Dean sat on the floor of his apartment. He was surrounded by little wooden blocks and other baby and toddler toys. He looked around at the mess and smiled, one of his first good memories after his mothers death was teaching his baby brother how to walk.
Dean held Sam's hands and walked along behind him. He let go of his brother's hands and stepped in front of him. Sammy could stand on his own, but still hadn't taken a solo step yet.
"C'mon Sammy!" He took a step back. "Come get me."
Sammy took a wobble step forward before falling on his butt. He looked up at his brother, smiling and giggling. Then he pointed a tiny finger at Dean and said the one word he knew.
"Duck!"
"No Sammy," Dean said kneeling in front of his brother. "Not duck, Dean"
"Duck" He said again, still pointing at Dean.
"No, Dean. Can you say Dean? Deeeeeen. This," Dean said picking up a picture of a duck and showing it to Sam. "This is a duck Sammy."
Sam looked at the picture and said the word again. All Dean could do was smile.
"That's the only word you're ever gonna say isn't it?" Dean said handing Sam some blocks to play with. Just as Dean stood up to get some food from the kitchen he heard Sam behind him.
"Dean." He said. Dean turned around with the biggest grin on his face.
Now Dean sat on the floor with his one year old son. He held two wooden blocks in his hands clapping them together and laughing while Dean tried to get him to stack them on top of each other. The small stack of blocks they had managed to build suddenly toppled over.
"Uhoh. Look at that, look what happened."
The baby looked at the blocks, puzzled, then looked up at Dean and smiled.
"Da-da."
"Did……did you…. just say…what I think you said?" Dean said smiling picking up his son.
"Da-da!"
"Alright, that's my little man!" he says lifting the baby above his head. The baby giggles and kicks his legs.
"Did I just miss something?" A female voice says from behind Dean.
"He just said da-da. I knew it, I knew it would be da-da. Huh Sammy? I knew that would be your first word."
The woman smiled at Dean and the baby. He was a good daddy.
"Your brother just called from California. His wife just had the baby. Guess what they named it?"
Dean smiled. "I don't have to guess. I already know."
Sam was injured, that was all Dean knew. He hadn't been there when it happened, but he saw how bad it was. Cuts, bruises, scraps and gashes everywhere. His shirt was soaked in at least 3 spots with blood.
"C'mon Sammy, wake up!" He yelled, tapping his brother on the cheek.
Sam groaned and rolled his head towards Dean's touch.
"That's it, c'mon, wake up, I know you can hear me."
Nothing.
"Sammy, I swear to god, if you don't wake up I'll…….I'll…..well, I can't thin of anything right now." He said, carrying his brother to the car.
"C'mon, if you wake up, I promise…..I promise that I'll….I'll name my first born son after you. Think about it a nephew named after you. C'mon Sammy, wake up. Please."
Sam opened his eyes slightly.
"You've got a deal. And to top it all off, I'll name my first after you too."
Dean laughed.
"Ok, but first lets get you to a hospital so you can actually survive long enough to have kids."
"Oh really, and how do you know what they named their baby?"
"Cause, we made a deal when Sam was injured once. We'd both name our first son's after each other. They named the baby Dean."
"Actually, you're wrong. They had a girl. But you were close, they named it Deanna."
Haha, see, told you it was gonna be funny.