Chapter 2: Daycare for Dean and a Very Unusual Learning Experience for Sam
Sam wasn't sure what to do with Dean. He had no idea on how to take care of a baby who couldn't even sit up without support. He propped Dean up with some pillows on the floor and handed him a rattle from one of the shelves. Dean giggled and shook it.
"Huh. I guess you like that." Sam said.
Dean looked up at Sam curiously. He reached out to tap Sam's face lightly with the rattle. Sam grabbed the rattle and hid it behind his back. Dean's lip wobbled and his eyes brimmed with tears. Sam gave it back to Dean, who smiled and started giggling again. Sam smiled back and tickled Dean.
"Since you can't talk back or kill me for saying this, you are the cutest baby ever. I love you. Not only that, but I like taking care of you. " Sam said.
'Sam, when did you become such a chick? And I'm not cute, and I'm defiantly not a baby! Stop talking to me like I'm 2!' Dean thought.
Instead of that coming out his mouth, he gurgled and smiled at Sam, who was now playing peek-a-boo with him. He shook the rattle, and Sam took it and hid it behind his back again. His lip quivered and tears started rolling down his tiny, chubby cheeks. He started to whimper, and Sam gave him the rattle back. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe away Dean's tears. Dean reached for Sam, but ended up with a handful of his long, dark hair. Sam braced himself for the pulling, but Dean let it go and returned to playing with the rattle. Sam smiled and kissed Dean's forehead. He picked him up and cradled him. Dean put his tiny hand on Sam's chest and moved it around, feeling Sam. Sam was kind of startled at first, then he realized Dean had no idea what he was doing. Dean seemed to be looking for a certain spot. He placed his hand right over Sam's left nipple. Dean started sucking on Sam, and Sam got a little freaked out. Dean started to cry, and Sam was so…guilt ridden for some reason. Like he couldn't satisfy Dean's needs. Sam guessed Dean was hungry and made him a bottle. Dean drank it down and Sam burped him. His eyes started to droop closed and he fell asleep.
"Night-Night, Deanie. I love you." Sam whispered, laying Dean in his little white crib and wrapping him in a little blanket.
Sam walked out of the room and into another room that had a computer. He needed to find out more about Dean and his development and such. He pulled up a few pages. He learned about why Dean was suckling him earlier, (Dean simply thought that he would get something, not uncommon, but Sam still found it strange that Dean sorta thought Sam was his mother.) He found out a lot about how 4 month olds acted, about how they played, and what usually fascinated them. Sam shut down the computer and sighed. He had a lot to learn. And he'd only been in the field for two hours. Dean's adult mind was still awake, and he was processing all the information from the past few hours.
'I cry over stupid things, I was playing with a rattle, I thought Sam was funny, I drank two bottles, I was giggling. What the hell is wrong with me? Does this have something to do with that whole act Cass put on earlier? The whole pacifier-treat me like a two year old-act like my mom thing? Maybe Sam's right. Maybe I am a baby. And- oh, shit. I totally felt him up earlier. He'll never let me live it down.' Dean thought.
Dean was so absorbed his thoughts, he didn't notice his body start to wake up. He once again opened his mouth to ask about what was going in, but he just started wailing. Sam busted through the door and scooped him up.
"Hey, buddy. It's alright, baby boy. What's the matter?" Sam asked, patting Dean's bottom, feeling for wetness. Sam could feel the wetness and laid Dean on the changing table. Dean was still bawling and Sam grabbed the light blue pacifier off the shelf and stuck it in Dean's mouth. Dean relaxed and let Sam change and powder him. He kicked his tiny feet and stared at Sam with pure innocent amazement in his eyes.
"Alright, Dean, let's go get you something to play with. Besides your cute little toes." Sam said, picking Dean up. Dean cuddled into Sam again.
Sam took him back downstairs and sat him in a bouncer and watched Dean giggle at the little objects hanging overhead. Dean had spit out the pacifier, now he took to sucking on his fist and looking around the room. Suddenly, Dean became very cranky. He started crying and wailing and screaming with all he had. Sam tried giving him the pacifier, feeding him, playing with him, even singing to him. Nothing worked. He patted his back gently.
"Come on, buddy. Please stop crying. Awwww, why are you crying, baby?" Sam asked, continuing to pat Dean's back.
Sam finally figured out why Dean was crying. Dean had burped and spit-up. Sam was pretty grossed out. Now he had baby spit-up all over his back. Dan was smiling and giggling again.
"At least you stopped crying. I really don't like it when you cry." Sam said.