Act Your Age
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in anyway. (Cries).
Chapter 1- Possession
The little 6 year old boy, Billy, had been haunting Sam and Dean for months. He wasn't evil; just a ghost, so he didn't bother them. He was quite friendly and bright for his age, but he was stuck; an Earthbound spirit.
But after a number of investigations on how to help him, the boys had found that the only way out, was to possess a certain person of a certain description for a little while.
Dean fitted this description.
"I can't believe this." Dean wiped a hand across his face.
"It's the only way. C'mon Dean. Just for one time, just once in our lives, let's do something good." Sam nagged. Dean shot him a 'so-what-we-do-everyday-isn't-good?' look.
"Not what I meant. No killing demons; just helping this poor boy. He just wants to go on, to the same place as his mum did… Heaven." Sam explained.
"Heaven? Do you really believe…"
"Well whatever. How would you feel if this was you and this was the only way to see our dad again and some selfish jerk wouldn't help you?" Sam used the guilt trip. It worked because Dean agreed.
"Alright." Dean stood up and Billy entered his body, making Dean gasp.
"Dean? How do you feel?"
"I want some ice cream." Dean said in a slightly higher voice. Sam sighed.
"And so it begins…" Sam walked over to the freezer. "We don't have any ice cream." Sam explained. Dean started to sob.
"Oh no, no, no. Listen, its okay… I'll tell you what. I'll take you down to the circus, tonight." Sam bribed, even though the thought of the clowns made him shudder.
"Just, please stop crying."
"I want a milkshake. The circus isn't until later."
Sam made him a milkshake. Dean stared at it, his legs swinging underneath the table.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Straw."
"Okay." Sam put a straw in the glass. Dean chucked a tantrum.
"Oh geez!" Sam jumped around awkwardly, trying to get him to be quiet.
"Curly straw! Curly straw!" Dean shouted.
"Okay! Okay! Just… be quiet." Sam shouted. Dean stopped yelling.
He eventually drank the milkshake, but only when Sam attempted to curl the straw for him. After finishing the milkshake, Dean fell asleep on the table. Sam laughed and wondered whether to move him or not. He awkwardly carried Dean over onto the couch and put his jacket over him.
Sam plonked onto the bed, exhausted.
"Note to self… tell Dean to lay off the hotdogs…" Sam puffed. He then fell asleep on the bed.