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Previously on Supernatural- With the worst part of the day behind them, he was looking forward to a nice, quiet afternoon with the toddler. From now on nothing bad was going to happen. He would make sure of it.

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"Papa! Papa!" Sammy hollered as he raced into the house new stuffed animal in hand. Seeing the hunter come into the room the toddler ran over and jumped into Bobby's waiting arms. "Me gots a bear!" he squealed holding the stuffed toy up right in front of the older man's face.

"I see Eeyore" Bobby replied with a knowing smile. "Did you pick that one out Sammy or did daddy find it for you?"

"Me pick!" Sammy proudly announced. "Me pick 'or!"

"That's right Sammy. You picked Eeyore all by yourself." Dean agreed as he walked into the living room carrying several bags. Setting his armload of supplies on the recliner he headed for the door to bring in the next batch. "Be right back."

"You mean there's more? What'd you do, buy out the whole store?" Bobby teased.

"Nah, I left the girlie stuff there." Dean quipped as he grabbed the door handle. "Sammy, daddy's going to get the rest of the bags. Stay in here with Papa, okay?"

"Hang on Dean. I'll give you a hand." Bobby offered. He lowered Sammy to the floor and handed the toddler an old barrel full of blocks he'd found in the basement. "Here you go, Sammy. Be a good boy and play with the blocks while me and your br-daddy get the bags out of the car." Getting an enthusiastic nod from the toddler the grandfather hurried over to the door and followed Dean outside.

"You sure it's a good idea to leave Sammy in the house alone?" Dean asked as he unlocked the trunk.

"Sammy'll be fine." Bobby assured the younger man. "I used to leave him in the house while I got groceries out of the car and I never had any problems. The kid will be alright on his own for the few seconds it'll take us to get this stuff outta the car."

"I hope you're right 'cause I really don't want to hear Isaac's 'I told you so' speech." Dean grumbled as he passed a couple of bags to the junk yard owner. Filling his arms with more bags he used his elbow to close the trunk and started for the house.

"What's Isaac got to do with this?" Bobby asked as he walked alongside the oldest Winchester. "And when did he say that?"

"A little while ago." Dean replied. "And he didn't exactly say it. He just said he'd be seeing us soon. But knowing him he'll be sure to gloat if I have to take Sammy there again today."

"What do you mean again? What the Hell were you doing at Isaac's? Did something happen to Sammy while you were out?" Bobby questioned as he trudged up the porch steps.

"Yeah, he, uhhh, kinda got away from me when we came outta Wal-Mart." Dean sheepishly admitted. "Sammy ran out in front of an SUV; scared the crap outta me and Vonnie."

"He did what?!" Bobby hollered. Stopping at the top of the stairs he turned to glare at Dean.

"Chill Bobby. I managed to pull him outta the way before the truck hit him." Dean assured his friend. "'Course I also managed to pull his elbow out doing it. So I had to take him by Isaac's to get it popped back in before we came home."

Bobby took off his cap and ran a trembling hand through his hair. They'd almost lost Sammy and he hadn't been there. No wonder John always looked so disheveled when he came for a visit. They were going to have to keep a closer eye on Little Bit from now on. There was no way he was going to risk that happening again. Replacing his cap Bobby huffed. "I hope you let Sammy know that running away like that was a bad thing." He growled.

"I did. I told him he had to stay with me and not run away like that." Dean stated with a nod of his head.

"You told him not to." Bobby angrily repeated slapping a hand across his face. "Dean, you've gotta do more than just say 'don't do that' or Sammy will run rings around you. Your daddy certainly didn't let you boys get by with things like that. He gave you a reason not to do it again."

"I can't spank him Bobby! Sammy's too little!" Dean argued.

"That didn't stop you for swatting his behind a few weeks ago." Bobby pointed out. "Hell, you told me you smacked him a couple of nights ago when he wouldn't be still for Isaac."

"Yeah, but that was Sam. He knew better than to act like that. Sammy's just a baby. He doesn't know any better." Dean clarified.

