Sam grins at Hana, too, gives Loo's hand a gentle squeeze before letting her go so she can run off. Then he leans over to take his first look at his little nephew. John something-Sam-can't-pronounce Fray.





It takes every ounce of self control he has to keep smiling because wow, that baby has enormous eyes and patches of his face are tomato-like and what little hair he has looks like it's been through a fight with a lawnmower.

"Oh, wow," Sam says, straightening to beam at his brother instead. "He's really something, Dean."