John expected Sammy to say his first word anytime. His incoherent babbling started carrying hints of real syllables while they were staying at the roadhouse. He hoped like anything his first word would be dada. Same as Dean's had been when he was Sammy's age.
Bill joked it'd likely be something like "damn" or "hell."
John dreaded it being something like "shit."
Instead, his youngest son cheerfully, proudly, and thankfully said, "Dean," while smiling at his wide-eyed brother.
He'd be a liar if he didn't admit he wasn't a tad disappointed. All parents wanted mama or dada as their kid's first word. However, given how much Dean took care of his brother, especially of late, it seemed fitting that his name be his first word.
"Sammy said my name!" Dean exclaimed with awe and delight. "He said my name, Daddy!"
"Yeah, he did, buddy." John pulled him into his lap and smiled down at Sammy, who laughed and clapped. "Yeah, he did."
And he couldn't be a damn bit prouder.
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