'Cause That's Just What Big Brothers Do, Sammy 3/6
Title: ‘Cause That’s Just What Big Brothers Do, Sammy 3/6
Author: dontmembersam
Pairings/characters: (Gen.) Sam, Dean, John, Pastor Jim, assorted OC
Rating: PG for some not so cute parts overall, but I edited this with the knowledge that a three and a five year-year-old would be listening to it and big brothers are not the best at leaving things out so…not too much to worry about.
Warnings: None…this is absolute crack/cute that takes place around 1986-87 (before massive paranoia and the Amber alert, when kids could still trick or treat in safety, and so on.)
Disclaimers: I have no rights to the actors, the characters or Supernatural in any way. Nor am I reaping any financial benefits from this story. It is pure (twisted) imagination on my part.
This is like one of those strange movies they usually put out in the summer (not suitable for small children, but too cute for adults) and I’m not sure how it happened. It started out all adorable as a crack/fic and then my five and ten-year old nephews found it and wanted more after I explained it, so I made it longer.
And now, somehow I’ve ended up with some weird dichotomy of cute G angsted to a hard PG written so a three to ten year old age range can understand it. Anyway, my brain and my usual not g-rated muse are no longer on speaking terms, so I’m starting to post, hoping they will make up as soon as I’m done.
Part 3
(more dean more) Sam wriggled in his brother’s lap, wapping at his fingers when they stopped tickling the fuzz under his chin.
“Okay, little brat, okay, but we gotta get moving pretty soon. Like Dad says, can’t let the grass grow under our tires, can we?”
Dean looked away when his eyes started watering, but Sam knew he was sad. Poor Dean, he wanted Daddy, too. Sam used his new claws to climb up to Dean’s neck and curled around it, purring (don’t be sad dean daddy’ll find us he will)
Sam really wished he could make his talking box work, but he guessed that’s why cats were so quiet. Now he was sad. This was all his fault. (stupid book) He sniffled and buried his head in Dean’s neck.
“Don’t cry, Sammy, I’ll take care of you. C’mon, let’s play grizzly bear, ‘kay? I’ll even teach you the one two punch every good hunter has to know.” Dean laughed when his promise made Sammy happy again.
Oh, that was too funny. Sam was sitting on his butt, back legs curled under and his arms held up at his chest. He had the funniest smushed up look on his face, too.
“Hee, you look like the world’s littlest boxer, Sammy. Now, c’mon, give me your most scariest face.” (You astsd for it) Sam scrunched his nose, narrowed his eyes, and…(hsssssssssssss)’d.
He stretched his mouth wide as it would go to be sure Dean saw every one of his special sharp teeth (hssssssssssssssssss run away hsssssssssssss no one can beat super sammy winchester!)
Dean covered his eyes and pretended he couldn’t get the door open fast enough. “Help, help! There’s a bear in my car.” He crawled away fast, but not too fast. “Help, he’s after me, he’s gonna eat me!”
Sam sprang outta the open door, making the bugs go quiet as he landed, yowling, on Dean’s chest. Sitting up tall, he spread his arms and made fake swipes at his brother’s neck until Dean pretended to throw him off.
Dean ran around the car screaming with laughter as Sammy pounced again and again, trying to capture his flying feet. Then the little brat got smart and ran under the car. He yowled even louder as he finally hit his target. Dean clutched his foot and fell to the dirt.
“Oh, oh, oh, you got me, Sammy. You win, ya little ankle biter. If ya wanna play some more,” Dean pretended to faint, “you’re gonna have to bring the toy to me. You knocked me out, Sammy.”
(He he he poor dean I beat ya) Sam scouted right around the car ‘cause Dean said not to go farther then he could jump and his teeny tiny legs didn’t jump too good yet. (there! I found the bestest toy ever) He picked it up in his mouth (ewwwichk) after his paw fingers didn’t work and ran back to drop it on Dean’s stomach.
