For the Friday Prompt, Whisper, over at
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Even then Dean knew they were special words, words which had a certain power to them, a certain truth, to be used carefully and wisely. Leaning over baby Sammy's crib, listening out for Daddy in the other room, tears in his eyes, bottle clutched in his hand, snoring softly, Dean kissed Sammy
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*loves little Dean*
He's so cute! Is it possible to love him even more?
*hugs Dean*
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*hugs Dean too*
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*cuddles you*
Thank you hun.
xx
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Thank you!
xx
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