Bobby awoke with a start, almost dislodging Sam from his chest and waking him up-he looked at the clock, wondering what the hell the time was.
'Phew!' he whispered; it was only early afternoon, they hadn't been asleep long. He knew it would be hell to get the boy's back to sleep when it was their bedtime later in the evening.
He looked down at the two sleeping Winchesters- Dean was holding tightly onto Sam's chubby little fist, the older Winchester had seemed to gravitate towards his brother, his cheek resting on the top of Sam's head, both their little legs entwined in their bids to get comfy on Bobby.
'Bless...' Bobby whispered- once a protective older brother, he thought, always a protective older brother.
He gently moved a little to the side, being careful not to move little Sammy, who was neatly tucked up on his chest, one of his fingers grabbing a crease on his shirt like a little comfort blanket.
'I'm gonna have to get up kids' Bobby shook his head, not really wanting to move them, but not really seeing an alternative. He gently pulled a sleeping Dean onto his side, on one of the other sides of the sofa, making sure he was still comfy, and then he put his arms around Sam and slowly stood up.
Sam woke groggily, the little one wiping his eyes with a small fist, before his eyes widened and he started to cry out, his eyes searching for something behind Bobby.
'What's up buddy? Dean's here-look!' he said, smiling at the little boy and turning around so Sam could see Dean, who was still fast asleep on the sofa.
Sam immediately softened, as if he was content now he could see his brother.
Bobby smiled and gently chucked him under his chin with a finger, before gathering him close to his chest and walking to the kitchen to get Sam's bottle and a jar of food for Dean.
'That's it, just open up a little more...no don't spit it out D-damn it' Bobby chuckled, watching as the creamed mashed potato dribbled in bits down Dean's chin, the little boy grinning and laughing up at him.
'If I had any doubts you weren't Dean!' Bobby smiled, carefully using the spoon to mop up the debris, dropping it onto a bit of paper that was on the sofa.
Bobby looked across at Sam, who was sitting in a baby walker after already been fed, staring at the both of them.
'Did you know your brother was such an animal? Did ya?' Bobby joked before resuming his feeding of the little monkey that had been dropped upon him via male witch.
Pretty soon Dean was fed-not before he had spat out two more mouthfuls and steadfastly refused the last few spoonfuls- and Bobby had a few hours to kill before their bed time.
He looked across at the large pile of books stacked neatly against the sofa; he couldn't read them another story...
He cast his eyes to corner of the room, where he had put all the other baby stuff, and some storage boxes and bits and pieces that he didn't need, and saw the huge box that the books had come in.
Playing in a box never did anyone no harm he thought, and he stood up and grabbed the box, pulling it into the middle of the room.
'Look, I know this doesn't seem 'cool', or 'hip' or any of those words, but when we go back to the store 'Imma gonna get you two some proper, decent toys, even if you don't play with them when your older-but I'm gonna make sure you do!' he joked, imagining the big Sam and Dean playing with baby toys as fully grown men.
'But for now you can play in here-it's a magic box!' he didn't know whether he was reassuring himself or the two boys; both of them were looking at him with confused, mildly interested eyes.
Bobby sighed and shook his head, walking forwards and picking Sam up from his baby walker.
He walked back to the box and gently placed Sam inside it, making sure he was in a corner where he could be supported by the cardboard.
Immediately his little eyes widened, the little boy looking around the interior of the box, his mouth slightly agape. Bobby watched him stop for a second, as if to think about what was happening, before his little hand pressed up against the box and he began to cry out.
'Looks like he's looking for you, kiddo!' he gently nudged Dean, before he picked him up and gently sat him down outside the box, on his living room floor.
Dean looked intently at the side of the box, before he propelled himself forwards and hit the side of the box with his little fist.
Bobby watched as Sam jumped, his face scrunching up, before he started crying. Dean, upon hearing the apparent disturbance from the inside of the box, yelled out loudly.
