Odds and Ends Take 2 (part 1)
Title: Odds and Ends Take 2
Author: brassband777
Characters: John, Pastor Jim, Dean, Sam
Genre: general, wee!chester
Summary: Seven glimpses of Sam and Dean’s childhood. Each one stands alone. Cute Sammy, awesome big brother Dean and caring John.
Author's Notes: sequel to ‘Odds and Ends’, but you do not need to read that first. A big thank you to the amazing Capricorn86 for giving me the idea for number 6!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Supernatural.
Number 1:
Dean 3 years old, John, Mary.
“Do you think we should tell him now?” asked John, placing a gentle, awed hand on his wife’s still flat stomach. He gazed at Mary lovingly for a moment, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his own.
John had been in a state of shock when Mary had revealed to him that morning that she was pregnant again. She had been taking the pill and insisted that she hadn’t forgotten to take any, but the clinic had told her that the pill wasn’t a fool-proof contraceptive and that she had just been really unlucky. John didn’t agree at all with their viewpoint however, as he didn’t see how having a baby could possibly ever be considered unlucky.
When John eventually pulled back from the kiss, he gathered Mary into a tight embrace. They had both wanted more children in the future, they just hadn’t planned on it yet, as finances were tight.
“Yeah, I think we should tell him,” smiled Mary, “We’re going to have to make sure that Dean doesn’t feel left out at all where this baby is concerned, I don’t want him getting jealous or resentful.”
John nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure he knows just how much we love him and that the baby won’t replace him in any way.”
Hand in hand, John and Mary entered the living room to find three-year-old Dean sprawled on his stomach on the floor watching cartoons.
Mary seated herself on the sofa and John scooped Dean up into his arms, tickling him.
Dean squealed with laughter. “Nooooo, Daddy! No tickle monster.”
John stopped tickling and tossed the small boy into the air, easily catching him. The room was filled with innocent childish giggles.
A few minutes later, John finally seated himself down on the sofa next to Mary with Dean in his lap.
“Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you, Champ.”
“What, Daddy?” asked the small boy, leaning back and snuggling into John’s broad chest.
“You’re going to have a baby brother or sister.”
Mary and John watched intently as Dean’s brow furrowed as he thought about it. The little boy then sat up straight in his father’s lap and looked around the room.
“Where is it?”
John couldn’t hold back the chuckle. “It’s in your mommy’s tummy right now, Deano.”
Dean turned around to stare at his mother’s stomach. “When can I have it?”
Now Mary was chuckling right along with her husband. “The baby’s got to stay in there for a few months yet so it can grow big enough to come out. Mommy’s going to get very fat I’m afraid,” she explained.
Dean nodded thoughtfully. “How did it get in there? Did you eat it?”
John literally choked on his laughter. “I’m leaving you to explain that one, Mare!” He grinned across at his now blushing wife.
The three-year-old looked at his mother expectantly, awaiting the answer to his question.
With a smirk at her husband, Mary addressed Dean, “God put it there.”
“Coward,” chortled John, “though I’ll admit that was clever.”
Mary rolled her eyes at her husband in mock exasperation, before turning back to her son. “So, what do you think, Dean? Do you want to have a baby brother or sister? They’ll be able to play with you and it’ll be lots of fun.”
Dean thought of Tom who lived down the street. He had a big sister and she wasn’t any fun at all, in fact, she was always picking on him and pushing him over.
“Can I choose?” he asked.
“Choose what, Sport?” queried John, having managed to regain some semblance of control over his laughter.
“If I have a brother or sister.”
“Sorry, darling, but you can’t. It’s already in here you see,” replied Mary, stroking her stomach, “which would you rather have?”
“A brother,” stated the three-year-old with assurance.
“You know, Dean,” John cut in, “you’re going to have a very important job when the baby gets here.”
“I am?” asked Dean, his bright green eyes wide.
John nodded. “You’re going to be a big brother, which is one of the most important jobs in the whole wide world. It’ll be your job to help me and mommy look after the baby. Think you can do that, Ace?”
Dean nodded solemnly. “I’ll be the best big brother ever!”
Number 2:
Sam 2, Dean 6, John.
The naked two-year-old ran giggling on chubby legs across the living room. Dean Winchester huffed in frustration and flung down the clean diaper that he was holding.
“Sammy, come back here!” he ordered.
“Dee tatch Sammy!” laughed the little one, disappearing through the doorway and into the hall.
Dean grumbled to himself and picked himself up off the floor where he was seated next to the baby changing mat. He was totally fed up of this game now and was wishing that he hadn’t offered to change his little brother in the first place.
