Big Sister

Dear Diary,

It wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be.

Daddy's been gone three whole days.

It's just been me and Dean and Sammy.

I cook a TV dinner every night. We eat the sandwiches for lunch but they're all gone now. Dean makes a sandwich for breakfast but sometimes he makes toast and it doesn't get so burnt no more.

We take turns giving Sammy a bath and changing him when he has spills 'cause he still wets the bed and goes in his diaper instead of the toilet. We got him a little seat to go but he's still learning.

Dean and me can't dress Sammy real good 'cause he won't stay still long. We help each other dress when we can't but we don't wear shoes 'cause we can't tie our laces. Sammy has shoes though 'cause he got some with no laces and they're sticky and make a loud tearing sound when you pull them apart. I don't know what it's called but it has a funny name.

I have to go. It's time for a bath.

Bye.

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"Dean, it's ready." Catherine called, turning off the taps. She stuck her hand in the water to test it.

"Ok."

She walked into the living room. "Sammy? Time for a swim."

Sammy looked up from his spot on the floor, surrounded by cushions and toys. "Yiya! Yiyi!"

"Which one is it?" She asked, dropping to her knees beside him.

He giggled. "Both."

She nodded and stood and held out her hand. Sammy slowly stood and excepted her hand, toddling along next to her to the bathroom.

Dean rushed in, already naked. He climbed into the tub and sat in, careful not to get his upper body wet.

Cathy laid her youngest brother down and stripped him from the waist down on the baby mat. Sitting him up, she pulled his top off.

Dean sat up on his knees as Cathy stepped onto the stool and oh-so-carefully lifted Sammy. Very carefully, they got him into the tub without him falling or hurting himself.

Cathy wobbled on the stool but caught her balance as Dean got Sammy.

Dean sat back, his chest to Sammy's back as they baby sat between his spread legs.

Cathy moved the stool and gathered up the clothes. She dropped them into the wash bin and scampered into the bedroom. Pulling out pj's for her and her brothers, she stopped to get the baby stuff for Sammy.

Going back into the bathroom, she set the stuff on the closed toilet seat. Turning, she pulled her clothes off and stuffed them in the wash bin.

She got into the bath with her brothers.

Once in there, the twins carefully washed their little brother before washing themselves.

Dean got out first and dried himself off. He pulled his pjs' on. "Don't think Daddy's gonna be happy we only had one bath." He said, holding Sammy upright as Cathy climbed out.

"We only got one set of towels. Daddy said not to use 'em again." Cathy replied. She quickly got dressed.

Once done, they drained the tub. Once it was empty, they wrapped a towel around their little brother and carefully lifted him from the tub. They got him dried and in his own nappy and pj's before leaving the room with him.

They sat Sam on the large bed and used the hairdryer on low to get his hair dry.

"Eyes tight closed, Sammy." Dean said, turning it on.

Once Sammy was completely dry, they put him into his crib.

Dean managed to dry most of Cathy's long hair and she returned the favour.

"Night, Sammy." They each bid, kissing the baby's forehead.

Cathy sat on the floor and pulled out the book.

Once Sammy was asleep, they moved about the motel checking the salt lines. Once that was done, they checked the guns.

Dean got a cup of water and walked with it to the double bed he was sharing with his sister. Setting it on the table, he climbed in.

A few minutes later, Cathy joined him.

"Night, Dean. Love you."

"Night, Lily. Love you."