John walked in through the front door holding the baby carrier that his son – new big brother – was expecting the baby to be in. The man got a laugh at the expression his boy was sporting when he ran to the carrier to find there was no baby in it.
"Where's the baby?" Dean asked, green eyes big and a little watery.
"Mommy wanted to carry him inside," John said, kneeling down to put a reassuring hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Speak of the devil." Mary walked inside of the house holding a small bundle of blue.
"My brother, my brother!" Dean called out, wanting to see. Mary walked past him – she was followed, of course – and sat down on the sofa, where Dean was immediately waiting to see. "Whoa, he's so little."
"Yeah, he is," Mary said softly, her own green eyes watching the two boys. "But he'll get bigger, don't worry."
A big grin filled the boy's face. "Can I hold him, mommy?"
"Dude, you are crushing me," Dean groaned, but didn't move his brother. Not like he could; the guy was bloody and knocked out. "Come on, we're gonna go to the car. You think you can make it to the car?" he spoke to himself. He was really just reassuring himself by talking to himself.
Dean eventually made it to the car while supporting his brother. "Dude, you are a friggin moose." was said as the eldest Winchester managed to unlock the impala door and gently put his brother in the backseat.
"We're gonna get you to the hospital. Wanna go to the hospital?" Dean asked. He was on edge when Sam was flung across the graveyard while they were getting rid of a ghost. But he was on the verge of panic when Sam's head hit a headstone and he couldn't get there right away.
"Sammy!" Dean ran over to the location he saw his brother being flung at. The kid had begun to sit up, but was fumbling. The older brother helped him.
"'M head hurts.." Sam slurred out, touching the back of his head and yelping when he did it. Bringing his hand out, Dean saw it coated in blood.
"Shit," Dean breathed out. Sam passed out cold in his hold. "Shit!"
Sam was in a hospital bed, Dean sitting beside it while hearing the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor that was really giving the older brother a headache. He would have shot the thing already if it wasn't for the whole 'monitoring baby bro's heart' thing.
"D'n..?" Sam's voice went through the room.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, standing from his seat and leaning over the hospital bed to see what was really going on.
"..'S Sam.." Sam spoke again. Dean didn't know he was holding his breath until he finally breathed out in relief.
"Thank god." Dean smiled.
"You held me?" Sam asked, which Dean assumed was referred to back in the graveyard when Dean helped Sam to the car.
"Yeah, I held ya," Dean settled back down in the chair by the bed. "I always hold you."