He and Sammy had been playing with some cars (well, he had been playing with them and the toddler had been putting them in his mouth and sucking them), when their Dad had come in to check his baby boy’s diaper before making dinner. On finding it wet, John Winchester had lifted down the changing mat and baby wipes from the shelf, intending to change his youngest. He wasn’t surprised when Dean had asked if he could do it instead - Dean loved doing things for Sammy, even gross things like changing wet diapers (John’s eldest wasn’t stupid however, and never offered willingly if the toddler had soiled, though he was prepared to endure even that task if his father asked). John wasn’t sure if this was normal for older siblings or not, but he was grateful for the devotion that Dean showed towards his baby brother. He and Mary had been worried that Dean would be jealous of the new arrival, but their fears had proved unfounded. Thinking of Mary, John felt his chest constrict with the familiar pain, but he determinedly pushed it back behind the wall that he had built around his heart.
John had then entered the kitchen to prepare the meal, leaving Dean with his baby brother. He never had any qualms leaving his youngest in the care of his eldest. When Dean had laid his baby brother on the mat, he had discovered that the diaper had leaked and wet his pants and t-shirt.
Dean caught the toddler just before he ran into the kitchen and scooped him up and carried him back to the changing mat. Sam didn’t fight him, instead he put his arms around his big brother’s neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Sammy wun fast,” giggled the toddler as Dean laid him back on the mat and reached again for the clean diaper.
“Now keep still, Sammy,” grumbled the six-year-old.
Tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, Dean grasped Sam’s ankles the way his Dad had taught him and lifted to raise the toddler’s bottom off the mat enough to slide the clean diaper underneath. As soon as Dean did that however, Sam started to squirm and kick his legs violently.
Dean usually had no trouble changing his brother, but then Sammy usually lay still, chattering away non-stop to his big brother. However, the toddler was not co-operating today and the problem was that Dean didn’t have the physical strength or co-ordination to pin the mischievous toddler down and put the clean diaper on at the same time. Every single time he tried, Sammy squirmed to his feet and ran off.
Once again losing his grip on the wriggling two-year-old, Dean stamped his foot in frustration as the tiny boy gained his feet and toddled as fast as he could back up the hallway. “Dee tatch!”
“Daaaadddyy!”
John heard the frustration in his eldest’s voice and turned around from the stove in time to see his naked two-year-old run into the kitchen. Sammy toddled over to him and hugged his leg.
“Dee tatch Sammy, Dada,” he babbled.
A second later, Dean appeared in the doorway, a pout firmly fixed in place. “Sammy won’t keep still, Daddy. He keeps running off.”
“He does, does he? Let’s see what I can do about that then.” John scooped the toddler up into his arms and blew a loud raspberry on his stomach.
Sammy shrieked with laughter. “More, Dada.”
John obliged and then turned to his eldest. “Do you want me to do it, Ace?”
Dean shook his little head. “No, I wanna do it, but can you stop him running away?”
“I’m sure I can, Sport.” John followed his eldest back into the living room and lay the toddler down on the changing mat. As soon as he did, Sammy began to squirm and tried to get up. “Oh no you don’t, little one,” murmured John, easily holding the tiny child down with one of his large hands.
The toddler pouted, lower lip protruding comically. “No, Dada!” he complained.
John ignored his youngest’s whining and instead watched as his eldest slid a fresh diaper underneath Sam’s bottom.
“Daddy, Sammy’s a little red.” Dean pointed to his little brother’s privates. “Should I put some cream on?”
John leaned over for a closer look, it was indeed the beginnings of a diaper rash. Not wanting it to get worse, he nodded. “I’ll do it if you want, Ace? I know Sammy doesn’t like it, but he needs it.” John knew how much his youngest hated having the barrier cream applied.
“It’s okay, Daddy, I’ll do it. I don’t want Sammy to get a sore bottom.”
As soon as Sam saw the big jar of cream in his brother’s hand he began to squirm and wail. “No cweam, Dee! No cweam!”
John easily kept the disgruntled toddler in place with one hand on his small chest and used the other hand to grasp Sam’s ankles so that his eldest wouldn’t get kicked by the toddler’s flailing legs.
Dean carefully applied cream to the whole area, before pulling the clean diaper through Sam’s legs and securely fastening the Velcro tabs at the sides.
“Sammy not wike Dee,” sulked the two-year-old, lower lip protruding even further.
“Don’t be upset, Sport.” John was quick to reassure his eldest. “He doesn’t mean it. He’s just grumpy because he didn’t get his own way.”
