Finally! The story is over! I was originally forgoing to make it a one shot, but this just seemed to drag on forever! Check out my other stories for a bit of Sam bullying, and I'm also going to do one about Sam and Dean when Sam was in nursery. Thanks for all your kind comments!


It had been four days since the incident with Marci. And Sam was still as clingy as ever. But Dean didn't mind. In fact, he really enjoyed spending time with his brother like this. Lately he had become more protective then usual, but Sam was getting much better and been up and talking.

" Dean? It's to dark outside!" Sam wailed.

" It's ALWAYS dark at night Sammy." Dean sighed.

" But it's TO dark!" Sam whimpered.

" Okay, what you're saying is you're scared and you want me to sleep with you?" Dean grinned. Sam nodded, snuggling up to Dean. Dean stroked his hair until he heard the soft breathing coming from Sam. He was halfway through sleeping when Dean heard someone fumbling with the door. Sam heard Dean get up and dragged him back.

" What is it?" Sam asked, eyes wide.

" I don't know. But stay here, okay?" Dean whispered, pulling out the gun from under his bed. Sam whimpered.

" Please Dean, don't get hurt!" Sam pleaded.

" Where's my sons?" a booming voice rang out, in which could only belong to John Winchester.

" Dad!" Sam called, struggling to get out of bed.

" Stay there buddy. You're still weak." Dean warned. Sam stuck his bottom lip out.

" Up here dad!" Dean shouted, hurriedly shoving the gun under the bed and out of sight. John bounded up the stairs. He ran over to Sam and scooped him up into a tight embrace.

" I'm so sorry Sammy. I should have realized." John sighed into Sam's floppy hair.

" S'okay." Sam mumbled.

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" Breakfast Sammy!" John said cheerily, pouring some cereal into a bowl. John had insisted on staying with Sam at all times now. Dean watched over, just a little bit jealous as Sam gave all his attention and love from Dean to his father.

" Dad. You go down. I'm fine, I promise!" Sam said.

" I don't know, Sammy." John wavered. Dean nodded encouragingly.

" You've just been on a hunt, you need to get rest!" Sam said. John nodded.

" I AM a little tired. I'll just take a quick kip and I'll be right up." John said, giving Sam a quick hug. As soon as the door closed, Sam made a sick noise and pushed the bowl of cereal away.

" He's smothering me Dean! I hate this cereal anyways." Sam scoffed. Dean couldn't help but feel a little pleased about how Sam felt.

" I just wanted to have some time on my own, how hard can that be?" Sam sighed.

" I'll go then." Dean said, eyes turning to the door.

" NO! I want you to stay. You were the one who knew something was up, and came looking for me. I don't mind you staying. And I need someone to get some lucky charms for me, don't I?" Sam asked, puppy dog eyes in full swing. Dean grinned. Ten minutes later John was up and carrying Sam to the sofa. He put on a movie and snuggled into Sam. Sam groaned inwardly.

" Dad, could I have some... Popcorn?" Sam asked sweetly. His father nodded.

" I'll go and get some from down the road. Stay safe. Dean! Look after your brother while I get something. I'll be five minute tops." John said. Sam glared at Dean when the door slammed.

" Its not fair! He doesn't know anything about me! He can't just feel guilty and expect me to forgive him after all these years." Sam huffed.

" But he's just trying to make it up to you for leaving you alone with... Marci." Dean said, spitting out Marci's name like a swear word.

" I do forgive him. But he's not dad anymore, and I don't like it. He thinks he knows all about me, but you're the only one who knows about me more then I do. I mean, YOU know I don't like this movie, and dads probably going to get sugar popcorn, when I bet you know I like salt." Sam pointed out.

" I'll talk to him, okay?"

" Thanks Dean." Sam said.

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" Look, dad, I know Sam appreciates the attention you're giving him but..."

" He deserves it. I can't believe I left him alone with that... Woman." John said.

" I just think you should give him some space. After all, Sam's literally only had me for his whole life. Just back off a bit. You're smothering him." John glared at Dean.

" Maybe. I might be wrong though, sir." Dean mumbled.

" I've got a hunt tomorrow Dean. A really good one. You'll look after Sam, won't you?" Dean nodded. John wrapped him up into a tight hug.

" You're right Dean. I have been smothering him haven't I?" John cocked his eyebrows up.

" No, not really dad." Dean insisted, not wanting to make John feel bad.

" Thanks sport." was all John said as he walked up the stairs.

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" Bye daddy!" Sam said, hugging his dad tight.

" Goodbye son." John said, ruffling Sam's hair. ThEn he was gone.

" Deeeeaaannn? I'm hungrrrryyyyy!" Sam whined. Dean grinned. Everything was back to normal.