Meeting the Winchesters. Ch. 5
Previously: "Well I'll be," Bobby whispered as he took in the sight before him. Not wanting to wake the tuckered out family, he quickly shook out the blanket in his hands and placed it over the slumbering three and quietly left the room thinking about the day ahead. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having the little rapscallions around for a little while.
Waking early the next morning to the feeling of wetness, John groaned upon realizing that he had fallen asleep without changing Sammy's diaper. Not only would he have to give himself and the boys a bath, but he would also have to wash the sheets. He could only hope that the sheet had soaked up most of the wetness and that Sam hadn't destroyed the mattress underneath. Lord knows he didn't have the money to purchase a new mattress.
Climbing out of the bed, he wasn't surprised when expressive blue-green eyes opened to see what he was doing. "Hey there squirt," John whispered as he reached out to pick Sammy up. "Let's let your brother finish sleeping while we do a quick cleanup."
"Otay Daddy," Sammy replied, before sticking his thumb in his mouth and suckling vigorously on it.
"Sounds like someone is hungry. I'll get you something to eat after we get cleaned up," John informed his baby as he carried him from the room and down the short hallway to the bathroom. Walking inside, he looked the door behind him and then started a tub of water. He would give Sammy a quick bath and then take a shower himself.
Stripping his baby of his soiled clothing and diaper, John hoisted his child up and placed him in the tub. He wasn't surprised when Sammy immediately started splashing the water with his hands as he leaned over to turn the faucet off. 'Oh well, my clothing is already wet anyway,' he thought to himself as he allowed Sam to continue playing.
Taking a washcloth from the linen shelf, John immersed it in the water and soaped it up and began to bath his son; making sure to take extra care in washing his child's face. Last thing he wanted was to hurt his child by getting soap in his eyes.
Finishing up the process, he quickly toweled his son off, diapered him and then carried Sammy back into the bedroom to find his eldest had just awaken also. Placing Sam on the floor, he figured now was as good of time as any to strip the sheets.
"Hey there Sport," John voiced with a smile as he watched Dean yawn, and then stretch after sitting up and pushing the blankets off himself. "What do you say you help your old man strip these sheets so we can get them in the wash?"
"Okay Daddy," Dean agreed as he climbed from the bed, pulling the blankets off with him as John watched. John then lifted the top corners of the sheet and began to remove the sheets, groaning once again as he noticed the wet spot that now stained the mattress.
Unbeknownst to John and Dean who were engrossed by their task as the moment, Sammy had quietly slipped through the open bedroom door and was now making his way down the hall.
~~Supernatural~~
Standing in the kitchen as he prepared to start breakfast for the day, Bobby pulled some eggs from the fridge and then cracked the shells open and then dropped the contents into a bowl before adding some milk. He wasn't sure what the kids upstairs would like for breakfast, but figured he couldn't lose with scrambled eggs. Grabbing a small can of condensed milk, he added a small bit of it to the eggs and added a little salt and pepper, just as he heard the sound of water beginning to run upstairs. "Looks like the Winchesters are awake," he said to himself as he grabbed a skillet and then added a little cooking oil to it before placing it on the stove.
Allowing the pan to heat, he poured the mix in and then began to scramble the eggs.
Pulling another skillet from the cupboard, he quickly started some bacon to frying also. He had just removed the strips from the pan, the eggs from their skillet and placed them on he table, when he heard the soft sound of little feel trying to make their way down the stairs.
Glancing towards the stairwell, Bobby was thoroughly surprised to see the littlest Winchester trying to navigate the steps by himself wearing nothing but a diaper. He was about to help the little tyke when he saw Sammy sit down on his bottom and scoot himself down the rest of the steps.
"Well I'll be..." Bobby thought to himself, impressed by how smart the little one was proving to himself to be. He was drawn from his musings when he heard the sound of the toddler's voice speaking to him.
"Up," Sam demanded as he held his arms up to Bobby.
"Uh, I'm not to used to holding munchkins Kiddo. You might wanna go find your Dad or Dean," Bobby voiced nervously as he looked towards the stairs, hoping to see either John or Dean making their way to the kitchen.
