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**PsychedelicPowerTrip** · January 12th, 15, 03:16 AM

Dean smiled, at the sight before him. His brother, Sam, was sleeping in his crib, yet to wake up from his drugged state. He had been thickly diapered, and dressed in a cute baby blue onesie. A bottle of infant formula sat on the kitchen counter, along with a bib. Dean sat down in the rocking chair, and waited for Sam to wake up, which could be any minute.

**Sassy_World900** · January 12th, 15, 03:23 AM

Sam had suffered from a brain injury and doctor has said that he would most like loose more and more knowledge with time and they were right. The young man now had the mind of a talking toddler. He opens his eyes and whines a little. He was always a little cranky waking up. Though he seem better once he had something in his tummy. Sitting up on his knees in the crib. He hold onto the bar. "Brwther!" he cries out.

**PsychedelicPowerTrip** · January 12th, 15, 03:25 AM

Dean made his way over to the crib, picking Sam up, and carrying him into the kitchen where he put him in his highchair and tied a bib around his neck.

**Sassy_World900** · January 12th, 15, 03:33 AM

He giggles as he picks him up from the crib. He was very light weight for someone his size. He snuggles against him as he carries him to the kitchen and place into his highchair. As Dean tied the bib around his neck. He whines and whimpers. "No!" he whines.

**PsychedelicPowerTrip** · January 12th, 15, 03:38 AM

"Sammy. You need to wear a bib, so your clothes don't get dirty. It's okay." Dean said, as he loosened the bib, thinking maybe it was too tight. He didn't want his brother to be uncomfortable.

**Sassy_World900** · January 12th, 15, 03:45 AM

Sam continued to to whine and wiggle in his high chair. Trying to reach for the bottle.

**PsychedelicPowerTrip** · January 12th, 15, 03:46 AM

Dean smiles as he hands Sam his bottle, staying close by in case he needed help or had an accident.

**Sassy_World900** · January 12th, 15, 04:04 AM

He takes the bottle and starts sucking on it. Seems that he was really hungry this morning. Some dripped from the side of his mouth and soaked into the bib. In a few minutes he was done and lets go of the bottle. His tummy grumbled and he whimpers.

**PsychedelicPowerTrip** · January 12th, 15, 04:18 AM

"Good job, Sammy." Dean cooed, as he wiped Sam's mouth with his bib, and lifted him out of the highchair.

**Sassy_World900** · January 12th, 15, 04:36 AM

He smiles and giggles as he tells him good job. His vocab is that of a toddler but he can still understand some words his brother said. He whimper and holds onto him. "Tummy!" he cries. A sign that usually means that his stomach was filled with gas and couldn't get it out.