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Sam awoke very early the next morning, startled awake by loud and insistent crying from beside him on the double bed of Bobby's guest room.
He looked down and saw Dean, little fists raised and clenched, his face red and scrunched, crying his eyes out.
'Aww Dean...What's wrong buddy?' asked Sam. He still felt a bit awkward speaking to Dean like that, but hey, he was a baby, and that was how you talked to little kids.
And for the second time again he hoped upon hope that Dean wouldn't remember any of this.
Dean blinked at the sudden noise, but then he was back to crying for America.
Sam sighed and rolled out of bed, walking round to the other side and scooping up Dean. As soon as he lifted Dean up, he could smell why Dean why crying so badly.
'Oh my god! Dean you stink!' said Sam, nose crinkling up at the offending, pungent smell wafting from Dean's nappy.
'Phew...we better get you cleaned up!' nodded Sam, turning a still crying Dean round to face him.
Sam plodded down the stairs, and picked up the bag he had put by Bobby's living room table.
He opened it up and took out a fresh nappy, wipes and some cream.
He gently put Dean down on the carpeted floor, and by now he was just whimpering, which made Sam's ears feel a little better.
I'm glad Bobby's not up to see this he thought to himself as he took Dean's dirty nappy off and folded it neatly, ready to be put in the bin.
Dean immediately started to kick his legs, making it very difficult for Sam to clean him up.
'Aw come on Dean- Cut me some slack here!' pleaded Sam, but Dean just giggled and kicked his legs more, kicking the cream from Sam's grasp.
As Sam watched the tub of cream roll away under the sofa, he chuckled.
He stooped and tickled Dean's tummy. 'Your a little monkey, you are!' he cooed, grinning as Dean started to giggle and beam. He had the cutest little baby laugh he had ever heard, and soon he was laughing away too, tickling Dean every now and again to start the process up again.
'Someone having a party without me?' came a loud voice from upstairs.
Sam grinned and turned towards the hallway. 'no, it's just Dean, he has the cutest laugh you'll ever hear!' he smiled, before turning back to his brother and buckling down, finally managing to fix a new fresh nappy to Dean, who lay there, smiling.
Bobby came into the room, and stood next to Sam, beaming down at the little kid in the middle of the front room.
'Aww' he said, before patting Sam on the shoulder and chuckling.
'You want coffee?' he asked as he walked into the kitchen.
'Yeah, please! I didn't sleep much last night, I kept waking up to check on Dean' said Sam, putting some clothes on Dean.
Bobby came back in the room, with two mugs in his hands.
'You'd make a great Daddy' he said, nudging Sam as he sat next to him on the sofa.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. 'nah. I wouldn't, I'm too busy anyway...' he said, although in his mind, he always did want kids.
'Besides, I wanted to have kids with the girl of my dreams, but...she's gone now' said Sam forlornly, looking down into his cup, watching his breath ripple the brown liquid.
Bobby looked down at baby Dean, who was in the process of sucking one of his feet, and smiled.
'There's always time, kiddo. Don't end up like me; a miserable old miser with no family to speak of.'
Sam chuckled. 'I bet I'll still be miserable when I'm your age!'
Bobby laughed and drank his coffee, and they sat in silence, just watching Dean occupy himself.
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