Chapter 7
"I sorry Dean." Sam said as his brother entered the bathroom.
"Don't worry about it buddy. What do we always say?"
"Assidents happen?" Sam asked.
"That's right! 'Assidents happen'." Dean said, deliberately mis-pronouncing the word like his brother did.
Dean plugged the bath and turned on the taps, adjusting them to get the right temperature.
"Bubbles?" Sam asked hopefully, watching the tub fill.
"Not tonight Sam, it's late. Just a little quick one to clean you up." Dean said as he turned off the taps and stood up.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I's not wearing any undies." Sam stated.
It took Dean a few seconds to get what Sam meant.
"Oh, that's alright. Just take off your wet clothes and get in. It's too late and I'm too tired to worry about that now."
Sam removed his soiled clothing and climbed into the bath. Dean put some shower gel onto a wash cloth and handed it to his brother.
"You give yourself a quick wash and I'm just going to get you some clean pjs."
Dean picked up the wet clothing and left Sam washing himself in the tub. He made his way back to his brothers room, meeting his mother leaving with a basket of soiled linen.
"Is his bed okay?" He asked "Did the mattress get too wet?"
"No," Mary said putting the basket down. She reached out and took the clothing from Dean and added it to the other dirty laundry. "He had some kind of protector thing on and that stopped it from getting the mattress. I'm just going to put this in the machine. His bed is ready for him."
"Thanks mom and next time, no fluids after 7." Dean said as he walked past him mother and into the room to get some clean clothing for Sam.
Back in the bathroom Dean helped Sam out of the bath and got him dried and re-dressed as quickly as possible. Taking him back to his room Sam asked "Can I's have a drink? I's thirsty."
"No, it's too late for a drink, you have to go back to bed and we don't want another accident, do we?" Dean answered.
"But I's empty now." Sam helpfully pointed out.
"And if you have another drink now you will 'empty' all over your bed again in a few hours." Dean replied, slinging an arm around his brothers shoulders and smiling at him.
Sam sighed and slumped his shoulders, "Okay."
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Getting Sam settled into his bed Dean and Mary wished him a good night and left the room, Sam already falling back to sleep.
"Thanks for your help mom, night." Dean said turning back to his room.
"Dean, wait." Mary said, reaching out and pulling Dean away from Sams door. "Why didn't he want me to know what happened?" She asked.
Dean just shrugged "Even actual four year olds get embarrassed when they wet the bed."
"And what about the drink? That was a pretty extreme reaction to some spilt juice." She pressed.
"What are you getting at mom?"
"You told him 'Dads not here', why did you say that?"
"No reason."
"Dean, please."
Dean sighed, "Look, Sam could be pretty clumsy when he was younger and Dad was always tired from researching or hurt from a hunt or just plain grieving and sometimes he could be a little..." Dean paused, searching for the right word, "abrupt when it came to Sam and his clumsiness."
Mary felt sick but she had to know.
"Did he ever..."
"No!" Dean interrupted, knowing exactly where these questions were leading, "he would never do that. Not to Sam."
'Not to Sam' Mary thought.
"What about to you, Dean?"
Dean stared at his mother and she was sure there was something he was hiding, just a brief flicker in his eyes.
"Goodnight mom." He said letting her know the conversation was over. He turned and walked back to his room.
Mary returned to her room and took out the picture of her family, running her finger across her husbands face she whispered, "Oh John, what did you do?
