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Week 5 [Dare: Fall asleep with someone]
This was in part inspired by the cuddle meme. Only Dean doesn't cuddle. Most of the time. Obviously takes place a couple of days after Mary's death.
His head doesn’t even hurt anymore. He’s pretty sure Dad’s does though. Sammy has been crying pretty much since Mom died and Dean doesn’t get why Dad is so angry about it. Sam is just doing what everyone else wants to do. He can get away with it because he’s a baby. The floor creaks and Dean knows without opening his eyes that Dad is pacing the floor with Sammy again even though it hasn’t really helped the last couple of days. Sammy just has to cry himself to sleep then they’ll all get a few hours before the baby wakes up crying again. Dean knows it but Dad seems to have forgotten it.
The first wrapped sounds of ACDC bubble through the room before they even out. Dean cracks open one eye to confirm that it’s his Dad singing Highway to Hell to his baby brother.
“Momma always sang Angels watching over me to him,” Dean says from the mess of blankets that he’s made of the motel bed.
“Yeah…well she ain’t here so he gets ACDC.” Dad’s voice carries more regret then bite. “Go to sleep, Dean.”
And he doesn’t argue that he can’t, not with the way Sammy’s still crying because unless you’re Mom, you don’t argue with John Winchester. Mom that’s not there anymore. Dean hides deeper in the blankets and pulls a pillow over his head. It doesn’t shut out the way Sam cries but Dean’s not sure he wants Sammy to quit crying. At least it’s a reminder that he’s there and Dean did something right. He took care of Sammy.
Highway to Hell breaks off, Sammy’s still crying and Dean peeks out from beneath the pillow to see Dad holding the baby up high above his head. Sam’s still wiggling and crying.
“Come on, Kiddo. I need a break. I lost her too,” Dad says to the baby and Dean wants to tell him baby’s not that smart. Sammy doesn’t understand. He figures Dad knows that though, he’s just going a little crazy from all the crying. Dean’s eyes go wide as Dad moves toward the bed and he holds his breath, trying to be completely still so he won’t know he’s awake.
“It’s okay, Dean. I know you can’t sleep with all this noise.”
He shoves the pillow off his head and looks up to Dad who’s still got Sammy cradled in one arm against his chest. Baby is still crying his eyes out and Dad looks like he wants too.
“It’s okay,” Dean says. “You can.” Because if Dad cries then it means he can cry and he’s been waiting to cry since the fire.
Sam lets out a high pitched wail that signals the start of a real crying jag and Dean watches a look come over Dad’s face that he doesn’t know. The shock of having Dad plop Sammy down in bed next to him is chased away by the complete and total surprise of Sammy’s quiet. The baby isn’t crying. Instead he’s staring up at Dean with wide, wide eyes. That wide-eyed look is reflected in Dean’s face but it’s directed to Dad who’s just laughing right now.
“You take care of your brother, Dean. I’m gonna be right outside. Just yell if you need anything,” Dad says, already half way across the room. Dean wants to ask him to stop. To stay just a little while longer but he’s got a job. The most important job he’ll ever have. His hands look little smoothing across Sam’s forehead, his baby brother tucked in bed next to him, snuggled in the crook of his arm. Dean presses a sloppy kiss to Sam’s head.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll take care of you.”
This was in part inspired by the cuddle meme. Only Dean doesn't cuddle. Most of the time. Obviously takes place a couple of days after Mary's death.
His head doesn’t even hurt anymore. He’s pretty sure Dad’s does though. Sammy has been crying pretty much since Mom died and Dean doesn’t get why Dad is so angry about it. Sam is just doing what everyone else wants to do. He can get away with it because he’s a baby. The floor creaks and Dean knows without opening his eyes that Dad is pacing the floor with Sammy again even though it hasn’t really helped the last couple of days. Sammy just has to cry himself to sleep then they’ll all get a few hours before the baby wakes up crying again. Dean knows it but Dad seems to have forgotten it.
The first wrapped sounds of ACDC bubble through the room before they even out. Dean cracks open one eye to confirm that it’s his Dad singing Highway to Hell to his baby brother.
“Momma always sang Angels watching over me to him,” Dean says from the mess of blankets that he’s made of the motel bed.
“Yeah…well she ain’t here so he gets ACDC.” Dad’s voice carries more regret then bite. “Go to sleep, Dean.”
And he doesn’t argue that he can’t, not with the way Sammy’s still crying because unless you’re Mom, you don’t argue with John Winchester. Mom that’s not there anymore. Dean hides deeper in the blankets and pulls a pillow over his head. It doesn’t shut out the way Sam cries but Dean’s not sure he wants Sammy to quit crying. At least it’s a reminder that he’s there and Dean did something right. He took care of Sammy.
Highway to Hell breaks off, Sammy’s still crying and Dean peeks out from beneath the pillow to see Dad holding the baby up high above his head. Sam’s still wiggling and crying.
“Come on, Kiddo. I need a break. I lost her too,” Dad says to the baby and Dean wants to tell him baby’s not that smart. Sammy doesn’t understand. He figures Dad knows that though, he’s just going a little crazy from all the crying. Dean’s eyes go wide as Dad moves toward the bed and he holds his breath, trying to be completely still so he won’t know he’s awake.
“It’s okay, Dean. I know you can’t sleep with all this noise.”
He shoves the pillow off his head and looks up to Dad who’s still got Sammy cradled in one arm against his chest. Baby is still crying his eyes out and Dad looks like he wants too.
“It’s okay,” Dean says. “You can.” Because if Dad cries then it means he can cry and he’s been waiting to cry since the fire.
Sam lets out a high pitched wail that signals the start of a real crying jag and Dean watches a look come over Dad’s face that he doesn’t know. The shock of having Dad plop Sammy down in bed next to him is chased away by the complete and total surprise of Sammy’s quiet. The baby isn’t crying. Instead he’s staring up at Dean with wide, wide eyes. That wide-eyed look is reflected in Dean’s face but it’s directed to Dad who’s just laughing right now.
“You take care of your brother, Dean. I’m gonna be right outside. Just yell if you need anything,” Dad says, already half way across the room. Dean wants to ask him to stop. To stay just a little while longer but he’s got a job. The most important job he’ll ever have. His hands look little smoothing across Sam’s forehead, his baby brother tucked in bed next to him, snuggled in the crook of his arm. Dean presses a sloppy kiss to Sam’s head.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll take care of you.”
