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Raising Sammy

Blushing brightly, Dean breathed a laugh before smiling up at Sam and kissing his brother's cheek. "Daddy..." he cooed.
 
Taking a slow drink from the sippy cup, which felt foreign compared to his usual choice of containers, Dean sighed in content once he was done. Some bubbles rose up in his tummy, and before he could stop it, Dean burped.
 
While he was sucking on the pacifier, Dean accidentally bit his tongue. He jumped at the pain and cursed, "Son of a bitch," under his breath.
 
A bit shocked by Sam's sudden leave. Dean's eyes widened before he sprung into action. Gabriel and Cas had gone to do some angel business, leaving just the two of them in the house.


Taking off the diaper, and putting his adult clothes back on, Dean thundered through the hallway, trying to look for his baby. "Sammy!" he called.
 
Sam was hiding in a hallway closet, but couldn't get out, as he had accidentally locked himself in. "Daddy! Help! I no get out! It scawry!" Sam sobbed, as he banged his hands against the door.
 
Hearing loud bangs, Dean stood in front of the hallway closet and said, "Just stay still, baby." Turning the lock with a firm click, Dean opened the door to see Sam huddled inside. "Why'd you run away like that?" the older asked.
 
"You say bad word, Daddy. No like bad words." Sam cried, as he wrapped his arms around Dean, gripping his shirt tightly.
 
Rubbing Sam's back, Dean smiled despite himself, "Sorry, baby. I'll try next time to keep it inside." It would probably be a good thing if Dean didn't curse around Sam, he didn't want the younger to pick it up.
 
"Daddy pwomise?" Sam asked, sniffling softly, not really doubting Dean's words, knowing how much he loved his baby boy.
 
The older nodded, "Sure." as he took Sam's hand and brought him to the kitchen. Giving Sam a sippy cup of juice, Dean put some toddler-friendly snacks on a plate before giving it to his little one.
 
"No thanks, Sammy." Dean answered with a shake of his head. Once Sam was done with his snack, Dean took a damp cloth and cleaned the taller's face and hands.
 
Sam giggled when Daddy was cleaning him, as the cloth tickled a bit. Once Sam was all clean, he got up and toddled over to the couch, wanting to watch tv.
 

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