Sam immediately stopped crying and stared at the inside of the box, as if wondering how the hell could this big brown thing be making a noise?
He cried out again, before looking back at the box to see if it made a noise back.
When Dean did indeed answer his brother with a call, Sam beamed, a little chuckle escaping him, before he squealed again, this time hitting the box with one of his feet.
He was rewarded with another yell and a small, deep noise as Dean bashed his fist against the side of the box once more.
Bobby watched, overcome with pride and complete 'Awwness' at the sight of the two boys playing; Dean was now making a little beat with his fists, just bashing them in a random order, before he laughed out loud as Sam hit back once.
'You wanna see him?' Bobby asked after a while, gently picking Dean up and placing him inside the box.
Dean giggled at the sight of his brother, but Sam's eyes were wide, as if a god had just been placed in is company-it was almost like a bright light had accompanied Dean as he was lifted into the box, like a Celestial idol or something.
Bobby guessed the little one really did idolise his brother, even as a little'un.
Dean gently hit the box again, and looked up at Sam, squealing when Sam hit the box back.
Bobby had an idea, and gently sat down on the floor behind Sam, draping his arms around the box. He looked at Dean before pointing to Sam. 'Can you say Sam?' he asked, looking at the little boy, who seemed confused by what he had said.
'S-A-M, say Sam...' Bobby repeated, moving his mouth wide as he enunciated his words, saying Sam's name over and over again.
Dean started to open his mouth, and copied Bobby's lips, although not saying a word.
'That's it kiddo, you're doing great-Sam...' Bobby smiled.
Dean tried again, this time making a noise. 'S...S...Saaa...Saaaam' he stuttered.
'YAY! Oh Dean, you did it! You said Sam!' Bobby yelled, happiness overcoming him completely as he stood up and practically bounded to Dean's side of the box, gathering up the little boy and hugging him close to his chest, rocking him back and forth, his face buried in Dean's hair.
'Sam...Sam...' Now Dean could say his brother's name, he didn't want to stop, his little face a picture of joy as he beamed at Bobby's ecstatic face.
'I am so proud of you boy, I really am' he muttered, wiping a happy tear from his eye-god why did these boys keep insisting on making him cry?
He looked down at Sam, who seemed a bit put-out after having his brother taken from him.
'I just know you'll be great too Sam!' Bobby beamed, deftly picking up the little boy and hugging him tight before tickling him, making Sam scream.
He looked at the clock again and nearly had a heart attack. It was near-on time for the boy's bedtime.
'Wow, time sure does fly when you're having fun!' Bobby chuckled, before slowly turning and walking to the stairs, leaving the box in the middle of the room, casting it into moonlight and shadow once he had turned the downstairs light off.
He glanced down at Rumsfeld, who had been sleeping by the front door all afternoon. 'You comin'?' he asked, before climbing the stairs and walking into the boy's room, turning on the light with his elbow.
He gently placed Sam into his cot and tucked him in, before turning around and doing the same to Dean, making sure the blanket was loose enough but still enough to keep him warm; these past few nights had been really cold, he guessed that summer was now over, and the cold autumn chill was going to get more prevalent in the coming weeks.
'Are both of ya comfy now?' he whispered, and when he was satisfied that they were going to be warm and comfortable during the night, he bent down and gently kissed the top of Dean's head, rubbing in the spot gently with his thumb-it was always something he remembered his own father doing to him.
He turned around and did the same to Sam, the little one moving his head into his thumb for the few seconds, before he retracted it and walked to the door, smiling at Rumsfeld, who had again took it upon himself to sleep in Sam and Dean's room.
'Keep an eye on them boy-make sure they done escape!' he jokily whispered, chuckling lightly, before he switched off the light to their bedroom.
'Sweet dreams boys' he said softly, before shutting the door with a snap, letting the boy's drift off into dreamland...
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Lots more cuteness to come, and I'm sorry I'm still not consistent with updating, but I am trying my best!
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