Supernatural

The pickpocket

Written by: Memphis_heat123

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to the show or its actors. I am not making any money from this story, it is for fun only.

SUMMARY: Set a few months after the end of my story, 'The Youngest Winchesters'. Dean, Sam, and Adam are all that stands between a twelve-year-old girl, and a vengeful demon who wants her dead. WARNING: CONTAIN SPANKINGS OF MINORS.

NOTE: Second story in my 'DADDY SAM' Series.

NOTE: I know it's after Christmas, but this story is set at the beginning of December. The story directly after this one will be set at Christmas time.

Story # 1===== The Youngest Winchesters (Posted on 1-13-12)

Story # 2===== The Pickpocket (current story)

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Sam stood in front of his bedroom mirror and tied his tie, wishing he didn't have to wear one on an almost daily basis. Sam was more used to jeans and tee-shirts, only wearing suites when he pretended to be FBI But as a lawyer, he had to dress the part. This meant tailored suites, ties, and polished shoes.

When he was finished dressing, Sam walked out of his room and into Little Bobby's room. The four-year-old was sleeping, his arms and legs spread out and his covers on the floor.

"Bobby." Sam said, as he gently shook his young son's shoulder. "Time to wake up, son."

"Do I have 'ta?" Bobby asked, around a wide yawn.

"Yes." Sam smiled.

"Okay." He sat up in bed and reached his arms out.

Sam scooped him into his arms and hugged him tightly. Then he sat him on his feet in the floor. "Get ready, and come down for breakfast."

"Yes Sir." Bobby said, running to the dresser.

"If you need help, holler." Sam said.

Both of his sons were independent and loved doing things themselves. Sam usually let them choose their own clothes, but he still got the right to veto.

Sam left Bobby's room and walked into JD's. The little boy was lying on his stomach. And like his brother, all of his covers were in the floor.

"Time to wake up, Son." Sam said, gently shaking his shoulder. JD mumbled something, but didn't move.

"Come on, JD." Sam said, a little more sternly. JD was hard to wake up at times, and even harder to get to sleep at times. "Time to get up, JD."

"Go 'way." JD mumbled.

"Jonathon Dean." Sam snapped.

"Go'way." The little boy mumbled again.

Sam sighed, it was too early for this. He slapped his hand down on the little boy's Sponge Bob Square Pants pajama clad butt, causing the four-year-old to quickly roll over on his side and rub his stinging bottom.

"That hurt, Daddy." He pouted.

"It's time to wake up, JD." Sam said, as he picked the small boy up and hugged him. He sat him on his feet and ruffled his hair. "Get dressed and come downstairs."

"Yes Sir."

"Call me if you need help."

Sam left the bedroom and walked downstairs, then into the kitchen. Martha was standing in front of the stove, stirring scrambled eggs. There were already sausage, toast, and fresh fruit on the table.

"Morning, Martha." Sam said, as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Sam." She replied. "Will you grab the juice out of the fridge?"

"Yes Ma'am." Sam replied.

"Don't forget." Martha said. "You're supposed to make sure you leave the office in time to pick up the boys for their shots."

"I'll remember." Sam sighed. He was dreading it, Bobby and JD hated needles.

Sam's cell phone rung and he looked at the caller ID, smiling when he recognized the number.

"Hey Dean." He said into the phone.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Pretty good, how about you two?"

"Good, we'll be in your neck of the woods later today."

"That's great." Sam said. "You can help me take the boys in for their vaccination shots."

"No can do, we're on a job." Dean said, and even though Sam couldn't see him, he knew his older brother was smirking. "You get to have all the fun yourself."

"Anything I should be worried about?" Sam asked.

"Nope, just meeting a former hunter. But he may have company."

"Watch your backs." Sam said.

"Always."

"You going to stop by after the meeting?"

"Sure, after we make sure we're alone. Plan on staying a few days."

"The boys will love that." Sam said. "They love it when you and Adam visit."

"We should be there Monday morning."

"But it's only Wednesday." Sam said, a hint of concern in his voice. "That's a long meeting."

"Nothing to worry about." Dean assured the younger man. "The guy we're meeting is a real paranoid type."

"Be careful."

"We will, give the boys and Martha a hug from me."

"See you Monday."

The phone went dead and Sam sighed. He worried about his two brothers hunting; he knew how dangerous it was out there.

