AN: Goooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Sorry for the slight delay! Allergies, real life, lack of concentration, and just the general stuff got in the way yesterday. Sigh. Anyways. You guys, this story is almost over! I know, I know. But I have adventures for you and I still have some requests to fill (there coming guys! I promise!) and I have long over due sequels for other stories such as My Wolfen Brother, and Iditarod (there's a few more but you get it). Also working on my lack of focus. Dad says my mind races too much and I can't calm it down. So we're trying out different ways for me to keep my mind calm and steady, so when I go to write I won't be distracted, stop in the middle because I can't focus, or forget to write. So far we found insturmental music and some 80s to be calming enough to were I can focus. So what am I listening to now? Doctor Who Meets Metal by 331Erock. This is amazing! I suggest looking him up on Youtube! He's awesome! Anyways! Got the ball rolling on my first book from series! I'll post info on it later on my profile, I meant to do that last night but I completely forgot. Sorry! Anyways, glad some of you liked my song in the last chapter! I wrote it a year before I got my guitar and I've had my guitar for about 9-10 years now. And yes, if songs do appear in future fics they'll most likely be from me. Anywhozzles, when we left off Sammy died! NO! Wahhh! *sniff* Let's go see how Dean is!

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A tiny surprise

Two months after Sam's death

Two later after Sam died in his brothers arms Dean had nearly given up. Nearly. He more or less just goes through the days. He works with Bobby at his yard fixing cars, and takes local hunts. After Sam died going all over the country for hunts didn't feel right without him. Hell the Impala felt different. The passenger seat up front was always Sam's. And now it's empty. Empty and lonely. Sam always made it feel like home.

Home. Without Sam, no where, not even Bobbys' place felt like home.

Dean sighed and got back to work on the car he was servicing. With a flick of his wrist he flipped on the radio that sat on the work bench and listened to the easy flow of classic rock. Not his usual style, but he needed to mellow out and focus. His focus sucked lately as Bobby would point out. Even Castiel noticed from time to time.

Speaking of the angel. Dean looked up and saw the angel standing there. Castiel would often drop by to see how Dean was doing, and pay a visit to Sam's grave. While they salted and burned his body and made a small grave marker at Sam's favorite spot in the wood, like his mother, they buried an empty coffin and made a second grave next to hers. Dean thought Sam would've liked to buried next to their mother.

"Hello Dean." Castiel greeted.

"Hey Cas." Dean greeted back.

"How are you today?" Castiel asked.

Dean had already gone through the five stages of grief and he no longer had to fear about asking him how we was and getting yelled or screamed at.

"I'm doing good today. Really missing Sammy. But I'm good." Dean said. "Have you visited any of his graves?"

"Yes. Both actually. The one in Kansas first and then the one in the woods." Castiel said. "The one in the woods has nice plants. Did you plant them?"

"Yeah. Figured it could use some color." Dean said. "Have you seen Sammy at all in Heaven?"

"No. I suspect he is with your mother and his lover. Your father is still in Hell." Castiel said.

"Good. And I hope so. Sam deserves to be happy and I hope he gets to know mom a little." Dean said.

Dean and Castiel fell into their usual routine of talking while Dean worked and then when he was finished Dean would shower and Castiel would take him to Kansas to visit his mother and brother. Then they would join Bobby for dinner and then sit outside enjoying a beer.

"How could someone die in their arms with a kiss or words?" Castiel questioned as the song played on the radio.

"It's just a song Cas. Although Sammy told me once he thought it meant words hurt so much they person died. But really it's just a song." Dean explained.

"I see." Castiel said pondering the idea.

Dean chuckled. Castiel was like Sammy sometimes. But mostly Cas was like a lost kitten that needed extra guidance.

Dean finished his work and flicked off the radio.

"Alright Cas. Let me shower and change and we'll head to Kansas." Dean said.

Castiel nodded and followed Dean towards the house. They were just about to walk inside when they heard a piercing wail and then crying. Like an infant.

"What the..?" Dean asked.

"Shall we invistigate?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah. Come on." Dean said.

They looked all around the yard but nothing. The crying continued but they didn't know where it was coming from. As Dean passed the Impala he heard the crying coming from inside it. He looked inside and sure enough there was a six month old baby crying in the passenger seat. Sam's seat.

