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SPN

The loud rumble of a Chevy engine cut through the quiet of the early morning. A black impala roared down the nearly deserted street, dirt and leaves flying in its wake. The classic car careened around a corner before pulling into a long, narrow drive. It followed the driveway down and around an enormous building, coming to a stop at the back in a massive parking lot.

Shutting off the impala's engine, John Winchester gazed warily at the building in front of him. The imposing brick building looked innocuous but he knew better than anybody that looks could be deceiving. He'd have to keep his guard up and be ready for anything. Maybe he should just turn the car around and get out of he…

"Are we there yet?" Sammy's high pitched voice called from the back seat.

'So much for that idea' John thought. Turning in his seat, he looked into his boys' excited faces. "Yeah buddy, we're here." He replied. "You two grab your packs so we can head inside."

"Yea! We made it! This is gonna be fun!" the littlest Winchester cheered as he picked up his bag. He followed his older brother, Dean, out of the impala and obediently took his father's hand. Bouncing along between his dad and Dean, Sammy enthusiastically jabbered away about all the things they were going to see and do.

The Winchesters walked across the parking lot and through the open double doors. Going over to the sign-in table, the trio got in the shortest of three lines. The boys talked and giggled while they waited their turn. The line moved quickly and before they knew it, they had signed in and gotten their papers.

Taking Sammy's hand once more, John led the way to the boy's bathroom. He ushered his youngest into the handicapped stall and motioned Dean to take the stall beside it. After he heard Dean's door lock, he shut and locked the door of the stall he was in. While the littlest Winchester used the bathroom, John pulled the neatly folded uniform out of the pack and hung it up. Once the little boy was through, he washed his son's hands with the Wet Wipes he'd brought. Then kneeling down, the Winchester patriarch helped Sammy change into his uniform. After wrapping and fastening the youngster's belt, he stowed the little boy's clothes in his bag and led him out of the stall. Finding Dean already dressed and waiting for them, John smiled. He reached down and tightened his eldest son's belt before taking his bag and walking out of the restroom with the boys in tow.

Stepping into the enormous auditorium, Sammy gasped. He gazed, wide eyed, at the sea of people milling around. He didn't think he'd ever seen so many people in one place. White uniforms were everywhere; on the basketball court, in the stands, even a few under the bleachers. There were all different ages and belt colors. Uneasy about being in such a big crowd, the littlest Winchester scooted closer to his dad and brother.

Feeling Sammy latch onto him, John glanced down. Seeing the fear in his youngest boy's eyes, he started rubbing soothing circles in the child's back.

Knowing they needed to get Sammy's mind off the sea of strangers, Dean nudged their father. "Hey dad, don't we need to check out the signs? See what ring Sammy's gonna be in?" he asked, pointing out the row of colorful signs along the back wall. At John's affirmative response, Dean threw an arm around his little brother's shoulders and pulled him away from the crowd and over to the wall. "Okay Sammy, read the posters and tell me what ring you're going to be in." he instructed.

Looking up, Sammy studied the brightly written signs carefully. He silently read each one, stopping when he found the poster with his age on it. "I'm in ring number eight!" he hollered.

"That's right, buddy! Good job!" John praised.

"Come on Sammy. Let's go find your ring so we can practice your form." Dean suggested, holding out his hand. Dean and Sammy hurried down the side of the basketball court, reading the blue numbers on the floor as they went. Finding ring eight at the very end, the boys stepped into the blue square and walked to the empty corner on the left. Standing side by side, the Winchester brothers began to run through their form.

Taking a seat at the bottom of the bleachers, John watched his boys going over their white belt form. Seeing the power and crisp moves of his eldest, he was almost sorry for telling Dean and Sammy that they could only compete in one part of the tournament. He'd claimed he didn't have enough money for them to do both. However, money wasn't really the problem. The price for the tournament was the same whether you competed in one event or both. No, the real reason for holding his sons back was fear. Knowing children were separated into rings by ages, John refused to take the chance on the rings being on opposite ends of the court. He wanted his babies in his sight at all times especially in a crowd as big as this. And that meant keeping them close. Hearing the announcer calling for everyone to go sit in the back of the room, he turned his focus onto Dean and Sammy.

