The First Time
AN: I'm working on a series of short little glimpses into the Winchesters young lives.
Dean - 4 Sammy - 4 months
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Alone
He was a lone in the dark, when the baby began to cry. John looked up from his empty hands unsure if he could bring himself to move. But as little Sammy continued to cry, John forced himself to his feet and crossed the tiny motel room.
Looking down into the old crib John starred blankly at his youngest son. He felt paralyzed, how could he possibly handle this? From the moment of his birth Sammy had clearly been connected to Mary, only she ever seemed able to make him happy.
Unable to listen to the wails John reached down and gathered Sammy into his arms. It felt all wrong as he juggled his son. John couldn't find the words, the emotion, or connection that he needed to comfort Sammy.
"Daddy?" a little voice asked from behind, and John turned to see Dean sitting up in his bed rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "Sammy okay?"
John took a seat next to his eldest, and Dean immediately moved to rest his little hand on Sammy's head, as he gently shushed him. "He'll be okay," John assured voice hollow, he wasn't so sure himself
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Morganeth Taren'drel