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!!

Chapter three

'Whatcha called?' Sammy asked refusing to take his eyes from the empty corner, 'why you want my daddy?'

Sammy cocked his head to the side and listened intently, his frown deepening and a tiny growl slipped from his lips. If the situation was not so dangerous for all concerned the cuteness of Sammy's own form of protectiveness would have made the adults laugh, but for now, now they stood in stunned silence watching the one-sided conversation take place in front of them.

'Where's your daddy?' Sam asked climbing down from the bed he toddled over to the corner and stood closer to the spectral visitors. 'My daddy not like that.' He cried out, large tears falling down his tiny cheeks, 'my daddy love me and De.'

'Sammy?' Dean hurried over to support his obviously upset baby brother, 'hey dude it's okay.'

'They want to make daddy go away like their daddy did. De don't let em take daddy.'

'Who are they Sammy?' Jim asked kneeling down in front of the boy, 'do you know their names?'

'Uhhuh, Seb'stian an' Donald.' Sammy nodded keeping his eyes fixed on the child spirits.

'Sebastian?' Jim corrected the pronunciation.

'Yeah that.' Sammy nodded, 'they want daddy to go way like theirs.'

'Sammy I know that this is hard but you are the only one who can see and hear them so I need you to be a big boy and tell me what you can.' Jim said sounding gentle but at the same time very firm.

'Bastian said ... theirs daddy hurt em.' Sammy sniffled turning his big green eyes to look up at his daddy, 'daddy don' hurt De an' me.'

'No he doesn't Sammy.' Dean said wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulders, 'he's a superhero.'

'Yeah, I don' like em De,' Sammy pouted, 'make em go way.'

'I can't see em Sammy.' Dean said staring hard at the corner.

'Bastian is there,' Sammy pointed to the left side, 'he's big like you De.'

'Sebastian is seven then.' Jim muttered, 'how old is Donald Sammy?'

'Free like me.'

'Three Sammy.'

'Yeah free.' Sammy nodded his head solemnly, 'their daddy took em to bad place an' never comes back.' Sam repeated pausing slightly as he listened to Sebastian, 'they send bad daddies way. My daddy not bad, he not!' Sam wriggled out of Dean's arms and went to stand directly in front of the two ghosts, his little fists fixed firmly on his fists, 'go home.'

On the bed John gasped for breath, his bloodshot eyes wide open and fixed on the ceiling as he fought for each life-saving breath. 'No, no, no!' Sammy cried his little face turning red with his temper, 'you don' get my daddy.' Sobbing loudly the toddler ran back to the bed and tried to scramble up the frame, 'wan' my daddy.'

Bobby bent over and helped little Sammy up onto the bed, who threw himself at his father, wrapping his small hands around his neck and his body flush on his father, 'my daddy.'

'Sammy?' Dean cried ignoring his own tears he climbed up onto the bed and cuddled with his brother, the two small boys using their bodies as physical barriers between the ghosts and their intended victim.

A cold wind echoed around the small private room on the intensive care unit, branches scratched the windows outside and in the distance, a dog barked hysterically.

The two hunters stood watching the events unfolding before their horrified eyes, everything slowed down, stretched and distorted in slow motion. Sammy's body hovered above his father, invisible hands pulled at his legs trying to dislodge him, Dean fought to keep his brother close to him, but in the end, Sammy flew bonelessly across the room, slumping into a tiny heap against a wall. Dean snarled and took the same position Sammy was just in protecting their father, trusting Uncles Bobby and Jim to look after Sammy.

His slightly body buffeted as the frenzied attack continued, scratch marks appeared on his arms and face and blood spurted from his nose making him cry out in pain but he still managed to keep hold of his Dad.

Then, just as quickly, as the wind picked up it stopped and the room became enveloped in a thick choking silence. Dean lay over his father's inert body, he gasped for his breath and angry red bruises started to form around his neck.

Jim cradled Sammy close to his chest worried that the small boy was still unconscious. 'Wake up Sammy, come on show me those beautiful green eyes of yours.'

'Sammy?' Dean lifted his head wearily and tried to peer down to where he saw Sammy land, 'is Sammy okay?'

'He's still out of it.' Jim said in response, carefully he stood up and carried the child to the bed, tenderly lying him down next to his father. Brushing a stray lock of blond hair from his face Jim watched Sammy carefully.

'Boys?' John muttered with a hoarse barely audible voice, 'boys gone?'