Dean scrunched his eyebrows, “What’m ‘sposed to do with this thing, Sammy?” (Play with me)
“Okay, fetch, CatDog,” Dean teased as he tossed the silly ‘toy’ as far as he could. Well, as far as he was going to let Sammy go, anyway. He laughed when Sammy had to smack it into dead every time he ‘caught’ it. You take care of killing the twigs, little brother, and I’ll take care of anything else that tries to touch you, I promise.
Sam chased the twig Dean teased him with until he got sleepy and had to take another nap. Dean watched over him while he wrote a letter to his dad. He’d decided if Daddy was really scared for them now; if he wasn’t gonna hurt Sammy, then it was mean not to tell him they were alright.
Dean finished and tucked it away with the pictures and locked them both in the glove box. He wiped his eyes dry before Sam could see ‘cause he had to be the daddy now for a while. He giggled when a waking up Sam stretched out so far he plopped on his belly ‘cause his legs spread too wide.
“Oops, not that much, huh, Sammy, hehehehe, you better come here and eat some more so you can grow big.”
(mean brother you laughed at me) “Aw, c’mon, Sammy, it was kinda funny.” (was not he he he)
“C’mere, Sammy. If you don’t eat how you gonna get big enough to protect me when I sleep?”
(uh oh brother’s right gotta get strong) Dean said he was a good big boy and he was right. If Daddy wasn’t here to take care of Dean then Sammy would sure do it. (feed me I wanna get big)
After he ate some more Sammy found his tail and had to chase it. Dean went ‘sterical every time he fell over, but when Sam finally caught it, he cheered and kissed the bite to make it all better.
And then when Sammy got too tired again to keep his eyes open, Dean lay down across the back seat. He petted Sam ‘til he was purring so loud Dean thought they might hear him the next town over.
“I love you, Sammy. Night.”
Sam snuggled up even closer (good day I had fun brother love you dean) and they fell asleep, Sammy dreaming about the day and Dean wondering how close Daddy was.
*
Jim listened to the conversation coming over the hunter’s private band. He wanted to be out there, but arguing with his friend just then had seemed the quickest way to a painful end, so here he was…waiting.
“John, we’ve got the car! There was no sign of the boys, but she looks fine. Looks like she’s just been abandoned.”
John ground the word out through the near busted jaw Sally had given him when he suggested what her brother could do with his God. “Where?”
“Ten miles outside Temple Pier. She’s hidden pretty good. Wouldn’t have spotted her if we weren’t looking. Your boy’s damn good.”
“What? Wait, John, Daniel says he found a note for ya. Oh, Lord. John, you need to see this.”
Dear Daddy, don’t be worried ‘bout us because I can take care of Sammy fine. I’m goning to do exactly what you do because it works to keep us safe so it’ll work for me to keep Sammy safe. Daddy, I don’t really believe you’d hurt Sam but I’m not sure so I have to go somewhere safe til Sammy’s a boy again. He’s a real cute cat. He has a white line that goes all the way from the tip of his tail to the end of his nose and his paws are huge! Theyr almost as big as Bo’s Daddy and you know that’s big! I promise to call Uncle Bobby soon as we get far enuff away so I gotta go now but I love you and Sammy does too.
Ps..I found Aunt Sally’s camra in the glove box and I took a picture of me and Sammy so you can keep it and hold it til we get back.
Your sons
Dean and Sammy
Jim didn’t step onto the porch until it became clear the wave traffic was done for the moment. He sank to his knees, the relief, following so close after the smothering guilt, too much to bear alone. He tweaked a deprecating smile, the memory of what John would say about the benefits of praying to a God who cared squat about his creations.
“Lord, I know Winchester can be a pain in the ass more times than not, but he’s done a fair amount of your work here on Earth and your children are better for it. Now, he may not be of a mind to ask for your help so I’m doing it for him. And, Lord, just a thought…as good a man as John is, you surely don’t want to see what he becomes if he doesn’t have those boys with him…”
Jim crossed himself and stood up, his prayer finishing silently in his mind, because there’s more than enough trouble in your world already.
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