disclaimer: don't own supernatural....
Dean was tired of this place. It was stupid.
He was six years old. Six! He could take
care of Sammy just fine on his own. The
daycare was in a church and had very flexible
hours, so it kinda made sense. John was never
sure how much time a hunt would take, or even
if he would survive. Leaving them here he could
be a little more confident of their safety whatever
the outcome.
Being here still made Dean itch. The women fell
in love with Sammy instantly, and Sammy adored
all the attention. Dean pulled Sam to the side to
explain the facts. "I'm your big brother, so I take
care of you. You are MY baby, nobody else's."
Little Sammy just nodded and replied, "Sammy
Dee's baby," before dragging his brother to play
in the sandbox.