FIC: Of Terminators and Training Wheels- Chapter 6
(Start here at Chapter One if you missed it)
CHAPTER 6-
"Dad?" Sam and Dean said at once, stunned to see John standing before them.
Their father loomed over them looking haunted, hunted and maybe just a little hung over. He crossed his arms and glared at them with bleary eyes.
"Boys! Just what do think you're doing?"
He sounded cross and the brothers had no idea what he was talking about. But he was alive and well and he wasn't Gordon so they jumped up and attacked him with hugs.
"Dad! Dad! It's really you! Oh Dad!"
"Ok, ok, knock it off you two," John chuckled gently pulling out of his sons' embrace, "It's no use trying to butter me up right after I caught you being sneaky monkeys!"
He easily pulled the latches on either side of the crib and lowered the railing before gathering his first born into his arms.
"Dean, how many times do I have to tell you!" he said sternly, "You're a big boy now with your own big boy bed. You're too old to be sharing Sammy's crib!"
"Hey, I can't argue with you there!" Dean laughed, then hugged his dad tight around the neck, "Man, I've missed you!"
"Nice try, kiddo. You're still sleeping in your own room tonight."
John gave Dean a firm pat on the behind before setting him down and reaching for Sam.
"As for you, stop encouraging your brother! Don't think I didn't hear you calling out for him first thing this morning. You read me, Munchkin Man?"
"I thought I was Sasquatch!" Sam furrowed his brow as John lifted him up.
"Whoa! You are soaked to the bone, pal," John noted, "I'm amazed you haven't been hollering about that since you woke up."
"Didn't occur to me," Sam shrugged, then looked down at his father seriously, "Listen, Dad…I…umm… I just wanna tell you that I'm… I'm really sorry about… everything… everything I said… everything that was going on between us right before you… well… you know… right before you…UURRMPH!"
John shoved a pacifier in Sam's mouth as he carried him towards the changing table.
"My gosh but you're chatty this morning, Sammy!" he yawned.
Sam shot his brother a look over John's shoulder. Dean rushed in front of their father tugging at his pants legs for attention.
"Hey Dad, listen," he said, "It is really awesome to see you again. But we have a major situation here…"
"Move, Dean!" John said irritably, bumping his legs against his son, "I've got to take care of your brother now."
"Ok, but, Dad, listen to me," Dean continued, "This is going to be hard to explain and harder for you to believe, but Sam and I are grown ups…"
"I see," John said setting Sam down on the table, "And what are you now that you're all grown up? Let me guess. Dean is a Jedi Knight and Sammy is a Cookie Monster! Aren't you? Aren't you a Cookie Monster?"
The man leaned down and began blowing raspberries against his youngest son's stomach. Sam whipped his head towards Dean, his eyes wide with terror.
"Ho boy, this just keeps getting weirder," Dean exhaled, "Dad! Dad, stop that! This is serious! Let me rephrase. We are your adult sons from the future. Sam and I are in the family business, ok? And there's this other hunter named Gordon Walker. You haven't met him yet, but in the future he comes back here through a Time Machine to kill me and Sammy as kids. Are you following this, Dad?"
"Uh huh," John said absently, "Hand me that talcum powder, son."
"Yes sir," Dean obeyed, "Anyway, we had to stop him so we got the professor who built the Time Machine to send us back here too. But something got all screwed to hell along the way and we somehow got turned back into the ages we were then… I mean now… but anyway, that's why you've got Sam up on the changing table even though he's actually 23 years old."
Sam nodded vigorously around his pacifier.
"Is this all making sense to you, Dad?" Dean asked, hopefully.
"Um hmm. Toss this, will ya?"
John pushed a small bundle into Dean's hands.
"Yes sir." Dean went on, "Because Gordon is on his way here as we speak. What should we…"
And then he looked down at the bundle in his hands… Which turned out to be a diaper… Sam's dirty diaper.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Dean howled, "What!... Dude!... Dude!... What!... AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Dean! Calm down!" John snapped, "You trying to make the neighbors call the cops? Just toss it in the pail already!"
Dean searched around frantically until he spied a small plastic trash can with Oscar the Grouch's face smirking up at him. He slam dunked the diaper, then glanced over at Sam who was looking entirely too smug at the moment for his liking.
Dean fixed his brother with a look. A look that said: "Laugh and you will die! I will kill you before Gordon has a chance to!"
Then he raced off to the bathroom only to suffer yet another indignity.
"I can't reach the sink!" he wailed, "This sucks! I hate this!"
"The step stool is in the same place it always is!" he heard John call from the nursery, "What is with you this morning?"
Dean quickly caught sight of the stool and stomped up on it. Turning the hot water on full blast, he grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub his hands and arms up to the elbows, nearly rubbing his skin raw.
"Some day, some how, someone will pay for this!" he vowed.
