A week later, Dean still didn't like the new baby. All he did was eat, sleep, cry, and poop. His parents were always tired, and so was he. The baby only sleeps for a couple hours at a time, and then he would scream and wake everyone up.
Dean walked into the living room and saw his Mom sitting on the couch, with her eyes closed and her head laid back. He walked over and climbed onto her lap.
"Mommy." He said. "Play with me."
"Not right now, Honey." Mary smiled at the little boy. "Mommy's tired."
"Please?" He pleaded, giving her his best puppy eyes.
"How about we just sit here and watch tv?" Mary asked.
"Cartoons?"
"Cartoons it is."
Dean snuggled against his Mom and she turned on the tv.
"Batman!" Dean exclaimed.
Mother and son watched tv for about ten minutes, then they heard a loud cry coming from the baby monitor sitting on the table.
"Hop up, Dean." Mary said. "I need to check on your brother."
"But I'm comfy." Dean said, mad that the new baby was stealing his Mommy away again.
"I know, Sweetie." Mary said, sliding the boy over so he was sitting on the couch and not on her. "But I have to get up."
Dean scowled as his Mom stood up and hurried upstairs. A few moments later, he heard her talking to the baby through the baby monitor.
"It's okay, Baby." He heard his Mom's voice coo. "Mommy's here."
Dean glared at the monitor, it wasn't fair. He wanted his Mommy, but she was with the brat.
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Two hours later, Mary called Dean into the kitchen for lunch. The little boy sat at the table and Mary placed a plate of food in front of him. He was still upset about earlier.
"I don't want chicken nuggets." He said, crossing his arms across his thin chest.
"You love chicken nuggets." Mary said, sitting a glass of milk on the table. "Now eat up."
"No."
"Excuse me?" Mary asked, her tone stern.
"I said no!" Dean yelled. He had an idea. If crying and throwing a fit worked for the baby, it should work for him.
"Do not shout at me, young man." Mary scolded. "Now eat your lunch."
"No!" Dean yelled, knocking the plate onto the floor. Then he started yelling as loud as he could.
Mary stared in shock at her normally well behaved son, Dean hadn't thrown a fit like this since he was two. The shock quickly wore off and she pulled her chair out from the table a couple feet and opened one of the sink drawers, pulling out a wooden spoon. Then she firmly grabbed a hold of Dean's upper arm and pulled him to a standing position. She sat down and pulled the little boy across her lap.
Once Dean was pulled across his Mom's lap, Dean grew silent. This was not what was supposed to happen.
"No Mommy." Dean squirmed. "I'll eat now."
"Young man." Mary said sternly, I do not know what has gotten into you. But you know better then to throw a tantrum like that. She popped the small jean clad butt with the spoon.
"Owwww!" Dean cried out as his eyes watered. The swat sting, but it didn't hurt that bad. But the little boy was upset over being spanked. It wasn't fair.
Mary swatted the small bottom four more times, then tossed the spoon on the table and rubbed gentle circles on the small back while Dean cried. Then she sighed and mumbled under her breath when she heard Sam's cries from the baby monitor.
Mary picked her oldest son up and stood him in front of her. Then she wrapped her arms around him. Dean leaned into the hug and his crying stopped. Mary pulled him away and kissed his forehead.
"I love you Dean."
"I love you too Mommy." The four-year-old said, sniffling. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Sweetie." Mary said. The cries from the baby monitor grew louder.
Mary stood up and quickly grabbed another plate and placed some chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese in it, then sat the plate on the table.
"Dean, clean up the mess. Put the plate in the sink and the food in the trash. Don't worry about wiping up the rest, I'll do that in a bit. Then I want you to sat down and eat."
"Yes Ma'am."
Mary kissed his cheek, then she hurried out of the room to check on her youngest.
"Stupid brat." Dean grumbled as he clean up the nuggets and mac and cheese from the floor. "It's all his fault."
The young boy started crying again when he heard the sounds of his Mom comforting the baby through the monitor. He couldn't understand why his Mommy and Daddy loved the baby more then him. Dean looked at the plate on the table, but he wasn't hungry. He didn't think he would ever be hungry again.
The little boy ran upstairs to his room, closed the door, then laid on the bed and cried into his stuffed dog. Within minutes, he was asleep.
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John walked into the living room, exhausted. It had been a long hard day at the shop and all he wanted to do was kiss his wife, hug his sons, and sit in his recliner. But one look at his wife's face told him that his plans were just not going to happen.
"What's wrong, Mary?" He asked, as they hugged.
"I'm worried about Dean." Mary said, after they pulled apart.
"Why?"
"At lunch he threw a fit instead of eating, threw the plate on the floor and started yelling."
"That is strange." John said. "Usually if there is food within striking distance of him, it's gone."
"John." Mary scolded. "This is not funny. He didn't eat anything, and he cried himself to sleep. He woke up an hour later, but has been in his room every since. I tried to coax him out with cookies, but he won't budge."
"I'm sorry." John said, with a small sigh. "I know. He hasn't been acting like himself since we brought Samuel home."
"I was hoping he'd like having a brother."
"He will." John assured her. "He just has to get used to it."
They heard small footsteps behind them and turned just as Dean entered the room. He had heard his Daddy come home and wanted to see him before he went upstairs to the baby.
"Hey Champ." John said, knelling on one knee and holding his arms out. it was all the invitation Dean needed to run and fling himself into his arms.
