WAKE UP DADDY!
Another Weechester story, this came to me the other night when it was too hot to sleep, not too sure how long it will be or where it is going, so let's just say it is a work in progress...
Disclaimer: Aint mine, now or ever but I do like playing with little Dean and little Sammy, they are just too cute!!
Author's note: I have based my version of little Sammy and Dean on my own great-nephews, Connor and his big brother Bailey, the only difference is that there is only two years between them instead of four years and Connor has big blue eyes instead of green but he has those dimples!!!!!!!!!!!! Plus I was able to download the Christmas episode and was inspired by the flashbacks.
Merry Christmas to everyone and thank you for all of your support throughout the year I so greatly appreciate it even if I don't reply to all of the reviews. Have a safe and happy holiday filled with Supernatural goodies.
Chapter Two
Dean sat perched on the edge of the bed and watched his brother napping, chewing his lower lip he fingered the bruise on his face and thought about his Dad lying alone in the hospital room.'Sammy wake up.' Dean said as he finally made his mind up. 'Wake up Sammy.'
'Wha? De?' Sammy blinked and looked up at his brother's pale face, 'De?'
'Com'n Sammy we're goin' to daddy.' Dean announced quickly dressing his brother and started putting his shoes on him making Sam squirm, 'Deanie!' Sammy gasped between giggles.
'Come on little bro work with me here.' Dean muttered fighting with the three year old's laces, 'we're gotta hurry.'
'Daddee?'
'Yep we're going to Daddy.'
'Kay.' Sammy watched his brother with a wide-eyed stare, small and slender with straight blond hair and sparkling green eyes and the biggest dimples Sammy was already a good looking little boy who could melt anyone's heart with his hang-dog look. He never let his gaze slide from Dean's face, the only hero in the toddler's mind, daddy was daddy but Dean was his hero. The bond between the brothers, forged the night they lost their mother to evil was stronger than any force known. From the time Sam could walk, he followed his brother's every move, when he started to talk he would only have to grunt and Dean knew exactly what he wanted. Seven year old Dean acted more like a mini-soldier at times instead of a little boy, who should be in the second grade making friends and learning to play baseball. Instead, he developed fiercely loyal instincts towards his siblings and his widowed father. With a too old a head on his shoulders Dean kept the little family together, watching out for his baby brother and for his father when his grief threatened to overwhelm him or when the hunts went bad.
'Okkies Sammy come on but we're gotta be quiet.' Dean put his finger to his lips and then took Sam's little hand, 'we're going to see daddy.'
The two small boys crept down the stairs and headed towards the front door when they heard voices in the living room, Dean moved closer to the door intent on hearing what the discussion was before they slipped out.
Jim Murphy ran his hand through his hair for a third time and stared at Bobby Singer a grave look on his face. 'This is worse than we first thought Bobby, how do I tell the boys?'
'What did the doctors say exactly?'
'John's in a coma with little prospect of waking from it, the thing is the injuries he sustained in the accident were minor, shouldn't have even hospitalised him.' Jim sighed and repeated running his hand through his hair unaware of what his own actions, 'he was working on a hunt that he should never have touched to begin with.'
'What?' Bobby's voice sounded strangled and thick with emotion as he thought of those two boys, possible orphans without any reason why.
'Young fathers mysteriously become ill and die, their skin grey and waxy, leaving behind young sons.'
'Oh God Jim.' Bobby sat back and scrubbed his hands over his face and ginger beard. 'What was that dang fool thinking, putting himself in danger like that?'
Dean felt his temper rise when he heard Uncle Bobby call his daddy a fool, but instead of bursting in there to defend his perfect father, he gripped Sammy's hand even tighter and they slipped out the front door unnoticed.
Sam trudged along side his brother quietly watching and taking his cues from Dean, he could feel the anger radiating from him and instinctively at the age of three knew not to press Dean rather let him speak when he was ready.
'How you doin' Sammy?' Dean looked down at his little brother and sighed, Sam had already slipped one of his overall straps over his arm and left it dangling. 'You look like an orphan elf Sammy.' He laughed at the quizzical look on his brother's face.
'what's dat?'
'Nothing, we better hurry up afore daddy wakes and looks for us.' Dean picked Sam up and settled him on his shoulders anchoring him with tight grips on his lower leg.
'Yay Deanie ridee.'
'Hey Sammy sit still or we'll both fall.' Dean felt a bubble of laughter rise through him his brother's antics could always bring him back from his red haze.
They walked happily down the road, the late afternoon sun warm on their backs, coming through the tree tops in dappled patterns. They listened to the birds out singing each other and tried to swat as many insects as they could. Sammy giggled with delight as he watched a squirrel scurried across the path in front of him, 'look De.' He pointed and wriggled to get down, 'wan' down De.'
'Hey, hey careful Sammy.' Dean lowered himself to his knees and let Sam crawl off him safely, laughing at his brother when he tried to imitate the furry creature.
'Deanie?' Sammy stopped playing and turned a solemn face to his hero.