'Your boys are right here John.' Jim told him, 'they are both here and safe.'

'No, no the boys waiting for me.' John protested coughing harshly, he wanted to push the heavy weight on top of him off and to follow the two ... which two?

'John lie still please,' Jim chided him, 'Sammy's hurt.'

'S-Sammy?' John blinked and then turned his head just enough to look down at the blond head nestled next to him. 'M-Mary's baby?'

'Yes John, Mary's boys, Dean and Sammy.' Jim looked at his friend and shook his head, 'rest John, it'll all get clearer soon.'

'Can you handle here Jim?' Bobby asked his gruff sounding voice breaking the uneasy silence. 'I'm gonna go do some research on Sebastian and Donald.'

'That's fine Bobby.' Jim said.

'Frost.' Sammy whispered just loud enough for Dean to hear him.

'What was that Sammy?' Dean asked not quite sure if he heard him right.

'Them's name ... Frost.' Sam mumbled again, a soft sigh escaped seemingly falling asleep again.

Bobby sat in front of the micro-fiche machine and reread the article, 'well I'll be damned.' He muttered staring at the grainy photograph of two little boys, one with freckles and a charming smile, his dark blond hair slicked back with hair oil. The small white blond boy sat next to him with sad green eyes and the makings of deep dimples. Both boys stared at the camera with sad, haunted looks. The caption underneath the photo simply stated Sebastian and Donald Frost aged seven and three found dead after an extensive search for the brothers. Their bodies discovered in an abandoned farmhouse. An article beneath the captioned photo went on to describe the crime scene, obvious signs of a struggle, both boys had their hands tied behind their backs and bore large finger-shaped bruises around their necks. The article then went on with speculations about a cult's so-called satanic rites and involvement in the disappearance. Witnesses reported the stench of rotten eggs mingling with the smell of blood but there were none found anywhere.

'Well I'll be a son of a ...' Bobby shook his head, two boys, brothers whose father was a hunter, abandoned and murdered. Now they haunt and entrap unsuspecting fathers of brothers who were similar ages to theirs. 'Certainly explains Sammy and Dean getting targeted.'

Quickly he got copies of the articles as well as more information on Nathaniel Frost and his children, Sebastian and Donald; mother Catherine deceased when Donald was six months old in a nursery fire.

Shaking his head Bobby gathered his things together thanked the librarian for all of her help in his research, went by the café and got coffees for himself and Jim and a juice each for the boys as well as a pile of sandwiches and a box of donuts. Piling it all into his truck, he turned and stared down the road feeling as though someone was watching him. he stared intently for a few minutes before getting in the truck and pulling away from the curb. The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled and he found himself continuously checking the rear vision mirror as he drove back to the hospital.

Sam opened his eyes slowly and immediately searched for Dean's face, heaving a big sigh when his brother came into focus. 'Deanie?'

'Right here kiddo.' Dean smiled, 'you had us worried there Sammy.'

'My head hurt.' Sammy pouted, his lower lip trembling, 'don' like Bastian.'

'I don' too.' Dean said with a conspiratorial wink.

'Sammeee feel funny De.'

'How Sammy?'

'Head hurt, an', an' here.' Sammy pointed to the lower part of his back, 'bad Bastian.'

'Yeah dude bad Sebastian.' Dean said as he leant over Sam to look at his lower back, 'Uncle Jim?'

Jim heard the worried tone to Dean's voice and hurried back to their sides, 'ah Sammy.' The cleric breathed, 'you got a big bruise there sport.'

'Big owie?'

'Yeah Sammy.' Jim nodded, 'I'll see if I can get some children's paracetamol to help with the pain.'

'Whatcha gonna say bout how he got hurt Uncle Jim?' Dean asked his eyes wide with worry and the need for secrecy. Too old a head on such a young boy. Jim mused as he went out to find Maureen or Robin. 'I'll just tell them that Sammy rolled off the bed and we didn't quite get to him in time or something like that.'

'I wan' Daddee.' Sammy wailed loudly tired of no one taking anymore notice of his owies. 'I wan' my Daddee.'

'Hey, hey Sammy sh ... you'll wake Dad up.' Dean hurried back to Sam to try and console the small child.

'I wan' Daddee to wake up.' Sammy sobbed pressing his face into his brother's chest, 'I wanna go home Deanie, Sammeee tired.'

