Dean's first word
It was Saturday and the little Winchester family was in the living room. Mary was sitting on the loveseat reading a book while John and little Dean were on the floor. Dean giggled when his father tickled his tummy and made funny noises.
"Say daddy, little one. Da-ddy," coaxed John looking at his firstborn expectantly.
Dean looked up at his daddy with innocent green eyes, without making any coherent sounds.
"Da-ddy, say it Ace, da-ddy."
Dean laughed at his dad and pounded his little fists against his thighs rocking to and fro on his diapered bottom.
Pointing at himself, John tried it again: "Who is that? I'm your Da-ddy."
"John, leave him alone, he will start speaking when he is ready," said Mary looking lovingly at her two men.
"Come here, Dean-o, mommy and you are getting some pie. You like pie, don't you?", Mary got up and took her little boy into her arms.
Dean smiled at her, clapping his little hands: "Pie!"
"Did he just…," asked John getting to his feet.
"Do you want some pie Dean?" Mary asked her son.
"Pie! Pie!" repeated the little boy like a mantra clapping his hands and bouncing in his mother's arms.
Mary laughed as she saw John's face, "Oh come on, daddy, don't be jealous of pie."