comment_fic babyfic
Ever since Sam had grown and grown…and kept on growing, he’d been a little self-conscious of his size. It wasn’t so bad most of the time; Dad and Dean were tall too, and being with them Sam didn’t feel like such a giant. But this was different; not only did he feel too big, he felt awkward and scared that if he made one false move he would damage something very important.
The baby who was laid out in a drawer that had been moved to the top of the dresser seriously contemplated his toes unaware of Sam’s quandary. Sam shifted his weight and his movement got the baby’s attention. Suddenly aware of another presence in his immediate area the baby smiled and cooed. Sam patted his belly; it seemed like a good thing to do.
The baby responded even more energetically to Sam’s touch, flailing his arms and legs and making happy noises. Sam couldn’t help but grin back at his little charge. His hand looked so big against that little belly and even bigger when he lifted it to enclose the tiny head. He held out a finger so it would be in just the right spot for the little one to grasp with his wee fingers. The kid was small, but he had a hell of a grip!
“Makin’ friends there, Sammy?” Dean’s tone was teasing, but indulgent as he dropped the supplies on the table near the makeshift nursery.
“Yeah, we’re getting’ along alright.” Another grin from Sam encouraged more flailing and some giggling as well. Sam was surprised when Dean shoved a bottle of formula into his free hand; up to this point Dean had done all the feedings.
Dean expertly scooped their guest into his arms and pointed Sam toward the bed with his chin. “Make yourself comfortable there, Sasquatch.”
“Me? You want me to feed him?” Sam’s protests were more out of shock than an attempt to get out of a job.
“You two are getting along so well, might as well take advantage.”
Sam tried to organize the pillows, shake the bottle of formula and get himself on the bed all at once. It wasn’t that successful. Dean stood by patiently entertaining himself by making faces at the baby. Sam tried not to be jealous of his obvious ease. It was still amazing to Sam that Dean was such a natural with babies.
“Y’all set there, Sammy? Someone’s getting hungry.”
“Uh…” Sam gave up trying to be orderly and simply flung himself into a seated position. Dean passed the baby over and while Sam settled him in the crook of his left arm Dean managed to shuffle all the pillows so both Sam and the baby were totally comfortable. Though he was unable to hold the bottle to successfully feed himself, the baby reached out for the bottle just in case Sam forgot what his job was.
Sam chuckled down at the bundle in his arms and brought the nipple down to the baby’s waiting lips. He was completely fascinated by the baby as he sucked down the formula; his mouth worked nonstop drinking and drinking, while his fingers tried to find some kind of purchase around the bottle. Finally, the baby decided that instead of trying to grasp the slippery bottle, he’d just go back to holding Sam’s finger instead. Sam was pretty sure something in his chest melted.
It was so strange to be this close to someone so small. His finger nails were so tiny they were impossible to believe. His hair was so soft and downy it felt like feathers to the touch. His eyes were so trusting, so peaceful, so adoring Sam was unable to resist loving him back. When those eyes drifted closed as slumber overcame him, Sam leaned in close to kiss the petite head and whisper, “Don’t worry, Dad…we’ll figure out how to change you back.”
The baby who was laid out in a drawer that had been moved to the top of the dresser seriously contemplated his toes unaware of Sam’s quandary. Sam shifted his weight and his movement got the baby’s attention. Suddenly aware of another presence in his immediate area the baby smiled and cooed. Sam patted his belly; it seemed like a good thing to do.
The baby responded even more energetically to Sam’s touch, flailing his arms and legs and making happy noises. Sam couldn’t help but grin back at his little charge. His hand looked so big against that little belly and even bigger when he lifted it to enclose the tiny head. He held out a finger so it would be in just the right spot for the little one to grasp with his wee fingers. The kid was small, but he had a hell of a grip!
“Makin’ friends there, Sammy?” Dean’s tone was teasing, but indulgent as he dropped the supplies on the table near the makeshift nursery.
“Yeah, we’re getting’ along alright.” Another grin from Sam encouraged more flailing and some giggling as well. Sam was surprised when Dean shoved a bottle of formula into his free hand; up to this point Dean had done all the feedings.
Dean expertly scooped their guest into his arms and pointed Sam toward the bed with his chin. “Make yourself comfortable there, Sasquatch.”
“Me? You want me to feed him?” Sam’s protests were more out of shock than an attempt to get out of a job.
“You two are getting along so well, might as well take advantage.”
Sam tried to organize the pillows, shake the bottle of formula and get himself on the bed all at once. It wasn’t that successful. Dean stood by patiently entertaining himself by making faces at the baby. Sam tried not to be jealous of his obvious ease. It was still amazing to Sam that Dean was such a natural with babies.
“Y’all set there, Sammy? Someone’s getting hungry.”
“Uh…” Sam gave up trying to be orderly and simply flung himself into a seated position. Dean passed the baby over and while Sam settled him in the crook of his left arm Dean managed to shuffle all the pillows so both Sam and the baby were totally comfortable. Though he was unable to hold the bottle to successfully feed himself, the baby reached out for the bottle just in case Sam forgot what his job was.
Sam chuckled down at the bundle in his arms and brought the nipple down to the baby’s waiting lips. He was completely fascinated by the baby as he sucked down the formula; his mouth worked nonstop drinking and drinking, while his fingers tried to find some kind of purchase around the bottle. Finally, the baby decided that instead of trying to grasp the slippery bottle, he’d just go back to holding Sam’s finger instead. Sam was pretty sure something in his chest melted.
It was so strange to be this close to someone so small. His finger nails were so tiny they were impossible to believe. His hair was so soft and downy it felt like feathers to the touch. His eyes were so trusting, so peaceful, so adoring Sam was unable to resist loving him back. When those eyes drifted closed as slumber overcame him, Sam leaned in close to kiss the petite head and whisper, “Don’t worry, Dad…we’ll figure out how to change you back.”