So I have one story going on at the moment, and I update to fast. So I figure I write another story between update times to space them out. So here's my new story, its Sam and Dean's lives growing up with others mixed in. I'll try an keep it as canon as possible.
This chapter is not been reviewed by a beta reader I apologize for any grammatical errors.
Young Dean Winchester counted the days on the calendar. His Daddy said he'd be back in six days, the first time he'd counted there were six days and now he was finally there. He jumped down from the kitchen chair he'd been standing on and ran to the living room to see Mrs. Dawson sitting on the couch, holding Sammy in her arms.
"Hey Dean," She greeted him. He didn't respond, just climbed up beside her and held out his arms, reaching for the infant. She sighed, but smiled and placed sleeping baby Sam in the little boys arms. She had been trying to get him to speak for the past six days he had been staying with them but he wouldn't have it. Just locked inside his own mind. She wondered exactly what the little boy had gone through in the fire, of course losing his mother had been difficult but most children would at least ask questions. Dean didn't, just stared blankly or asked for Sam, without words.
"Sam's getting so big now," She commented, tugging on the babies sock covered foot. Dean nodded, staying silent.
The women sighed and got up from her spot, running her fingers through he little boys hair as she passed. She understood Dean was upset, and alone now that his father needed to, find proof. Whatever that meant. Her husband Rob had suggested they call CPS, but she shut it down.
She had been best friends with Mary since she high school, she couldn't turn her children away.
Dean smiled at his brother, who's hazel eyes were now opened and glancing around the room. Most babies cried when they woke up, that's why Dean loved Sam, because he wasn't like other babies. Sam understood, he listened. He knew Mommy was gone and he knew something really really bad had killed her.
"Daddy's coming home today Sam," He whispered.
The baby just cooed but that was enough for Dean.
John Winchester sat in the drivers seat of his car, his head resting against the steering wheel. He dreaded going into that house. Having to face Dean, and see Sam smile at him. He envied Sammy he really did, to have such innocents in a place full of fear. He raised up and wiped his eyes, they seemed to always be wet lately. He wished Mary was here, she'd know what to do. He took a breath and opened up the door, heading up to his neighbors house. Lura had been Mary's best friend and had agreed to take care of the boys while he found proof, proof that what killed Mary was not natural. He was right, he met a psychic who filled him in on all things Supernatural. She had also filled him in on what Mary had done before she was killed, by a monster. Monsters that she used to fight until they got married. He felt betrayed, that she could keep something that important from him.
He pushed it to the back of his mind as he knocked on the door, waiting for Lura to answer the door. But she didn't, a four year old little boy with blond hair and green eyes did. He wrapped himself around John's leg so tight he worried it would cut off circulation.
"Hey Dean, how ya been," He said softly, picking the the little boy up and giving him a hug. He didn't say anything but his eyes shined bright and the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. "Have you been good," He asked. The little boy shook his head, making his shaggy hair fall over his eyes.
"Hello John," Lura smiled coming into the hallway. He gave her an appreciative nod, moving Dean to his hip.
"Where's Sammy," He asked. He chuckled as Dean pointed the way. He followed Lura and Dean's finger into the living room to find baby Sammy on the couch, surrounded by pillows so he wouldn't fall.
The baby's eyes widened, his mouth curving into a grin, showing off his two bottom teeth. John smiled, and let Dean sink to the floor, holding onto his pants leg.
He picked the infant up, cradling him into the crook of his arm, rocking him slightly. He turned as Lura cleared her throat behind him.
"What are you going to do John," She asked gently. He sighed, dreading this conversation.
"I'm taking the boys on.. sort of a road trip. A long one," he explained. The truth was he had a meeting with a pastor in Colorado. He was going to help him out and explain everything further.
"Is that what's best," She winced.
"I have no other choice," He mumbled, letting Sam grab his finger.
"The boys can stay here a bit longer. Take all the time you need," She offered.
John thought this through, let he boys take a but more time to grieve. They should be a bit more adjusted when he got back.
"Your sure," He asked.
"I love the boys John, just keep in touch so we know you haven't fallen of the face of the earth," She laughed. John just sighed and looked down at the little boy holding his pants leg, who seemed to be staring off into space.
"You think you can do that kiddo," He asked Dean. The boy looked up at him with wide fearful eyes, but of coarse said nothing. John sighed again out of frustration, if Dean didn't start talking by the time he got back he would have to have a talk with the boy.
A week passed before John had to leave to meet the pastor. The boys stayed at Lura's house while he stayed in a motel room a few miles away. He sat on the couch holding Sam one more time before he left. Dean was outside playing, he hadn't said he was leaving yet and he wanted some time with the baby before Dean's fit started. He kissed the baby on the forehead before lowering him into the bouncy seat.
Dean huffed in frustration when the two rocks he smashed together didn't make fire. He didn't understand why it always seemed to work in movies. He gave up and tossed the rocks into the grass, scowling at them.
"Hey Dean," he turned and smiled at the sight of his father walking toward him. "I think we need to have a talk," He said firmly. The little boy gulped, hoping he wasn't in trouble. He couldn't think of anything he had done wrong right now.
"Dean why aren't you talking," He asked. Dean looked down at his shoes. He didn't understand why he felt like he shouldn't talk. Just that there was something keeping him from saying the words he needed to say.
"Dean!" He snapped his head up and looked his father in the eyes.
"Its time to step up kiddo, just me you and Sam now. I have work to do, so you have to take care of your brother, he's your responsibility Dean, you have to take care of him," His father said sternly. "You have to talk, you have to be able to teach Sam things."
He did talk to Sammy, and only Sammy.
"Dean listen close alright, I'm not joking. There are bad things out there and they can hurt you and your brother," His eyes widened, and his heart beat sped up.
"I have to go away for awhile, I have to learn things, so I can find the thing that killed your mother," He explained. Dean shook his head.
"No. Stay here," He whispered. John smiled slightly, happy to hear his oldest sons voice for the first time in weeks.
"I promise you I'll come back alright. But you have to grow up and be a big boy, watch out for Sammy," He warned. It sounded final to Dean, knowing his father was going to leave whether he liked it or not. He was scared, scared of the bad things out there that could get him and Sam.
"When are you coming back," He asked quietly.
"Soon, promise me Dean.. your going to grow up," He asked a bit desperate. John knew he couldn't do this with out help, he wondered at what time in his life did he start depending on a four year old.
The little boy nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying. He needed to grow up now, to protect Sam from the bad things.
There's the first chapter please follow and review.