Dean opened the door and picked up the crying infant. He was amazed the baby instantly calmed down and looked at Dean with big, bright, hazel puppy eyes. Wait.

"S Sammy?" Dean asked.

The baby smiled and cooed at his name. Dean couldn't believe it. This baby, this tiny little infant, was his Sammy.

"Dean did you find it?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah. Cas. This baby is Sammy." Dean whispered.

"What? Let me see him." Castiel said.

Dean almost growled, but he reluctantly handed him the baby. Castiel examined him and confirmed it. The infant was Sam.

"Sammy. My Sammy." Dean whispered as held the baby gently in his arms.

The baby cooed at his big brother. They took him inside and wrapped Sam in a blanket.

"Bobby! Bobby look!" Dean hurried into the study remembering the older man.

"Dean boy! What's got you so excited? Why do you have a baby?" Bobby asked.

Dean explained everything to Bobby. Bobby looked shocked. He glanced at the tiny infant in Dean's arms and the eyes confirmed it. The baby was Sammy.

Bobby took the baby from Dean so he could go to town and get the baby some supplies. Dean was of course reluctant but went ahead with it. He needed to go for drive anyhow. Castiel watched as Bobby talked to Sam.

"Robert?" Casitel asked.

"Yeah?" Bobby asked.

"Why is Sam so tiny? He should be bigger." Castiel asked.

"You're right. He should be. But Sam was always small for his age. He didn't hit a growth spurt until he was at least fourteen. But Sam was always tiny as a youngster. Even at this age. Sam was born prematuraly. Meaning he was born early then his actual day. But he always healthy and that's what matters." Bobby said.

Castiel agreed. But he made a note to be careful with Sam while he was a baby. He didn't want to harm him or break him. Especially since he was so tiny.

When Dean came back he showered and got his Sam bathed while splashing Dean in the process, and was now dressing him in warm but cool summer clothes.

"You know I missed you so much Sammy. I didn't know what to do with myself. Now I got you back and I'm going to take care of you. I raised you once. I can do it again." Dean said proudly.

Sam cooed behind his pacifier which he was happily sucking on.

"I'm glad you're back kiddo." Dean beamed at his tiny brother.

Sam made a happy noise and raised his little arms to be held. Dean smiled and complied. He smiled even more when Sammy laid his head down on his shoulder and snuggled into him. Dean rubbed the tiny back and headed downstairs.

As the afternoon went on the older hunter and angel watched the demon take care of his re borned sibling. They saw a gentle and fatherly side of Dean no one but Sam has seen. Dean even now as a demon was very protective. It took everything he had not to growl when he let the others hold and play with Sammy.

Later that night

"I must be going. I have questions to ask as to why Sam why was re born." Castiel said.

"Alright. We'll see you tomorrow." Dean said.

Castiel nodded and headed for home. Dean and Bobby were also curious as to why their youngest was back and why was he an infant and not twenty two?

"I suppose we'll find out tomorrow. For now it's beddy bye time for little Sam." Dean said.

Sam blinked owlishly at his big brother and rubbed his eyes sleepily, then yawned around his pacifier.

"Yup. Definitely bed time for you squirt." Dean chuckled.

Dean made a bottle for his brother and sat down in the old rocking chair and rocked slowly as he fed Sammy.

"Use to do this the first time. Feed your night night bottle and hum or sing to you while I rocked you to sleep. You were pretty good when it came to bedtime but naptime oh boy. It use to depend on your mood. You would either be really cranky or really clingly. But you were always to calm and you fell to sleep easily. If I put you down. If dad did, Hurricane Sammy came along." Dean said softly.

Sam listened contently to his older brother as he talked. When he was done he turned his head away from the bottle and snuggled into his brother.

Dean smiled and rubbed his brothers tiny back and headed upstairs. Dean laid him down and changed into a pair sleep shorts and climbed under the sheets. He curled protectively around his baby and fell to sleep.

Dean for the first time since Sam's death slept peacefully, as did Sam.

Awww! Baby Sammy! Only two chapters left y'all!

Until Next Time! *Sam and I still looking for my focus* Sheeeit...Where the heck did it go?!