Disclaimer: Sam, Dean, John & Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke. The rest are figments of my imagination.

A/N: In this story Sam is 8 and Dean is 12. They live in a nice condo complex in Fort Riley, Kansas.

John and Dean were heading out on Saturday for a hunt. It was a spirit haunting the house of an old Marine buddy. Sam was being left with a babysitter and he didn't like it. Not one bit!

"Why can't I go. I hate staying with Mrs. Farkas. All she ever does is pinch my cheeks and tell me how cute I am. Plus she never lets me watch cartoons. She says tv rots your brain. Please let me go with you, please," begged Sammy.

"Sammy, I'm sorry but you're not old enough to go hunting," said John.

"If I have to stay here can't it be with somebody other than Mrs. Farkas. Dean's right, she is older than dirt," said Sammy with a scowl.

"Young man, I don't want to hear that kind of talk from you. But Mrs. Farkas can't watch you because she out of town visiting her daughter who just had a baby. Molly from next door to is coming over," said John.

"Yeah," shouted Sammy. He loved Molly, she was the coolest.

Molly Wadsworth was the Winchester's 16-year-old neighbor. She was a pretty blonde girl with hazel eyes, who stood 5'6. She was always nice to the boys. Sam adored her and Dean had a slight crush on her. If Molly was babysitting him, Sam didn't mind being left behind.

Sam couldn't keep the grin off his face as he ran to tell Dean about Molly. He's gonna be so jealous. A whole day with Molly. I can't wait thought Sam.

Two Days Later

John and Dean were all set for their trip. John was giving Sam a few last minute instructions.

"Now Sammy, I want you to behave for Molly. You do what she says. I don't want to hear that you gave her any trouble," said John. He knew Sammy was a good kid and wouldn't misbehave, but he said it anyway.

"Yes Daddy. Can I watch cartoons today?," asked Sammy.

"Sure. Watch as many as you want," replied John as he reached down and ruffled his youngest's hair.

Just then there was a knock at the door. It was Molly. Sammy had a huge grin on his face when she walked through the door. She was wearing a pair blue jeans and a white t-shirt that said San Diego on the front.

"Hi Sammy," she said with a smile.

Suddenly Dean felt a little jealous of Sam for a change. He wouldn't mind spending the day with Molly instead of hunting. John seemed to read Dean's mind and said that they had better get going. They said their goodbyes and left.

Walking out to the Impala they saw a flashy red Mustang pull into the park lot. A young man about 19 years old got out. Dean shot him a disgusted look.

"Do you know him?" asked John noticing the look his son gave the guy.

"Not really. I think his name's Kenny Miller. He hangs around the junior high a lot," replied Dean.

John began to wonder what a boy his age was doing hanging around kids that young.

"Why is he there?" asked John.

"He sells drugs. Mostly pot and some other stuff. At least that's what my friend Steve says. His sister used to date Kenny," said Dean.

"You haven't smoked pot have you?" asked John.

"No. I would never do that Dad. That's stuff is stupid. Steve's sister used to smoke pot, before she moved on to other stuff. Now Steve has to spend almost every Saturday visiting her in rehab. He hates it," said Dean.

John smiled to himself. I've got two great children he thought. He knew they might occasionally give him grief, but he didn't have worries like some other parents.

oooooOOOOooooo

Sam and Molly were sitting on the sofa watching Sam's favorite show, Thundercats, when there was a knock at the door. Molly got up and went to the door. She opened up and there stood Kenny Miller. He was 6'2, with short, brown hair and big muscles. He had eyes so dark they almost looked black. He was wearing jeans and a tight balck t-shirt.

"Hey baby," said Kenny leaning in to kiss Molly.

"Kenny!" She squealed throwing her arms around him.

Finally, noticing Sam in the room, Kenny glared at him. He yelled at Sammy to scram.

"Kenny calm down. Sammy, sweetie, could you go play in your room for a little while?" said Molly smiling down at Sammy.

Sammy knew right away that he didn't like Kenny. He wondered what Molly could see in a jerk like him. Remembering what his dad said about obeying Molly, Sammy left and went to his room. He slammed his door shut as hard as he could.

ooooooOOOOooooo

Sammy was sitting in his room bored and more than a little pissed. Who did that guy Kenny think he was to come into Sammy's house and begin ordering him around? He was ruining Sammy's day with Molly. He decided that he would march out there and tell them he was going to watch cartoons. Sammy had no idea what they were doing out there, but he didn't care.

