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Previously on Supernatural-"I'll call you guys tonight and give you the number to the motel. Be good for Uncle Bobby." he instructed as he stood. Leaning over he kissed both boys on the forehead and then quickly walked out the door.
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Sammy hopped off the couch and ran back to his spot on the floor attention focused on the cartoon show playing on the television. "Go Lion-O!" he cheered as his favorite character raced across the screen.
Dean watched his little brother mirror the cartoon character's moves for a moment before returning to the work laid out on the coffee table in front of him. Sighing he picked up his pencil and pulled the top sheet of paper closer.
"Whatcha got there, Dean?" Bobby asked taking a seat beside the youngster. "Must be something pretty important for your dad to make you finish it here. Is it some kind of project or something?"
"No, just the usual" Dean replied. "Dad said he didn't want me getting behind again so he told Ms. Simmons that I was gonna miss today and tomorrow and asked her to send all my work and homework for me to do."
"Dang, boy your teacher makes you do that much work in two days?" Bobby questioned eyeing the huge pile of books and papers on the table.
"Actually, this is just part of it. I kinda lucked out cause she couldn't send some of the stuff we do with me." Dean said scrunching up his nose. "Uh, Uncle Bobby I think somebody needs a clean diaper."
"I think you're right" Bobby agreed making a face. Standing up he started for the hallway stopping at the sound of Sammy's voice.
"Uncle Bobby, can you play cars with me? You can use my new blue car. It goes really fast." Sammy offered holding out the car to his uncle.
"Sorry sport, I've gotta go change Aaron here before he stinks up the whole house." Bobby told the little boy. "I'll play with you when I get done, okay?"
"Okay" Sammy replied. He pushed his cars around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Quickly becoming bored he left his cars and walked over to the table where his brother was working. "Dean, will you play cars with me, please?" he asked.
"No can do, squirt. Dad said I had to finish all this before I could play." Dean informed his brother pointing to the work littering the table. "Why don't you go watch some more cartoons?"
"No more cartoons on, just people kissing." Sammy said making a face as he switched off the television. Staring down at the books and papers in awe he asked, "Can I help you, Dean?"
"No Sammy, not this time. I have to do my own homework." Dean said. Seeing his little brother's face fall he added, "But you could do your homework."
Sammy's mouth dropped open in surprise. "But Dean I don't got no homework" he reminded his big brother.
"It's I don't have any homework" Dean corrected, "and yes you do. Ms. Simmons sent some work for you to do, too. Hang on a minute." Dean grabbed his book bag and pulled it closer. Sifting through the contents he took out the two fat beginner's pencils and primary writing tablet that he had bought at the school's Pride Store and set them in front of his brother. "These are for you Sammy. Ms. Simmons said for you to practice writing your name and that if you did a really good job, she'd give you a treat when you got back." Dean explained making a mental note to fill his teacher in on what she said when he returned to school. He opened the tablet for his brother. "See, this part shows you where all the letters go on the lines." He said pointing to the alphabet on the front inside cover. "You can use it to practice writing your name. Here, I'll help you." Kneeling behind his little brother Dean covered Sammy's hand with his own and helped him write his first name on the top line. "Good job, Sammy!" he praised.
Sammy's dimpled grin lit up the room as he gazed down at the tablet. Cocking his head to one side he glanced from his writing to the alphabet at the top. "But Dean mine's all squiggly" he huffed.
"That's cause it's your first time. You'll get better, just keep practicing." Dean encouraged.
"Okay, I do it good next time." Sammy replied. Holding his pencil tightly he started writing his name once more. Sticking his tongue out in concentration he slowly and carefully wrote the letters: S A M M Y. "Look! I did it by myself!" he hollered holding the tablet in Dean's face.
"You sure did, kiddo" Dean agreed taking the tablet and moving it back a little so he could actually see the writing. The shaky handwriting was illegible for the most part but Sammy was happy and that was all that mattered to Dean. "That looks great, Sammy. Can you fill up the rest of the lines?"
"Yes! But I gotta go potty first." Sammy called over his shoulder as he raced out of the room and down the hall.
Shaking his head Dean went back to his work smiling as Sammy's off key rendition of "Old MacDonald" started up. "I really need to teach him a new song." He thought tired of hearing the same tune every time his brother went to the bathroom. He'd rather go in the bathroom with Sammy then hear his caterwauling but once the kid had turned four he had informed his dad and brother that he was a big boy and could go to the potty by himself. Problem was Sammy was still young enough to be afraid of being in a room by himself which was where the singing came in. So far singing had worked for the littlest Winchester but Dean was hoping that Sammy would outgrow that habit really soon. His little brother sang worse than their dad and that was really saying something.
In the bathroom
"Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O" Sammy loudly sang. A knock on the door startled him making him jump.
"Sammy, keep it down in there! I'm trying to get the baby to sleep!" Bobby hollered from the other side of the door.
"Okay, Uncle Bobby" Sammy replied. Sitting quietly Sammy looked around the small room anxiously jumping at every little noise. "Old Mac, MacDonald had a f-farm" he shakily whispered. Finishing as quickly as he could Sammy swiftly ran his hands under the tap and raced out of the room and back to the living room and the safety of his big brother.
