Just thought about something a friend told me a while ago and decided to adopt it for this chapter. Hope you enjoy reading.
Five-year-old Samuel Winchester could be a very pleasant child, but he had inherited his father's stubbornness and if things didn't get his way he could throw tantrums that every other parent might have given in just to get the happy child back. Well, John Winchester wasn't any other parent and would not give in. The day had started well enough, John had been home for three days now and his two boys where quite happy with it. After breakfast Dean was off to school and John had put away the dishes before addressing his five-year-old.
"Let's get you changed, Tiger. We need to get buying some food."
"No! I play cars now, daddy," refused Sammy never looking up from his game.
"You don't tell daddy no, Sammy. And you can play with the cars later, now it's time to get a move on."
The child ignored John and kept pushing the cars around the carpet.
"Sammy!" said John warningly and, after getting no reaction, pulled the boy to his feet landing two swats on the boy's bottom.
Sam screamed more in anger than in hurt and flashed his dad the meanest look possible.
"Go and brush your teeth, Sammy," ordered John and pushed him slightly in the direction of the bathroom.
Pouting Sam marched into the bathroom and reached for his toothbrush standing on tiptoes. Meanwhile John had started to clean the rest of the small apartment the Winchester family called their home for the time being. When his son didn't come out of the bathroom again, John sighed heavily and grabbed some clothes for his son.
"What's taking so long, Sammy?" asked John already entering the room.
The boy was sitting on the floor playing again with his toy cars.
"Samuel, you were supposed to brush your teeth and then come and get dressed," scolded John angrily.
"I did brush my teeth," informed Sam.
"Good for you, little boy, now come here and let's get you into some clothes to go out.
"But I wanna play!"
"Doesn't matter, now come here," said John becoming more and more impatient with his son.
"I don't like those clothes! "
"Then go and pick something else, but quickly!"
Sam dashed from the bathroom, John following closely behind so the child would do as told. Reaching the bedroom Sam opened and closed one drawer after the other without picking anything.
"Sam-my, chose something, now!"
"I don't like anything. I wear my pyjamas," said Sam defiantly.
"No, you won't. You'll just wear what I picked earlier then."
Sam shook his head frantically and crossed his arms.
"Yes, you will," said John and reached for his boy. The child however, stubbornly held his arms crossed and did everything in his powers to prevent his dad from undressing him. Even two more swats didn't change the boy's mind.
John not wanting the situation to escalate into a full tantrum changed tactics, "Ok, keep your pyjamas on."
Sammy looked at his dad startled he had never won an argument before. Thinking he had won for once Sammy turned to go back to the living room and his cars.
"Stop right there, Sammy. Where do you think you're going?"
"Playing."
"Oh no, you'll just put on your shoes, we still have some shopping to do."
Sam didn't move, so again John lifted him up, sat him on the bed and quickly put his sneakers on and tightened the laces.
"Let's go," said John and with that lifted his child into his arms and before Sam knew he was in the back in his booster seat heading for the mall.
~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy
After the delay in the morning, it was almost time to pick up Dean from school. John saw no point in getting home first so he just drove to the school where he waited with Sammy for his eldest.
Dean smirked happily upon seeing his dad's car in front of the school, ran over and slid in next to his brother.
"How was school, Ace?" asked John waiting for Dean to buckle himself in.
"Fine. Why is Sammy in his PJs?"
"Because he decided he didn't like his clothes and preferred to stay in them," explained John.
"Dean missed me?" asked Sammy who felt left out.
"Sure, Tiger. I would prefer to play with you instead of going to school," said Dean reaching over to squeeze Sammy's hand.
A few minutes later the Winchesters arrived home and unloaded the car. Inside Dean and Sammy put away most of the stuff while John prepared some sandwiches for lunch. Lunch was a loud affair with the boys talking non-stop.
Afterwards Sammy approached his big brother and asked with his puppy dog eyes, " Dean, you play with me?"
Before Dean could answer, John jumped in and said, "No, you can't play with Dean, you're going back to bed."
"I don't nap, daddy, you forget?" said Sammy even if it wasn't completely true, occasionally he would still lay down and sleep.
"Oh no, I didn't forget that. But little boys who wear their pyjamas the whole day are surely just tired, so they stay the day in bed," answered John.
"I'll go change."
"No no, you wanted to stay in your PJs now, your going to bed," with these words John picked up his youngest and carried him into the bedroom were he put him down on the bed.
"I don't wanna nap!" shouted Sammy.
"I didn't say you have to, but you have to stay in bed," said John and left the room.
"Please, I put on jeans, I don't wanna be in bed," begged Sammy five minutes later staying in the bedroom door.
"Go back into bed, Sam, you had your choice in the morning," instructed John.
Defeated Sammy went back, he should have known he hadn't won in the morning. "Well, I will stay in bed, but I won't sleep,"thought Sammy and sat on his bed pouting.
In the meantime John sat down with Dean on the kitchen table; Dean did his homework and John searched the local newspaper for a possible next hunt. Not finding anything suspicious for once, John got up twenty minutes later to check on his youngest. Looking into the room he found Sam asleep still in a sitting position against the headboard. John walked in and put him in a more comfortable position under the sheets.
~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sammy~;~Sa
An hour later, Dean was watching TV, John entered the boys bedroom and sat down beside his sleeping child. Gently waking Sammy up, he waited till the five-year-old was fully awake before speaking, "Did you have a good shut eye?"
Sammy nodded, still comfortable under the warm sheets, "I play with Dean, Daddy? Please."
John looked at his little boy before nodding, "But first you need to..."
"get dressed, I know," interrupted Sammy.
"Correct," John stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers getting some jeans, socks and a shirt.
Sam pushed back the covers and scrambled out of bed, over to his father, who held out his clothes for him. Only minutes later Sam ran out of the bedroom and jumped on his brother who was still laying on the couch in front of the TV.
"De-an, play with me? Pleeeeease."
"Urgh, ...sure squirt, what do you wanna play?"
"Memory."
Dean nodded and grabbed the game box off the coffee table. If it made Sam happy, he would play memory with him even if it wasn't his favourite choice.
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