Did you know Sam is a Daddy?
Possessions aren't my thing, don't own them, don't want to own them, but when the boys need some time off, I'm glad it's me they choose to come and visit.
Chapter 1 - The Transformation
Transform: "To change the nature or character of; to convert."
"Daddy, Daddy" Dean cried in his sleep. "I got a owie, help me Daddy" Dean was sobbing now, waking Sam up.
"Wake-up man, you're having a bad dream" Sam said as he got up, flicked on the light and shook his brother's shoulder. Dean was struggling with the tangled bedding and was beginning to panic. "Hang on Dean, let me get these off of you" Sam said as he twisted the bedding free from Dean.
Dean's wet eyes opened and looked directly at Sam, relief replacing the previous look of panic. "Daddy, I knowed you help me, see my owie" Dean said as he extended his hand to show Sam, and then pulled it back and looked all over for the owie on his hand, his lip beginning to tremble again. "Where'd it go Daddy, did you kiss it and make it better? Dean looked up at Sam questioningly. "Ha! Ha! very funny. Now cut it out Dean, I'm bushed and tomorrow, or should I say later this morning, is going to be a long enough day as it is" an irritated Sam growled as he made his way back to his bed and turned to shoot Dean a death look, stopping in mid-stride, as he saw Dean crying silently and shaking.
"What the...is going on?" Sam wondered to himself. Nothing seemed to go wrong on the hunt, no mind control or tricks appeared to have been in the air that would cause Dean to be acting like this. In fact, they had a pretty good time of it. The hunt had gone well and they hit the tables at the local casino after and had each done so well, that financial concerns were not going to be a high priority for the next few months, which really took the edge off things. "Oh God what should I do?" Sam thought and then decided on the only course of action he felt he could, given the circumstances.
"Hey buddy, don't cry, it's gonna be alright" he whispered softly as he sat on the side of Dean's bed. Dean launched himself at Sam and threw his arms around his neck and folded himself into Sam. At first Dean didn't say anything and then he pulled back and took his two hands and slapped them onto Sam's face "I love you Daddy and my heart do too" and leaned back looking at Sam. Sam meanwhile was completely in shock overdrive and was trying to figure out what to say. The look in Dean's eyes said he wasn't being played (whatever was up with Dean, he genuinely believed that Sam was his Dad). Until this could get sorted out, Sam had decided he would take on the role of Daddy. "Daddy loves you too bud" Sam smiled at Dean, as he tweaked his nose. "I know you do Daddy, I go back to sleep now, I tired" Dean yawned as his eyes began to close and he flopped back against the pillows, holding his arms open to Daddy. "Huggies" Dean asked and Sam reached down and gave him a big hug. "Deano, how old are you?" Sam asked, still hugging Dean. "A 4 and a 3 and a 4 and remember for my birthday, you said I was gonna get a big present. Did you get it?" Dean asked hopefully. "I'm working on it fella. Now close your eyes and get some sleep okay" Sam said gently to Dean. "Okay Daddy" Dean's voice slurred in response as he drifted back to sleep.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this, please let it be some mutant dream and things will be back to normal once we wake up." Sam hoped and as sleep was beginning to come, he let out a small chuckle - a 4 and a 3 and a 4 - Dean had been telling him he was 4 and 3/4 years old.
Sam had a rotten sleep, his mind just wouldn't shut down and he kept replaying the events over and over in his mind. He sensed a set of green eyes staring at him from the bed. "Hi Daddy" Dean giggled, as he jumped out of bed, came over to the chair where Sam was sitting and climbed onto his lap, putting his head on Sam's shoulder. "Alrighty then, this wasn't a mutant dream, this really was happening" Sam thought, as he re-adjusted himself to having his twenty-eight year old brother sitting on this lap.
"Morning baby" Sam said as he put his arms around Dean and kissed the top of his head. "I's not a baby - I's almost 5" Dean reminded Sam. "Oh that's right, Daddy forgot" Sam declared in mock seriousness.
"So, what would you like for breakfast today" Sam inquired. "Chocolate cereal" came Dean's response. "Chocolate cereal it is then my good man" Sam smiled back at Dean. As Dean shot off of Sam's lap, he said he wanted to help and so help he did. Two bowls were filled with chocolate cereal and enough to make a third bowl, currently resided on the floor by the counter.
