A/N: Hallo to the people. This is the first revised chapter. I really didn't like how the other story was progressing and I've mended it. I hope you enjoy the new version. It seems to flow a bit better and it's less rushed.

Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me, but the children that pop from them are totally mine. Ha!

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The day was peaceful, or as peaceful as it could be with a six month old teething nightmare. Dean was officially awake and walking Samael from one end of the room to the other, trying to calm the fussy boy down. Unlike Castiel, who had managed to get a bit frustrated with the situation, Dean was handling it perfectly. He'd put a carrot in the freezer the night before and was now making his way to the kitchen for said carrot, knowing the cold would help numb the pain Samael was in.

It had been a rather uneventful four months for the Winchester brood. Sam and Micah had gotten reacquainted and were now happily lying on the living room couch watching Treasure Planet and eating popcorn while Micah talked a mile a minute. He'd gotten quite adorable as he'd grown. He had Gabriel's hair color but Sam's hair length – refusing to cut it – and it suited him. His eyes were a dark honey color and his ears weren't nearly as big as Sam had feared they'd be.

Sadly Sam was back on his anti-depressant angel blood. His depression had resurfaced with a vengeance when Micah had been taken to be healed. He'd already had problems bonding with his son and now four years of Micah's life had been taken from him. Hell, Dean had to admit that Sam had taken this whole thing a lot better than he would have.

Sam and Micah were in a crucial part of the movie when Dean walked by with Samael still crying his little heart out. Sam paused the movie, to the dismay of his son, and turned to look at Dean.

"Teething?"

Dean nodded, patting Samael's back as the baby screamed. "It's pretty bad tonight."

Sam opened his arms. "Hand him to me."

Dean walked over to Sam and gently placed the screaming child into his arms and watched Sam put a finger into the little boy's mouth. Samael immediately clamped down and gurgled his approval. Sam's finger probably still tasted like popcorn, Dean mused.

"Daddy!" Micah looked ready to throw a tantrum.

"Yeah sweetie?" Sam asked, looking fondly at Micah.

Micah sighed. He really wanted to be mad at his daddy for pausing the movie, but then he looked at Samael, who had finally stopped crying, and he couldn't bring himself to be mad.

"Why is he crying so much?" He asked, petting the baby's soft hair.

Sam smiled lovingly at his son. "Because he's teething."

"That hurts?" Micah looked curiously at Samael as the baby continued to gnaw on Sam's finger.

"Quite a bit." Sam answered, wincing as the baby bit down hard on his now sore finger.

"It must suck."

Dean laughed as he made his way out of the kitchen, carrot in hand. "It totally sucks big man."

"Uncle Dean!" Micah smiled fondly, wiggling closer to his dad so Dean would have a place to sit. "Sit next to me please."

"There's no where else I'd rather sit."

Dean and Micah had formed a close relationship, where in Dean saw him as a second son and hoped Sam would develop the same bond with Samael. They were close as children he holed their children would be close as well, and by the way Micah continued to pet Samael's hair, he didn't doubt that outcome.

"Here Sammy, have him gnaw on this and give your finger a break." Dean said, handing the carrot over to Sam who took it gratefully.

Sam showed Samael the carrot and watched his little eyes widen with curiosity as his hand reached forward to grab at it. It took a few tries but Samael's little hand was firmly wrapped around the carrot before the carrot was shoved into his mouth right next to Sam's finger and he began gnawing away happily at the coldness.

Sam made to remove his finger only for Samael to whimper and whine. With a sigh, Sam resigned himself to being a teething ring for the youngest Winchester.

"Hey, I tried." Dean announced, grabbing the remote and finally un-pausing the movie, to Micah's great enjoyment.

"This is the bestest part, uncle Dean. The bad guys gonna get good and then all of them live forever happy." Micah announced, sitting at the edge of his seat. How many times had Micah watched this movie? Dean didn't know. He did, however, know that as long as it made Micah happy, the number really didn't matter.

"Sammy love!" It was Gabriel and he looked pale as he made his way towards the little group on the couch.

"What's the matter papa?" Micah asked, turning his full attention towards Gabriel and immediately placing a hand on the angel's protruding stomach. "And why's your belly all hard?"

"Everything's okay, honey. Can you be a really big boy and go with uncle Dean to the kitchen and make ice cups like we practiced?" Gabriel asked and watched Micah nod, his hair bobbing up and down.

"Come here midget." Dean said, lifting Samael into his arms and holding him close as he stood from the couch. "You too buddy."

