"It's a boy," John grinned, replacing the receiver. "A little brother for you to play with, Dean."
The four-year-old frowned. "But Dad, you said a baby's real' small and can't walk or talk, so how can I play with him?'
"His name's Samuel," John chuckled, gathering the child into his arms, "and right this minute we're going to see him and your mom."
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From his kiddie seat in the back of the Impala, Dean grappled with the idea of having a sibling. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. What did that mean for him? Would mom and dad not need him any more now that they had a new son?
Glancing in the rearview mirror, John noticed the corrugated expression on his eldest's face and smiled. Dean was such a loving child. He was absolutely convinced Dean would adore his little brother as soon as he set eyes on him.
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"Come nearer, Dean," his mom called, smiling at her eldest. "Sammy wants to meet you."
Reluctantly, Dean moved forward towards the hospital bed where his mom was holding what resembled a bundle of clothing.
Mary pulled the blue blanket to the side so Dean could take a good look.
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He didn't really know what to expect but what Dean saw was a scrunched up little face, the eyes closed tight.
"You can touch him, Dean," his mom encouraged.
Dean glanced up at her before passing a small finger over the baby's cheek.
To his wonder, the tiny eyes opened and seemed to stare straight into his.
Dean felt a thrill run through him. This was HIS baby brother and he swore he'd always take care of him.