Two Boys and a Baby
Six months had past and Baby Christina's life had now changed forever. John cradled his daughter in his arms as he gazed up at the burning house. Mary was gone. Murdered by a demon who was searching for his youngest son Sam. The upper floor of the house was ablaze and the fire crew were busy extinguishing the flames as best they could. By his side were his two sons who gazed up at their home with sorrow in their eyes. Sam hung onto John's side and tearfully sucked his thumb. Dean could barely watch as his house burned. The cries of a baby girl echoed throughout the night.
Three months later
Sam perched himself on the edge of the bed and wrinkled his nose. This motel room smelt funny. The Winchesters had been moving around the country for several months now and Sam still wasn't use to living in motels. He glanced over at Christina who was holding herself up in her playpen-which was provided by the motel staff-and babbling away to herself. She giggled at her brother. Her hair was now a small mane of dark waves and she was now crawling on all fours. Sam smiled back at her and pulled a face which made her laugh more.
"You're face will stay like that if the wind changes" warned Dean as he came out the bathroom, there was a playful smirk on his face.
Sam looked worried and gave a nervous laugh.
"I'm kiddin'" chuckled Dean heading over to Christina who held her hands out to her big brother.
"I knew that" protested Sam innocently.
"Sure you did" replied Dean lifting Christina out of the playpen, he sniffed.
"Uh oh" he said looking at Christina, "Somebody needs a diaper change."
Christina babbled and gurgled as she was placed on her back on the bed wear Sam was sitting. Sam slid off and grabbed the bag that contained diapers and various bottles and pacifiers. He handed Dean a clean diaper and rash cream and wipes. The boys gasped and gagged in horror when the content of the diaper was revealed.
"Eww" shrieked Sam turning his head away sharply whilst holding his nose.
Once Dean had completed the tricky and messy job of switching diapers he tossed the soiled one at Sam.
"You want it" he laughed to which Sam glowered at him.
"You're a meanie" pouted Sam picking the diaper up and placing it in the waste bin "It hit me."
"Calm down Francis" taunted Dean applying the rash cream on Christina.
"Shut up!" said Sam who was going into a sulk and sat on the chair near the refrigerator.
"There we go Chrissie" said Dean putting his little sister onto the floor.
Christina gazed over at Sam and crawled over to him with wide eyes and sat at his feet and looking up at him with a tilted head. She looked like an curious boxer puppy from Sam's angle. Whenever she did this people would coo at her. Sam couldn't stop himself from smiling. She then steadily got to her feet and managed to maintain her balance by hugging the chair leg.
"Chrissie doesn't like you being moody Sammy" chuckled Dean from the other side of the room.
Christina plopped down and crawled over to the refrigerator and started to smack it with her podgy hands. She whined until Dean produce a carton of juice to which he poured it into a sippy cup.
"You want some too Sammy?" he asked his little brother.
"Please" replied Sam as Dean handed him a glass of orange juice "Thank you."
"You welcome" said Dean sitting up on the countertop.
"Is Daddy at Uncle Bobby's again?" asked Sam wiping his mouth after taking a gulp.
Dean nodded "Yup."
Sam frowned "Why?"
Dean's head fell "I dunno Sammy. Quit askin"
Sam downed the remaining juice and said "When will he be back?"
Dean hopped down and glanced at the door with a hint of doubt "Soon. Soon."
John couldn't be away all night again. He couldn't just neglect his children and leave them alone in a motel. Dean didn't want to be a babysitter all the time. He needed his father too. He was still a kid himself. He couldn't stand Sam's constant bombardment of questions. He couldn't stand the thought of his baby sister being neglected by the only parent she had left. That was his worst fear.
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