'What is it Sammy?' Dean asked taking Sam's hand, he kept them moving in the direction of the hospital he remembered the way when Jim drove them yesterday to visit their daddy for a few minutes. The pastor thinking that they boys could see their father and say goodbye to him just in case.
'Why pastie Jim mad with daddy?'
'Aw Sammy I dunno, grownups don' make sense.' Dean glanced behind them and then quickened his pace making little Sammy jog alongside of him.
'Deanie too fast.'
'We have to keep going Sammy.' Dean said turning his head once more to look behind them, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them.
Stumbling on a protruding rock Sam lost his balance and fell on his knees crying out on impact. His lower lip trembling he swallowed his tears and managed to stand up with Dean's help.
'Ah Sammy you okay?' Dean bent down to check the skun knees and tiny stone cuts.
'M'kay Deanie.' Sam sniffled grateful when Dean picked him up and carried him for a while. 'Sammy got owie Deanie.'
'I know Sam.'
'Not Sam it's Sammeee.' Sam corrected his brother as he put his head on Dean's shoulder, 'love you Deanie.'
'Aw Sammy no soppys please.' Dean sighed, hefting his brother's slight weight and hurried his pace again, he still felt the creepy feeling of someone following and watching them. 'Hey Sammy we're here.'
'Here?' Sammy lifted his head and looked at the scary building in front of them.
'Dad's here.' Dean clarified as he put his brother down, 'okkies Sammy you gotta be quiet while we sneak in to Dad's room.'
Sam nodded his head and put his hand in Dean's his look showing just how much he trusted his hero. 'We see daddy?'
'Yeah kiddo.' Taking a deep breath Dean lifted his head, tightened his grip on Sam's hand and walked into the hospital lobby looking as though he belonged there.
'Hey you two kids alright?' A big man in a green uniform stared down at them, Dean put on his most intimidating glare and stood in front of his brother.
'Yeah Sammy just wanted to go for walk, our Mom's having our little sister today.' The lie slid easily from the child's lips, 'we should get goin' before they get all worried an' stuff.'
'Alright you two head straight to the lifts then.' The man shooed them away and watched intently as they went to wait for one of the elevators before returning to his post as security.
As the doors opened Dean ushered Sam into the lift, before turning and waving at the man, safe inside he let out his breath and hit the same button Pastor Jim pressed yesterday.
'Daddy sick?' Sammy looked up at Dean looking so small all of a sudden.
'Yeah pal but I think we're gonna make him feel better.' Dean put his straightest face and biggest smile on his face and strode out of the lift when the doors slid open.
'Oh hey you two.' The nice nurse from their previous visit greeted them as they headed towards their Dad's room, 'where's your uncle?'
'He ah had trouble finding a carpark so he dropped us off out the front, he'll be in soon.' Dean smiled warmly, his own green eyes sparkling with charm.
'Okay, well your Dad's just in there but you have to be very quiet okay.'
'Sure thing Ma'am, thanks.' Dean kept himself between his brother and the nurse as the two boys made their way into the room.
'Poor little tykes.' She sighed shaking her head, 'oh hey Maureen, Mister Winchester's children have just come to visit.' She informed the head nurse.
'Oh little darlings aren't they, that little one looks so old fashioned and his brother is quite a charmer.' Maureen laughed, 'where's the Pastor?'
'Dean said that he was finding a carpark and should be along shortly.'
'Hmm okay thanks Robin, you can take your break now if you like.' Maureen went to the observation window and looked at the two little boys sitting so still and quiet on the edge of their Dad's bed, her heartbreaking for them, 'something's not right.' A frown creasing her forehead the senior nurse went back to her office and picked up the phone.
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'Come on Dad you have to wake up.' Dean said gripping his father's large hand tightly, 'Sammy and me need ya.'
'Why daddy's not wakey?' Sam sat on the edge of the bed next to his brother, their legs touching. Every now and then, he went to pick at the scabbing cuts on his knees.
'He will soon Sammy, he will soon.' Dean snapped harshly and then immediately regretted it when he saw the big tears forming in the too-wide eyes of his baby brother. 'Ah Sammy I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at ya.'
'M'kay Deanie.' Sammy sniffled and cuddled closer to Dean's side.
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'Bobby we got a problem.' Jim yelled from the top of the stairs.
'Now what?'
'The boys.'
'Ah shit.' Bobby rushed through the lower levels calling the boys' names but the only answer he received was silence. The shrill ringing of the telephone startled both of the hunters though neither would admit it. The one-sided conversation lasted a few minutes, a very shame-faced pastor Murphy looked over at Bobby, 'well Robert I know where the boys are.'
'So you gonna let me know or keep me hanging?'
'The hospital.'
'What?' Bobby stared open-mouthed at the cleric, part of him admired Dean for having the gumption and the memory to find his way back to his father, but the other part of him wanted to throttle the child for making them worry and to go off without word. 'So guess we're going to the hospital then.'
Jim smiled at his friend and shook his head, 'they are two remarkable boys.'
'Yeah and they are gonna put us all in early graves, the two little eedjits.'
