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First Steps, 210 words. R&R?
John walked through the door, tired as hell. The shapeshifter hadn't been easy to dispatch, but once he had he'd raced home as quickly as possible. Now he just wanted to see his sons. He'd been away for longer than he'd intended; it was now nearly two weeks since he'd left.
"Daddy! Look at Sam!" Dean yelled in delight as soon as he stepped foot inside Bobby's house. The old man was smiling, and simply pointed to Sam.
John wasn't sure whether to smile or cry as he watched his one-year-old son totter towards him. The smile on his face was huge when he saw his father, and he tried to run. Not used to walking, Sam stumbled. John caught him carefully and swung him up.
"When did you start doing that?" John asked with a smile.
"About a day after you left. Since then I haven't been able to stop him from getting into anything and everything," Bobby said with a roll of his eyes. Dean grinned and hugged his Dad. John picked him up, his heart torn between happiness, sadness and anger. He was happy that Sam had taken his first steps. But he was sad and a little angry that he hadn't been there to see them.