AN: Ok, so you really don't want to know where this came from... can we puleeze just chalk it up to a busy season gone awry? No? Well hell's bell's, ok, just don't hunt me down for it, ok? Also... as usual I want to thank Sammygirl1967 for all her encouragement, double checking, and all around good to have around type person!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kripke's creation, of course if one day he'd like to share, I'm more than willing to accept just drop me a PM to let me know.
Ten year old Dean Winchester was just about to round the corner leading to the school playground when he heard his little brother in what could only be described as defiant disbelief. Smirking, he wondered who got Sammy wound up this time. For a little guy his brother could get worked up over the tiniest things, mostly because he felt that things had to be done 'just so'. Finally he got to where his brother and a little girl were standing as if they were facing off, and he wondered what they could be arguing about.
"I am too Sammy Winchester!"
"You are not, you're lying!"
"Am not!"
"You're right Ann, your not… a witch!" Sammy said smugly, knowing that she walked right into that one.
"I AM TOO!" screamed the little girl. "I'll prove it to you!"
Fascinated, Dean wondered what was going on and stood silently behind his little brother sure that he had misunderstood. He was even more shocked when Sammy issued the challenge which was entirely out of character for his little brother.
"Go ahead, I double dog dare you!"
The little girl Ann looked at the brothers and after seeming to measure them both up she gave a nod and held out her hands making both boys smirk at the gesture.
"Don't worry Sammy; I think she's been watching too many Casper cartoons." Dean said, making his little brother laugh.
"By the powers at be, by the powers of right
I ask this not for myself, or to lessen my plight,
Make Sammy move quickly like the bunnies do!"
Both boys stared at Ann for a moment before Dean piped up. "What type of spell was that? It didn't even rhyme!"
Ann looked confused as she bent her head and studied her hands. "It should have worked; he should be hopping around like a bunny right now. I don't understand!" she wailed.
Rolling his eyes, Dean was about to make a comment about little girls and crocodile tears when he noticed that Sammy wasn't next to him anymore. Shocked, he looked around yelling for his little brother but the only ones close in the area were himself and the little Wendy wannabe… and a tiny bunny sitting there with large soulful eyes and dark chestnut color fur.
"Ah hell no!"
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John Winchester had to wonder what possessed him sometimes to land him in the messes he sometimes found himself. Today he had helped a woman get rid of the spirit of her ex-husband who had apparently taken it into his head that he and his ex should still be together, even if he was dead. Unfortunately, after laying the man to rest, the woman started screaming at him that he had murdered her one and true love. Thankfully, everyone who'd been around to hear the hysterical woman had immediately known that she was delusional since they knew for a fact that her husband had died of a massive stroke two years previous.
Now though, as he sat in the lumpy recliner, he could only hope that a new job carried him and the boys far enough away so he wouldn't have to cross paths with the lunatic again. Then again, he also knew that Dean had made a few friends and it would possibly be a little harder to make a clean break anyway. Sighing, he was about to reach for his beer when he heard the motel room door open and saw his eldest son step hesitantly inside carrying a small bundle in his arms. Not able to tell what it was, but instantly noticing that there was a missing piece to the puzzle, he quickly scanned the parking lot to see if his youngest had strayed again. Although not immediately seeing the youngest Winchester, he left the door open so he would be able to tell if he walked up to the door.
"Dean, where's your brother?" he asked, growing concerned by the shocked look on his son's face. "DEAN! Where's Sammy?" he yelled, surprised that Dean hadn't answered, and even more shocked that his son seemed to be shielding whatever was in his arms from his outburst. "DAMMIT DEAN!..." he yelled again, but stopped suddenly when Dean's jacked fell away revealing a very terrified baby rabbit.
'What the…?' he thought, looking at the trembling ball of fur and wondered just what was going on.
"Ok, enough son… first, where's your brother and second, you know we can't keep it, you have to get rid of it."
Dean suddenly grasped the tiny animal tighter making it squeal in panic. Scared that he'd actually hurt his little brother, he quickly released his hold a little, but underestimated how squirmy he was now. As he watched the dark furred bunny hop quickly out of the room, he knew had to catch up soon but before he made it to the door, his dad blocked his path.
"Dean, answer me! Where's Sammy?" John bellowed, suddenly feeling a heavy weight settle in his stomach. When Dean gestured outside, the weight increased and then doubled when he heard Dean's words.
"Sammy's the bunny Dad!"
AN: Ok, I normally don't ask this, but everyone has an exception to the rule... should I continue or stop while I'm behind?