Dean nodded. “I know, Daddy.” He wasn’t upset - he knew his baby brother responded exactly the same way to their Dad whenever he had to apply the dreaded cream, so he didn’t take it personally.
Number 3:
Sam 4, Dean 8, John.
John watched fondly as his children ran ahead laughing towards the fenced-in duck pond at the local park. Dean kept stopping and waiting for his younger brother to catch up. John relished the rare occasions when he was able to spend normal quality family time with his boys.
Sam was running as fast as his little chubby legs would carry him, one hand clutching the bag of bread that he intended to feed to the ducks. I hope there’s ducklings! he thought, as he ran towards Dean, who had once more halted up ahead and was waiting. Suddenly, the toddler heard a crunching sound under his foot and he stopped dead in his tracks, looking down.
Sammy’s wail had the other two Winchester’s sprinting towards the precious baby of the family in alarm. Dean, who was much closer, reached his brother’s side first.
“What’s the matter, Sammy? Did you hurt yourself?”
Sam raised his gaze from where it was fixed firmly on the ground to look at his brother, tears pouring down his chubby cheeks. “I killeded it,” he sobbed.
Confused, Dean glanced down to where the distraught toddler was pointing, understanding flooding him as he spotted the remains of the squashed snail.
“It’s okay, Sammy, you didn’t mean to,” he soothed.
“Fix it, Dee,” implored the tiny child, turning hopeful, tear-filled eyes on his big brother.
“Errr…” Dean glanced up at his Dad, who had just arrived on the scene, for help.
John crouched down to Sam’s level, reaching out and gently brushing his falling tears away with his thumbs.
“I’m really sorry, Sammy, but Dean can’t fix it, no-one can.”
“But it’s deaded!” Sam let out another ear-splitting wail, looking down at the remains of the snail once more.
John couldn’t bear to see his baby so upset and thought fast. “It’s okay, Sammy, the snail’s happy. It’s in Heaven now.”
The small boy sniffed and looked up. “Mommy’s in Heaven too. Will she look after it?”
John felt his own heart break at his son’s words.
“Yeah, Baby, I’m sure your Mommy will take good care of it.” John scooped the toddler up, hugging him tightly to his chest, hiding his own tears as he buried his face in Sam’s soft chestnut locks.
Author: brassband777
Characters: John, Pastor Jim, Dean, Sam
Genre: general, wee!chester
Summary: Seven glimpses of Sam and Dean’s childhood. Each one stands alone. Cute Sammy, awesome big brother Dean and caring John.
Author's Notes: sequel to ‘Odds and Ends’, but you do not need to read that first. A big thank you to the amazing Capricorn86 for giving me the idea for number 6!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Supernatural.
Number 1:
Dean 3 years old, John, Mary.
“Do you think we should tell him now?” asked John, placing a gentle, awed hand on his wife’s still flat stomach. He gazed at Mary lovingly for a moment, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his own.
John had been in a state of shock when Mary had revealed to him that morning that she was pregnant again. She had been taking the pill and insisted that she hadn’t forgotten to take any, but the clinic had told her that the pill wasn’t a fool-proof contraceptive and that she had just been really unlucky. John didn’t agree at all with their viewpoint however, as he didn’t see how having a baby could possibly ever be considered unlucky.
When John eventually pulled back from the kiss, he gathered Mary into a tight embrace. They had both wanted more children in the future, they just hadn’t planned on it yet, as finances were tight.
“Yeah, I think we should tell him,” smiled Mary, “We’re going to have to make sure that Dean doesn’t feel left out at all where this baby is concerned, I don’t want him getting jealous or resentful.”
John nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure he knows just how much we love him and that the baby won’t replace him in any way.”
Hand in hand, John and Mary entered the living room to find three-year-old Dean sprawled on his stomach on the floor watching cartoons.
Mary seated herself on the sofa and John scooped Dean up into his arms, tickling him.
Dean squealed with laughter. “Nooooo, Daddy! No tickle monster.”
John stopped tickling and tossed the small boy into the air, easily catching him. The room was filled with innocent childish giggles.
A few minutes later, John finally seated himself down on the sofa next to Mary with Dean in his lap.
“Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you, Champ.”
“What, Daddy?” asked the small boy, leaning back and snuggling into John’s broad chest.
“You’re going to have a baby brother or sister.”
Mary and John watched intently as Dean’s brow furrowed as he thought about it. The little boy then sat up straight in his father’s lap and looked around the room.
“Where is it?”
