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Raising Sammy

Pulling them both off the couch, Dean changed Sam's diaper and taped one that was slightly more padded around the younger's waist. Just in case there was anymore "flooding" so to speak.


Sitting his brother on a blanket, the older made a small pile of toys for Sam to play with.
 
Sam gurgled and reached forward, picking up a little crinkly teething toy, and bringing it to his mouth, chewing on it, an listening to the crinkle sounds it made.
 
Expression softening at hearing the younger chewing on the teething toy, Dean gently tickled Sam's sides, avoiding his tummy since it was rather sensitive and didn't feel the best. Dean just wanted to hear his brother laugh, after his breaking cries.
 
Sam squirmed and smiled, letting out a series of loud, happy giggles, as Dean tickled his sides. He was happy now, and wanted everyone else to see that.
 
Joining the Winchesters on the blanket, Gabriel and Castiel smiled warmly at Sam's giggles and brought-back happiness.


"Hey, kiddo. What're we gonna play with?" the archangel theatrically wondered.
 
Quirking a brow and smirking, the golden-eyed angel nodded, "Thanks!" Throwing it up a bit in the air and catching it every time, Gabriel was occupied at the moment.


Blinking, Castiel rumbled fondly, "Is there anything I should play with, Sam?"


"Me too," Dean urged, green eyes crinkling at the corners.
 
Sam smiled and picked up various toys, handing them to Dean and Cas with a gurgle. He hoped that they liked his toys.
 
"Thank you, Sam," Castiel uttered, blue eyes mixed with affection while he examined his gift with curiosity.


Ruffling his brother's hair, Dean added his own, "Yeah, thanks, Sammy."


All three caretakers dutifully played with their toys, enjoying spending time with Sam.
 
Sammy flopped down onto his tummy, and looked up at Dean, gently patting his legs, and gurgling, looking up at Dean with big, bright yes.
 
Noticing how Sam flopped onto his tummy all on his own, Dean's smile grew larger and brighter, "Nice job." Those hazel eyes filled with innocence made the older's heart tug. Kid still knew how to use 'em.
 
Sam babbled and reached up at Dean, patting his body curiously, his eyes still big and bright, and full of innocence.
 
"Easy there, tiger." Dean teased as he felt Sam pat his body. But the older didn't blame him, he was just a baby mentally, so he was bound to be curious to certain things.
 
Sam grumbled a bit and tried pulling himself up into a sitting position, but was unsuccessful, and started fussing and whining. He hated not being able to move properly.
 
Helping the younger move into a sitting position, Dean ruffled Sam's hair, "You'll learn how to do it sometime, Sam. Just gonna take time. S'what therapy's for, I guess."
 
Sam, now sitting up, smiled and picked up a foam block, placing it on the floor in front of him, he looked at Dean and pointed to another block, wanting to build a tower.
 
Following Sam's instructions, Dean started to help build a tower. Gabriel and Castiel followed along too, adding more and more blocks as the tower became taller and taller.
 
Filled with smug satisfaction that Sam had given him the last block, the green-eyed man placed it carefully on top of the other blocks, completing the tower. All three caretakers smiled, and looked fondly at Sam.


"Lookin' good, kiddo." Gabriel commented earnestly.


Castiel nodded, "It is a very good tower, Sam."


And lastly, Dean spoke proudly, "Knew it."
 
Expressions growing brighter at hearing their little one's clapping, the three sat themselves back down beside Sam, choosing to stay close to the younger. All three internally agreed that being a caretaker was rather enjoyable and rewarding.


"So...what are we gonna do with this tower, Sam?" Dean asked.
 
Sam just sat there for a minute, before swinging his arm out, and hitting the tower, causing it to come crashing down, blocks falling everywhere.
 
A moment of silence paused before all three caretakers burst into laughter. They both had and hadn't expected that. The trio had come to love taking care of Sam, in this one day, and looked forward to the ones after.


(Skip to another time?)
 
Sam woke up the next morning, with a yawn. Stretching, the young man slowly opened his eyes to see Dean, Cas and Gabriel standing over his crib and smiling down at him. Of course, the natural thing to do, was to smile back, which Sam did.
 
"Morning, Sasquatch!" Gabriel exclaimed into the open air, impish grin already on his face.


"Good morning, Sam." Castiel murmured, smiling softly and the complete opposite of his archangel brother.


Picking Sam up and changing his diaper, Dean kissed the younger's cheek, "Mornin', Sam."
 

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