I had my phone media player on shuffle tonight. The song that played was Ballad of Ianto Jones and somehow this story formed. As I said, my obsession is with wee!chesters. Dean is 12. Sam is 8. I posted this on my Facebook and decided to post here too!
A TWO SHOT.
Problems with Kittens
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"Uncle Bobby!" Little 8 year old Sam Winchester yelled and jumped out of the Impala. Bobby was working on an old Chevy El Camino when he heard Sam's voice. He jumped a bit and hit his head on the hood.
"Ow sonofa… " Bobby tried to stop the words exiting his mouth when he saw Sam there smiling at him. Tried. The words came out and Sam placed his hand over his mouth.
"Oooooo" Sam mumbled.
"Come ere kid!" Bobby extended his greasy hands towards Sam. Sam eyes widen and took a step back.
"No! You all greasy!"
"Let me make you into a grease monkey!" Bobby yelled and reached for Sam. Sam yelled and took off running back to the Impala. Dean was closing the door to the car when Sam ran into Dean's legs.
"Sammy…what's wrong?" Dean looked down at Sam as he hid behind him.
"Uncle Bobby wants to make me into a grease monkey!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, keep it down." John warned his youngest as John went to greet his old friend.
"Its ok Sammy. I won't let Bobby get ya." Dean placed his arm around Sam and lead him away from the car. They both followed behind their dad and stood together, Sam still hiding behind Dean. "Threatening little kids now Uncle Bobby?"
"Can it Deano. Wasn't going to mess the kid up. I know how he gets when he's dirty." Bobby rolled his eye sand adjusted his hat.
"Yea, he freaks big time!." Dean teased.
"I do not.." Sammy whined. He just didn't like to be dirty.
"Really? Give me a hug Sammy.." Bobby reached for Sam again.
"No!" Sam ran into the back of the salvage yard in the back. Both boys knew that place like the back of their hands and Sammy knew where to run. The action set the adults into a laughing fit and both went to look at the car Bobby was working on. Dean turned to go to Sam but Bobby had other ideas.
"Come on Dean, let me show ya how to change timing belt." Bobby went back to the car's engine.
"But Sammy…"
"He'll be fine. I got traps for everything at the entrances. We all safe here. Come here." Bobby reassured Dean. So protective of the little runt.
"He doesn't know what traps are." Dean said, still worried
"You still haven't told him?" Bobby looked at John. "Why on earth have you kept that youngin in the dark? At his age, Dean was doing back flips with one hand and shooting a gun with the other hand."
"And hitting all the bull eyes." Dean grinned.
"No. I don't want him to know yet." John answered as he kept his eyes on the El Camino engine.
"He's asking questions dad. He's really smart and is putting things together." Dean said.
"I said no Dean." John turned to see his oldest and sighed.
"But he can learn to defend himself and…"
"You want this life for Sammy? Because if you did you would of told him already. I don't want this for him just yet. You know how he gets. When he gets older and is able to understand this more, then I will. But it will be my decision. " John turned his attention to Bobby. "My son. My decision."
"Dean…" Sammy tugged on the edge of his shirt and looked at the ground. Dean hoped that Sammy didn't hear anything they were saying.
"Hey squirt. You ok?" Dean knew those signs. Sammy wanted something.
"Yea.. Do you think Unc'e Bobby will let me play with the kittens?"
"If its ok with Dad and Uncle Bobby." Dean sighed, if he did hear something he would of asked him what they there talking about. Kittens. Dean smiled as Sammy stood at attention and got his Dad's attention.
"um.. Dad. Uncle Bobby… can I play with the kittens?" Sam asked, giving those eyes a good work out.
"Cats?! I don't have cats!" Bobby hated Cats.
"They babies. They inside a car over there." Sammy pointed to a stack a few cars down where they were working on. The cars were used for parts and some where stacked up on each other while others were smashed like pancakes.
"Those cats are feral. They could be dangerous."
