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Chapter 9:
Dean was shaken awake, his Dad leaning over him.
"We gotta go buddy."
Dean blinked up at him.
"Come on, up an' at em'. Your brothers' gonna be here soon."
This jolted him awake, and he scrambled out of bed, getting dressed as fast as he could. Dad was already ahead of him, and Dean rushed to catch up. They were piling into the car faster than they ever had before.
Dean listened to his Mom's heavy breathing, and he looked out the window. The sky was still dark, and he couldn't make out much. They made the hospital in record time, and Mom was quickly ushered into a wheelchair and taken down a hall. Dad picked up Dean and gave their information up at the front desk before rushing off to where they had taken Mom.
They ended up in a waiting room that was nearly empty, and they waited. Dean squirmed; the waiting was horrible, and with nothing to do, time seemed to stretch on to forever. Dean settled into his Dad's lap and waited.
"Dean."
Dean blinked sleepily back at his Dad who was gently shaking him awake.
"We can go in now. Ready to see Mom?"
Dean nodded, and let Dad carry him into the room Mom was staying. She was sitting up, even though she looked exhausted. She was holding a tiny bundle in her arms, Mom smiled at them, and the two of them went to her. Dad put Dean gently down on the bed, and Dean rubbed his eyes as Dad grabbed a chair and sat next to Mom.
Dean leaned close to Mom, inhaling her scent and trying to peer through the folds of the pale blanket. Mom leaned into Dean, nuzzling him quietly.
"Would you like to hold him?" she whispered.
Dean nodded, completely mystified. Wordlessly, Mom shifted the baby, and gently cradled him, showing Dean how to hold him. As Dean held his baby brother, he felt the same awe as he did when he first felt him kick. His little brother felt no bigger than a loaf of bread. He looked inside, and saw big blue eyes staring back at him. His little brother looked small and pink.
"He is named after your grandfather. Dean, say hello to Samuel." Mom's gentle voice holding him close.
Dad leaned close, testing the name for the first time. Letting it become familiar, and Dean liked that Dad had finally settled on Sam. Dean smiled, liking the delicate weight of his little brother becoming comfortable in his arms.
"Hey there, Sammy. My name's Dean. I'm your big brother."
Little Sammy blinked up at him, and Dean sucked in a breath. He felt an entirely different weight now. It was up to him to look after his little brother. He smiled, and he thought for a second, Sammy smiled back.
TBC…