Especially for Blooms-At-Twilight.
A quick multi-chap fic triggered by the
drabble "He Really Ain't Heavy"
LITTLE BIG BROTHER
Sam wakes to find his big brother gone and in his place is a boy
aged four with blond hair, long dark eyelashes and big green
eyes, who gifts Sam with the news that he has had a poop.
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Chap 1
Sam was dreaming. Bizarrely he was dreaming that he was part of an all male tug-o-war team. Due to his height, he was the last man on the rope, the anchor. His team were struggling and all his team mates, who appeared to be all Hunters, were yelling at him to dig his heels in. But he was digging them in. He was digging his heels in right the way up to his calves, but still he and his team were steadily, inevitably, being towed closer and closer to the chalk line on the ground. The opposition were good, in fact they were very good; disciplined, determined, focused, and about to win. Sure enough, the front man on Sam's team could do nothing but watch his own foot slide over the marker. It was all over, and the new world champions instantly began screaming, jumping up and down and scampering around crying and hugging one another. Sam sighed and walked over to congratulate his opposite number in the victorious girl scout team.
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Sam gradually began to wake, with the odd sensation that the tug-o-war was still going on. Eyes still closed, his awareness increasing, Sam traced the sensation to a persistent tugging of his bed sheets.
"M' still asleep. Go way."
The tugging stopped and Sam happily rolled over, turning his back on the intrusion. After only seconds, however, the persistent tugging resumed. Cracking open his eyes, he sighed irritably and turned his head to glare at his sibling over his shoulder, already growling out a threat.
"Dean, I swear...!"
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Dean watched with interest as the man in the bed suddenly rolled off the side of the bed furthest from Dean and onto the floor with a startled yelp. After a few seconds, the man's head popped back into view and stared wide eyed across the bed at Dean. Dean gazed back, his attention drawn to the vast amount of tangled hair on the guy's head.
"Who...Who are you?"
The knot in Sam's stomach told him that he knew damn well who the boy was that he was staring at, but he thought he'd ask anyway, just in case he was wrong.
"Dean. Bafroom's got no paper mister...Are you my sitter? Is mommy an' daddy comin' back soon? Why you got so much hair? Don't your mommy cut it for you? I need paper, mister sir. I pooped."
Sam stole a swift glance at the bed his older brother went to sleep in the night before, it was empty. Mind reeling, he stared again at the blonde haired boy currently waiting for Sam to act the adult and produce the necessary supplies. Silently Sam pointed over at the motel room's dining table, to an open box of paper tissues. Dean looked in the direction Sam pointed, then back at the head of the strange man.
"S'ok if'n I use them?"
Needing time to think and catch his breath, Sam nodded. Dean nodded back.
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Chick xxx
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