Story Time
By: sasuvonke
Sam came into Bobby's house, the house he and his brother are currently living in, with a huge smile on his face. He's been gone for only half an hour and he's got himself a paper bag with some book in it.
"Hey, Bobby," Sam greets with a happy smile.
"Hey, Sam," Bobby nods but didn't look up, too busy with his research.
"Where's Dean?" Sam looks around the living room and study. "I bought him a book to start his reading."
"Readin', huh?" Bobby finally looks up with a look of pride in his face. "I suppose he's in his room playing with his Batman figurine you gave him."
"Yeah?" Sam looks up at the ceiling where he could faintly hear some high-pitched laughter and dull thuds, probably from jumping off from the bed to the floor. "I guess he's having fun."
Dean's been four years-old for a year and Sam, together with Bobby and Castiel, had given up at finding a cure to turn Dean back to his original age. They were dealing with a witch one moment, then Dean was a kid the next.
"Sammy!" A scrawny body slammed into Sam's legs, before thin arms wrapped themselves around said legs. "You're back!"
"Hi, buddy!" Sam chuckled, the corner of his eyes squinting in obvious glee, ruffling the barely three foot tall blonde. "I missed you too. Were you good for Uncle Bobby?"
"Uh-huh!" The four year-old eagerly nodded, clambering into his tall brother's lap. "I was playin' wiv my Batman fig'urn you got me!"
"That's good you're having fun," Sam smiled, wrapping an arm around his brother to prevent Dean from falling. "Hey, I got something for you. You love books, right?"
"Yeah!" Green eyes sparkled in delight. "I woves 'em, Sammy! I woves 'em even more when you read 'em to me."
Sam and Bobby's heart just practically melted. Was Dean this really lovable the first time around?
"Aww, you're just the adorable one, aren't you?" Sam teased, tickling his brother's sides briefly. "How about we take a good look at this new book I got you?"
"Okay," Dean replied eagerly.
Sam thought that since Dean will be going to kindergarten come fall, he'd teach Dean a bit of reading. Dean loves books, so he's quite optimistic Dean will be the eager beaver to learn how to read.
"See this book?" Sam pointed at the cover of the book. "It's about a puppy, see that word?" Dean nodded. "That word is PUP-PY."
Sam opened the book and started reading to his brother.
"This word is BARKS," Dean looked at Sam curiously and after Sam pointed the word PLAY, Dean frowned.
"Sammy, I don't wike worvs wike that, not that way. Read it to me."
"But," Sam can feel his shoulders tense for a bit. He sighed and continued. "Don't you want to learn how to read?"
"No!" Dean scowled further. "I don't wike this book!" He smacked the book and wriggled out of his brother's lap.
"But, honey, if you learn how to read you could have story time even if I'm not there to read it to you…"
Dean is agitated now and grumbled, "I'm gonna go draw wiv Uncle Bobby."
Sam frowned in confusion; his brother loves books, and loves story time even more. So why wasn't he as eager to learn? Sam watched his brother wheedle Bobby to go draw with him, feeling a bit disappointed. Sam begins worrying that if he pushed Dean too much he'd end up resenting books instead. What was he to do now? Sam continued brooding, ready to give up and he'd just take his chances that Dean wouldn't get too angry with him when a thought suddenly struck him.
He remembers Dean teasing him when he was a kid. He was already 7 when he finally learned how to read. Dean never let him live that fact down. So what if his now younger brother didn't want to learn? He'd learn in kindergarten. Kids his age aren't readers yet anyway. With a new resolute mind, having comforted himself, he picked up the new book he bought and went to join his younger brother.
"Okay, it's story time!" Sam grinned and winked at Bobby. "You want me to read your new book for you?"
"You don't have to learn to read right now, we can do that some other time, buddy," Bobby patted Dean's head, standing up to give the brothers some privacy. "I'd go and make some lunch."
Dean looked at some skeptically and curiously, hesitantly sitting on his brother's lap.
"You read to me?" Dean whispered hopefully.
"I'm sorry I pushed you," He said hugging his brother. "Come on, I'll even read you your favorite book after this one."
Dean's face just lit up like the fourth of July and rubbed his face against Sam's chest.
"Woves you, Sammy."
Clearing his throat from raw emotion, "I love you too, Dean."
This is my deage fic and I hope you enjoyed it. =] I got this idea from a parenting book my mom owns and I was like, what the heck, Imma go write it.