John couldn’t hold back the chuckle. “It’s in your mommy’s tummy right now, Deano.”
Dean turned around to stare at his mother’s stomach. “When can I have it?”
Now Mary was chuckling right along with her husband. “The baby’s got to stay in there for a few months yet so it can grow big enough to come out. Mommy’s going to get very fat I’m afraid,” she explained.
Dean nodded thoughtfully. “How did it get in there? Did you eat it?”
John literally choked on his laughter. “I’m leaving you to explain that one, Mare!” He grinned across at his now blushing wife.
The three-year-old looked at his mother expectantly, awaiting the answer to his question.
With a smirk at her husband, Mary addressed Dean, “God put it there.”
“Coward,” chortled John, “though I’ll admit that was clever.”
Mary rolled her eyes at her husband in mock exasperation, before turning back to her son. “So, what do you think, Dean? Do you want to have a baby brother or sister? They’ll be able to play with you and it’ll be lots of fun.”
Dean thought of Tom who lived down the street. He had a big sister and she wasn’t any fun at all, in fact, she was always picking on him and pushing him over.
“Can I choose?” he asked.
“Choose what, Sport?” queried John, having managed to regain some semblance of control over his laughter.
“If I have a brother or sister.”
“Sorry, darling, but you can’t. It’s already in here you see,” replied Mary, stroking her stomach, “which would you rather have?”
“A brother,” stated the three-year-old with assurance.
“You know, Dean,” John cut in, “you’re going to have a very important job when the baby gets here.”
“I am?” asked Dean, his bright green eyes wide.
John nodded. “You’re going to be a big brother, which is one of the most important jobs in the whole wide world. It’ll be your job to help me and mommy look after the baby. Think you can do that, Ace?”
Dean nodded solemnly. “I’ll be the best big brother ever!”
Number 2:
Sam 2, Dean 6, John.
The naked two-year-old ran giggling on chubby legs across the living room. Dean Winchester huffed in frustration and flung down the clean diaper that he was holding.
“Sammy, come back here!” he ordered.
“Dee tatch Sammy!” laughed the little one, disappearing through the doorway and into the hall.
Dean grumbled to himself and picked himself up off the floor where he was seated next to the baby changing mat. He was totally fed up of this game now and was wishing that he hadn’t offered to change his little brother in the first place.
He and Sammy had been playing with some cars (well, he had been playing with them and the toddler had been putting them in his mouth and sucking them), when their Dad had come in to check his baby boy’s diaper before making dinner. On finding it wet, John Winchester had lifted down the changing mat and baby wipes from the shelf, intending to change his youngest. He wasn’t surprised when Dean had asked if he could do it instead - Dean loved doing things for Sammy, even gross things like changing wet diapers (John’s eldest wasn’t stupid however, and never offered willingly if the toddler had soiled, though he was prepared to endure even that task if his father asked). John wasn’t sure if this was normal for older siblings or not, but he was grateful for the devotion that Dean showed towards his baby brother. He and Mary had been worried that Dean would be jealous of the new arrival, but their fears had proved unfounded. Thinking of Mary, John felt his chest constrict with the familiar pain, but he determinedly pushed it back behind the wall that he had built around his heart.
John had then entered the kitchen to prepare the meal, leaving Dean with his baby brother. He never had any qualms leaving his youngest in the care of his eldest. When Dean had laid his baby brother on the mat, he had discovered that the diaper had leaked and wet his pants and t-shirt.
Dean caught the toddler just before he ran into the kitchen and scooped him up and carried him back to the changing mat. Sam didn’t fight him, instead he put his arms around his big brother’s neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Sammy wun fast,” giggled the toddler as Dean laid him back on the mat and reached again for the clean diaper.
“Now keep still, Sammy,” grumbled the six-year-old.
Tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, Dean grasped Sam’s ankles the way his Dad had taught him and lifted to raise the toddler’s bottom off the mat enough to slide the clean diaper underneath. As soon as Dean did that however, Sam started to squirm and kick his legs violently.
Dean usually had no trouble changing his brother, but then Sammy usually lay still, chattering away non-stop to his big brother. However, the toddler was not co-operating today and the problem was that Dean didn’t have the physical strength or co-ordination to pin the mischievous toddler down and put the clean diaper on at the same time. Every single time he tried, Sammy squirmed to his feet and ran off.
Once again losing his grip on the wriggling two-year-old, Dean stamped his foot in frustration as the tiny boy gained his feet and toddled as fast as he could back up the hallway. “Dee tatch!”
“Daaaadddyy!”
