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Leah loves the drive from Metropolis to the farm on any day. Hanging out in Sam's Porsche, the window down, chatting and listening to him describe all the new sights as they go. They come here rarely enough that the seasons change, and talking about the autumn changes is a decent substitute for seeing them.

And today is a extra special reason for driving out there. They're going to see Sam's nephew.

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"They're my kids," Mel points out. "No Fray's gonna get caught if they know what they're good for, right. John?"

John blinks at her sleepily, smiling when Steph kisses him.

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"No, not that either!"

For the record, it is not Dean honking the horn at Sam and Leah quite that enthusiastically, either. Well, okay, maybe just the first time. Not the rest.

The Imp totally beats the Porsche to the farm, though, sliding to a perfectly placed halt right beside the Frays and the Edens, and settling the last three inches to the ground comfortably. Dean lets the girls pile out first before getting himself out, lazy and smirking. Sammy's here, so things are great.

Sam's brother is a dick. That his semi-adopted kids are also little brats is simple justice, really.

Sam's grinning as he pulls the Porsche into a park beside the Impala, pocketing the keys and giving everyone a simple wave as he straightens. "Hey, guys. Back from school?"

"Hi, Sam!" Loo runs over when she gets out of the car, bouncing up on the balls of her feet excitedly. "Guess what, guess what?"

(Hana also looked over, and waved, then demanded Dean pick her up.)

Dean is their favorite. Sam is neither surprised nor upset by this. Actually, he's pretty charmed that Loo ran over in the first place, crouching down to fold his arms over his knees and grin at her.

"What what?"

"I've got a baby brother," Loo says, grabbing his hand and then grabbing Leah's, pulling them both towards the farmhouse where Mel is waiting. "Have you met him yet?"

Sam laughs, pleased, and straightens up just enough to put his free hand light on the small of Leah's back. "Nope, not yet. That's what we're here for, to see Johnny."

If he has to be Sammy, it's only fair this baby be Johnny.

"Oh, come on," Dean says, scowling, distracted from Hana's clambering by this deep and dreadful insult. "The kid's name is John, Sammy."

Honestly.

Mel rolls her eyes only slightly. as she walks down to meet them. "Doesn't the kid get any say in this? Take him, Dean."

She's already untying the knot on the back of her neck, supporting John's head lightly as he's set free.

"How was school?"

This as much to Dean as the girls.

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"I never got any say," Sam replies with an apologetic shrug and a smile for the mother. "Hey, Mel."

Only then does he look at the baby, how tiny and fragile he is. His fingers are a little looser around Loo's for the frailty of that child.

"He gets a say in it when he can talk," Dean says, grinning as he accepts his tiny son, cradling him gently. "Check him out, Sammy, isn't he great?"

Mel gets a shrug. Dean doesn't care how school was because nothing burned down today, and in the meantime, she may not have noticed this, but Sam is here to look at his nephew, why does Mel care about school?

"It was okay," Hana says. "Can Loo and I go play?"

Without waiting for an answer, she starts pulling her sister away from the uninteresting grown ups and the uninteresting baby.

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."

"I know," Dean says, beaming, radiant. "Here, hold your arms out."

Sam-baby-time.

Oh.

Oh this is clearly one ugly baby.

Leah smiles instead of laughing and lets Sam's arm go in preparation of incoming baby, keeping one hand lightly on his elbow instead.

Leah is a traitor who would have held his arm and claimed infirmity if she really cared about him at all.

"Ah," Sam says instead, lifting both unfairly-free hands to ward off baby-time. "I don't think that's a good idea. He looks happy with you."

"Quit bitching," Dean says, holding John out. "Put your hand behind his head, right now."

"Seriously, Dean, I probably shouldn't."

"Dude," Dean says, glaring, "I will drop this baby on the ground if you don't grab him right the hell now."

This is a lie, but also, Sam is a bitch, so, you know.

Sam lifts an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed. "Dude, bullshit."

It's a BABY.

"Man the hell up," Leah says, "and hold your bloody nephew."

She's still trying not to laugh.

"Thank you, Leah."

"Do you let anyone have opinions or am I just that special person who never gets to have a choice in anything?" Sam grumbles - at both of them.

But he's warily - very warily - holding both hands out. Not far enough to actually touch the baby, but enough to show he's willing to try.

(ish)

"Hand under his neck," Dean warns, and drops the baby.

There is a sharp exclamation of frustration, exasperation, irritation focused on his brother - but Sam also has one hand under the baby's neck, shifting fingers awkwardly to try and make the best fit, his other arm wrapped around the small body.

He's looking at Johnny as if his nephew might, at any moment, begin wailing, exploding, or the former as a precursor to the latter.