'Sh Sammy Uncle Jim's getting' some medicine for ya.'

'Eww don' like medicine.' Sammy sniffed wrinkling his nose.

'Dean?' John whispered his son's name as he watched the two boys, they were so familiar to him, and they brought a smile to his face, Mary's boys ... My boys. But if they were his then who were the other boys standing so quietly by the wall wanting him to go with them?

'Here we go.' Pastor Jim smiled as he came back in with Maureen close.

'Oh poor baby, did you hurt your back?' Maureen said as she headed straight to Sammy. The strange lady startled the toddler and he pressed his face closer into Dean. 'So what happened to you little man.'

'Sammeee got owie.' Sam mumbled not meeting her stare, 'Deanie!'

'Sh it's okay Sammy, she's a nurse.'

'She girl.' Sammy sniffed miserably, 'don' like girls.'

'Ah Sammy you got a lot to learn.' Dean said making Jim and Maureen laugh with him causing Sam to get more upset even if he didn't understand why.

'Oh dear, this is a bad bruise.' Maureen said getting a glimpse of Sam's back when he pushed his face against Dean's collarbone and wrapped his arms around his neck. 'We really should have a doctor look at that.'

'No!' Sammy screamed and literally tried to burrow under Dean's clothes, 'no, Docs smelly, yucky.'

'Now Sammy that's not nice.' Jim chided him gently but that only intensified Sam's distress and his grip around Dean's neck.

'Dean ... bring ... here.' John managed to grunt out the words as he tried to ignore the pull to leave. 'S-Sammy.'

'Daddee.' Sammy squealed and put his arms out, 'Deanie Daddee wake.'

Sighing with relief Dean carried his little brother over to the bed and carefully laid him down on his belly next to his father. 'Hey Dad.'

'D-Dean?' John blinked up at his son with a confused look before he shook his head slightly and smiled, 'S-Sammy sh you're okay now.'

'Got owie daddy.' Sam pouted, 'Sammy don' wan' docs.'

'It's okay baby boy.' John said as he let Sam crawl up to cuddle close to his father, 'it's okay daddy's here.'

'Thanks Dad.' Dean said hauling himself up onto the side of the bed, he sat next to his father's legs and was still close enough to watch Sam.

'It's good to see you awake Mister Winchester you've had us worried.' Maureen said as she busied herself taking his vitals, checking the IV lines and monitors then she took a closer peak at Sammy's back while the child slept again. 'I don't think it is anything more than a bad bruise but I really think that you should have someone look at it. Anyway I will leave the children's paracetamol here for him when he wakes up.'

'T-thanks.' John whispered.

Bobby rushed into the room nearly bowling the nurse over, pulling himself up he mumbled a growled apology and ducked his cap over his eyes a little more. With a small smile she nodded her head and left the men to their discussions, she wanted to find a doctor to have a look at Sammy's back.

'Whatcha got Uncle Bobby?' Dean asked his eyes bright at the thought of being included in a hunt properly this time.

'Well for starters, these two little ghosties are the children of a hunter.' Bobby huffed out dropping the food, drinks and papers all in one go on the table. 'They found their little bodies in an abandoned house and suspicion fell firmly at their father's feet. Witnesses at the crime scene reported smelling a foul stench like rotten eggs.'

'Ah no that's not good.' Pastor Jim sighed.

'It gets worse Jim,' Bobby said taking a big breath he looked at his captive audience and let it all out in one hit. 'It seems that Sebastian's and Donald's daddy was a hunter, when they died they were the same ages as Sammy and Dean here, their momma died in a fire when Donald was six months old.'

Sammy lifted his head and glanced over his father's body at the corner where Sebastian and Donald hovered listening intently to what his Uncle Bobby was saying, 'you go way, you go way don' want you.' Sammy declared angrily, 'not taking my daddy.'

Dean instinctively moved to place himself between his family and the ghosts, relying on Sammy to let him know where they are. 'Pastor Jim, Uncle Bobby we can't protect Dad here like this.' He said turning to face the adults, 'they're not gonna let Dad alone here.'

Bobby, Jim and John all turned their heads simultaneously to look at Dean in shock, they were so intent on talking about the problem none of them noticed the change in Sammy's demeanour or where Dean positioned himself. 'Ah say something.' Dean proffered when they said nothing.

