A/N: So yeah. Its been a while huh? Well, here's the next chapter of Because He Asked Me
Wished they were mine but.../:
Sam pulled up to Bobby's house only forty-five minutes later. He put the car in park and glanced back at Dean, who had woken from his small nap only moments before, and was now looking out the window excitedly.
"We see Unca Bobby now?" the little boy said while practically jumping out of his seat.
"We see Uncle Bobby now." Sam said with a smile.
"Yay!" Dean clapped his little hands together happily. When Sam reached the other door, he opened it and went to unbuckle Dean from his car seat when a pair of much smaller hands stopped him. "I wanna do it."
"You want to do it?" Sam asked. Dean nodded. "Alright. If you need help, just lemme know. I'm gonna go see what Uncle Bobby is up to." he said. He picked up Dean's backpack and headed inside.
"Hey Sam." Bobby said as the taller mad entered the house. "Where's yer brother?" he asked, looking for the smaller Winchester.
"He wanted to unbuckle himself." Sam smiled. "I'm gonna go get him in a minute."
Bobby nodded. "So how was it sending him off to school this morning?"
Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"God it was hard." he said softly. "I'm so used to having him running around the place all day. It was weird not hearing him ask me to play with him every five minutes or asking me if I'll lay with him until he falls asleep for his nap." he absently twisted the strap of the backpack in his hands. "Is it always gonna be this hard?"
Bobby placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed.
" 'fraid so.." Sam sighed again and looked over his shoulder and out the window. "Go get your brother ya idjit. I wanna hear all about his first day of school."
Sam smiled slightly and handed Bobby the backpack before heading back out to the car.
He looked over at the car and saw that Dean had his head bowed forward. He smiled slightly and knelt down so that he was level with his little brother.
"Hey Dean." he said softly. "Need some help?"
Dean just sighed and nodded his head slowly, not looking up at his brother.
"Hey, its okay." he turned Dean's head so that he was looking at him. "I'll show you how to get it undone, okay? How does that sound?"
"Okay." Dean said softly.
Sam smiled and set about showing his little brother how to undo his seatbelt.
Bobby watched the brothers from the window. He watched as Dean observed everything Sam did and slowly copied every movement. He found himself smiling at the determined look on the little boys face, laughing when he looked triumphantly up at his big brother when the buckle was unfastened.
He opened the door and picked up the little boy that came running into his arms.
"Unca Bobby!" Dean said excitedly.
"Hey Dean." Bobby said and led the Winchesters inside. "How was school?"
"Great!" Dean beamed.
Sam laughed to himself as he listened to Dean explain his day to the older hunter. It still amazed him that the once shy, quiet little boy that Dean had been at three, had become this energetic, outgoing kid. It seemed like a lot had happened in the past two years, a lot had changed.
"Sammy?" Dean pulled lightly on his pant leg, effectively pulling Sam out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?" he bent down and picked up his brother, placing him on his hip.
"Where Cas?" he asked. "I wanna tell him about school."
Sam looked at the blonde and then at Bobby. He had forgotten that he had told Dean he would be able to tell their angel friend about his first day of school.
"He's runnin' a little late." Bobby said, saving Sam from the long explanation about him forgetting. "He should be here later though."
"Okay." he seemed satisfied. He looked at Bobby and then Sam. "Can I have a snack?" he asked.
"Sure." Sam headed for the kitchen. "How's apple slices with peanut butter sound?"
Dean nodded happily.
Sam put him down and went about getting Dean his food.
"Why don't you go play for a little bit? I'll bring you out your snack in a few."
"Okay." Dean said and left in search of something to do.
Once Dean had left, Bobby approached him and leaned against the counter.
"How'd he take leaving your side today?" he asked.
"Hated it." Sam frowned at the memory. "He missed the bus so I had to drive him in."
"Well," Bobby pressed. "what happened?"
"As soon as the bus pulled up he attached himself to me." Sam's frown deepened. "He started crying and begging me not to send him away." his voice was quiet. "I felt awful. He promised he'd be good and never do anything bad again." he let out a humorless laugh. "He finally stopped crying after I promised I'd pick him up after school."
"Sounds like its gonna be rough letting him go for a while."
Sam nodded.
"I just hope its never gonna be this hard again." he picked up the plate of apple slices and headed out to the living room, where Dean was playing with a few of his matchbox cars.
Bobby watched as Sam set the plate on the floor and sat down next to his brother. Anyone who didn't know them and saw them like this would be able to tell that the two were as close as could be.
He watched as Dean smiled up at his brother before turning around to start preparing for dinner, the only sound, other than the chopping of vegetables, was the laughter of two brothers coming from the other room.
A/N: So? Review?
