This chapter is for Impalalover who wanted a bit of hurt!Dean.
The Winchesters get a new family member.
Dean was making his way down the stairs the next morning, clinging to the banister like Sam had told him.
"SpunBob Scarepants, SpunBob Scarepants," sang the tiny Winchester happily, before giggling to himself. "He funny." Dean didn't see the shoe on the fourth step from the bottom and tripped over it. "Spun- AHH!" The little boy fell down the remaining steps, landing in a heap at the bottom where he immediately started screaming and crying in pain and calling for his big brother.
Sam was in the kitchen making breakfast, and as soon as he heard the thuds and then Dean's screams, he dropped the plate he was holding, and ran to the hallway where the heartbreaking cries were coming from.
"Oh my god," he gasped when he saw his brother laying face down at the bottom of the stairs, crying his eyes out. "Hey. I got you," soothed Sam, kneeling beside him, turning the little boy over gently, before lifting him into his arms.
Tears were streaming down Dean's freckled cheeks as he cried through his sobs. "S-SAMMY! OWIE SAMMY!"
"It's okay, I'm here." Sam stroked the blond hair off his forehead trying to soothe him, and swore to himself when he noticed the big red mark in the middle. "Dammit," he whispered, stroking the little red blotchy face.
"DEAN!" yelled Bobby, rushing down the stairs towards his two boys. "What happened?"
"He fell down the stairs," replied Sam, standing up with Dean cradled in the crook of one arm to carry him over to the couch.
Dean was clinging onto Sam's shirt with both of his tiny fists, and wouldn't let his brother check for any other injuries.
"Come on, kiddo. Let me see."
After several seconds, Dean finally released his grip, and allowed Sam to see his face. "Me's felled," he cried, sobbing his little heart out.
"It's alright," Sam soothed, running his fingers through the soft hair and down his cheek.
Bobby came in from the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a tea-towel, and knelt in-front of the two brothers, and held the little hand in both of his while Sam held the peas to the red bump. "Hey it's okay, little man. Will ya let us have a look at ya? We need to see where else yer hurt."
Dean nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve. "'K-K-Kay."
"There's my brave boy,"
"Dean, I'm going to run my hands over your body, okay? I need you to tell me if anywhere hurts, can you do that for me?"
"Yeah," whispered Dean, through more tears.
Sam gently ran his hands over Dean's chest, keeping a close eye on Dean's face for any sign of discomfort, while Bobby ran his hands over his back.
Thankfully nothing seemed to be injured, and both men let out sighs of relief when no injuries were found on any other part of his body apart from the bump on his head.
"Gotted owie, Sammy," Dean whimpered, rubbing his forehead.
"I know," Sam whispered, stroking his brothers hair. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
Dean shook his head. "No," he whispered, snuggling closer to his big brothers chest.
Sam smiled, and lowered his head to kiss Dean's little nose as he continued holding the peas to his injured forehead.
Later, Sam was sitting on the couch with Dean cradled in the crook of his arm. A blanket was draped over the two of them as they watched TV together.
"How's your head, kiddo?" he asked, leaning over to kiss the injured area.
"Hurt. Ice ceem?" Dean asked, looking up at him with a hopeful expression. "Make better."
"Oh, will it? Well I guess I'd better get you some then." Sam stood with Dean, then carefully laid his little brother back on the couch. "I'll be back in a minute with your ice cream."
Sam filled half a bowl with Dean's chocolate ice cream, and was just putting the tub away when Bobby came in through the back door. "Is the little man awake?" he asked, pouring some water into a bowl, which he placed on the floor.
Sam watched him, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Yeah. What are you doing?"
Bobby winked at him. "I've got a surprise for him. I'll be back in a few minutes. I just have to get something out of my car," he said mysteriously, before walking back out.
"Okay then," he said to himself, walking back to the living room. "Here you go." Sam placed the bowl on the table, before lifting Dean into his arms again and sitting back down with him cradled to his chest.
Sam had fed Dean three spoonfuls, when Bobby came into the room, holding a tiny German shepherd puppy. "Hey little man. I've got someone who wants to meet ya." He knelt in-front of the couch, smiling when Dean gasped in shock and his eyes went huge.
"Awwww. Sammy wook," whispered Dean, pointing at the tiny dog. "Me?"
Sam put the ice cream to the side, so he could sit Dean up properly against him.
"Of course he is, I got him from a friend of mine. He's the same guy I got my Rumsfeld from. He breeds all kinds of dogs. Do ya like him?"
"He bootful. Me?" Dean asked, holding his arms out.
"Of course ya can, I bought him for ya. Be careful, he's only six weeks old," Bobby told him, carefully placing the little dog in the little boy's arms. He had to remind himself later to put his books and hunting stuff in the panic room, so the two little ones didn't hurt themselves.
"Hiya. Me's De." Dean kissed the little dog on the top of his head, and started giggling when the puppy licked him back. "Awww. He woves me."
Sam stroked the little dogs head and scratched behind his fluffy ear. "Hey, little guy."
The puppy looked curiously up at the man holding his new best friend, his little head tilted slightly. "Dis Sammy. Fuwwy mister Unca Bee-bee."
Sam smiled at the happy expression on Dean's face. At least this time they didn't have to break the poor boys heart and take him away from him. "What are you going to call him?"
"Dunno. Zeppin? Woves dem. Hiya Zeppin," said Dean, giggling again when the puppy licked his nose and crawled up just under Dean's chin where he settled down contently.
"I guess he likes that name."
The family of three had become a family of four, with the addition of Zeppelin Winchester.
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