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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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Dean grins, smug, and leans in to adjust Sam's hands a little, and to brush the baby's cheek with his finger. John gurgles obligingly, placid and happy in this new grip, peering up at Sam through baby-blue eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, kiddo. That's your Uncle Sam. He's a whiny bitch, but he's OK."

Leah's hand moves down Sam's arm from his elbow, until she finds a baby and dances her fingers lightly up that body, ending with her hand caught tightly in a wrench-like baby grip.

"Hey, Johnny," she says, now grinning. "What's up?"

Dean side-eyes her.

"He can't actually talk yet," he stage-whispers. "Just so you know."

"Oh my god, shut up," Sam replies, watching his nephew gurgle and blink. It's kind of enchanting when he's all warm and heavy in his arms, not just far away with his head 50% eyeball.

There is some experimental rocking here, slow so as to not jar Leah's hand. "Hey, Johnny."

When Johnny gurgles, Leah can't really tell if it's happy or not, but she assumes it's a good thing.

She just tugs on the hand a little bit, staying close to Sam and the baby.

"Really?" she asks Dean. "When does that start, then?"

Dean laughs, cheerful. "Hell if I know. A year or so away. Why are you all calling him Johnny? His name's John."

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"Johnny," Sam insists, smirking. "He's definitely Johnny Fray."

He's a little surprised Dean never asked for Winchester. But then, the amount of trouble that came to them over that name, maybe his brother's just being protective.

"He's definitely got a grip."

Leah's not even commenting on the name. She's just sticking with 'Johnny.'

"That's his Mom, right?"

"Nope, that's all him." Dean's grinning, oblivious to mockery, hands shoved in his pockets while he watches Sammy and John. "Good, right? He'll be able to hold a shotgun any day now."

Sam sighs, smirking a little at the baby. "With sisters like his, a shield might be a better plan."

"His sisters can keep themselves under control," Mel says. "Loo adores him."

She's standing back a little, watching Sam and Leah with a smirk.

"Loo's just a sucker for a cute face," Dean informs him, grinning.

John gurgles a bit, happily, and squeezes Leah's finger, and graces them both with a gummy smile.

"It's a good fist," Leah says, her thumb bending around to touch John's own. "He'll be able to hold his own."

Her thumb slides down his arm, and ends up in his mouth, her hand now stretching like she's spanning an octave of his arm.

Sam's opinion of his nephew's cute face increases exponentially with that smile. Oh, it's cute, in the sense that he's doing it and he's Johnny Winchester, but seriously. Wow.

"Um, yeah. He's got some good kids to look after him."

Dean is grinning, proud. "Lots of people around here to look after him, yeah."

Which will be good, when Dean leaves. Which he will, before ... before too much longer. Probably.

Well, Mel's well aware of that, and that's so okay she doesn't even think he needs a reassuring look.

A little distracted by Loo's decision to ride the squid, she grins.

"Well, that's the farm for you. Never short of people."

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