John tensed as Dean rolled over, making sure not to crush the one year old sleeping beside him and John smiled. Even in sleep, Dean was ever vigilant of his brother. John stepped ahead once more, wincing as the cheap floorboards creaked.
"Daddy?" Dean whispered.
"Hey Doon! Go back to sleep kiddo. Just bringing a new diaper for Sammy."
Dean settled back against Sam and checked him. "S'ok Dad. He's still clean."
John nodded, missing the chance to be with his sons and the jealousy reared its head again. John squashed it down with a determination. He didn't need any excuse to be with his sons.
He walked across the room and told Dean to scoot over. He would never forget the smile that Dean gave, as he hugged him close and placed Sam on his chest.
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