Chapter 2
Dean smirked slightly as he quietly crept his way towards his unsuspecting prey. His smirk turned into a grin as he raised his weapon above his head and swung down hitting his victim.
"Dean stop."
"No way Sammy it's time to get," Dean said as he continued to hit his little brother with his pillow. Sam grabbed his pillow and hit Dean in the side. "Oh so that's how it's gonna be." Dean threw his pillow at Sam's head and then started to tickle his little brother into submission.
"O-okay, ha ha, you win Dean. You win!"
"Of course I win. I'm the older brother so I'll always win at everything."
"Not when I'm taller than you, then I'll win."
"Not gonna happen Sammy boy, not gonna happen. Now common get up. It's time for breakfast. Dad probably made pancakes."
"Pancakes? Do you really think he did?"
"If not Uncle Bobby probably did." It was a tradition that when they stayed at Pastor Jim's that there would always be pancakes in the mornings. "I'll race ya."
The sound of laughter and running was heard in the kitchen as Sam and Dean raced in. "See Sammy what did I say the older brother always wins."
"Just 'cause you cheated."
"I did no such thing."
"You started running before me."
"Not my fault you're slow."
"You boys going to eat or are me and Bobby gonna have to eat all these pancakes," John cut in with an amused smile.
"Yay pancakes," Sam cheered as his dad put a plate in front of him.
"Eat up Sammy." John turned toward Dean to see the syrup float in front of the ten year old. "Dean what did I tell you about using your powers inside."
"Sorry Dad, it's just I never get to use them 'cause we're always inside or there are too many people around or you're not with me."
"Okay Dean how about you and me go find a nice spot where you can practice all you want."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Just you and me?"
"If that's what you want."
"What about Sammy?"
John turned to his youngest to see an emotion to brief to identify pass through his eyes and then make a face. "I don't wanna go."
"I think that Sam wants to stay here and keep Uncle Bobby company."
"Hey Uncle Bobby will you teach me some more Latin while they're gone."
"Sure thing Sammy."
"Sammy if you wanna go you can," Dean said studying his little brother.
"No that's okay. You and Daddy can go. I'll stay here."
"If you're sure."
"I am."
Bobby and John raised their eyebrows at the strange conversation. Why would Dean think Sam wanted to go when he just said that he didn't?
After Breakfast Dean and John headed out to find a secluded spot on the property so that Dean could practice his telekinesis. Bobby and Jim pulled out some books for Sam after he got bored with his Latin lessons two hours later.
"So Sam, how's it goin," Bobby asked the five year-old reading a book that was as big as he was. It never ceased to amaze Bobby, or any or the other people who knew him, how smart Sam was.
"Do you wanna play with me? I'm bored."
"If you wanted to play why didn't you go with your daddy and Dean?"
"Dean didn't want me to go."
"He said that you could," Bobby said looking a little confused. "Why would he say that if he didn't want you there?"
"He said that so he wouldn't hurt my feelings. He didn't want me to go, he wanted to spend some time with just Daddy and that's okay."
"Oh and how do you know that?"
"I just do."
Bobby raised any eyebrow at the little boy. Sam just giggled. "So what game do you wanna play?"
Sam was about to answer when a loud bang came from the front door. Bobby instantly picked Sam up and held the small boy protectively to his chest. The bang came again.
"I think someone's knocking," Sam said looking a little smug at his uncles reaction.
"Well they're knocking very loudly," Bobby defended himself while he put the boy down.
"Oh my Joshua what happened?" Sam and Bobby arrived to see Jim let a bleeding Josh into the house.
"Where's John?"
"He's out with Dean right now. Come sit down we need to get you patched up." Jim tried to lead him towards a chair only to be pushed away.
"I'm fine. So Dean's with John, where's Sammy?"
"Uncle Josh what happened." Josh let out a small sigh of relief.
"Nothing I can't deal with. I'm fine."
"But you're bleeding." Sam walked closer to the injured man looking concerned.
"It's nothing Sammy I promise." His reassurance didn't mean much though because he fell to the ground right after saying that. Sam, who was already heading for Josh, was the first person there. He took his hand and gently put it on Josh's side.
At the hitch in the hunter's breath Sam closed his eyes and a few seconds later he fell to the ground as Josh shot up, no longer in pain. By that time both Jim and Bobby were by the hunter's side.
"What the he- Sammy!" Josh looked the little boy over. He was pale, running a fever, shaking slightly and unconscious. "Sammy common wake up."
"What happened," Bobby demanded.
"I don't know. I think- I think that Sammy healed me."
"What do you mean," Jim asked.
"All I know is that I was hurt then Sam came and touched me, next thing I know I'm fine and Sammy is out cold."
"Josh what are you doing here." John Winchester had just arrived.
"John I have to talk to you."
"Wait what happened to Sammy?"
"We're not sure but we think that he healed Josh. The strain must have been too much," Jim explained while John walked over and took his son's limp form into his arms.
"Oh Sammy, you know you're not supposed to tire yourself out like this." John always hated it when one of his son's went too and became sick. It's why they weren't allowed to use their powers without any adult supervision.
John put Sammy into bed and told Dean to go wash up and then watch his little brother while he made dinner. Down in the kitchen John found Josh pacing the kitchen, bloody shirt still on.
"Josh why don't you go change and-"
"John we have a problem."
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