John hugged the little boy tight, then sat on the couch and stood him in front of him. Mary sat beside her husband.
"Your Mommy said you had a rough day." John said.
"She spanked me." Dean said, hanging his head.
"Look at me son." John said, his voice gentle.
Dean looked up, his bottom lip quivering.
"Hey, it's ok Champ." John said, carding his hand through the boy's hair. "I'm not mad. Mommy spanked you, you are forgiven. I've got a great idea."
"What?" Dean asked.
"I don't have to work tomorrow. How about we go on a picnic?"
"Really?" Dean asked with excitement.
"Really."
"Can we bring a kite?"
"Of course we can."
Dean clapped his hands and jumped up and down in excitement.
"The four of us will have a great time." John said, then looked at his oldest son in confusion as the boy's smile was replaced with a scowl.
"I don't want the baby to go." Dean stated, crossing his arms across his thin chest and stomping his small foot.
"Why not?" Mary asked.
"I hate him!" Dean yelled, as his eyes watered. The little boy couldn't take it anymore. He had to tell them how he felt.
"Dean." John barked.
"I do!" Dean yelled, as the tears leaked from his eyes. "He made you hate me!"
"Honey." Mary said. "We love you."
"You spanked me for waking him up, but he can wake me up whenever he wants to. You always pet him and play with him, but you're too busy to play with me. You don't love me no more because of him. He's a loud stinky poophead!"
Dean started crying hard, then ran from the room and up the stairs. John and Mary looked at each other in confusion, they had no idea Dean felt that way. Both parents felt horrible. They jumped when Dean's bedroom door slammed shut, then groaned when Samuel started crying.
"I'll talk to Dean." Mary said.
"I'll take the loud stinky poophead." John replied. "Then I'll be in and help with Dean."
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Dean was really upset, he didn't want to live in that house anymore. If his parents loved the baby more then him, then he would just leave. The little boy was stuffing his toys into his batman backpack when his Mom entered the room.
"What are you doing, Dean?" She asked.
"Running away." Dean sniffled.
"Oh." Mary said, sitting on Dean's bed. "Did you pack everything you need?"
"Yes Ma'am." Dean said.
"Clean clothes?"
"Um…no."
"Toothbrush?"
"No."
"Money for rent and food?"
"No." Dean sighed.
"Come here, son." Mary said. Dean walked over to her.
Mary picked him up and sat him on her lap. "Dean." She said. "Daddy and I love you very much."
"No you don't." He said.
"Sweetie, I know Daddy and I have been paying more attention to Samuel then to you. And I'm sorry about that. But you have to understand that a new baby is a lot of hard work."
"He gets away with waking me up." Dean said.
"I have a question." Mary said, hugging the boy close to her. "If you're hungry, how do you let us know?"
"I tell you." Dean said, wondering why his Mom would ask a dumb question like that.
"And if you're scared?"
"I tell you."
"And if you're hurt?"
"I tell you."
"You can use words to tell us stuff, but Samuel can't. He's just a little baby, he can't talk. So if he's wet, hungry, or scared, the only way he can let us know is by crying."
"Oh." Dean said, playing with the necklace around his Mom's neck. He hadn't thought of that. Babies couldn't talk.
"Babies can't tell time either." Mary said. "So Samuel doesn't know when it's bedtime. He sleeps when he's sleepy, and he's awake when he's not. He's not doing it to be mean."
"Oh." Dean was starting to feel bad about being mad at the baby. It wasn't his fault he was a baby.
"You know, I was hoping you could help us out with Samuel."
"How?"
"Well, you're the big brother. Samuel is going to look up to you, he's going to think you're pretty cool."
"Really?" Dean asked with a smile.
"Yep. And I was hoping you could help us teach him how to ride a bike, or how to fish."
"I can teach him how to fix cars." Dean said, excitedly. "Daddy's showing me and I can show the baby."
"Yeah." Then Mary frowned. "Too bad you're running away."
The smile on Dean's face vanished. "Do I have'ta run away Mommy?" He asked.
"Of course not, Sweetie." Mary said.
"I'm sorry I yelled."
"We'll let it slid, Dean." Mary kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Sweetie."
"I love you too Mommy."
"How about we go and tell Samuel goodnight?" Mary suggested.
"Okay." Dean smiled. Then the smile vanished. "I need to tell him I'm sorry for being mean to him."
Mary stood up and carried Dean into the nursery, where John had just laid the baby back into the bassinet.
"Feeling better Champ" John asked Dean, as he held his arms out for him.
"Yes Sir." Dean said, as John took him from Mary and hugged him. "I'm sorry I yelled."
"It's okay, Champ."
Dean looked into the bassinet and again thought the baby was cute. "I'm sorry brother." Dean said to the infant. The baby looked at him and Dean swore that he saw the baby smile.
"He forgives you." John said.
Dean looked at the baby, then got a thoughtful look on his face. "Samuel sounds like a old person's name." Dean said. "Can we call him Sammy?"
"Well I don't know." John said, pretending to think about it. He looked at the baby. "Do you want to be called Sammy?"
The baby made a gurgling sound.
"That's baby talk for yes." Mary said. "So Sammy it is."
"We're going to be best'est friends Sammy." Dean told the infant.
Baby Sammy made another gurgling sound and Dean smiled.
"He agrees." The four-year-old said.
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THE END
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