A/N: I apologize for the WAY late update. I really put my foot in my mouth writing four multi-chaptered stories. Me getting a job didn't help much either. And I'm still in high school...yeah I'm making excuses aren't I? Sorry. I'm still working on my other stories god willing I get them posted Asap. Here's chapter 2 I don't know if Metallica was out when Dean was four but I put it in here anyway. Enjoy!

"Dean could you please watch Sam for a minute while I do this load of laundry?" Mary asked, struggling with a huge basket of clothes.

Looking from Sam to his mother, Dean smiled.

"Of course mommy." he said, giving her a huge smile. Mary smiled back.

"That's my boy." she commended, and headed downstairs. Assured that she was gone, Dean turned his attention to Sam.

"Wake up bitch." he commanded, his voice angry and low. As if he expected Dean's company, Sam turned to face him without protest.

Watch your mouth. he yawned, then offered Dean a sheepish smile. Dean was not amused.

"Enjoy a nice nap Sammy?" he sneered, feeling a little better when "Sammy" drew a look of disgust from his little brother.

The name's Sam wise ass. Dean shook his head like a teacher speaking to a student who was way off base about the lesson.

"Actually, your name is Samuel. Dad just calls you Sam for short. Me being the bestest most popular brother that I am, will call you 'Sammy.' My cute, chubby-cheeked Sammy." Dean cooed, tickling Sam underneath the chin. With all the strength that he could muster, which was none seeing as how he was just about two weeks old, Sam turned his face away.

Stop touching me or I will call you a jerk the rest of my life. Dean laughed.

"And I'll call you a bitch, thatand Sammy." he promised.

fuck! Dean frowned.

"You've been hearing daddy argue with Uncle Bobby too much. Cursing is NOT the Christian way." Dean said seriously.

You curse. Dean shrugged.

"Actually-you're wrong again Sammy. I've only called you a bitch. Mommy calls daddy a bitch all the time and he doesn't tell her to watch her mouth. When she 'motherflucker' he told her 'don't swear' so ha! Besides, I'm the oldest so I do what I want." he explained.

One-It's SAM. Two-that had to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You're going to hell.

"I am not going to hell!" Dean yelled furiously. Sam did something between a laugh and a snort.

If you say so...

"I am not going to hell! Not even if you paid me!" Dean yelled louder, his face getting redder by the minute.

Well there goes my second plan-

"Shut up! You're just a stupid little baby! What do you know! Can you see my future? Do you know what I'm going to do before I do it?!" the rational side of Dean told him to quiet down. But the angry side of Dean said to keep fighting. And it seemed like more often than not his angry side seemed to win.

"Dean? Everything OK?" Mary called from downstairs. Like magic, her voice calmed Dean down.

"Yes mommy we're fine!" he called back. Turning his attention back to Sam, Dean took a long, calming breath. "Nice try Sammy boy." he congratulated. "You had me going for a minute."

I aim to please...

"No you don't. Because if you did, you wouldn't be such a brat half the time." Dean growled. The look Sam gave him was pure innocence.

you started this whole thing-

"And you don't want me to finish it." Dean warned.

Please. You couldn't 'finish' a conversation. Dean's eyes grew wide.

"Well. Aren't YOU a smart little pipsqueak." Sam smiled. "Of course, I'm smarter." he went on, walking to the toy chest. Little Sam eyed him warily.

What are you doing?

Dean laughed, evil shining in his four year old eyes. Reaching into the toy chest, he pulled out a medium-sized teddy bear. "Say goodbye to Mr. piggles." he laughed deviously.

Sam didn't even try to hide the look of terror on his face.

Don't. Please. Dean just stared blankly at him, then turned his attention back to the bear.

"Maybe I'll rip off an arm first..."

Dean...

"Or rip out his eyes..."

Dean.

"Or maybe tomorrow Tony and me will roast him at our boyscout cookout."

DEAN! Dean faced his little brother.

"Maybe now you'll learn a little respect." he said seriously. Without the slightest hint of remorse, he grabbed hold of the fragile bear's arm. Before he could do anything, Sam let out an earth shattering cry. Prepared this time, Dean shoved a bottle into his mouth. Mary had already heard Sam's cry and abrupt silence, so she came up the stairs to investigate.

"What's going on?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing Dean.

"Nothing Mommy. I just think Sammy's hungry." Dean answered without missing a beat.

"Sammy?" Mary raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah. What's wrong with 'Sammy?' I think it's a good nickname." Dean said somewhat indignantly. "You and daddy got to name him, why can't I?"

Mary laughed. "True. Why can't you?" she asked, ruffling his hair with affection. "Still, It should be Sammie, not 'Sammy.'" she suggested.

"Yuck mommy" was Dean's only reply. Reaching over to pick up Sam, the bottle slipped out of his mouth, causing him to resume crying.

"I think you're right Dean, he sounds hungry. Wow he can scream can't he?" Taking Sam and rocking him back and forth, Mary attempted to calm him down.

I-swear-to-god-if-you-hurt-that-bear-it'll-be-the-last-thing-you-ever-do-just-try-me-I-dare-you

"Ssh Sam-"

"SAMMY MOM!"

"Sammy..." Sam cried louder. Mary placed a bottle into his mouth, silencing him instantly. "You did good Dean. I'm going to put Sam to sleep so go play in your room until I finish dinner OK?" Dean nodded. Mary didn't even notice him taking the bear with him.

"Bobby," John Winchester said while working on his car, " I think my boys hate each other." Bobby laughed.

"Having two kids too tough for you already?" he asked. John shook his head.

"No not really. But, I don't think Dean's too keen on being a big brother." he stated thoughtfully, tossing a screwdriver into his toolbox.

"How do you figure?" Bobby was curious now. John pointed towards his porch, where Mary was gingerly placing Sam into Dean's arms. Dean looked less than pleased. Catching John and Bobby staring, Mary waved. John waved back while Bobby nodded politely.

"You're such a wuss John."

"I am not. When you find the one woman you can't live without..."

"You become a wuss." Bobby finished for him.

"Whatever." John grumbled, then turned his attention back to his car. Suddenly a sickening sploosh could be heard, then Dean screaming at the top of his lungs. When Mary picked up Sam, it was evident what Dean was screaming about.

"Shit. I just brought Dean that Metallica shirt. It's his favorite." John sighed.

"Well John...from the looks of it, it seems as if Sam isn't so keen on having Dean be his big brother." Bobby observed, watching Dean turn red and begin crying.

"It's ok Dean. I'll put it in the washer..." Mary was saying. John shook his head. It was time to have a talk with his boys.

A/N: And any ideas? I feel really bad for Sam right now so I'm thinkin on how to help him a little. Unless you think Dean should get the upper hand? Thanks for reading reviews are like an energy drink!