Sammy moved around to the side of the bed next to Dean, scrambling over his father, he wanted to find out what the strange kids were doing and how come no one else could see them. 'Where's your daddy?' He asked curiously, 'how come you lone?'

'Our daddy left us for the bad man,' Sebastian replied, 'he didn't want us anymore.'

'Why?' Sammy asked a tiny frown puckering his forehead as he tried to process what they said.

'Coz he got sick in the head, they all get sick in the head and then they leave ya all tied up for the mean man to take.'

'My daddy won'.'

'Yeah he will, just like em all they leave ya alone for the mean man.'

'No, no you aint taking my daddy,' Sammy screamed, 'my daddy love me.'

'What is it Sammy?' Bobby hurried over to the distraught little boy, 'what's wrong?'

'They wanna take my daddy, they says my daddy leave me an' Deanie lone.'

'Hey, hey Sammy no one's taking your daddy okay.'

'Bastian said that his daddy got sick in, in here.' Sammy hit the side of his head it all getting too much for the toddler and he sat down with a thud, his thumb sliding into his mouth, 'I wan' my daddy.'

'Hey baby boy come here.' Dean said with a surprising maturity to his voice, 'I'll take ya to daddy.' Dean lifted his brother effortlessly and carried him over to the bed. 'Dad?' Dean stared down at their father who's gaze was fixed on the corner a small smile fixed on his face. 'Hey Dad over here.'

'Huh?' John blinked and pulled his gaze away from Sebastian and Donald. 'Dean?'

'That does it.' Bobby declared, 'Jim where's your holy water.'

'Robert?'

'This is gone on long enough,' Bobby growled, 'give em a good dose and get rid of em for us for a while.'

'Robert?'

'Just do it Jim please.' Bobby went to the door and put his head out to see if the corridor was clear, 'I'll be back in a minute.'

Jim shook his head and went to the corner sprinkling the area liberally with holy water a blessing fell from his lips, as he worked he saw the image of two small boys shimmer into view, their faces distorted with decades of rage and murder. 'Leave us return to your resting places.'

'Aint never gonna rest Preacher man.' Sebastian hissed lashing out he caught the cleric's cheek with his clawed hand, 'shame you aint a daddy preacher I'd enjoy draggin' you to hell.'

As Jim finished the blessing, the room became ice cold, the wind whipped around them and then the windows flew open and two wisps of smoke escaped.

Bobby jogged back with a wheelchair, he took one look at the open window, the scratched pastor and shell-shocked Winchesters. 'Alright let's get you in this contraption John.' Expertly he withdrew the IV from John's arm, and then the monitors and other medical paraphernalia, nodding to Dean to take Sammy Bobby wrapped his arm around John's chest and braced the ill man as he helped him into the wheelchair, covering his legs with a blanket he made sure that he had everything before placing Sammy on John's knee.

Looking all for a family visiting a sick Dad they strolled down the hallway away from the nurse's station. Bobby grinned a little more when he heard the emergency alarm ringing loudly and the sounds of running nurses. It worked better than he expected it too.

Running the gauntlet through the hospital was not as easy and twice, they had to dodge the security guards but finally they managed to get John outside and tucked into Jim's car speeding back to the rectory.

Two sets of eyes watched the escape, twinkling like stars in the sky they followed intent on finishing what they had already started.

Sammy watched everyone from the safety of his child-seat, safely buckled in he twisted slightly to get a better look of his brother next to him. Daddy sat in the front seat with Bobby driving and pastie Jim was on the other side of Sammy. No one was talking and they all looked so serious. Sammy's little lower lip started to tremble and he slid his thumb into his mouth wanting some sort of comfort. He could feel the two ghosts so close. They were too close to his daddy and it scared little Sammy.

Dean sat at the big kitchen table drinking a glass of icy cold milk, his Dad was upstairs, starting to act creepy but he was there and safe. Sammy seemed quieter than usual but that was okay, he got scared with the spook stuff. Bobby and Pastor Jim worked so hard to find a way of getting rid of the ghosts haunting his Dad.

Sammy's high pitched squeal and crying made Dean jump up spilling his drink, ignoring it he raced towards the sound as his brother's cries got louder and more intense. 'Sammy?' He cried out terrified that the spooky kids had gotten to him.

Skidding to a halt outside the room his Dad was in Dean stood staring in shock, Sammy sat on his but holding a very red cheek with a chubby hand, hiccuping with his sobs.

'Deanie?' Sammy tried to stand up but he kept losing his balance and toppled over again.

