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NOTE1: Thank you for the reviews of Sam-nocchio, OutTonightAndForever and cold kagome. I really appreciate the reviews past, present and hopefully future. Also continued thanks for favs and alerts.

NOTE2: This is my first wee!chester fic. Sam is about 2 years old and as I mentioned in the story Dean 6 ½, this just popped into my head as I was working on other stories... for supernatural of course.

Mommy means…

Dean sat propped up against the headboard with a toddler lying in his lap, sound asleep. He didn't know the name of the motel or the town they were in, but at six and a half Dean knew several things. One, his job was Sammy; to take care of him, like now. Two, he had to be brave for Daddy and Sammy. That was the hard one sometimes, like now. Three, Sammy and Daddy were all that was left of their family, which was sad when he thought about it, like now.

Daddy was getting dinner and it was his job to make sure Sammy was safe while Daddy took care of other things, like now. That made them a team, he liked that.

Daddy gave the special knock and then unlocked the door. Coming in the smell of food wafted swiftly through the air, making Dean's tummy growl. Daddy closed and locked the door behind him.

"Hey, buddy… got your favorite. Cheeseburger and fries." John shook the bag as he made his way to the table, "And a shake cause you been so goo…" John stopped mid-sentence and dropped everything on the table, not caring how it landed.

Kneeling down beside the bed, John placed one hand on Dean's head and the other on little Sammy's chest, just to make sure Sammy wasn't the reason. "Dean, why the tears, buddy?"

Dean looked up at his daddy, lips trembling, green shimmering eyes peeking between too long bangs as he said softly, " Daddy…" Dean blinked rapidly as he continued, "Sammy called me mommy."

John felt himself tear up as he told his son gently, "Ah, Dean… that means Sammy loves you so much." John's lower lip trembled slightly as he told him, putting his arm around Dean and pulling him close, "Your mommy would be so proud of you right now." He slid into bed next to Dean, holding his sons up against his side as he told Dean, a small smile playing on his lips, "Mommy is the nicest thing anyone can call you."

Dean looked at him as he said in a slightly breathless voice, "Really?"

John looked down at his oldest, "Yeah, really. It means he probably loves you the best."

Dean beamed proudly as he looked lovingly down at his baby brother who loved him best.

The End