Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own Sam, Dean, or the rest of the Winchester family. Nor to I own Supernatural. I just like to screw around in their word. :)
Author's Note: Beta'd! Can y'believe it? It's been beta'd! xD First time that's happened in ages... Oh!! And she thought it was adorable. :D So I'm super proud about it.
And remember, folks, this it the first in a series of 26. Two and three are finished and might be posted later this evening. ... Or maybe not. Maybe it'll be a treat for tomorrow. :3 Much love!
::First::
Sam Winchester is barely two weeks old and it's his first time out of the hospital. He's in the car next to Momma while Papa is making the buggy-thing go to where ever they're going. Sammy hopes it's soon though, cause he's really, really tired...
When Sam next woke up, he was in the arms of a stranger. They smelled like Papa and Momma, more like Papa, but the smell is still....different. It is different in a good way though.
Sam wriggled impatiently in the stranger's arms as he struggled to name something that he didn't have a name for and earns a half-smothered giggle for his efforts.
Sam opened his eyes, blinking in mild shock at the sound as he stared into a pair of large hazel eyes that seemed to hover right over his face. Momma laughed, yes, but it was soft - muted, almost - and Papa hadn't laughed yet. Sam sometimes wondered why.
But this person! This new person was so... What was the word Momma had used? He was... Was... Oh! He was pretty! That's it!
Sam smiled contentedly and the face above him broke into one of those wide grins that made his whole face crinkle. And his eyes, the boy's eyes, crinkled, too. Such a pretty, pretty hazel. Sammy just wanted to touch them...
"Pwetty Sammy, Mom!" Sammy wriggled in excitement and flailed his hands. He wanted the stranger's attention - he wanted those eyes! When the stranger's attention was brought back to him, Sam gurgled in delight and, with his strength fading into the soothing blackness that he'd come to associate with - what was the word Momma had called it? - sleep, he reached up for those pretty, pretty hazel eyes.
But wouldn't you know it? His hand fell short and landed on the stranger's nose. There was a brief moment of silence before the stranger began giggling. Sam squealed once more in delight and flailed his hands, but his limbs were getting a little more than heavy at this point, and he blinked hazily once before shuttign his eyes and opening his mouth to yawn and smack his lips.
"Oh, look, Dean! He's falling asleep in your arms." Momma's voice.
There is a soft, unintelligible reply and Sam barely managed a faint smile as the last of the sleep overtook him. Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean. What a pretty name.
Silver: Soo... What'd you guys think?
Sam(my): I thought it wa-
Dean: I was never that young. Never.
Silver: Uhh... Right.
Sam: No kidding. Anyway, I thought it was great, you really captured that moment.
Silver: Aww! Thank you Sammy!! I knew there was a reason I liked you best. ::smooches::
Sam: x) ::blushes::
Dean: But I-but... I thought you loved me!
Silver: I do. But Sammy knew what to say to feed my failing ego. So he's winning. xD
Dean: ... ::pouts::
