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"Ow!" came the large cry from the three-year-old.
"Hold still Sam!" Came the sharp bark from his father, John, who was clearly annoyed as he tried to apply the antibacterial goop to his son's skinned knee.
"It hurtez," whined the toddler, trying in every way to escape. In all reality, the cut wasn't that bad. Some of the cuts the elder winchester, Dean (now seven), had earned were far worse. John managed to get a firm grip on the struggling youngster, but before the cream had even made contact, Sam let out a scream so loud you would have thought someone had shot his leg off. How in the world was this kid ever gonna be able to handle the life of a hunter?
"I want Dean to do it!" Sam suddenly shrieked. Why was his youngest being so difficult of late? John wondered. It was if he was trying to make every single thing that more difficult. As if he didn't have enough problems already. He was about to tell his son to "take it like a man" when Dean popped out from the other room.
"Sure Sammy!" He said brightly, eager to help.
Not anxious to start yet another argument with his three-year-old, John released his son and handed the cream to Dean.
Sam was still puddled on the bed, his thumb stuck in his mouth when his brother approached. Another hint that he was anxious. Sam never stuck his thumb in his mouth unless he was really nervous—not since his third birthday where Dean dubbed him a "big boy".
"It doesn't hurt that bad, Sammy." Dean said comfortingly as he stuck his finger in the jar and came up with a small dollop of the medicine.
"Really?" Sam asked, his big chocolate eyes widening.
"Really." Dean confirmed as he very very gently dabbed the salve on the abrasion.
Sam tensed at first but quickly relaxed as his brother continued to talk gently to him. And then it was done.
"Can I have a Scooby band aid?" Sam asked hopefully, his slobbery thumb still stuck in his mouth.
Dean, knowing his younger brother to a T, had anticipated this request and already had out the desired bandaid. Using the precision of a surgeon, the seven-year-old carefully placed the bandaid and then, with a smile said "That's it, you're done!"
Sam jumped off the bed and straight into his brother's arms. "Thanks Dean!" He exclaimed giving his older brother his biggest smile.
Dean hugged his brother tightly. "You're welcome, Sammy. C'mon, we can still catch Scooby on TV if we hurry!"
Needing no further prompting, Sam darted off to the couch in front of their old, beat up TV. It took about five seconds before the little boy was sound asleep nestled in his brother's embrace. For Dean it took a little longer. He did end up falling asleep, though not before whispering "Don't worry, Sammy. I won't ever let anything bad happen to you."