"What are we gonna do today Daddy" Dean asked in excitement, the milk running down his chin. Sam looked at Dean and before he could help himself, he took his hand and wiped the milk from Dean's chin.
'I thought we might take a drive today. I have to make a few phone calls first and then I thought maybe we could do some shopping, how does that sound?" Sam asked a smiling Dean. "Great Dad" came the reply as a mouth was being stuffed full of cereal.
"You need to go brush your teeth okay Dean and make sure you go up and down and not..." "I know Daddy" Dean cut Sam off, as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
"Please be there Bobby, please be there" Sam hoped. Bobby wasn't and neither was Missouri or even Ellen. Where was everyone? Sam left a few messages, asking for callbacks.
"What are you doing in there?" Sam said through the key hole. "Nothing" came the excited response. That can't be good, nothing is never nothing where Dean was concerned. "Open the door little man, or I'm gonna huff and puff and blow the door down" Sam pretended in his best cartoon voice. He heard Dean laughing behind the closed door, as the lock clicked open, to reveal a guilty looking - brother? son? (it was just too much to keep straight).
"What have you been up to Dean?" Sam asked, looking around for any telltale signs. "Nothing" Dean said, his hands behind his back. "What do you have there?" Sam teased, slowly reaching around to try and get what Dean held in his hands. Dean was laughing and after getting Sam to promise that he wouldn't be mad, he showed Sam the pretty pink candy he had found in the bottle.
"How many did you eat Dean, how many?" Sam was yelling as he shook Dean. Dean was crying pretty hard right now, and couldn't remember how many of the candies he had eaten, he sure thought the taste of them was good though.
Sam sat on the toilet seat, with Dean sitting in front of him on the floor. "Dean" Sam was trying patiently to explain to him, "we need to make you throw up, we need to get those pills out of your tummy. I'm going to stick two of my fingers down your throat and it's not going to feel nice, but Dean, we have to get them out." "Open your mouth Deano, I said open your mouth" an exasperated Sam said after the fourth try. Dean still refused and Sam felt terrible, for what he was about to do, but he reached down and pulled a strand of Dean's hair - hard, but not overly so and he then got the reaction he needed. Dean opened his mouth and Sam stuck two of his fingers in, right to the back, causing the gag reflex to kick in. He got up off the toilet seat and lifted the lid with this other hand and bent Dean forward over it.
It was pretty hard going and Sam felt dreadful for having to do it, but he had to get those meds out of Dean's body - fast. Child proof caps were clearly not going to work where Dean was concerned. After the dry heaving stopped, Sam helped Dean to his feet and looked down at a very pale, tear stained face. Dean's lower lip began to tremble. "I'm sorry for being a bad boy Daddy" Dean gulped, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. Sam's heart did a little back flip. "Ssh, you're not a bad boy, I guess we both really got scared. I didn't hurt you did I?" Sam asked as he leaned down to make even eye contact with Dean and then pulled him against his shirt. "No Daddy, the frog in my throat hurts and he says a popsicle would be good" Dean whispered as he wiped his face against Sam's shirt and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him towards the fridge. "Purple" Dean declared when asked what colour he would like. Sam undid the wrapper and handed it to Dean. He chose a green one for himself and they went to sit on the couch. "When we go shopping today, did you want to get anything special?" Sam asked as he nudged Dean's shoulder. "Finger paints" Dean replied, between licks of his popsicle. "I'll put it on the list" Sam chuckled.
Dean did pretty good at dressing himself. He couldn't remember how to do his laces, so Sam spent some time teaching Dean how to do the bows. Somewhere long ago, Dean must have shown him this exact same thing, Sam thought warmly.
"Go pee" Sam told Dean just before they were leaving. "I did Daddy" Dean replied and he walked out the door. "Hot" Dean stuck his fingers in his mouth, after touching the sun soaked hot metal of the car. "Let me see Dean" Sam said in concern, after he observed what had happened. "You're gonna be fine", but just for good measure, he gave each finger an all better kiss. "Thanks Daddy" Dean smiled at Sam, as Sam held the door for him and then leaned over to get Dean buckled in.
To be continued.
Author's Note: We are often called upon to face and accept challenges we might otherwise turn away from. So remember, life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance!