Sorry, it has taken me a while to update. I lost my notebook and just found it last night.
Also special thanks to Ember for the favorite!
Sam is 5 in this and Dean is 9
They're not mine *sniff*
All mistakes are mine and this hasn't seem a beta.
"Don't let go!" Gripping the handle bars, Sam looks to make sure Dean is still holding on like he promised.
"Eyes forward." Dean barks out as Sam wobbles on the bike.
"My hands are sweaty."
"Of course they are. Its summer. Keep pedaling. I'm not letting go."
"But De! What if they slip?"
"They won't." Huffing Dean tells Sam to stop and balances the bike while Sammy rubs his hands on his shorts. "You're never going to learn if you keep stopping."
"But-"
"Do you want to learn or no?"
"Yes."
"Then lets go. You're doing great." Turning the handle bar Dean points them back towards the house. "Faster! Keep going." Jogging a bit Dean slowly lets go of the seat. Hand hovering in case Sammy starts to lose his balance.
"Are you still holding?"
"Yep." Dean flexes the hand that is next to Sams on the handle bar; hoping Sam doesn't try and look behind him. "You're doing great. We're going to turn again. Keep pedaling." Hand back on the seat, he gently turns them as Sam smiles up at Dad and Bobby.
"Good job Sam!" We hear Bobby holler. Glancing up Dean sees John's nose buried in his journal.
Later as Dean is cleaning the cut on Sams knee he smiles and wipes the lone tear that slides down Sammy's face. "You did good today, Baby Boy."
"I fell."
"Yeah but I bet that before we leave on Friday, you'll be a pro."