Micah stood from the couch and followed Dean towards the kitchen, with the occasional hesitant glance behind him as he went. His papa's stomach moved a lot but it had never gone hard before. He was worried but uncle Dean and daddy didn't seem worried so maybe it wasn't a bad thing after all.

Sam waited until Micah was no longer within hearing range before turning to Gabriel with a hesitant smile.

"Are you okay, is it the baby?" Sam asked, looking dead serious.

"Sammy, you need to calm down and yes, it's the baby." Gabriel answered forgetting how badly Sam could panic.

"What's wrong with her? Do I need to call someone? Mathew or god or..." Sam's rant was cut short with a sweet kiss.

"I'm just in labor you moron." Gabriel smiled as realization finally dawned on Sam.

"Really...then I need to call Mathew and I have to call Bobby, I promised he could be here. I have to make sure Cas and Dean know and I have to see whose going to watch the kids..." Sam rambled, standing and pacing the floor.

"I already called Mathew and Bobby, they'll be here in about an hour and Bobby assured me the kids would be taken care of, Castiel and Dean will know soon enough and will you stop pacing my head's spinning." Gabriel answered closing his eyes and shaking his head, trying to get the dizziness to subside.

"Bobby lives farther than that, how's he gonna be here in an hour?" Sam ranted, plopping down next to Gabriel.

"He was shopping, apparently." Gabriel answered with a fond smile.

Sam looked gobsmacked. Bobby, shopping? "Okay."

"You can go tell Castiel." Gabriel said, seeing as how Sam was twitching in his seat for something to do.

Sam didn't need to be told twice as he stood and ran towards the far room. Opening the door he was greeted with the site of the angel folding laundry. He looked happy as he hummed and folded Samael's small clothes, swaying back and forth to the rhythm he was creating.

"What can I do for you Sam?" Castiel asked, turning to face the hunter.

"Gabe's in labor." Sam said, smile widening as he allowed the words to flow out of his mouth. Sam was going to be a dad and he couldn't be happier.

"I will assist where I can." Castiel said, turning back to the laundry.

Sam frowned. Since when did Castiel go back to being emotionally constipated? "Cas, you okay?"

"No!" Cas answered honesty. "My son is teething and I am useless in my frustration."

Sam shook his head. "Fingers."

Castiel whipped around to face Sam in his confusion. "What?"

"Fingers. Teething babies apparently love them, you know...for when you get frustrated again." Sam answered, shrugging.

Castiel smiled and nodded. "I'll remember that for future use. Thank you."

"No problem." Sam said, digging his toes into the carpet. He was worried and he wanted some form of reassurance, it was sad that he was seeking said reassurance from the ever logical Castiel.

"Sammy!" Sam turned and faced Dean. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Sam lied looking at Micah who was standing close to Dean's legs. "Mathew and Bobby are on their way."

"Who's Bobby?" Micah asked, looking up with big curious eyes.

"He's your grandpa." Sam explained, kneeling before his son. "And he hasn't seen you in a really long time."

"Is he nice?"

"He's the best dude." Dean answered, walking over to Castiel and kissing him soundly.

"Ewww!" Micah squeaked, making a face.

"Don't you like kisses?" Sam asked, eyes wide with feigned shock. "Aren't kisses the bestest?" He leaned forward and placed a kiss to Micah's nose, causing the little boy to belly laugh.

"Daddy!" Micah chided as Sam went in for another kiss. "Stop!"

"What's that Mikey? You want MORE kisses?"

"No." Micah was rolling on the floor, dissolving into a fit of laughter as Sam kissed his little belly. "I said stop."

"What was that?" Dean asked tilting his head to better hear the boy. "Sam, I heard him, he said he wants even MORE kisses."

"Is that so?" Sam said, smile widening as he dove down, placing kiss upon kiss to his son's face and belly and Micah was nothing but a laughing puddle on the floor. Giggling and trying to push Sam's face away.

"Enough kisses." Micah squealed, trying to kick his daddy off him.

"Hugs, kisses and loves?" Sam asked, hopeful.

Micah nodded and opened his arms. Sam hugged his son close "Hugs." He then placed a small kiss to the boy's cheek. "Kisses" and finally topped it all off by giving his son an Eskimo kiss. "Loves."

"I love you daddy." Micah announced. Sam's heart soared as he watched Micah turn and run to the living room towards Gabriel.

"Sammy, your kid is so cute it's disgusting." Dean commented.

"I know." Sam smiled. "I know."