"They will be fine." Martha said, seeing the look of concern. "Dean and Adam can take care of themselves."

"I know." Sam smiled.

"If they are coming Monday, I need to go shopping this weekend. I need a couple of more ingredients for my famous pot roast."

Dean and Adam both loved Martha's pot roast, and she fixed it for them almost every time they visited. That and pecan pie, which was another favorite of theirs.

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Sam parked his van in a large parking lot and killed the engine. A few years ago, he never would have thought he'd be driving around in a van. But with two kids and two adults, the van came in handy. It had the front two bucket seats, two bucket seats behind them, and a bench seat behind them.

He also had a Kia and club cab truck, normally he drove one of them.

"We're here boys." He said, glancing in the review mirror at the boys in the seat behind him. He saw two pairs of eyes glaring back at him. They knew they were here for shots, and they were not happy about it.

"I know you don't like shots, but you need them." Sam said, as he got out of the van and opened Bobby's door.

He unbuckled the small boy and picked him up, setting him on his feet beside him. Then Sam leaned his tall body in the van and reached over and unbuckled JD's seatbelt. But before Sam could react, the four-year-old scrambled over the back of the seat and landed in the seat behind it.

"JD." Sam said, sternly. "Come here."

"Nuh uh." The small boy shook his head. "I don't want a shot."

"Jonathon Dean Winchester." Sam said. "Come here, now."

"Do I have 'ta get a shot?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Then no." JD crossed his arm across his thin chest.

"One." Sam said.

JD gulped slightly. When his Daddy started counting, it usually meant him or Bobby were in trouble. He knew he should obey, but he really didn't want a shot.

"Two." Sam said, his voice stern.

JD quickly rushed forward and stood in the seat in front of his Daddy, he didn't want the man to reach three. That was worse then getting a shot.

Sam picked JD up and tucked him under one arm. Then he used his other hand and landed three firm swats to his jean clad bottom, causing him to yelp after each swat. Then Sam stood him back in the seat.

JD hung his head and tried to rub the sting out of his bottom with both hands.

Sam gently used a finger to lift the boy's head up.

"Next time, I expect you to come when I tell you too."

"Yes Sir."

Sam hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head, and then he said. "I love you, JD."

"I love you too Daddy." The small boy smiled.

Sam picked Bobby up and stood him in the seat beside his brother.

"I know you two don't like shots, but you have to get them. They will make sure you don't get sick. You don't want to get sick, do you?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"Come on, let's get this over with." He helped them out of the van, and then he took their small hands in his large ones and walked across the parking lot. A little boy on each side.

They walked into the brightly decorated clinic and Sam signed them in, then he helped the boys remove their heavy coats and gloves and hung them on the coat rack along with his. Then he sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room while the boys ran to the large box of toys that were kept in the clinic. A boy a couple years older then them, and wearing a cast on one of his arms, was already looking through the box and the three boys started playing together.

Sam looked around the room and shook his head. It was only December the second, but the office was already decorated for Christmas. As were many of the stores that Sam had seen.

Sam had never really celebrated Christmas as a kid; he hadn't really celebrated any holiday. But after he met Jessica, all of that had changed. She was determined to make sure Sam enjoyed the holidays, especially Christmas. Christmas had been her favorite holiday.

Sam decided, way before his sons were born, that his children would celebrate all of the holidays. Even Groundhog's Day. This year, like all of the others since the twins were born, they were going to South Dakota to spend a week with Bobby. Dean and Adam were also going to spend Christmas there, unless something came up.

"Sam." A middle aged nurse said, as she walked into the waiting room. "Come on back." Then she looked at the twins and smiled. "Come on you two, Doctor Brant is ready for you."

"He was here first." JD said, pointing at the other boy.

"Come on you too." Sam smiled, as he took their hands and lead them down a hallway and into an exam room.

Sam sat in a chair and held a boy on each knee.

"The doctor will be here in a minute." The nurse said, as she left the room.

"You two are being very brave." Sam told his sons. "I'm proud of you."

JD and Bobby smiled at that.

The door opened and a doctor in his late fifties walked in, and both smiles vanished from the boys' faces.

"Hello, JD, Bobby." The doctor smiled, as he sat down on a rolling stool. "According to my charts, you two are here to have tour tonsils removed."