"And how do you think he's ever going to learn if you don't teach him?" Bobby asked. He gave the younger man a minute to mull that over before continuing. "Look, you don't want to spank him, fine. There's other ways to discipline the kid. You can put him in time out or something like that. But you have to do something. Sammy has to learn to do what you say."

"I guess" Dean reluctantly agreed. "It's just hard, you know. I mean, sure I used to have to discipline Sammy but that was when he was a lot older. I never had to dole out punishment when he was this…" A loud crash! followed by wailing drowned out the rest of Dean's admission. Sharing a worried glance with Bobby the oldest Winchester dropped the bags he was carrying and sprinted to the front door. Barreling through the door he found his little brother sitting among a mass of wooden blocks. Hurrying over to the crying toddler Dean immediately started checking the baby for injury. Finding no bleeding wounds or broken bones he breathed a sigh of relief. Scooping his crying brother into his arms he shuffled over to the couch and took a seat. Settling Sammy in his lap the older brother started rubbing the little boy's back. "Sammy, what happened kiddo?" he asked. "Come on buddy, calm down and tell daddy what happened?"

"I, I falled on the, the bwots" Sammy cried.

"Did you hurt your arm?" Dean asked. Getting a head shake he tried again. "Did you hit your head? Does your head hurt, Sammy?" Sammy shook his head again. "Okay, what about your knees? Did you hurt your knees kiddo?" Once more the answer was a no sending Dean back to square one. Out of guesses he sighed. "What hurts, Sammy?"

Tear filled doe eyes peered up at Dean. Sniffing Sammy fisted his eyes and leaned back against his daddy's chest. "I falled on the bwots and hurted my butt, daddy." He solemnly told Dean. Rubbing his backside with one hand he innocently asked, "Daddy kiss it?"

Dean threw a glare over his shoulder at Bobby who was doubled over laughing before softening his expression and focusing back on the toddler in his lap. "No Sammy, daddy is not going to kiss your butt." He said as he reached down and began tickling Sammy's stomach causing the littlest Winchester to squeal in glee and attempt to climb out of his daddy's lap. Capturing the squirming boy Dean continued the tickle attack until Bobby came to Sammy's rescue.

"Come on Sammy" Bobby said as he hoisted the little boy onto his shoulders and walked into the kitchen. "Let's go get us something to eat. Papa's starving." Going over to the table the older man sat Sammy on his booster seat and scooted up his chair before hurrying over to the stove. Turning off the alarm he grabbed a pot holder and opened the oven pulling out a cookie sheet full of chicken nuggets. He set the sheet on top of the burners and then reached for his fork. After stabbing a few nuggets and depositing them on Sammy's plate, Bobby swiftly cut the chicken into smaller pieces before dropping a handful of fries onto the plate. Setting the toddler's plate down on the counter to cool the hunter went ahead and fixed his own plate. He added a tiny drop of ketchup to the baby's dish and carried both plates over to the table. "Careful Sammy, it's hot." He cautioned as he placed the plate in front of the youngster. Taking a seat beside the small boy Bobby stabbed a nugget with his fork and blew on it smiling as the toddler did the same. He watched the little boy eat a few bites to make sure Sammy wouldn't burn his mouth. Finally satisfied that John's youngest had things under control he turned and tucked into his own meal.

Dean shoveled the last of his chicken nuggets into his mouth and pushed back his chair. Grabbing his empty dish he walked over to the stove for a second helping. He refilled his plate and headed back to the table chuckling as he caught sight of his little brother's head slowly dropping to his chest. Quickly setting down his plate he tiptoed over to Sammy and gently eased the sleepy toddler out of his seat. "Think it's past somebody's nap time." He softly said before shuffling out of the kitchen. In the living room he slowly made his way across the room. He laid his baby brother on the couch and covered him with the blue blanket that was hanging on the back. Leaning down he kissed Sammy's forehead. "Sweet dreams, kiddo" he whispered.