Oh Brother When

"Then he understood what being a big brother meant. He was really lucky to have the chance to embrace the role life had given to him, specially when it came to hold his baby brother in his tiny arms. He found joy and happines in those closed eyes and chubby fingers. Honestly, he was the happiest big brother in the entire world"

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November 2nd, 1983

Lawrence, Kansas

Dean woke up to the sound of someone screaming. He was worn out after playing with his mother and some kids that lived in his neighbourhood, however, sensed that something was wrong with the person who was emmiting that loud scream. His legs could not reach the floor yet, therefore, he managed to land on the a giant teddy bear he owned, and once he was on it, walked as fast as he could outside his room. The hallway of the house was still dark when he sensed the heat that was coming his way.

Dean tried to scream his parents' names, but none of them answered. He was about to go to Sammy's room to see if he was there when John came out of it and spotted him despite the thick smoke in the air.

"Take your brother outise as fast as you can and don't look back! Go, Dean, go!" yelled his father, who seemed really worried and scared to him. He felt the weight of his little brother's body on his arms as he made his way downstairs, being careful to avoid dropping him. His mother and father told him that he had to be a good big brother and take care of him. He had to be strng to hold him.

He managed to get out just in time as the flames kept destroying the house he liked so much, also burning his toys. His superheros were in there and he wanted to go get them, but he had an important job to do. He had to take care of his baby brother.

"It's ok Sam" said Dean quietly, trying to see where was his daddy. His hair was bothering him to see despite the fact that he had gotten a haircut last week. He couldn't tell if his daddy was ok because of it!

Sam started to move against him, fussying over the tension he was feeling, holding onto Dean's clothes with one of his chubby little hands.

Dean knew he would not be able to support Sammy's weight for a longer period of time, so he hoped his daddy would come soon. He was not supposed to carry the baby on his own after all. It was dangerous, and Sammy could get hurt.

Suddenly, strong arms lifted his feet off the ground, supporting his weight like it was nothing. Dean started to yell until he understood that the man that took him away from the house just in time beefore a big explosion ocurred was his father. Dean was scared, but he could not move. It felt like he was one of those man who painted their whole body and stood there quietly until someone dropped a coin to the can next to them, bringing them to life again. He could only stare at the house on fire while wondering where was his mommy. Why wasn't she there? Maybe she was hurt, but if so, why wasn't she with the doctors?

He stared at John, who was now holding Sammy as they sat on the hood of the Impala. His baby brother seemed sad, but he remainned quiet, as well as him.

"Come on, Dean. Why don't you go to the backseat and sit in there for a while? Sammy needs to sleep, and you do too. I'll be right here. I promise you that" said John in a broken whisper.

Dean nodded before he entered into the car and watched John placing baby Sam in the carseat. Sammy started to cry, but Dean held his hand. Sammy's face turned red as he continued to cry, waiting to be held again. That was the moment when Dean understood that his baby brother was scared too.

Dean could barely talk or do anything, but he stood in front of Sammy's carseat and sang 'Hey Jude' to him. That was the song that his mommy always sang to him, and as soon as she gotten out of the house would keep singing to him and Sammy, right?

When the elder sibling finished singing the song for the second time, Sammy was deep asleep. He cuddled in the backseat and promised to himself that he would always be there for Sam, specially to make him feel better when he felt sad or scared.

TBC...

Author's note: Should I continue? Please leave a review to let me know what you think of this chapter.