Next Chapter
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DISCLAIMER- I don't own these guys. Such a pity.
CHAPTER 6-
"Dad?" Sam and Dean said at once, stunned to see John standing before them.
Their father loomed over them looking haunted, hunted and maybe just a little hung over. He crossed his arms and glared at them with bleary eyes.
"Boys! Just what do think you're doing?"
He sounded cross and the brothers had no idea what he was talking about. But he was alive and well and he wasn't Gordon so they jumped up and attacked him with hugs.
"Dad! Dad! It's really you! Oh Dad!"
"Ok, ok, knock it off you two," John chuckled gently pulling out of his sons' embrace, "It's no use trying to butter me up right after I caught you being sneaky monkeys!"
He easily pulled the latches on either side of the crib and lowered the railing before gathering his first born into his arms.
"Dean, how many times do I have to tell you!" he said sternly, "You're a big boy now with your own big boy bed. You're too old to be sharing Sammy's crib!"
"Hey, I can't argue with you there!" Dean laughed, then hugged his dad tight around the neck, "Man, I've missed you!"
"Nice try, kiddo. You're still sleeping in your own room tonight."
John gave Dean a firm pat on the behind before setting him down and reaching for Sam.
"As for you, stop encouraging your brother! Don't think I didn't hear you calling out for him first thing this morning. You read me, Munchkin Man?"
"I thought I was Sasquatch!" Sam furrowed his brow as John lifted him up.
"Whoa! You are soaked to the bone, pal," John noted, "I'm amazed you haven't been hollering about that since you woke up."
"Didn't occur to me," Sam shrugged, then looked down at his father seriously, "Listen, Dad…I…umm… I just wanna tell you that I'm… I'm really sorry about… everything… everything I said… everything that was going on between us right before you… well… you know… right before you…UURRMPH!"
John shoved a pacifier in Sam's mouth as he carried him towards the changing table.
"My gosh but you're chatty this morning, Sammy!" he yawned.
Sam shot his brother a look over John's shoulder. Dean rushed in front of their father tugging at his pants legs for attention.
"Hey Dad, listen," he said, "It is really awesome to see you again. But we have a major situation here…"
"Move, Dean!" John said irritably, bumping his legs against his son, "I've got to take care of your brother now."
"Ok, but, Dad, listen to me," Dean continued, "This is going to be hard to explain and harder for you to believe, but Sam and I are grown ups…"
"I see," John said setting Sam down on the table, "And what are you now that you're all grown up? Let me guess. Dean is a Jedi Knight and Sammy is a Cookie Monster! Aren't you? Aren't you a Cookie Monster?"
The man leaned down and began blowing raspberries against his youngest son's stomach. Sam whipped his head towards Dean, his eyes wide with terror.
"Ho boy, this just keeps getting weirder," Dean exhaled, "Dad! Dad, stop that! This is serious! Let me rephrase. We are your adult sons from the future. Sam and I are in the family business, ok? And there's this other hunter named Gordon Walker. You haven't met him yet, but in the future he comes back here through a Time Machine to kill me and Sammy as kids. Are you following this, Dad?"
"Uh huh," John said absently, "Hand me that talcum powder, son."
"Yes sir," Dean obeyed, "Anyway, we had to stop him so we got the professor who built the Time Machine to send us back here too. But something got all screwed to hell along the way and we somehow got turned back into the ages we were then… I mean now… but anyway, that's why you've got Sam up on the changing table even though he's actually 23 years old."
Sam nodded vigorously around his pacifier.
"Is this all making sense to you, Dad?" Dean asked, hopefully.
"Um hmm. Toss this, will ya?"
John pushed a small bundle into Dean's hands.
"Yes sir." Dean went on, "Because Gordon is on his way here as we speak. What should we…"
And then he looked down at the bundle in his hands… Which turned out to be a diaper… Sam's dirty diaper.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Dean howled, "What!... Dude!... Dude!... What!... AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Dean! Calm down!" John snapped, "You trying to make the neighbors call the cops? Just toss it in the pail already!"
Dean searched around frantically until he spied a small plastic trash can with Oscar the Grouch's face smirking up at him. He slam dunked the diaper, then glanced over at Sam who was looking entirely too smug at the moment for his liking.
Dean fixed his brother with a look. A look that said: "Laugh and you will die! I will kill you before Gordon has a chance to!"
Then he raced off to the bathroom only to suffer yet another indignity.
"I can't reach the sink!" he wailed, "This sucks! I hate this!"
"The step stool is in the same place it always is!" he heard John call from the nursery, "What is with you this morning?"
Dean quickly caught sight of the stool and stomped up on it. Turning the hot water on full blast, he grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub his hands and arms up to the elbows, nearly rubbing his skin raw.
"Some day, some how, someone will pay for this!" he vowed.
Next Chapter
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DISCLAIMER- I don't own these guys. Such a pity.