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Raising Sammy

Sam blushed and giggled, all this attention was greatly appreciated, and it made Sam feel loved and important, just as he should feel.
 
Carrying Sam to the living room, Gabriel and Castiel following behind him, Dean grabbed a bottle of formula on the way there, secretly wishing he didn't have to keep feeding Sam it all the time.


Sitting down and cradling his brother in his arms, long, broad body making it a bit awkward, Dean started to feed Sam his breakfast.
 
Sam decided to be fussy this time, turning away from the nipple and whining. He really didn't want to drink that formula anymore.
 
"I know you don't want to drink this anymore, Sam. But we gotta wait until your teeth grow back," Dean negotiated, rubbing small circles between his brother's shoulder blades.
 
Sam fussed and cried, lack of communication annoying. He couldn't tell Dean that he wanted something else, and it wouldn't matter anyway, because he had no teeth.
 
Sighing, Dean didn't know what to do. As much as he knew he needed to feed Sam, the older felt horrible at the fact that the younger absolutely hated that stuff. Dean was at a loss.
 
Eventually, hunger overtook Sam, and he just gave in, and decided to drink the formula. After all, it was better than nothing.
 
Smiling in relief at his younger brother deciding to just take it, Dean smoothed the long hair affectionately. Seriously, the green-eyed man couldn't wait until Sam's teeth grew back. It'd make everything so much easier.
 
Wiping the spit up gently from his brother's face, Dean hummed a song while he held his brother close, still feeling guilty at having Sam drink that crap.
 
Sam cooed softly, and gently nuzzled Dean, relaxing in his arms, and smiling at the closeness and warmth eminating from his brother.
 
Watching the two Winchesters cuddle close to one another, both angels smiled. It was a far contrast to their lives a few months ago, filled with fighting and never-ending danger. Now it was peaceful and domestic, brimming with love and affection.
 
Gabriel and Cas smiled more at the soft gurgle they received, and the bright, hazel eyes looking back at them. Their little one was pretty cute.
 
Putting on a smug expression and shrugging a shoulder, Dean said, "Just have it in me, I guess." Earning a frown from Castiel and a glare from Gabriel, the hunter chuckled before holding Sam closer, focusing on his brother entirely.
 
It wasn't long before Sam was done cuddling and wanting to play, fussing and squirming in Dean's arms, trying to get onto the floor, where his play mat was.
 
Internally pleased with how Sam was progressing and finding new ways to move, Dean stood up and nearby his brother. The two angels behind him watched in slight awe and interest.


"Doing great, Sam. Keep it up," Dean praised, eyes sparkling and crinkling at the corners.
 
Ruffling Sam's hair affectionately, Dean sat himself on the play mat in front of the younger, then helped Sam sit up.
 
Sitting up, the younger reached out and picked up a little rubber ball. He "examined" it before throwing it as well as he could squealing when it almost made it across the room.
 
Grinning widely at Sam's proud squeals, Dean hugged his brother tightly. Kid was getting better and better as the days went by. When the older was first able to visit Sam at the hospital after the incident with the wendigo, the younger couldn't hold the ball, much less throw it. But that was thing of history, never to happen again.


Cas and Gabriel broke into similar smiles and joined Dean, so they could sit beside Sam.


"That was impressive, Sam." the blue-eyed angel praised.


"Gettin' better, kiddo." the archangel remarked.
 
Sam smiled at all this attention, and clumsily hugged the three men the best he could, nearly falling over in the process.
 

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