HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY KATIE!!!!!
To celebrate the birth of my niece (: Katelyn Hanna, 8 pounds 2 ounces :) and the fact my 2 year old nephew is now a big brother (: Yay Rowan! :) I decided to write a big brother Dean story. Enjoy ...
Dean pushed the button on the remote, trying to find something decent to watch. He had been stuck watching Muppet Babies for the last hour and would kill for an episode of Magnum PI. Settling for MacGyver, Dean checked to make sure Sammy was asleep. He two and a half year old brother was pressed against his right side, holding on to Dean's arm which was starting to go numb. Shifting slightly to allow blood flow without waking the toddler, Dean looked around the back of the couch to where his Dad and Uncle Bobby were busy working.
"So, the fur thing is just a myth then?" John asked, loading a shiny handgun.
"Yup." Bobby answered, flipping through a dusty old book.
"What fur thing?" Dean asked quietly.
"Werewolves." John replied, putting his gun down next to his journal.
His dad got up from the table and came over to the couch, smiling wen he saw Sammy.
"Here." He whispered, reaching down for the sleeping boy.
Dean put his free arm protectively over his brother. It wasn't that he thought his dad would hurt Sammy, but he looked so peaceful Dean didn't want to move him.
"It's okay Dad, I got him."
Dean nodded and John just shrugged, snatching Sammy baby blanket off the bed and laying it over him before returning to the table.
"So, what are you going to do with the boys?" Uncle Bobby asked.
Dean caught his breath. What did he mean 'do with the boys'? Were he and Dad going somewhere? The last time Dad went away with Bobby they got to stay at Pastor Jim's, but he was away on a trip. He even sent Dean a postcard with a picture of a colorful bird on it. Dad wouldn't send him and Sammy all the way there … but he also wouldn't make them stay with a stranger … would he?
"Don't know Bobby." John sighed, and Dean held his breath waiting to here more. "With Jim on a sabbatical I don't have a lot of options."
Yes he did, Dean thought bitterly, leaning over the arm of the couch.
"I can take care of Sammy, Dad." He stated.
Uncle Bobby and John chuckled, earning a dark glare from Dean.
"I'm not joking." He said, reminding himself to whisper so he wouldn't wake Sammy. "I can take care of him, I do it all the time."
"I know you do, Dean," John assured him, coming over to the couch so he could look him in the eye, "and you do a good job of taking care of Sammy-"
John paused for a second and Dean wondered if it was because of what he said, but that didn't make any sense. He must have heard his dad and Uncle Bobby say the same thing a hundred times.
"Where did you learn that?"
Dean rolled his eyes. Grown ups, why do they always think kids can't hear them?
"You, Uncle Bobby, that other friend you talked to but I don't know his name, the guy on the movie-"
"Okay, I got it, just don't say it again."
"Why not? You say it all the time."
"I'm allowed. As I was saying, you take very good care of your brother, but we need a big person around in case something happens."
"But I AM big." Dean argued. "I'm taller then most of the kids in my class AND I just turned seven. What more do you need?"
"Tell you what," John patted his knee and stood up, "when you can see over the steering wheel of the Impala you can stay home with Sammy, until then you get a babysitter."
"But Dad," Dean whined, "I'm not a baby anymore."
"Okay," John smirked, "we'll find you a big-kid-sitter then."
Dean scowled at him and was just about to respond when a small whimper changed his mind. Looking down he saw Sammy scrunch up his little face, tightening his grip on Dean's arm.
"It's okay Sammy," Dean soothed, stroking the top of his head with his free hand. "Just go back to sleep."
After a few seconds, Sammy relaxed and Dean shot his dad a look.
"See? I'm the best at taking care of Sammy." He said confidently.
But that didn't stop John from getting the hotel manager's daughter to come over.
Not even five minutes after his dad left the blond hair teen squatted down in front of Dean who was helping Sammy build a block tower.
"So … when do you go to bed?"
Dean stopped himself from rolling his eyes, instead flashing her one of his special smiles, an idea forming in his young mind.
"Well, I'm a big kid now, so Dad lets me stay up until I get tired, but Sammy goes to bed at eight."
"Okay." She nodded, checking her watch. "What time does he take his bath?"
Dean's eyes narrowed, standing up to his full height of 3'10". There were VERY few people allowed to give Sam his bath and she was definitely NOT one of them. Especially since they usually took their baths together. She may be cute, but there was no way she was gonna give HIM a bath, much less his baby brother.
"I'll do that." He said, imitating John's firm tone.
She blinked and cleared her throat, nervously fiddling with a charm bracelet. Dean smiled inwardly, knowing that he had achieved his desired effect. She may think she was in charge, she may even be twice his age, but Dean had to make it clear that, when it came to Sammy, he was the boss.
"So … what do you want for dinner?"
"Dad ordered pizza." Dean answered, slipping back into his normal tone when he felt a tug on his shirt.
Sammy handed him a block and pointed to the wobbly tower he had built.
"De hep?" He asked, wide eyes peering up at him from under a mop of curls.
"Sure," Dean turned away from the teenager, "Dean help."
"Great." Lisa smiled, pushing herself off the floor and murmuring. "This should be easy."
Dean grinned back, watching Sammy giggle when the added block made the whole tower come crashing down. Those were his thought exactly.
I'll get the next part up asap. Please let me know what you think.