Molly and Kenny were sitting on the sofa. Kenny was leaning over the coffee table where he had his marijuana laid out. He was busy putting it into plastic sandwhich bags.

"Kenny I don't think it's a good idea to have that stuff out. I mean Sammy could walk out here and see it," said a worried Molly.

"Relax Mol. I think I can handle an eight-year-old. Besides maybe he'd like to try a little." Kenny laughed as he said that.

"I don't think so. His dad would freak if he knew you had this stuff here. Now come, Kenny, put that stuff away," said Molly nervously.

Just then Sam stood in the doorway. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. At the sound, Molly and Kenny turned in his direction.

"I want to watch tv. My dad said I could watch as much cartoons as I wanted," said Sammy firmly.

He started walking towards to tv when Kenny stood up and blocked his way.

"If you know what's good for you I suggest get back in your room kid," said Kenny glaring down at Sammy.

"It's my house. I can do what I want," said an angry Sammy.

He didn't like this guy coming into his home and bossing him around. He was trying to push past Kenny when he noticed the pot on the table. He gasped when he saw it. Sammy knew what it was from an anti-drug program a school.

"Hey, what are you doing with that stuff?" he yelled.

"Sammy, sweetie it's okay. Why don't you just go back into your room? Kenny will be leaving soon, then you can come out and watch cartoons. Okay?" said Molly sweetly.

"My dad's not going to like this," growled Sammy.

"Your dad's not going to find out, because if he does you're gonna be in big trouble," growled Kenny.

"When my Dad gets back, you're going to be the one in trouble," yelled Sammy.

"Listen you little brat, you'd better shut up, right now," hissed Kenny

He grabbed Sammy by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up. Sammy, while struggling to get free from Kenny, started kicking him. He kicked as hard as he could.

"You little bastard!" shouted Kenny.

In an attempt to diffuse the situation Molly walked over and put her arm on Kenny's arm.

"Sammy, sweetie, calm down. Kenny's not going to hurt you. I won't let him. Kenny put him down," said Molly gently.

"Stay out of this Molly," growled Kenny pushing her away. She fell backwards to the floor.

Trying to get free of Kenny's grasp, Sammy bit down on his arm. Something snapped in Kenny as he yelped out in pain. He pulled his arm back and punch Sammy in the stomach as hard as he could, then punched him gain. Sammy started to scream. Kenny kept on punching him as hard as he could. Sammy kept screaming in pain as Kenny's fist kept connecting with his abdomen. Molly was begging Kenny to stop.

"Kenny stop it. You're really hurting him. Kenny please stop," pleaded Molly.

Finally when Sammy was beginning to wonder how much more he could take Kenny stopped hitting him. He threw Sammy to the floor and looked over at Molly.

"We gotta get out here now Mol," said Kenny going over to the coffee table and grabbing up his stash.

Molly stood there in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Her boyfriend had just beat up a little kid. She thought she was going to be sick. Kenny grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards to door.

"Kenny, we can't leave Sammy like that. We have to help him," cried Molly.

"We gotta leave now. I ain't going to jail because of that little brat," said Kenny as he pulled Molly out of the condo.

Sammy was lying on the floor curled up in a ball. Waves of massive pain were rushing over him and every breath he took hurt. He was angry at Molly. She said she wouldn't let Kenny hurt him, but he did. He tried to get up, but found it impossible to move. He just lay there waiting. He hoped his dad and Dean would be back soon.

oooooOOOOooooo

John and Dean had finished their hunt successfully and were headed home. Dean was going over all the details again. He loved hunting and couldn't wait to get back home and tell Sammy all about it.

"Dean could you lower you enthusiasm a little bit. I have a hard enough time leaving him home as it is." sighed John

"Dad, if Molly babysits him from now on instead of Mrs. Farkas, I don't think Sammy would care if we went hunting every day of the week," Dean replied.

"So, you think Sammy's in love with Molly?" asked John with a smile. He knew full well that Dean had a crush on the girl.

More to Come

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