'Stay where you are Samuel.' John ordered angrily, 'cry babies stay on the floor where they belong.'

'Dad?'

'Stay out of this Dean, Samuel has to learn to be a big boy and not a cry baby.'

'Dad did you hit Sammy?' Dean asked his gaze kept flickering from his brother to his father unable to grasp the situation.

'Yeah why the brat asked for it,' John sneered, 'he'll get another one if he doesn't stop his freaking crying.'

Dean gasped and ran to his little brother gathering him in his arms just as a heavy blow landed on the back of his head, 'get out of the way Dean, he has to learn not to be a cry baby.'

'He is a baby Dad.' Dean cried out cuddling the toddler to him, 'what is wrong with you?'

'John? What's going on?' Bobby came running into the room after hearing the terrified cries of Sammy. 'Dean get Sammy out of here.'

'No, he stays until he learns to be a good boy and not a sook.' John snarled, 'who are you to tell me how to raise my sons. They are mine not yours.'

'Get a grip John.' Bobby said placing himself between John and the children.

'Get out of my way Singer.'

'No John, Dean get your brother and go.' Bobby said without taking his stare from John's face, distorted with rage, his flesh white with splashes of deep red, his eyes wide and pupils blown in his fury.

'Little bastard should have died, not his mother.' John snarled, 'should just hand him over to old yella eyes and be done with it.'

'Dad?' Dean cried out, confused at his father's sudden and irrational hatred towards Sam. Ready to start defending his baby brother Dean opened his mouth but then clamped it shut again when he heard the tinkling of children's laughter. The Frost brothers. Holding onto his brother tightly Dean ran from the room, taking Sammy to safety before they made their Dad do something stupid.

John blinked and looked up at Bobby his confusion clear on his face, 'Bobby?' he whispered, 'dear God please tell me I didn't...'

'Didn't what John?' Bobby snarled, 'what the freaking hell did you think you were doing?'

'I – I don't know, Sammy was in here playing and chattering away and then the next thing ... you're standing there.'

'Not exactly sure John but you hit Sammy, said that he should have died instead of Mary and said that you ... John you said you wanted to give him to the demon.'

'No, no I can't have ...'

'John what happened?'

'I was fine, actually enjoying playing with him again then it just went black.'

'Dad? Uncle Bobby?' Dean's voice came from the doorway.

'It's alright Dean son, I am so sorry.' John wept openly when he saw his eldest flinch away from him. 'Dean?'

'You hit Sammy Dad, you hit me when I got between you.' Dean said his voice low and steady, 'you wanted Sammy dead, he's only three Dad.'

'Dean ... I – I don't know what to say to you.' John faltered still unable to accept the fact that he put this fear into his sons.

'The Frost brothers were here.' Dean said changing the subject suddenly, 'I could hear them laughing but couldn't see em.'

'When Dean?' Bobby asked turning his full attention to the seven year old.

'When Dad hurt Sammy and tried to hurt me.' Dean said gazing at his feet, 'sorry Dad.'

'Dean there is nothing for you to be sorry for.' John looked at his eldest son and realised just how much he relied on such a young boy, 'I should be saying sorry to you.'

'Nah Dad I was the one who should have been watching Sammy, I should have made sure that he didn't upset you.'

'Sammy ... Sammy never upset me Dean, I don't know what happened but it's not Sammy's fault believe me.' John ran his hands over his face and heaved a heart-wrenching sigh, 'where is your brother now?'

'With Pastor Jim, he's putting an ice pack on Sammy's cheek.'

'Ice pack?' John all but whispered the question.

'Yeah Dad, Sammy's face is bruised right down the side.' Dean said still not trusting his Dad enough to go to him.

'Dean son ... I ... I want you to keep Sammy away from me for a while.' He said, 'especially if those boys are here.'

'Dad.'

'No Dean don't argue with me.' John said shuddering violently, this time he could feel the impotent anger rising in him, 'go Dean get out of here now.'

'Dad?'

'Now Dean.' John snarled, 'or you a cry baby too just like your brother?'

'Dad?'

'Get out of here Dean.' Bobby said pushing the boy towards the door, 'go and protect your brother.'

'Sammy?' Dean breathed and without another glance at his father, he turned on his heels and sprinted away.

'Now John it's just you and me.' Bobby said as he closed the door behind him. 'And I aint no baby or small boy.'

TBC