John heard the frustration in his eldest’s voice and turned around from the stove in time to see his naked two-year-old run into the kitchen. Sammy toddled over to him and hugged his leg.
“Dee tatch Sammy, Dada,” he babbled.
A second later, Dean appeared in the doorway, a pout firmly fixed in place. “Sammy won’t keep still, Daddy. He keeps running off.”
“He does, does he? Let’s see what I can do about that then.” John scooped the toddler up into his arms and blew a loud raspberry on his stomach.
Sammy shrieked with laughter. “More, Dada.”
John obliged and then turned to his eldest. “Do you want me to do it, Ace?”
Dean shook his little head. “No, I wanna do it, but can you stop him running away?”
“I’m sure I can, Sport.” John followed his eldest back into the living room and lay the toddler down on the changing mat. As soon as he did, Sammy began to squirm and tried to get up. “Oh no you don’t, little one,” murmured John, easily holding the tiny child down with one of his large hands.
The toddler pouted, lower lip protruding comically. “No, Dada!” he complained.
John ignored his youngest’s whining and instead watched as his eldest slid a fresh diaper underneath Sam’s bottom.
“Daddy, Sammy’s a little red.” Dean pointed to his little brother’s privates. “Should I put some cream on?”
John leaned over for a closer look, it was indeed the beginnings of a diaper rash. Not wanting it to get worse, he nodded. “I’ll do it if you want, Ace? I know Sammy doesn’t like it, but he needs it.” John knew how much his youngest hated having the barrier cream applied.
“It’s okay, Daddy, I’ll do it. I don’t want Sammy to get a sore bottom.”
As soon as Sam saw the big jar of cream in his brother’s hand he began to squirm and wail. “No cweam, Dee! No cweam!”
John easily kept the disgruntled toddler in place with one hand on his small chest and used the other hand to grasp Sam’s ankles so that his eldest wouldn’t get kicked by the toddler’s flailing legs.
Dean carefully applied cream to the whole area, before pulling the clean diaper through Sam’s legs and securely fastening the Velcro tabs at the sides.
“Sammy not wike Dee,” sulked the two-year-old, lower lip protruding even further.
“Don’t be upset, Sport.” John was quick to reassure his eldest. “He doesn’t mean it. He’s just grumpy because he didn’t get his own way.”
Dean nodded. “I know, Daddy.” He wasn’t upset - he knew his baby brother responded exactly the same way to their Dad whenever he had to apply the dreaded cream, so he didn’t take it personally.
Number 3:
Sam 4, Dean 8, John.
John watched fondly as his children ran ahead laughing towards the fenced-in duck pond at the local park. Dean kept stopping and waiting for his younger brother to catch up. John relished the rare occasions when he was able to spend normal quality family time with his boys.
Sam was running as fast as his little chubby legs would carry him, one hand clutching the bag of bread that he intended to feed to the ducks. I hope there’s ducklings! he thought, as he ran towards Dean, who had once more halted up ahead and was waiting. Suddenly, the toddler heard a crunching sound under his foot and he stopped dead in his tracks, looking down.
Sammy’s wail had the other two Winchester’s sprinting towards the precious baby of the family in alarm. Dean, who was much closer, reached his brother’s side first.
“What’s the matter, Sammy? Did you hurt yourself?”
Sam raised his gaze from where it was fixed firmly on the ground to look at his brother, tears pouring down his chubby cheeks. “I killeded it,” he sobbed.
Confused, Dean glanced down to where the distraught toddler was pointing, understanding flooding him as he spotted the remains of the squashed snail.
“It’s okay, Sammy, you didn’t mean to,” he soothed.
“Fix it, Dee,” implored the tiny child, turning hopeful, tear-filled eyes on his big brother.
“Errr…” Dean glanced up at his Dad, who had just arrived on the scene, for help.
John crouched down to Sam’s level, reaching out and gently brushing his falling tears away with his thumbs.
“I’m really sorry, Sammy, but Dean can’t fix it, no-one can.”
“But it’s deaded!” Sam let out another ear-splitting wail, looking down at the remains of the snail once more.
John couldn’t bear to see his baby so upset and thought fast. “It’s okay, Sammy, the snail’s happy. It’s in Heaven now.”
The small boy sniffed and looked up. “Mommy’s in Heaven too. Will she look after it?”
John felt his own heart break at his son’s words.
“Yeah, Baby, I’m sure your Mommy will take good care of it.” John scooped the toddler up, hugging him tightly to his chest, hiding his own tears as he buried his face in Sam’s soft chestnut locks.