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Raising Sammy

Peppering kisses all over Sam's face, Dean cooed, "Love you too, baby." He tickled Sam's sides with evil laughter.
 
Sam squealed and giggled, as he kicked out his long legs happily, and gently punched Dean's arm. "Daddy, no! Stop!" He said through giggles.
 
"Alright. Alright," Dean teased as he soon stopped his tickling. Cuddling his brother close, Dean kissed the taller's cheek.
 
Dean sighed in content, "It's really quiet without Gabriel here..." And that was true, the archangel not being around to cheer loudly or do some prank.
 
"They should be back in a few days," Dean answered. While he missed them both very much, Dean kind of wanted to take care of Sam on his own for a bit. Just to see if he could really do it.
 
Cuddling Sam close, Dean said, "S'alright. They'll be back before you know it, baby. You've got Daddy with you."
 
Taking Sam to the nursery, Dean changed the younger's diaper and changed him into some footie pajamas with puppies on them. Placing Sam on his toddler bed, and tucking him in, Dean gave the taller his moose stuffie. "Night, Sammy," he murmured lovingly, as he turned on the night light.
 
Dean, meanwhile, got ready for bed himself. It was very quiet in the house, and the older Winchester secretly wished something was loud or quiet to fill it more. But, he had to prove to himself he was okay taking care of Sam on his own.


(Skip to the next day?)
 
Entering the room, Dean shushed the younger's cries as he changed Sam's diaper. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm gonna help you out." Once that was done, and Sam's clothes were changed, Dean brought him to the kitchen and sat the younger in his highchair.
 
Making pancakes, Dean whistled to himself once they were done. He covered them in warm syrup and put some on Sam's plate. Ruffling the taller's long hair, Dean cut the pancakes into small pieces so Sam could eat them.
 
Sam smiled and picked up his fork, remebering what Daddy had taught him, and started to eat. (Maybe Sam tries training pants?)
 
(Sure!)


Once Sam was done with his food, Dean praised with a bright smile, "Good job, Sammy. Such a big boy." Picking up the taller from his highchair, Dean placed him on his hip and asked, "Wanna try your pull-ups again?"
 
"Yeah! Be big boy for Daddy!" Sam said, with a grin, as he squirmed happily in Dean's arms. He was so happy that he got a chance to wear his pull-ups again.
 
Dean grinned, "You're always a big boy for Daddy." Bring Sam to his room, Dean laid the hazel-eyed man on the changing mat and replaced his diapers with the pull-ups. After that, Dean placed his hands on his hips, "How's it feel?"
 
Dean frowned slightly at Sam's words, hoping it wasn't uncomfortable. "You can take it off it you want, baby," he said.
 

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