"Uncle Bobby, they just babies. Not feral." Sammy knew babies don't hurt anyone. "What's feral?"
"Sam, those are wild kittens. Remember the zoo rules?" Dean asked Sam and knew he might get in trouble for what he just said but it had to be said.
"No touch wild animals." Sammy answered.
"And?"
"Leave wild animals alone. No teasing."
"Good. You remembered. You got a brain under all that hair." Dean hugged his little brother and messed his hair up.
"Dean…." Sammy whined as he tried to get out of the teasing.
"You can go play inside Sammy. I have a new book on my desk. Unless you want to help us fix the car." Bobby offered Sam the choice.
"New book!" Sammy turned and ran into the house. They all laughed at the small kid antics and continued to work on the car, the previous conversation was left alone. A new one took its place.
"Zoo?" John asked Dean who bit his lip. Dean lowered his head and took in a deep breathe.
"Yea. The zoo we went to when.. You were away… and….." Dean began to explain while they fixed the car.
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An hour later, the trio came back into the house to get something cold to drink. The sun was on full blast, a term Sammy liked to use when in the back of the Impala on hot days like this. Bobby went to grab a cold beer and handed it to John. He grabbed one for himself and a cold soda for Dean.
"Sammy?" Dean called for his brother but didn't hear a response. He opened his can of soda and walked into Bobby's study. He smiled and a few minutes later came back to the kitchen.
"Found Sam?" John asked.
"Yea, he's asleep on the sofa with the book on his chest. Opened a window a bit. Its hot."
"So lets see if that car will turn on." Bobby finished his drink and took another couple outside. John placed his arm around Dean and followed Bobby out. The moment alone told Dean that his dad forgave him about the zoo incident. Dean was glad and placed his arm around his Dad waist. John smiled at his son. It was such a great time to have a break from all the hunting and just doing simple things with the family was something John would never take for granted. Bobby sat in the seat and turned the car on. With one turn of the key the engine came to life.
"Ha! I did it!" Dean cheered, he fixed it! Before Dean could actually say those words, the engine made a large POP noise and turned off.
"Damnit.! Ready for round 2?" Bobby tossed the keys and went back to the engine. Dean sighed and knew he wasn't going to leave until the car was running.
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The POP sound made Sammy jump from his sleep. He looked around for what could of caused that noise and looked out the open window. He could hear Bobby cussing and turn off a car. Sammy giggled and covered his mouth when he heard the bad words. He wasn't allow to say those. He heard a small noise to his left and saw a small kitten wondering around.
"Kitty. Too hot to be outside." Sammy said to himself and saw the kitten walk around lost. Sammy knew where the others were and he wouldn't really be playing with them. So his dad couldn't get mad if he was just there to return the kitten back. Sammy climbed out of the window and went after the kitten.
"Kitty kitty. Come here. Your brothers must be worried." Sammy walked up to the kitten and tried to grab it. The kitten thought it was under attack and jumped up a few cars and entered through the back window of one of them. "I'm not going to hurt you kitty. My brother Dean would be worried if I was gone. Bet yours too"
Sammy tried to convince the kitten to come back but it seemed to curled up on the dashboard of the car he jumped in. Sammy tried to open the front door but it was locked. He tried the back door and was happy it was open. The back seat of the car was bent forward, exposing the trunk. Sammy climbed into the car and stood on the back seat and reached for the kitten. Sammy couldn't reach. "Come here kitty…." Sammy stretched and stood on his tippytoes on the seat and reached for the dashboard.
The kitten sensed danger for its own safety and jumped forward to escape back the way it came. Sammy jumped back, scared that the kitten was attacking him. A move that was a huge mistake. Sammy foot slipped back as he fell on his rear and rolled into the trunk of the car. Sammy's head hit the inside of the trunk and caused the little boy to blackout. The sudden hit caused the back seats to flip up and cover the entrance of the trunk. The seats were upright and the heat from the sun was reaching its high peek.
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END OF PART 1... Does anyone want to know what happens next?