Thirty minutes later Bobby came back into the living room. "Dean, Aaron's asleep in my room. Think you could listen out for him for a while? I need to finish fixing Mr. Perkins car before he comes to pick it up tonight." Bobby asked as he walked past the couch.
"No problem, Uncle Bobby. Go ahead" Dean replied from behind a book.
Seeing Sammy grab his cars Bobby sighed. "Not now, Sammy. Uncle Bobby has some work to do. I'll play later."
"Okay" Sammy sadly agreed. Setting his cars back on the floor he walked over and plopped down beside his brother. Opening his tablet once more Sammy picked up his pencil and started writing. Maybe if he showed Uncle Bobby how good he could write his name, he'd want to play.
A few hours later
Hearing the baby crying in the other room Dean quickly put down his pencil and stood up. "C'mon Sammy. The baby's awake." He said as he hurried down the hall to Bobby's room. Opening the door he walked over to the bed sitting down next to the crying child. "Hey there Aaron. Have a good nap?" he asked as he picked the baby up and began gently rocking him. "Geez, no wonder you're crying. Drank a little too much huh kid? Don't worry, Sammy and I will get you all fixed up." Placing the baby back on the bed Dean looked around the room for what he would need. Spotting the diaper bag on the other side of the room he ran over, brought it back, and set it on the floor beside the bed. "Okay, Sammy let's get Aaron here changed."
Sammy stood next to the bed handing Dean the supplies he asked for and watching as his big brother expertly changed the baby's diaper. Taking the wet diaper from Dean he hurried over to the trash can and dropped it in before following Dean out of the room and back to the living room.
Dean carefully placed Aaron on the floor in the middle of the living room and turned to his little brother. "I need to go get Uncle Bobby and tell him that the baby's awake, Sammy. So you're gonna have to watch Aaron for me for a few minutes, okay?" Dean asked.
Sammy's wide eyes glanced from the baby to his big brother. "But, but what do I do?" he asked staring down at the baby like it was going to bite him.
"Nothing, just sit here and watch him. It's easy." Dean replied smiling at Sammy.
"What if he starts crying again?" Sammy questioned. "I don't like it when he cries."
Dean thought for a moment before answering. "If Aaron starts crying, you can do what I always did to get you to stop crying." He said. "Watch" Dean raised his arm above the baby hand forming a claw. "I'm gonna get ya, Aaron" he softly said. Once he had Aaron's attention he started lowering his arm repeating the word "Getcha" as he wiggled his fingers. Once his hand touched the baby's tummy he started to gently tickle Aaron causing the baby to giggle. "See he likes it. But you have to tickle him really easy cause he's just a baby. Okay?"
"Okay Dean" Sammy agreed. He watched Dean get up and run out the front door before peering down at the baby. "No crying" he instructed as he sat down beside Aaron.
Outside
Dean raced around and through the piles of junked cars until he made it to the workshop. Spotting a dirty pair of boots sticking out from under and old heap he called, "Uncle Bobby! Aaron's awake!" He laughed at the thud and curse words that followed.
Rubbing his head Bobby slid out from under the old Ford and sat up to glare at Dean. Noticing that Dean was alone he swiftly got to his feet and headed for the house. "What are you doing out here by yourself, Dean? Where's Sammy and Aaron?" he questioned.
"It's okay Uncle Bobby. Sammy's watching Aaron until we get back." Dean assured his uncle.
"What? You left Sammy to watch Aaron? Sammy's only four Dean." Bobby reminded doubling his pace.
"So, I was four when I started watching Sammy." Dean fired back. "Besides, it's only for a few minutes."
"I know that Dean. But Sammy's not you and a lot can happen in just a few minutes." Bobby replied as he headed up the porch steps. "Listen why don't you go get the mail outta the mailbox for me? You need a break after sitting on the floor for so long."
"Okay, Uncle Bobby" Dean said as he turned toward the driveway. "Tell Sammy I'll be back in a minute."
"Alright Dean" Bobby called. Opening the front door he walked into the house and found Sammy and Aaron on the floor giggling. Walking closer he noticed that Sammy was tickling the baby's tummy. "Don't be so rough, Sammy. You could hurt Aaron." Bobby scolded picking up the baby and walking over to the rocking chair.
"Yes sir" Sammy said dropping his gaze to the floor. He'd tried to be careful just like Dean showed him but he couldn't even do that right. All he did was make Uncle Bobby mad at him again. Sammy trudged over to the couch and quietly sat down. Spotting his open tablet he carefully lifted it up and held it out in front of him. "Look, Uncle Bobby! I wrote my name! See!" he excited shouted knowing his uncle would be proud of him.
"Uh uh, that's good Sammy" Bobby distractedly replied not looking up from the baby in his arms.
Sammy's lower lip trembled as he set the tablet back on the table. He took one more look at his uncle playing with the baby before hopping off the couch and slowly walking dejectedly to the room he shared with Dean.