I don't know if it's convenient for you to read the title but it's called "First Words". I have said before in the last chapter's foot note that this would be really fluffy. Not recommended for people suffering from Domestic-Dean-is-too-cute-itis. I hope you'll like though.

It has been almost ten months since Dean found Mary on his doorstep and she has grown into a very bubbly one year old. He managed to take care of her while going around on his hunting jobs and looking for Sam. They've found Sam a few months back. He was surprised to find Dean dragging a baby along with him everywhere he goes.

"What's his name?" Sam had asked when he first saw Mary. He saw how attached Dean had already become with the baby and had no intentions of taking her away from him.

"Mary," Dean had answered simply and without expression. "And he's a she."

"Mary?" Sam asked. "Did you name her?"

Dean shook his head, saying, "Nope, it was written in the letter her mother left with her. Her mom was taken by hellhounds. I didn't even get to see her."

The two of them shared a knowing look and never mentioned it again. They took care of Mary as if she were their own blood and flesh. They took turns to change her diapers and to feed her and keep her happy when she starts crying. Dean took extra responsibility of her and Mary, too, became more attached to Dean. Back in the present time, Sam had gone out for a supply run and Dean is left to make sure Mary finishes her dinner.

"Mary, please eat your dinner," Dean says as he scoops another spoonful of mashed up substance and holds it to her mouth. "Just one more scoop, okay?"

Mary screws up her face and pulls away from her food. She is covered in the off white mash and the parts that have dried up stick to her clothes. Dean gives up feeding her and picks her up to get her cleaned up. Mary squeaks out her happy baby sounds as Dean rocks her to keep her from crying. She mumbles some unintelligible words as she is learning how to speak.

"Papa," Mary shouts out suddenly.

Dean stops short and stares at the baby, who smiles up at him with her few newly grown teeth. "What did you say?"

"Papa!" Mary repeats. She laughs her little baby laugh and reaches for Dean with her pudgy hands opening and closing. "Papa!"

Dean smiles against his will. He hasn't smiled like that for God knows how long. "Papa? I guess I am your papa, aren't I? And you're my little girl," he says, tickling Mary's round tummy, inducing more squeaky bursts of laughter from her.

Dean has gotten her changed and cleaned up before placing her in her cot so he can clean the table up. Mary coos in her cot as she bounces her teddy bear around. Dean blinks back the happy tear hanging at the edge of his eyelids. He never thought that he would be this happy to be raising a child. He can still remember a time when he found babies loud and messy and utterly annoying.

It touched him, even though he knows the baby doesn't know any better, that she would regard him a father figure. She puts all her faith and trust in him. And all this is expressed through a two syllable word she barely understands herself.

Sam comes back and Dean excitedly tells him about Mary's new trick. Sam humours him and sets the supplies down as Dean goes to get Mary out of her cot. He mutters a few words to her and Mary gurgles happily.

"Papa," Mary says and even Sam in impressed. "Papa," she says again, hugging Dean's shoulder as tight as she can.

Sam catches the way his brother's eyes crinkle up with happiness. Even though Dean tries not to show how happy he is, there is still a faint ghost of a smile there on his face. Sam laughs and tries to hold Mary but she doesn't want to be held by Sam and Sam takes no offense.

"Papa," Mary echoes, shaking her head when Sam moved to take her from Dean.

It has been confirmed. Dean is now officially her "Papa".

"So I guess it's Uncle Sam now," Sam concludes.

Neither man says anything else as they were too happy. Only Mary speaks, muttering "Papa" softly on Dean's shoulder.