So I've decided to redo this story. It's one of my favorites and it just needed to be redone. I hope you guys like it as much as I do.
Warnings: deaged!Sam, Violence. Warnings to come as I redo the story.
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Hazel eyes blinked open a soft sound of displeasure leaving Sammy's lips. Waking up was never fun. He hated leaving the warmth. Being awake meant he had had leave the blankets and since he had to go to the potty then he really did have to get up before he had an accident.
Kicking off the blankets he let himself drop to the floor before rushing to the potty. Once he had washed his hands he went back into the main room and looked around for Dean and Daddy. The room was bright so that meant that it was time to start the day. At least that's what Daddy had always told him.
He always told Sammy that he got up with the sun so the day was as bright as the sun itself. It always made him feel nice knowing that Daddy said he was like the sun. The sun was one of the best things that he could think of. You couldn't be around the sun and not be happy.
Dean was different. He got to stay up later than him, but that was because he was older. He got to do a lot of stuff that Sammy didn't and they looked like so much fun. Sammy couldn't wait until he was big enough to play with Dean and Daddy without them tell him he was too small.
He wasn't too small. He could help them! They always sent him away though. It made him sad when he couldn't play with them. That was when Dean would take a break from playing with Daddy and play with him. It was so much fun when his brother played with him. Especially when he could get Daddy to play with them too.
That didn't happen that often since Daddy worked so much. Sammy had no idea what Daddy did, but he always seemed to be working. And he hated whenever he or Dean tried to get him to play with them. He ended up telling them to leave him in peace until he was done with the job.
Sammy hated whenever that happened. That was when Dean spent the whole day with him. Those were some of this favorite days. Mostly because once Daddy was done with the job they'd go get food and he and Dean would get a sundae after dinner. He loved sundae's. Except for the cherries. Dean got those.
His stomach growled loudly causing him to stop. He was starving! All he wanted to do was find either Dean or Daddy and go get food. Maybe he could get some pancakes and apples. That sounded so yummy. He just had to find his family, but neither of them were in the room.
Spinning around a few times he felt himself get dizzy and fall onto his booty. Tears started to fall down his face as he stared up at the roof. It looked wrong though. It was all smooth and a brown color. That wasn't the roof that he was staring at when he fell asleep last night.
Dean had told him that it was called popcorn and that if he was really good they would get some. That had been three days ago. He knew that because his birthday had been seven days away when they stopped driving. Dead was teaching him how to count so every morning he'd ask him how many days until he turned four.
Sniffling Sammy stood up and looked around the motel room again. He had been in a lot of motels so he couldn't be sure, but he didn't think he was in the right room. Daddy and Dean wouldn't just change rooms without telling him. At least, he didn't think they would do something like that.
Whining softly he gripped his head tightly. It hurt so much and all he wanted was his big brother. He always knew exactly what to say or do to make him feel better. He could actually do that even when Daddy couldn't. He needed his big brother. Where was Dean?
Sammy fell back onto the floor sobbing loudly. He wanted Dean and for the first time he couldn't find him. Dean was always around when Daddy wasn't. The only other time he wasn't around them was when he was with Uncle Bobby or Pastor Jim.
Daddy had made it one of the biggest rules of Sammy to never be left alone. No one broke that rule. Even Uncle Bobby and Pastor Jim never felt safe. Though not as safe as when he was with Daddy and Dean.
What was he going to do? He needed his family! Curling into a small ball he left himself completely fall apart. By now if anyone was around they would have come to check on him. They really had left him all alone. Daddy and Dean didn't love him anymore.
What did he do to make them leave? If he could figure that out than maybe he could get them to come back. He would have to find them first. That didn't matter if he couldn't figure out what he had done to make them hate him and leave them alone in a motel room.
He knew that sometimes he made Daddy upset, but Dean had told him that no matter how mad he got he always loved them. Daddy would never leave him. He loved Sammy and he was going to tell himself that over and over because it was the truth. It had to be.
Suddenly the young boy remember what happened yesterday. He had just been so bored! Daddy and Dean had been doing things all day and he wasn't allowed to help them. They kept telling him to go play by himself. Which was exactly what he had done. Well, he had sort of done that.
Daddy had gotten Dean a really cool Batman toy and Sammy had really wanted to play with it. He knew that he should wait until Dean said he could but he was so bust that day and they did say to play by himself. So he got the toy and went to the beds to play.
