CHAPTER TWO

Bobby has a surprise for Dean. Sam & Bobby take Dean to a park.

Bobby let himself into the house with a smile. He had just been to get the pictures of the Undertaker developed. He also decided to get the pictures printed from his and Sam's phones, to put in a photo album for big Dean, so he would always remember his happy childhood.

"Unca Bee-bee," said Dean happily, running over to him. He had the bandanna on that the Undertaker gave to him a couple of days before. The gloves were on the bedside table with his Impala model, Fred the fireman and AC and DC. The caterpillars (according to Dean) were still asleep.

"Hey little man." Bobby smiled, and knelt down to give the little boy a hug. "I've got something for ya," he told him, reaching into his bag to get the three framed pictures out.

Dean's eyes went huge when Bobby put the pictures next to each other on the floor, so he could see them properly. There was one of him and the undertaker sticking out their tongues, another of them smiling, and one on the Undertaker's bike.

"Wow. Fank you, Unca Bee-bee," said the little boy, turning to give Bobby another hug. Dean picked up the framed pictures, and ran into the kitchen where Sam was clearing the table. "Sammy, wook what Unca Bee-bee do."

Sam looked down at the pictures, and smiled over at Bobby, who was standing at the kitchen door. He knelt beside Dean, and took the pictures from him. "Which one's your favourite one?"

"Erm... dat one," said Dean, pointing to the one on the bike. "No, no. Dat one." This time he pointed at him and the Undertaker sticking out their tongues. "We putted in bedoom, Sammy?"

"Of course we can. We'll put them up over the bed, so you can always see them first when we go in the room."

"Yeah, Sammy. We go?" he asked, jumping up and down.

"In a sec, kiddo. I have to finish the table, then we can go put them up." After cleaning up the table, Sam put the cloth back in the sink, then walked over to the drawer to get some nails and a hammer. "Bobby, can you watch Zeppelin for a minute?"

"Sure," said Bobby, placing the bag with the photos and album on the kitchen table. "Keep him up there for a bit." When Sam looked over at him with a confused expression, he mouthed one word at him. "Pictures."

Sam nodded, and followed his brother, who was already upstairs. After spending a few minutes deciding which order to put them in, Sam stood on the bed, and hammered the nails into the wall, so they hung above the bed, the one on the bike was in the middle with the undertakers autograph just below the bikes handlebars.

Dean started clapping, and jumping on the bed. "It nice in't it, Sammy?"

"Yeah, it is kiddo."

"Get me, Sammy," said Dean, before launching himself from the bed, into his brother's waiting arms.

A few hours later, Dean was sitting on the couch with Zeppelin and Sam on either side of him. "OH MY GOD!" he yelled suddenly, throwing himself backwards into the cushions.

Sam and Bobby looked over in surprise. "What's wrong with you?"

"Bored Sammy."

"You're making a big drama because you're bored?"

"Yeah, Sammy. Do sumfing?"

Sam looked over at Bobby. "Why don't we go to a park? Not the one we went to before," he said, remembering what happened the last time he had taken his brother to the park.

"I know of one, but it's pretty far away. They allow dogs, and they have a huge field, so we can take Zeppelin for a walk."

Zeppelin jumped on Dean at hearing his name, and started licking his best friend's face. "OWIE!" cried Dean when Zeppelin stuck his nose in his eye. "Sammy, Zeppin hurted my's eye."

Sam turned Dean's face, and took away his hand to see both of Dean's eyes were tightly closed. "Well open your eyes then," he said, rolling his own eyes.

Dean slowly opened his eyes, so Sam could see the left eye was slightly red. "Hey, it's okay. It'll be better before you know it," Sam reassured, kissing his left cheek. "I bet if we went to the park, you'll forget about it."

"What... um..."

Both Sam and Bobby knew what he was worried about. "Nobody's going to get ya, little man. Me, Sam and Zeppelin will be there to protect ya. It's a different park, it's a lot bigger, so ya can have more fun."

Dean smiled, and shot up off the couch. "Come. We's go." He ran over to his chair in the hallway to get his leather jacket and new hat, before Sam and Bobby even had the chance to stand up. He ran back into the room, and gave his jacket to Bobby to help him put it on.

As soon as Dean got out of the car, he started pulling Bobby out with him.

"Calm down, little man," said Bobby, getting out of the car with Zeppelin. Together all four of them walked into the park.

When Dean ran to the roundabout first, Bobby went to sit on a bench beside it with Zeppelin.

Sam lifted Dean up, and sat him on the ride. "Hold on, kiddo."

"AWOUND!" Dean cheered, after doing what Sam told him to.

Sam smiled, and started turning slowly, so he didn't make his brother dizzy.

"YAY!" Dean started giggling straight away. "MORE FAST!"

Sam started turning a little faster, making Dean scream with laughter.

After ten minutes, Dean wanted to go to the swings, so Sam helped him down, and led him over to the swings. He lifted him up, and sat him on the only free swing, and started pushing.

Bobby and Zeppelin walked over, and stood in-front of Dean, but not too close. Every time Dean came forward, Zeppelin jumped up, trying to get him, making him giggle.

"NOT GOTTED ME!" yelled Dean, sticking out his tongue. He swung forward, and giggle uncontrollably when Zeppelin jumped up at him, trying once again to catch him. "YAY! GET ME!"