"Up, pwease," Sammy pleaded, his bottom lip quivering at the thought of being refused a cuddling moment with his Daddy's new friend.
Chewing on his bottom lip for just a moment, Bobby considering calling out to one of the other Winchesters to come handle the situation when a saw a single tear spill over and roll down the little boy's face.
"Aw, hell"" Bobby swore as he bent down and drew the little one into his arms and cuddled the toddler to his chest. "Don't cry ya little imp, you're okay."
Settling into the gruff hunter's hold, Sammy plopped his thumb into his mouth once again and then used his other hand to start twirling the gruff hunter's hair which hung to just below his neck.
'What am I supposed to do now?' Bobby thought to himself as he patted the little one's back. He hadn't spent time with much children. let alone one's as little as the kid in his arms.
"Hung'y," Sammy stated as if reading Bobby's thought's. "Wan' milk milk."
"Uh, sure thing Scamp," Bobby replied as he glanced around and found the kid's bottle sitting in the sink. Quickly washing it out to make sure it was clean, Bobby filled the bottle with milk and then tightened the lid on it and carried Sammy into the living room where he sat in Karen's favorite rocker, which he had been unable to put into storage, and began to rock the little one as he fed him his bottle.
~~Meanwhile upstairs~~
"Daddy, where's Sammy?" Dean inquired as he glanced around the room and found no signs of his little brother playing anywhere.
"Sonuvabitch," John swore as he turned around to see that he had left the door to ajar. Racing out of the room, John called out to his baby, afraid to even think about what could have happened in the couple of minutes that his attention had been diverted away from his child.
"Sammy! Sammy, where are you?" John called out, the desperation evident in his voice as he and Dean began to search the immediate area for signs of their little one.. He would never forgive himself if Sammy hadn't gotten hurt due to his lack of vigilance.
"He's okay, I've got him," Bobby called out as he continued to feed the little one in his arms, wondering if e should take the bottle and try to burp the kid. Weren't babies supposed to be burped?
Taking the stairs two at a time, with Dean quickly following, John bolted into the living room and breathed a huge sigh of relief upon seeing Sammy held in Bobby's arms and contentedly suckling the last of the milk from his bottle.
"Damn it Sammy, you scared the hell out of me Kiddo," John voiced without ire as he walked over to Bobby and pulled his baby into his arms.
"Da Da," Sammy chirped happily as he wrapped his chubby little arms around his Daddy's neck. "More Milk?"
"How about you eat some eggs first, breakfast is ready," Bobby informed the small family as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen with the Winchester's following him.
"Sorry you had to take care of him," John voiced as he trailed Bobby with Sammy in his arms and Dean at his side. "He won't bother you again. I'll make sure Dean and I keep a closer eye on him."
"It was no bother," Bobby said as he walked over to pull some plates from the cupboard after motioning for the Winchesters to take a seat. If he were honest with himself, he enjoyed holding the toddler in his arms for a little while. It felt good to be needed again.
"Still, I promise you it won't happen again," John uttered as he began to fill a plate for Dean and then himself. "Um, there's something else I should tell you," John hedged as he forked up a small bite of scrambled eggs and fed it to his youngest.
'What now?' Bobby thought to himself as he waited for John to continue.
"I kind of fell asleep before changing Sammy's diaper, and well..."
"Think no more about it ya idjit, the mattress was old anyway," Bobby informed John. "Just turn the da..darn thing over and it'll be alright."
"Okay, sure," John replied, grateful that the gruff hunter hadn't been upset with Sammy soiling the mattress. "So, uh, when do you want to start the training?" John asked, needing to fill the quietness that filled the room.
"We can get a start on that today," Bobby informed the greenhorn as he picked up a slice of bacon and shoved it into his mouth. "After you get the little ones settled once we are finished here and you get a shower."
"That sounds great," John stated, ready to begin learning the things that would help him to keep his boys safe. His boys were the most important thing in his life and would always be his first priority, but killing that damn demon was something that he would do if it took him the rest of his life.
TBC Sorry for the late chapter. We have a new addition to our family (another girl YAY!) and I have been enjoying spending time with her and the other children. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the training will start with the next. Until then, take care. Also, a quick thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! The reviews are what keeps us writing!