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Raising Sammy

While the odd breathing sounds worried Dean, he knew it wouldn't last forever and eventually fell asleep, still holding his brother close.


Smiling softly at the sight before them, the two angels exchanged a fond look before going to do their own things around the house.
 
Yawning and effectively waking up from Sam's whines and fusses, Dean groggily got the diaper supplies and changed his brother's diaper. The older pondered if he should start feeding Sam baby food and soft things, or keep the formula thing going until the younger's teeth fully came in.


Deciding that feeding the younger baby food couldn't hurt, judging by the teeth beginning to show from sore gums, Dean retrieved a spoon and a jar of food before starting to feed his brother.


"Hopefully you don't have to eat that formula crap anymore," the older murmured.
 
Sam smiled, and patted his highchair tray, feeling a bit better, now that he was finally gonna be able to eat some jarred food.
 
Green eyes crinkling at the corners, Dean started to feed his brother, glad that he'd finally be able to throw out that formula.
 
Of course, Sammy got really messy, food all over his chin, clothes and on his highchair tray, but the younger couldn't have been happier to finally eat that solid food again.
 
Wiping the mess from his brother's face and other places, Dean said, "We might have to give you a bath, Sam. Does that sound okay?" The warm water might help clear up the congestion in the younger's chest, and in general just make him feel better.
 
Sam whined. He hated baths, and having one when he was sick did not sound enjoyable, at all to him. Of course, the younger didn't really realize how dirty he was.
 
Removing Sam from his highchair, Dean tried to reassure the chestnut-haired man, "Don't worry, Sammy, I'll try to make it quick."


Taking his brother to the bathroom, and sitting him down on the floor, Dean removed Sam's diaper and turned on the bath faucet, letting the tub fill up with warm water.
 
Sam whimpered and cried, trying to crawl away, but he didn't have enough energy to really move, so trying to escape was hopeless.
 
Sighing, Dean gently wiped away Sam's tears with his thumb, "I'll be fast as lightning, I promise." Getting Sam's lanky, and tall frame into the tub was a challenge, but the older Winchester was able to do it.


Trying to distract Sam from being any more distressed, Dean put some bath toys into the water, before starting to wash the younger's body with a bath mitt.
 
Sam reached out and grabbed a toy boat, clumsily pushing it around in the water, as Dean started washing him all over.
 
Expression softening at his brother clumsily pushing around a toy boat in the water, Dean smiled slightly as he continued to wash Sam. Then came the dreaded hair-washing.


"'Kay, Sam. I'm gonna put this over your eyes and keep 'em shut for me, alright?" the older said firmly as he placed a flannel over Sam's eyes.
 
Sam whimpered and closed his eyes, fussing whenever Dean poured the water over his head and started rubbing shampoo in his hair.
 
After the process of washing Sam's hair, Dean finished before giving Sam a comforting kiss on the cheek and removed the flannel, "Good job, Sammy. It's over."


Taking his brother out of the tub once the water started to cool, Dean taped a new diaper around the taller's waist and put only a striped onesie on Sam, thinking any other clothes would be too warm.
 
Sam whined and sneezed, his long, chestnut hair fuzzy and sticking out everywhere. It was pretty adorable, and the younger squirming around on the floor wasn't helping the matter.
 
Not being able to help but smile at his brother's long, fuzzy hair, Dean quickly wiped a tissue under Sam's nose before scooping him up and bringing him back to the living room. The two sat down on Sam's blanket, the weather being dark and wet outside.
 
Sam looked at Dean, and patted his leg, smiling softly, as he slowly scooted closer to him, wrapping his arms around him for a hug.
 
Returning the hug gladly, Dean pulled back a bit and said, "Hey, lemme see how your teeth are coming in, buddy."
 
Sam smiled and gave a small sigh of releif, glad that Dean decided not to check his teeth yet. However, sitting on the blanket was getting a bit boring.
 
Rolling his eyes fondly at Sam's sigh of relief, Dean brought over Sam's collection of toys to their spot in the living room, hoping to occupy the younger.
 
Sam sat there for a minute, before reaching down and picking up a toy, a little rubber giraffe that squeaked when you squeezed it. Bringing it to his mouth, the baby boy started to chew on it.
 
Laughing at his brother's actions, Dean grinned before ruffling Sam's hair. At least now the kid could chew on things without hurting his gums too badly. The younger Winchester was recovering in leaps and bounds, much to his three caretakers' delight.
 

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