The German shepherd barked excitedly, and continued jumping up at him until Dean decided that he wanted to go play on the slide.

Sam stopped the swinging, so Dean could jump off, and run over to the slide. All three of them followed Dean closely, none of them were letting the little boy out of their sight this time.

Since the slide was big and wide, Sam decided to go down with him. "Are you ready?" he asked, sitting at the top with Dean between his legs, holding him with both arms. When Dean nodded, Sam pushed himself forward.

"WOOHOOOOO!" screamed Dean, putting his arms in the air as they slid down the long slide.

As soon as they reached the bottom, Dean ran over to his uncle and his dog to stroke Zeppelin. The little dog got excited again at seeing his best friend, jumping up at him and licking his cheeks as if he hadn't seen him for a week.

After spending a few minutes being licked and nuzzled, Dean stood up, and took his brother's hand. "Sammy, go again?"

"Sure, kiddo. Come on." The brothers went down the slide a few more times, before Dean decided to go on the climbing frame. It was even higher than the other one, but it didn't bother Dean- he wasn't afraid of heights and climbed all the way to the top.

"ME'S GIANT!" yelled Dean with both arms above his head as he celebrated. After spending several minutes wandering the huge climbing frame, he walked carefully to the edge. "SAMMY GET ME!"

Sam smiled, and walked over to help Dean get down from the top of the climbing frame. "Off you get," he said, placing his brother on the floor.

Dean started walking away to find something else to play on, but one of the older boys stood in-front of him. The kid didn't say anything, he just glared at Dean hatefully, before he pushed him over for no reason.

"HEY!" yelled Sam and Bobby, running over to the fallen Winchester. Bobby had to pull Zeppelin back when he started to go for the kid who had hurt his best friend.

Sam helped his brother stand up, and stroked his fingers down his freckled cheek. "Are you okay?"

Dean nodded, and stepped closer to the horrible boy until he was right in-front of him. He raised up onto his tiptoes, then to the surprise of everyone, he punched the other kid as hard as he could, knocking him down.

"OW!" cried the kid, putting his hand over his nose, which was bleeding slightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked a woman, running over to them.

"He started it," Sam told her, pointing to the other kid, who was looking at up Dean with a frightened expression.

She glared at Dean- the expression almost identical to the boy, which told them she was his mother. "We're going home. Get in the car, Carl," she said, and pulled her son to his feet. She started walking away as fast as she could, while her son ran to catch up.

Sam knelt beside Dean, and hugged him. "That was so amazing, Dean," he said, proud that he had stuck up for himself against a bully.

"Good one, little man."

Zeppelin started barking, and lunging forward, so Bobby let go of the lead slightly, so he could go to Dean.

"Hiya Zeppin." Dean sat down next to Sam, and stroked his dog.

Zeppelin jumped onto Dean's legs, and started sniffing and licking his face, making sure he was okay. "Aw, me's 'kay, Zeppin." He looked over, and saw the field that Bobby had mentioned on the other side of the park, and looked up at his brother. "Sammy. Zeppin walk dere?"

"Yeah, sure kiddo. Are you sure you've finished here?"

Dean looked around first to see if there was anything else he wanted to go on. "Ooh ooh. Go dat?" he asked, pointing to the seesaw.

Sam took his brother's hand, and walked him over. After helping Dean onto one side, he sat on the other, using both legs to push up slightly so Dean went down.

"We's up. We's down," said Dean, giggling happily as Sam used his legs to control the rides movements.

After they had finished, the little family walked Zeppelin over to the field. When they reached the grassy area, Dean took the lead from Bobby, and ran with his dog.

Bobby opened the bag he was carrying, and pulled out a little ball he had brought with them. "Hey, little man."

Dean came to a stop, and looked over his shoulder to see what Bobby had shouted him for. He smiled when he saw the ball, and ran to his uncle and brother.

There were no other dogs around, so Bobby let Zeppelin off the lead since the dog was already well trained, because Bobby took him out into the yard a couple of times a week.

Dean threw the ball to Sam, who threw it to Bobby. Zeppelin was running wherever the ball went. When Dean threw the ball to Zeppelin, he rolled it with his nose back to Dean.

"You's cever, Zeppin," said Dean happily, running around and kicking his ball to Zeppelin, who barked excitedly beside him.

After playing for almost an hour, Sam and Bobby decided to take Dean to get ice cream from the truck parked across the street.

As they walked out of the park, Dean started talking excitedly. "Dat fun, in't it Unca Bee-bee and Sammy?"

"Yeah, little man. I can't believe ya punched a kid that was at least two years older than ya," said Bobby, chuckling.

Dean started pouting, thinking he was in trouble. "He hitted me first."

"We know, kiddo. That's why we're proud of you. You stuck up for yourself against a horrible bully," said Sam, smiling down at his brother's face.

When they got to the ice cream truck, Dean tugged on his brother's sleeve to get his attention. "Zeppin have ice ceem?"

Sam rolled his eyes fondly, and nodded. "Four please," he told the ice cream man.

When they got their ice creams, the little family walked over to sit down on one of the benches. Sam put his clean handkerchief on the seat, and put Zeppelin's ice cream on it so he could eat it.

As Sam watched his brother eating his ice cream and rambling about his favourite rides, he couldn't help but think, 'At least this trip to the park ended better than the last time.'

TBC

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