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The quiet hotel room was suddenly interrupted by some whimpery, loud cries coming from Sam's room. Dean and Cas shared a room (like parents would) and Sam had his own room.
This was convenient for two reasons; One, so Sam would have his own bed and he wouldn't hog the other one (he kinda liked sleeping in between Dean and Cas), and two, with a shared bedroom, Dean and Cas finally had some privacy to themselves. With them constantly caring for Sam, it was nice to have privacy to themselves at night.
But their privacy was very limited. Twice within two nights, Sam had crawled out of his bed and tried to slip into Dean and Cas'. Dean understood why Sam wanted to sleep with him so much- he still had night terrors about seeing their mom burning on the ceiling. Though Dean never talked about it, he still had bad dreams like that sometimes too.
And that's what Dean was willing to bet was making Sam cry right now. Dean groaned a little into his pillow, "Cas, can you get that, please?"
"I did it last time," Cas said, "It's your turn."
"I don't wanna," Dean whined, sitting up in bed.
"He's your brother, so he's your responsibility," Cas said, "And you know how to take care of him more than I do..."
"I know," Dean said, "He probably just needs soothed and that's it. I'll be right back," He said, kissing Cas' cheek gently. He made his way from his bedroom, through the dining room and into Sam's bedroom, where Sam was, as usual when Dean found him, curled up in his bed and sobbing.
Dean went over to Sam, "Hey, hey!" He said over Sam's loud crying, "Calm yourself down, you're gonna make the neighbor's complain... Again."
Sam heard Dean's voice and quieted down a little, sniffling and whimpering loudly, tears pouring down his cheeks. He looked up at Dean while his older brother gently set down on the bed next to him. Sam whined softly and reached one hand out for Dean, gently gripping his sleeve.
"Shhhh, I know," Dean said, gently pulling Sam into a hug, "I know how you feel, buddy..." Sam graciously accepted Dean's hug, nuzzling his wet, snotty face against his older brother's chest and whimpering like a scared little kid. Which is basically what Sam was at the moment.
"Are you gonna be okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, patting Sam's back gently. He knew Sam would be okay until morning came; he always was. But then again, there was the possibility that Sam would be massively cranky the next morning due to lack of sleep. Matter of fact, if Dean didn't get to bed soon, he'd be pretty grumpy himself.
Sam sniffled and made little sleepy noises, nodding slowly. "Hey, while I'm up I might as well check your diaper," Dean said, gently pulling Sam onto his lap (which wasn't easy, since Sam was so much taller and therefore heavier than Dean). Sam blushed a little while his older brother checked his diaper, which was most certainly soaked due to his night terror.
"Eeewww," Dean said teasingly, "You really opened the flood gates this time!" He gently ruffled Sam's hair, making him smile and giggle a little. "Lay down and I'll get you cleaned up, okay?" Dean said, gently sitting Sam back on the bed. Sam nodded and laid back, waiting until Dean was gone and sucking his thumb gently.
Dean came back from the bathroom with Sam's diaper supplies, seeing Sam sucking on his thumb. "Hey, Sam, don't do that, okay?" Dean said, going over to his little brother and taking his thumb out of his mouth, "It's yucky, okay?"
Sam whimpered softly and pouted a little, wriggling his hand in Dean's, "Mmmnn..."
Dean sighed a little, "Okay okay, don't start crying again," He said, letting Sam suck on his thumb for now. He helped Sam lay straight on the bed and started taking his diaper off, seeing how sodden it was, "How much did you drink before bed, buddy? And ocean?" He asked, which got Sam to giggle again. Dean cleaned Sam up quickly, taping a clean diaper onto him.
"There we g-" Dean said, when he saw the most heartbreaking sight he'd seen in years. Sam was covering his eyes with his hands, whimpering softly and noticeably crying a little. It wasn't his usual loud, usually dramatic crying. It was a genuine, sad and almost painful kind of crying. "Sammy, what's the matter?" Dean asked softly, thinking his brother might have been in some kind of pain.
Sam whined a little and turned onto his side, grabbing the blanket tightly and burying his face in it. Dean sighed softly and went over to the side Sam was facing, kneeling down so he was eye level with his little brother. "Sammy, can you tell me why you're crying?" Dean asked, still soft spoken and gentle in tone.
Sam sniffled and lifted his face out of the blanket, his expression very sad and sorrowful. "I wa... W-wa..."
"You.. you want something?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, swallowing and shuddering, shaking from crying.
"I wan' mommy, Dean..." Sam said, his eyes watering with fresh tears and his lower lip trembling. Dean thought he could feel his heart shatter in his chest. He never thought he'd hear those words come out of his baby brother's mouth.
"Awww, Sammy..." Dean said softly, stroking Sam's hair, "Come here..." He gently pulled Sam into a tight but gentle hug. Sam hugged back tightly, sobbing into Dean's shoulder and clinging tightly to him. Dean just stroked Sam's hair and rocked him gently, trying his best to try and calm him down. Once Sam did eventually calm down, Dean let go of Sam and set him upright on the bed.
"Now listen to me, Sammy," Dean said, "You know mommy loved you very much and she... She wanted you to grow up and be a big, brave boy for her."
Sam sniffled, "W-wike daddy?"
Dean grimaced a little at the mention of his father's name, "Y-yeah... Like daddy, buddy... Anyway, I have something very special for you," He said, getting his bag from the dining room and looking through it until he found what he wanted. He came back into Sam's room, hiding an object behind his back, "Now, I wanted to wait until you were a big boy again, but I think right now you're old enough to understand it..."
He pulled out a necklace from behind his back. It wasn't just any other necklace, it was a locket, the charm having the anti-possession symbol on it. "You know what this is, buddy?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded, "Neckwace! Wike mommy wear'd."
Dean nodded, "Very good job, Sammy! Now, this isn't just any old necklace. It's a very special one. Look," He said, taking the charm and opening it. He turned on the side table lamp so Sam could see it better. Inside the charm was a picture of Mary holding baby Sam and toddler Dean.
Sam saw the picture and gasped a little, "Mommy!"
"Shhh," Dean shushed, "Quiet, buddy... And yes, that is mommy. Who is she holding, though?"
Sam looked at the picture for a moment, "Uh... Yew?"
"Yes, she's holding a little baby me," Dean said, "But who else does she have in her arms?"
"Hmm... Me?" Sam asked.
"That's right, she's holding you, too!" Dean nodded, "Yeah! That's us when we were little tiny babies." Dean gently closed the charm and set the necklace on the side table. "Now, if you start getting upset again, just open up the necklace and take a look at mommy and us, okay?"
Sam nodded, yawning and rubbing his eyes gently. Dean smiled and tucked Sam into his blanket, stroking his hair gently and kissing his forehead, "You sleep tight now, okay?" Dean said. Sam nodded and yawned once again, closing his eyes and snuggling up in his fluffy, warm blanket.
Dean turned out the side table lamp and left Sam so he could sleep, going back to his and Cas' room, where Cas was still in bed, not sleeping at all.
"Did you get him taken care off?" Cas asked. Dean nodded and got back in bed. "Are you okay, Dean?" Cas asked, "You seem a little upset."
"I had to have a difficult discussion with Sam, that's why I seem upset," Dean said. "But we got it all sorted out now..."
And Sam never woke them up crying again.