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“Hey Sam, I’m doing a load of laundry, want anything thrown in?” Benny asked, poking his head around the corner.
“Yea, there’s some onesies and bibs of Mikey’s in the basket in the laundry room, could you throw those in?” Sam said.
“On it.”
The last 3 ½ weeks had gone surprisingly fast. Sam couldn’t believe Mikey was already a month old, he’d already grown so much, his personality coming out more and more like Dean everyday it seemed to Sam; though Dean insisted there was definitely some strong ‘Sam’ aspects about him. Dean had insisted he already had a patent ‘Sam’ bitchface down. Benny had also started working 4 nights a week at a local 24 hour diner. Though the pay wasn’t enough for him to get his own place, he did insist on paying rent. Him and Sam had developed an easy enough routine, and Benny often helped Sam around the house. Sam had realized to his shock he actually started to not mind having the vampire around, especially after he got to know him a bit more. Though he would’ve still liked to have the house to Dean, Mikey, and himself, it was nice having help. Even something like cooking a meal, or doing some laundry was tiring when you had a baby waking you up multiple times a night needing something. Sam usually got up to take care of him since Dean was the one that had to go to work in the morning, but Dean would sometimes beat Sam in getting up to take care of their son. Overall it worked.
He was happy, him and Dean were still working on their relationship, which was getting better. He’d taken Mikey over to Mrs. Davis, and she’d gushed over him more than Charlie and Jody combined, insisting now she was a great grandmother now, since Sam was her honorary grandson. Sam had laughed and said he was glad Mikey would have her. She’d then given him a hand knitted baby blanket she’d made for Mikey. Sam had been touched, and before he’d left promised her he’d bring Mikey over often for her to see both of them.
Dean still enjoyed giving Sam crap about him and Benny getting along, making sure to point out he was right. Sam would just laugh in response.
Life was good.