Dean and Sammy raced to the back, taking a seat near the front of the group where their dad could still see them. They listened as the announcer called the different belts up. As soon as the man called for the white belts, both boys stood and ran onto the court, taking their place in line. They followed the instructor's directions, going through several stretching exercises and a few simple moves. The Winchesters stood quietly through the United States National Anthem and the Korean National Anthem before going to sit in the back once more. Hearing the announcer call the black belts up for the board breaking demonstration, both boys perked up.

Dean watched as the black belts were swiftly put into four lines, two on either side of the gym. The two lines on each side faced each other and one inch thick wooden boards were given to all of them. The announcer called out practice and the black belts went down one side and then up the other practicing their board breaking move. Once that was done, break was called.

Sammy watched in awe as board after board was broken. The pops of boards busting went down one side and back up the other. The pairs then switched jobs so the other person would have a chance to break. Once again, the black belts took up position and waited for the announcer's signal. Sammy watched as the second group broke, cheering as they finished.

After the pieces of boards were put away and the floor swept clear of splinters, the announcer sent the judges and the competitors to their rings. Dean walked Sammy to ring eight. He showed his little brother where he would be sitting with their dad before wishing him luck and going over to the bleachers.

Sammy sat down on the floor with the other white belts and handed his paper to one of the judges. He nervously twisted his belt as he waited for his turn. Finally, the judge called his name. Taking a deep breath, Sammy stood with a loud, "Yes sir!" He walked up to the judges and bowed. "Sammy Winchester Hae San Tae Kwon Do, Hae San One Form, sir!" he loudly stated. He then took two giant steps back, bowed again, and started his form.

John and Dean watched as a confident looking Sammy slowly and precisely performed each move in his form. When he finished and did his favorite move, knife hand, the elder Winchesters held their breath, waiting for the judges' scores. Hearing the scorekeeper call 'ten, nine, eight and a half, ten, nine' and then state 'total score twenty eight', they both cheered. They watched the other three, four, and five year old white belts go through their form, hoping that the littlest Winchester's score wasn't beaten.

Seeing the head judge walking towards them, Sammy tensed. He crossed his fingers, hoping he had done well enough to get a trophy. He didn't want his dad to be disappointed in him.

The lead judge stopped in front of the white belts and smiled. "Good job, white belts. You should all be proud of yourselves." she praised. "Now for the results. In third place, with a score of twenty-four points, Timmy Roland. In second place, with a score of twenty-six points, Kimmy Jackson. And in first place with a score of twenty-eight points, Sammy Winchester!" After leading the crowd in a round of applause, she leaned down and told the three children to follow her helper, Mr. Jared to the winner's stand.

John and Dean followed the group to the other side of the auditorium where a table full of trophies stood. In front of the table was an Olympic like winner's stand. As the announcer called out the children's names, they took their place on the stand, holding up their trophies. Pulling the disposable camera out of his pocket, John snapped several shots of his baby boy. He couldn't wait to show Bobby and Josh.

Sammy jumped off the winner's stand and raced over to his family. "Daddy! Dean! Look!" he hollered, holding up his brand new trophy.

"That's awesome, Sammy!" Dean replied, high fiving his brother.

"That's a beauty alright, kiddo" John added. He scooped his baby boy up, settling him on his hip. "What do you say, we go get a drink and check out the t-shirt table while we wait for the sparring to begin?"

"Can we get something to eat, too?" Sammy asked as his stomach rumbled. "I'm hungry."

"Sure, sport" John agreed. He made his way around the rings and across the gym to the merchandise tables. Looking over the shirts, towels, and head bands, the Winchester patriarch could only pray that Dean's competition went as easily as Sammy's.

AN- Can you tell where I went today?