Sorry for the long wait, but I had more ideas for Dean's firsts… nevertheless thanks for the reviews and I hope you'll enjoy this one.
John knew he was prone to miss out on a lot of firsts with Sammy due to his responsibility to hunt the murderer of his sons' mother. Yet nothing could have prepared him for what he found coming home two weeks after he left his sons. However, let's start at the beginning.
John had dropped of his two little sons at pastor Jim's to go on a hunt together with some other hunter. Sammy was now a little over a year and Dean was a five year old who had already seen too much in his short life. What Dean had grown up too much Sammy seemed slower with certain things. Even if Dean, and John when he had time, tried to encourage little Samuel Winchester to walk on his two feet, the little guy just refused to try; he was content with his crawling around and getting underfoot all the time. (Not that it would really make a difference if he stood on his two feet). So there had never been a reason to make the rooms the boys played in safe in regards of a toddler walking around. Well that seemed to have been a mistake.
Dean had been slightly sick when John left the boy and luck had it, the five year old had developed a cold leading to him being stuck in bed most of the time. Pastor Jim had to bribe Sammy eventually to spend some time during the day to leave his brother alone so the older Winchester boy could get some very needed rest. Otherwise the toddler was glued to his brother's side. The rambunctious one year old was uncommonly quiet and still while being at Dean's side; nevertheless he wasn't quiet and still enough to let his brother get some rest. Jim had bribed the child with sweets and TV for the first days when Dean needed sleep and gladly the child started to trust him soon and didn't need to be bribed to leave his brother as long as he was aloud to check frequently that he was still where he'd left him.
Jim played as much as he could with Sammy, read to him and just tried to keep the little boy entertained. He even found some old colouring books for him and Sammy coloured and coloured the pictures, always taking one to Dean as a present. Jim had made the living room toddler-(who-doesn't-toddle-) safe so he was confident on leaving the little boy alone for very short periods of time.
~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~
It was the day John came back that Dean was well enough to keep his brother company in the living room. Sammy was overjoyed and babbled Sammy-like the whole time. Dean humoured his brother by colouring with him before Sammy settled down next to him on the couch to watch some cartoons. Dean fell asleep during the fifth episode of Tom and Jerry and that left little Sammy unsupervised. Of course this was the time the little boy decided he would start toddling.
Carefully Sam slid down the couch and landed on his bottom. He crawled the little bit over to the couch table where Dean had put the pens in the middle so Sammy would be unable to reach them. Well that was before the little boy was determined to get those pens. He reached for the tabletop and pulled himself into a standing position. Wobbling on his little legs he let go with one hand to reach for the pens, but his legs gave way and he once again landed on his bottom. As if he was confused to how he had ended on the floor Sam eyed the table questioning before starting another attempt. It took the little one six times before he got a hold on two markers without falling down. Still standing Sam saw no reason to crawl back, so he turned around still holding onto the tabletop with one hand, the other hand clutched the pens to his chest. Sam took one cautious step forward and still stood; confident he made another step and had to let go of the table. Once again he found himself on the floor. Crawling the last step needed over to the couch he needed two attempts to climb onto it. Smiling Sam opened the green marker and started colouring Dean's pale face. After applying some more green followed by orange Sam wasn't satisfied and so started the way back to the couch table. Retrieving two more markers, red and brown, Sammy managed one step without holding on to furniture before crashing against the couch.
Sam stood holding onto the table when John entered the room. He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing his little boy on his feet for the first time. Curiously he waited and saw Sam getting two pens off the table before turning around and taking wobbly steps towards the couch. He couldn't believe it, his baby boy was finally starting to walk. Walk over to the couch his eldest was sleeping on, the blanket up over his head, or that's what was John's first impression before he saw that it was Dean's face covered in marker lines.
"Oh Sammy," he sighed, but it was loud enough to be heard by Sam.
"Da-deee!" he shouted happily, made two quick steps before landing on his bottom once more.
John scooped up his little master painter, "Why did you colour Dean's face, Sammy?"
"Me col'wor, Dean x'plained all white col'wor."
John was irritated, "Dean say you should colour everything that was white?"
"Uh-huh," nodded Sammy.
"And why then colour Dean?"
"C'ose he white. P'str Jim say Dean col'wor face he good."
John groaned, of course that was Sammy logic: his brother would be fine when his face was no longer pale, so he just coloured it himself.
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