A/N: Okay, so, today's chapter is so irrelevant I'm counting on how incredibly adorable you'll find it to not leave flames. (What? Sloth is a very hard Sin to write *scowls*)

See that you'll read carefully the ratings, warnings and details on every chapter, for they'll vary.

For chapter 5:

Story Details: wee!chesters (like totally!), Dean is 6 and Sam is 2. (You've already started cooeing, haven't ya? *smirks*)

Rated: K

Warnings: Sammy's very first word (ever!), a lot of fluff and sweetness (like rotten-teeth sweetness)

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't Eric Kripke. (damn it!)

V: Acedia [Sloth]

And no one knows how I love you

No one comes even close

And sunlight runs through my veins for you

Athlete - The Awkward Goodbye

It goes like this; Dean takes care of Sammy. Dad says this is Dean's job. Although, Dean does it not so much for Dad, but because Mommy always said that watching over Sam is very important.

Truth be told, Sammy is pretty boring, in Dean's humblest opinion. Don't misinterpret Dean; Sam's cute and all, but all he does is eat, sleep and poop. That's it. Honestly, Dean doesn't get why babies are so popular; they're obviously unnecessary. Plus they're a pain in the butt. No kidding; Sam's purpose in life is to annoy the hell out of Dean.

You see, Sam is two and, because he's so small that he hasn't even learnt how to speak yet, every time he wants something he'd tug Dean's shirt/arm (whichever more accessible) while making incoherent noises through his tiny mouth.

As Dean already said: Sam is pretty much useless; and it's because of that Dean has to stay behind and watch him and can't go hunting with Dad.

And so, that's how Dean ended up at Pastor Jim's, Sammy a sleeping pile Dean's arms can barely support, both of them to remain here until Dad comes to pick them up.

Which is the lesser of two evils; meaning that Dean would have prefered staying with Bobby (who has the coolest junk yard, with the coolest car-parts for Dean to play with). But, Bobby has made it clear that he loves to look at Sam, but not nearly enough to tolerate Sammy fussing around him.

Pastor Jim on the other hand, goes all Mother-Hen on the both them, which is kind of annoying, but, at least Dean gets to not spend every minute with Sammy, since the churchman (Dean wasn't sure that was valid, if the dude knew about Dad's job it must mean he's something more) enjoys playing with the little bugger.

Thus, there Dean was, a silver knife firmly in his fist (well, no, not really -Dad doesn't let Dean touch any sharp stuff yet- it's just that Dean's imagination is very very vivid), stabbing invisible demons. Sammy was still napping, on the couch this time, instead of his crib (which would be Dean's torso), while Pastor Jim was reading a book that resembled 'The Bible' but Dean was pretty sure it wasn't.

It was looking like it would be a quiet afternoon, and Dean was feeling relaxed; though he knew they were absolutely safe solely when with Dad, nothing had ever happened to them while at the Pastor's house, so Dean could say he genuinely trusted the guy.

It all happened very quickly.

Dean had just gone to the kichen, to fetch a glass of water (Jim had offered to do that, but Dean's not a helpless baby, unlike Sammy...), when he heard his little brother scream in pure agony.

Water forgotten, Dean run as fast as his small feet would carry him back at the room he had left the -no longer peacefully sleeping- boy. It was inscripted in Dean's handbook, (with big, flashy red letters) the first of John Winchester's Ten Commandments; protect Sam, keep him safe.

It was the first thing Dean learned how to do, the first thing Dad taught Dean he must always do. Well, that wasn't all Dad taught Dean, but he had made clear it was the most significant lesson.

Anyway... Pastor Jim was kinda hovering above Sammy, his face twisted in a helpless expression, clearly having no clue what to do, while attempting to calm the baby by cooeing at it. It wasn't working.

With an eye-roll, Dean slid his small body between the man and the couch, gathered Sam, or rather the tiny ball he had squeezed himself into, and settled him across his lap, carefully supporting Sam's neck with one hand.

"Shh, Sammy," Dean scolded, "You're scaring the nice Pastor." he said and Sam's big brown eyes, blinking with tears turned to look at the stunned clergyman, before setting their gaze determinedly on Dean with what was supposed to be a glare (Dean has to admit that, for a two-year-old, Sammy has issues with controlling his temper).

"I was thirsty, buddy. I was only gone for a minute." Dean defended, knowing that what had gotten Sam upset was that he woke up and Dean was missing. He really didn't like being separate from Dean. It made Sam feel safe with him; which was sort of flattering and made Dean feel all big and strong.

"D-D-Dee?" Sam hiccuped, and Dean's eyes and mouth widened quite comically. Well, Sammy finally learned a new trick, it seemed.

"Ye-ah?" Dean stuttered -from purely being surprised, not that he was awed or anything.

"S'ay 'ere." Sammy's high-pitched voice demanded unsteadily, while a tiny fist closed around the fabric of Dean's shirt.

"Okay, Sammy, I'll stay here." Dean assured, arms tightening safely around the tiny body curled up against him. It took only a few seconds for Sam to produce a happy little sigh and carry on with his nap.

Pastor Jim had gone back to reading his book, and Dean was left to stare at the wall in front of him.

You see? All Sammy ever did was eat, sleep and poop; and now he learned how to say Dean's name and boss him around all at once. Dean should have been angry about it, but he kind of couldn't; cause a funny feeling was stretching inside him, making him all warm and fuzzy. It was nice, so, even though Dean would now be stuck with Sammy on his lap for the rest of the afternoon, it didn't bothered him.

Because Dean is Sam's older brother. It's that what takes priority to everything else. First and foremost he's Sam's older brother; everything else can take their turn after that fact.

Sam's breath hitched in his sleep, and Dean rocked him gently back and forth. "Shh, got you, Sammy. Sleep tight, baby.", he whispered, and the fact that Sam's breathing deepened immediately, was more satisfying than any reward Dean could have asked for.

Even though Sammy was pretty boring, he was Dean's priority. And although the manual only said 'keep Sam safe' Dean also always tried to keep Sam happy (which sleeping on Dean apparently did). And, that? That was something his father wouldn't ask from Dean; and truth is John wouldn't have to.

Besides, for a boring kid, Sam's pretty cute after all.

Yeah, Dean could spend the rest of the afternoon like so.

A/N: Well? I know it's pretty lame (in comparison with the rest of the fics thematology), but...

Okay, yeah :| I got nothing :| Just give it up for Baby!Sam and CaringBrother!Dean, okay?

Thank you for reading *grins*