It was a lot of fun to bounce Batman from one bed to the other pretending that he was jumping from roof to roof. The toy was light enough that he could get some real distance when he bounced it. When it was in the air between the beds it really looked like he was fling!
Then he noticed that if he tossed it harder it bounced higher. It looked so cool! So he tossed it harder and harder until he lost control. He hadn't meant to do it! He had just made Batman jump a little too much and instead of landing on Daddy's bed it landed on the floor and broke.
He froze where he was as Dean and Daddy came over. Sammy had tried to tell his big brother that he was sorry, but he didn't get to before Dean had turned on him. He was really mad at Sammy. More mad than he had ever seen him and he started to yell at him and call him stupid.
Sammy had started to cry as Dean called him names. He really hadn't meant to break Batman. He had just wanted to play with it. It had been an accident. Dean was just too mad at him to let him say sorry and he really did want to tell his big brother he was sorry.
Daddy had picked up the toy and told Sammy to to sit on his bed until it was time for dinner. The young boy had opened his mouth to apologize, but one look had him doing exactly what his Daddy had told him while he and Dean went back to the kitchen once more leaving him alone.
Maybe that's why he couldn't find Dean and Daddy. They had told him over and over to be careful. That he had to take care of his stuff if he wanted to keep it. Batman hadn't been his, but that just meant that he had to be even more careful. Daddy had told him that when they went to Uncle Bobby's.
Now they had left him because he hadn't followed the rules. He had tried hard to do what they said and he did really. Well, most of the time. Accidents happened. At least that's what Pastor Jim had told him. Maybe they didn't believe that it was an accident.
Maybe it was because he didn't get to say sorry. He had tried to but they hadn't let him. They couldn't blame him for not saying sorry! Once he went to bed he had decided that he would say sorry during breakfast. Dean would have forgiven him. He had just been too late.
Dean and Daddy left him though which meant that they didn't love him anymore. It had just been a stupid mistake and it had lost him his family. Never should have played with Dean's toy. He should have just played with his toys until Dean decided to play with him.
"I'm sorry, De," Sammy gasped out between sobs, "I'm sorry."
Sammy sat there as the tears slowly came to a stop. He couldn't remember ever crying as much as he had lately. He was just so tried to crying. Actually, he was just tired. Maybe he should go back to sleep. Things always seemed better after a good nap and he really wanted things to be better.
Rubbing his eyes Sammy sniffled once more before standing up. His head was pounding angrily and his stomach felt icky. He'd normally curled up with Dean or Daddy, but now he had to do it alone. He hoped that everything would be back to normal by the time he woke up.
By the time he climbed onto the bed and got under the covers Sammy felt more sleepy than he had ever felt. All he wanted to do was go to sleep but as he laid there with his eyes closed he just couldn't fall asleep. Normally Daddy or Dean would read to him when he felt like this.
He really needed to stop thinking about them. All it made him want to do was curl up and cry more. He didn't want to cry anymore. It made him feel like he as going to throw up. That was always icky. He hated being sick and throwing up.
As he laid there trying to sleep Sammy found himself listening to the cars passing by. It always made him feel better to hear the sound of cars. Dean had even taught him hot to tell that it was the Impala or not. He could almost hear it now.
Wait… That was the Impala! Dean and Daddy had come back. They hadn't left him! They just went to do something while he was sleeping. He had woken up too early and that' why they weren't there. He was so happy that they had come back for him.
Pushing the blankets away he climbed off the bed and rant to the door. As he took hold of the doorknob he froze. He wasn't supposed to open the door alone but he couldn't wait to see his family. He'd deal with getting into trouble if it meant he'd get to see them again.
"Daddy! Dean! You're..." Sammy yelled throwing open the door only to freeze when he didn't see his brother or father, "You're not my Daddy."
A large man was halfway out of the Impala staring at him. He looked a lot like Daddy, but not… He was as tall as Daddy and he was dressed the same way as him. There was just something about him that was wrong though.
It didn't matter to Sammy anymore. He didn't care about any of that. All he wanted was his family back. Where were Dean and Daddy? He just wanted his family back. Why couldn't he just get his family back?
"I..." the man started climbing out of the car fully and taking a step closer to the young boy, "Sam?"