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Maureen greeted the two men with a smile and a warning finger as she beckoned them to the observation window, 'they fell asleep a little while ago and I didn't have the heart to wake them.' She said softly. Bobby and Jim stared into the room both in stunned silence.
Little Sammy sound asleep and curled up next to his father, his blond head planted against John's chest, the big calloused hand cradling him close on the other side of the bed Dean lay with his arm across both his father and brother sound asleep.
'John?'
'He, he woke not long after the boys arrived, only for a few minutes but ... the doctors are stunned.'
'Nothing can stop the force of nature known as the Winchester family.' Bobby shook his head and pushed his cap back on his head before settling it again.
'Thank the Lord.' Jim breathed, 'thank you Maureen.'
'My pleasure Pastor, I thought it was strange that the boys were alone, Dean told the other nurse that you were parking the car.' She laughed, 'see you at church tomorrow.'
'Thanks again Maureen.' Jim said before taking a breath and crept into the hospital room careful not to wake the children.
'Jim all of the other fathers they all died?' Bobby whispered standing next to his friend.
'Yes, there are no records of any of the fathers surviving.'
'So John is still in danger?'
'So are the boys.'
'What do we do?'
'Good question Robert, good question.' Jim watched as John's eyes opened and gazed around with a confused glaze covering them. His skin still ashen grey and his eyes sunken shadowed with black and purple smudges.
'Where?' John ran his tongue over his dry lips and tried to focus his thoughts, glancing down he saw the heads of his two sons still cuddled against him, let out a sigh and went back to sleep.
Bobby eventually went on a coffee run as Jim sat vigil over the small family, curious with the fact that neither the boys or John showed any signs of waking. Lost in his thoughts and random prayers for his adopted family Jim didn't hear the tiny whimper the first time. Shaking himself he sat up straighter and looked at the bed frowning. Perhaps he imagined it when he heard the whimper again. 'Sammy?' Going over to the bed he gently laid a hand on the child's cheek, warm to the touch and damp from tears.
Sammy whimpered again and stirred in his sleep as though he caught in a nightmare, 'what three year old has nightmares?' He wondered.
'Sammy?' Dean's sleepy voice came from the other side of the bed and two blinking eyes appeared. 'Sammy?'
'He's dreaming Dean.' Jim whispered amazed at how Dean could be sound asleep one minute and the next wide awake when it came to his baby brother. Sliding off the bed Dean hurried around to Sammy and rolled his brother into his arms cradling him against his own small chest, sitting in the chair he started rocking Sammy talking to him softly to bring him back from the dreamscape.
Jim glanced up to see John watching the children with curious eyes, 'good to see you awake my friend.' He smiled patting John's large hand, 'you've had some very worried children.'
'My ch-ch-children?' John forced the words out, his voice hoarse and faint.
'Dean and Sammy.' Jim said nodding, 'John are you alright?'
'T-tired.' John said letting his head fall back on the pillows but kept his gaze fixed on the two small boys. 'M-my s-s-s-sons.'
'Dad?' Dean looked up at his father over Sam's head trying to keep his tears back and show how strong he is for his father.
'No, no, no, no, Daddy!' Sammy cried out his eyes snapping open, his little body trembling with his sobs.
'Hey, hey Sammy it's okay daddy's gonna be okay.' Dean tried to sooth his brother, 'look Dad's awake.'
'Daddy?' Sam blinked and hiccoughed, 'daddy wake?'
'Yeah kiddo daddy's awake.' Dean whispered blinking back those blasted tears once again.
'They want daddy, don' let em Deanie.' Sammy yawned and rubbed at his sleep-filled eyes.
'Who Sammy?' Jim crouched down in front of the boys and brushed Sammy's fringe from his face. 'Who wants your daddy?'
'Them.' Sam pointed to a corner of the room but when Jim turned his head, there was no one there, 'my daddy.'
'Sammy?' Dean looked down at his brother, 'you see em?'
'My daddy not them's.'
'Their's Sammy.' Jim automatically tried to correct the small boy's words, for a three year old his vocabulary is already extensive, though he only has to utter one word or a grunt and Dean knows exactly what he wants.
'Daddy.' Sammy squirmed around to look at his father, 'daddy wake.'
Dean lifted Sammy up on the bed, where the three year old quickly scrambled close to his father, 'my daddy.'
Dean turned and glared at the corner, his anger pulsated through the room, 'you're not having him.' He declared keeping himself between his father and the unseen menace.
Bobby stood in the doorway watching the scene unfold in front of him, he turned to look at the corner but saw nothing.
John felt the warm body curl up next to him and felt at peace again, his head filled with heaviness and a fog that blanketed all of his thoughts and memories. His numb body felt strange to him, confused he turned his head to see the two in the corner waiting for him. 'Who?' He whispered, 'who?'
'My daddy.' Sammy declared turning his little body he shielded John's gaze from the intruders, 'my daddy, you go.'
John's breathing hitched as he felt the pull towards the grey veil descending towards him, he so wanted to go but he couldn't. Two little boys needed him, his sons needed him: Sammy and Dean.
TBC
