Disclaimer: If only they're mine, I would've…(I leave it to your imagination).
a/n: This story was done because I am in a seminar which I'm not a participant and it was not betaed. So all mistakes are mine.
The Nanny
Dean pushed the door with all his might and peeked into the room – lit faintly by a beam from the road lamp outside. The light was enough for him to see the figures lying on the bed, snoring softly in their deep slumber.
Dragging his Batman's blanket behind him, he tiptoed towards the bed and tugged at one arm.
"Daddee?" He whispered cautiously – holding his breath when Mary stirs beside John. John however didn't even twitch. "Daddee?" There was impatience in his voice, almost annoyed. So he shook John's shoulder.
"Hmm…?" finally John answered, with his eyes closed though.
"Sammy's cwying daddy," Dean grappled on the blanket, suddenly feeling scared of the darkness lurking outside the window. He felt like scurrying into his room and hid under the cover but the needy sound coming from the nursery outran his desire to flee. So he moved closer to John's bedside and maneuvered his body into John's dangling arm – feeling a lot braver then. "Gotta give him milk."
"Okay…" John mumbled. However his eyes were still close.
Dean waited but his father did nothing like he was waking up. 'Daddy's tired sweetheart…don't disturb him' Mary had reminded him before. "It's okay daddee…I take care of Sammy," the four-year-old whispered soothingly and patted John's cheek before tiptoeing away from the bed.
Giving his father a quick glance in one last hope that John would wake, Dean closed the door softly and left when his father remained oblivious in his slumber.
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The soft hums and tiny giggles emitting from the nursery's transmitter woke Mary from her sleep. She jackknifed on the bed and looked around. John was lying next to her, snoring and was out of the world. "John?" She shook him desperately.
"John! Wake up!" The demanding voice caused John to wake with a start.
"What? Wha…" He shot to his feet with alarm, almost falling from the bed.
"The baby!" Mary glanced at the clock.
John squinted hard at Mary's face and registered something. "Oh Shit!" It was twenty minutes past Sam's late night feeding time and it was his shift tonight. Without wasting more time, John dashed out of the room and headed towards the nursery. Mary followed closely behind him.
Almost ramming himself to the door, John scrammed into the room and was left breathless at the sight greeting him. What grounded him after that was Mary sliding her arm around his and leaning her head against his side.
"Looks like you lost to your own son." Mary whispered as she smiled contentedly at the sight in the nursery.
"Yeah…" John couldn't agree more as he watched his sons.
There in the crib, Dean was sitting cross-leg with his hands clasping his baby brother who was sleeping in his lap – humming twinkle-twinkle little star to Sammy with his eyes closed. It seemed like Dean was lulling Sammy to sleep by singing nursery rhymes but ended falling asleep in the attempt.
While Sammy – though was denied of his feeding time by a sleepy father – seemed to be contented with Dean's lullaby. The baby was grasping Dean's finger with his tinier ones and held on to it like he didn't want to let go.
Even in their sleep, the brothers were together.
"He's his brother's keeper after all."
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End