"What are tonsils?" Bobby asked.

"That little ball at the back of your throat." The Doctor said.

Both boys clamped their hands around their necks and shook their heads.

"No we're not." JD said.

"You're not?" The Doctor asked, with a confused look.

"No Sir." Both boys said.

"Are you here to have your noses removed?" The doctor asked.

Both boys clapped their hands over their noses, giggling. They shook their heads.

"Then I guess you came for your shots."

"No shots." Bobby whined.

"Bobby, you two have to get your shots." Sam said, gently.

"It won't hurt a bit." Doctor Brant said. "I promise."

Both boys clung to their Dad's shirt and shook their heads.

"I have something very special for brave little boys." Doctor Brant said, as he rolled the stool over to one of the shelves and picked up a small box, then he rolled back over to Sam and the boys. "I just got these in this morning, and you two will be the first to get them."

Both boys looked eagerly at the box, wondering what it was.

"Now, these are only for brave little boys who get their shots. Are you two brave little boys?"

JD and Bobby quickly nodded their heads. The thought of getting whatever was in the box outweighed their fear of needles.

The doctor reached into the box and pulled out a ban-aid, showing it to the boys. It had one of the characters from the movie Cars.

"Mater!" They both exclaimed.

"Name's Mator." The doctor said, in a funny voice. "Like Ta'Mator, but without the ta."

JD and Bobby giggled.

"So. Who wants to go first?" Brant asked.

The smiles vanished on the twins' faces. JD looked over at his brother and saw the scared look on his face, he hated it when his brother was scared. Taking a deep breath, the little boy said, "Me."

Sam wasn't surprised when JD volunteered to go first. The boys were the same age, only three minutes apart, but JD was the protector. He was always looking out for his brother, he reminded him so much of Dean.

Doctor Brant rolled over to another shelf and prepared a small needle, then rolled back over to Sam and the boys. JD and Bobby's eyes were glued to the syringe on the man's hand.

"This won't hurt a bit." He smiled, as he gently took JD's small arm.

Both boys turned their heads and buried their faces into Sam's shirt. While they weren't looking, Doctor Brant carefully and quickly rubbed a spot on JD's arm with alcohol and injected the vaccine, then he put the band-aid on.

Brant quickly grabbed the other syringe and repeated the same procedure on Bobby's arm. Neither boy moved made a sound.

"All done." Brant said.

Both boys looked at the man, then at their matching band-aids.

"You two were very brave." Sam said.

"It didn't hurt." Bobby smiled.

"Why don't you two go grab a toy." Brant said.

Both boys jumped from their Father's lap and rushed over to a large toy box that was always sitting in a corner of each examine room. The box was filled with toy cars, blocks, small dolls, books, puzzles, and other toys. Every child got a toy when they saw Doctor Brant.

A few moments later, they rushed back to their Dad and the Doctor, showing them their new toys. JD picked out a blue truck, and Bobby picked out a book.

"Will you read it to us tonight?" Bobby asked his Daddy.

"I sure will." Sam smiled at the little boy. "Come on, let's go home."

He led them into the waiting room and grabbed their coats. As he was helping JD put his coat on, he saw a young woman trying to comfort a little girl The girl appeared to be around two.

"No shot." The small girl cried, as a few tears ran down her cheeks. "Hurt."

Sam finished with JD and was about to help Bobby into his coat, when the boy rushed over to the box of toys. Sam was about to call him back over, when he noticed that his son had picked up a Tinker Bell doll. Bobby walked over to the crying younger girl and held out the doll.

"It's okay." He said. "Doctor Brant won't hurt you. See?" He showed her his band-aid. "Wanna play with her?" He asked, nodding towards the doll.

The girl had stopped crying and was looking ay the boy and the doll. She reached out and took the doll, hugging it to her chest.

"After you get a shot, you get a really cool band-aid. And a toy." Bobby said. "And Doctor Brant is really nice."

The little girl smiled and turned to show the woman her doll. The woman smiled at Bobby and then at Sam. Bobby ran over to Sam and the man helped him put his coat on.

"That was very nice." Sam said, as he squatted in front of the boy to zip up his coat. "I'm proud of you."

He kissed the top of Bobby's head, then the top of JD's. "Okay boys, let's hit the road."

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TBC

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