Tochi: Ok! I'm trying to keep the updates going pretty smooth and even… but I'm not promising anything… at all 'cause school? Just started –whines-
Flap Jack: school –curls up in fetal position-
Disclaimer: Linc: Other than the plot, we own nothing… or do we?
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Dean woke up in the middle of the night by a dip in his bed. He cautiously opened one eye and was relieved to find it was Sam and not John after his midnight round.
"Hey Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked quietly rolling onto his back.
Sam instantly huddled close to him, burying his face in Dean's chest, "I'm afraid Daddy's gonna come and hit me again." He whimpered, holding onto Dean's shirt tightly.
"It's ok Sammy, he's probably passed out now." Dean assured quietly, holding onto Sam tight.
"No it's not." Sammy sobbed.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked in a quiet tone, sitting up, bringing Sam up with him.
"I… I had an accident." Sam whispered shamefully huddling close to Dean.
Dean really couldn't blame Sam, being three and all, after all he was still small and still had a small bladder and the little guy slept like the dead usually. The last time that had happened though, John had found out Sammy had gotten hit and told Sam that he couldn't do anything right… and then he hadn't been in full on drunk rage.
"It's ok Sammy, we'll wash you up and change the sheets; he doesn't have to know." Dean murmured petting Sam's hair, "Come on, help me get the sheets off."
Little Sammy nodded and scurried off the bed, started pulling the blanket off, succeeding in falling on his butt and getting tangled in the fabric.
Dean smiled at his brother's enthusiasm momentarily forgetting what had happened last time. He quickly got off the bed after Sam did and untangled Sam.
"Take those up stairs and put them in the dirty laundry pile, alright?"
Sammy nodded and drug the sheet upstairs while Dean tossed the pillow off, finding it un-soiled before pulling off the bed sheet.
Once it was off, Dean took them upstairs, wary of the wet spot and put them on top of the blanket that Sam had laid down, finding Sammy climbing on top of the dryer and reaching for a towel.
Dean was instantly worried for his little brother's safety and quickly grabbed him around the middle, pulling him back down, "I'll get it Sammy."
Sam only nodded and stepped out of big brother's way. Dean climbed on top of the dryer and grabbed a towel before jumping back down, careful not to land very loudly before taking Sam's hand and leading him to the bathroom.
Dean locked the door behind them and made quick work of washing Sammy up, wrapping him up in a towel before nudging him toward the door.
Little Sammy reached up and unlocked the door, quickly going back to their room downstairs, Dean not too far behind.
Dean dressed Sam then ran upstairs to the hall way closet and grabbed his other set of bed clothes, the ones with the power rangers on it.
Dean took a while getting the sheets back on, seeing as it was dark and he hadn't done this more than 4 times in his life.
After Sam was tucked in bed, Dean laid back down in his own bed.
Dean started drifting in and out of sleep and he felt another dip in his bed. He opened his eyes and froze instantly, finding that it wasn't Sammy this time, but instead, his father.
"Hey… Dean… I… I wanna talk to you for a little bit." John said quietly so he wouldn't wake up Sam.
Dean nodded slowly and sat up, John standing and heading out of the room, Dean following behind him.
John sat down in the family room, but Dean stayed standing.
"Dean… I… I'm sorry about what happens when I have a few too many. I don't mean it… it's just… that's how I deal with my grief, and… I'm just sorry that you two are caught in the crossfire."
Dean nodded, and waited until John had paused for a while before he backed out of the room and crawled back into his bed for the third time. He curled up on his side, looking at the wall.
'If you don't mean it, then why does it happen every day?' Dean thought to himself, nuzzling into the pillow, slowly drifting off to sleep.
He got in a little sleep… maybe two hours before he felt another dip in his bed. He yawned and rolled over, looking up into his father's drunken face.
This wouldn't end pretty.
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