and rocked him back and forth. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Sam. You tried crawling! That's awesome, dude. You'll get it someday."
 
Sam was still crying, when Dean picked him up. Crawling hurts. He didn't think he'd be trying that again for a while. At least, not outside.
 
"Let's get inside." Dean murmured as he brought Sam into the house. Upon seeing their crying little one, Gabriel and Cas instantly were off the couch and close to Sam.


Looking up at Dean, the archangel spoke before his brother could say anything, "What happened, Dean-o?"


The older hunter sighed, "Tried to crawl. I mean, I'm pretty proud of him for trying. But...I don't think he'll be doing that again for a while."


Both angels nodded, before deciding some cuddles were in order.
 
Sam buried his face in Dean's shoulder, and let out a heart-wrenching sob, tears streaming down his face, as he gripped Dean's shirt tightly in his fists.
 
Heart breaking at their "little" guy's cries, the three caretakers immediately tried their best to comfort Sam. Castiel grabbed a soft blanket large enough to cover the four of them, Gabriel used his mojo to conjure up a few pacifiers and soft toys, and Dean just kept himself close to the younger, not being able to move because of the fists gripping his shirt.
 
Sam eventually let go of Dean, and went quiet as he started to wet his diaper, flooding it with urine. Sighing as he finished, the younger had calmed down now, and was ready for a diaper change and playtime.
 

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