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Loud music woke Sam. He covered his head with a pillow trying to fall asleep again. When his brother's high pitched and off-key voice joined in, he gave up sleep as impossible and .. resigned .. got up from bed.
He went downstairs to the kitchen, where the 14-year old Dean shook his ass to the beat of the music while preparing some cereal with milk.
Sam turn off the music:
"Good morning Fred Astaire! Would it be too much to ask that I could sleep in this house?" said Sam taking a chair.
"You are an old grumpy giant," Dean said while he made coffee for Sam. "Good morning to you, princess!"
Dean put the bowl with cereal and the coffee on the table:
"With milk and 3 sugars, like you want. I hope this coffee will improve your mood."
"Thanks! What is it that you want Dean?"
Dean directed an angry look at Sam. "Why did his brother know him too well?" he thought.
"I don't know what you mean, Sammy. On a different topic, this week is the premiere of "The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water… I think that you should see it."
Sam directed a bitch face to Dean and sipped his coffee.
"Sammy, Sam!... Did you hear me?"
"Already I knew that you were behind something" He mumbled "But, we can go to view the movie? Say yes, please, please,... Say that we can"
Dean insisted with a pouted in his mouth.
"I do not know what you mean, but ... we can go see it, right? Say yes, please, please ... Say yes." He insisted dean.
Sam massaged his forehead. Only the morning and he had the beginning of a headache:
"Look Dean. I'll meet Charlie, who is back in Oz. You know that before starting to move again and take cases, we need to fix you up some papers. You have to be a responsible adult or you will end up in the hands of CPS."
Dean, shuddered at the thought:
"Woau, not that! What should we do?"
"Charlie will fix some papers so I have custody of you. But we have to manipulate dates of birth, medical papers, educational history, ..."
"Are you going to adopt? Sammy Gee!, I wonder if I'll should call you Daddy!"
Sam laughed.
"I have custody of you as your older brother." Sam said "I called Cas and he will stay with you today. "
"But I want to see Charlie. I want her to teach me some tricks and games. She's really good." Dean grumbled "And I do not need a babysitter. I am not so small."
"Do not fight with me about everything, it is exhausting," Sam complained, "Look, Charlie will come back with me when we finish the papers and you can enjoy her company then. She also wishes to see you."
"But WHY can't I go with you?" he complained.
"It will be very boring for you. We're going to spend hours at the computer doing paperwork."
And I need some quiet, Sam thought. His teenage brother was a lovely kid but unable to sit still and he really needed to think about the situation they were in.
"If you're alone you cannot leave the bunker. You'll have a great time with 've always gotten your way with him."
Well, come to think so, yeah," Dean says in a resigned voice. "Hey! Do you think Cas will like SpongeBob?"
"I think he will love him," said Sam smiling to himself maliciously "And I am sure he is a good video game player."
"I think not," Dean said sadly "technology is not for him." But he quickly turned glad, "But we can play board games, he loves them."
"Well, it all arranged. I'm going to pack."
Sam went to his room.
Dean began to wash the cups from breakfast, taking care not to wet the bandage on his injured finger. That was a memory of his nasty adventure with the Shtrigas.
When he finished washing, he looked his finger and smiled. With his injured finger held high, surrounded by a thick bandage, he began speaking in falsetto:
"E.T. ... my home... phone ..." he turned around with his finger up and jumped. Cas stood very close to him, looking at him with confused eyes.
"Cas, fuck you for scaring me! You could tell a guy before appearing behind him," he said putting his hand on his heart.
"Sorry Dean. I did not mean to scare you. Sam told me to watch you closely."
"I do not think that he meant so closely." Dean growled. "Well, since you're here let's organize the day. Sam will have told you already. We are going to bake a pizza and cake to eat, then we could play games. I have scrabble, Pictionary, Monopoly,...the classic games ... Now that I think about it, we have to buy new games. There are some brilliant new games ... so after that we go shopping and to the cinema to see "SpongeBob, a underwater hero ", and then ..."
Cas interrupted him while he was still looking him that strange way, as if he were an indecipherable enigma.
"I do not remember Sam said nothing of sponges."
"Oh! He would forget to mention it," Dean shrugged with innocent face.
Then Sam walked downs the stairs with his luggage and looked at the strange couple with a smile.
"Okay my friends. I'm going. Have fun."
He hugged his brother "Be good Dean."
He stuck his tongue out at Sam.
Giving an affectionate handshake to Cas, Sam said goodbye:
"Good luck and thanks friend."
Sam walked out the door of the bunker waving his hand.
"You need it more than you think Cas" he thought as he walked away to the Impala.
To be continued...
