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Previously on SPN- Beaming at being called the d word, Bobby picked up the wooden spoon and father and son began their first big task together.

SPN

Dean stood by the side of the house and watched his Uncle Bobby and the new kid playing fetch with Rumsfield. He didn't get it. Why did Bobby have to go and get a kid? He had Dean. What'd he need some little snot nosed brat for? Wasn't he good enough? Didn't Uncle Bobby l…

"Penny for your thoughts" Mary whispered. She snickered as her son jumped a mile. It had been a long time since she'd been able to sneak up on him.

Dean rolled his eyes at the cliché. "A penny might have worked in your day mom but that's way too little in today's economy. I think it needs to be changed to a dollar for your thoughts."

"That sounds a little steep to me but okay" Mary agreed. She pulled out a dollar bill and waved it in front of her son's face. "A dollar for your thoughts"

Dean swiftly grabbed the bill and pocketed it. "I umm, I was just thinking about how cute Bobby and his new kid look together." He fibbed, not about to cop to being jealous.

Sighing, Mary held out a hand. "If you're not going to be honest with me, give me my money back." she ordered, snapping her fingers.

Dean backed up a step. "I was being honest." He protested.

Mary placed both hands on her hips and put on her mad mom expression. "Jonathan Dean Winchester! Do not lie to me!" she scolded.

Dean's head dropped. "Yes ma'am" he dutifully answered.

Mary knelt down and lovingly palmed her son's cheek. "Come on baby, tell me what's wrong." She urged. "I can't fix it if I don't know what it is." Getting no response, she grasped the nine year old's chin and pushed his head up until they were eye to eye. "What is it, Sweetie? What's got you all upset?"

"It's the kid, okay!" Dean blurted out, unable to keep his secret in the midst of his mother's kicked puppy stare. "Why'd Bobby have to get a kid?! He's got me! Why'd he go get some other kid?!"

"Oh baby" Mary whispered. She embraced her hurting son. "Dean, Bobby didn't take in that little boy to replace you." She assured her son. "CPS needed a hunter to take S-Sam-Sammy in and Bobby was the only hunter the worker knew."

"Yeah but he coulda given them the name of another hunter that would take him. I bet Ellen and Bill would've loved to take the brat." Dean fumed. "Bobby didn't have to keep him. What's he need a kid for? He's already got me."

"Yes Bobby has a wonderful child in you and I know he loves you very much." Mary began. "But we're not here all the time. Think about it. It's been three months since the last time we came to the Salvage Yard."

"Yeah so" Dean huffed, kicking a clod of dirt and sending it flying.

"So I imagine Bobby gets lonely out here all by himself." Mary told her son. "Remember last month when your dad and I left you in that old cabin for the weekend while we hunted that black dog? Remember how lonely it was being in the middle of nowhere all by yourself?"

"Yeah" Dean muttered.

"Well, I imagine it's like that for Bobby only worse." Mary suggested. "Your dad and I called you three or four times a day to make sure you were okay. Bobby doesn't have anyone to check on him like that. He's just all alone in the quiet of the junk yard until someone calls or comes by and needs his help."

"Yeah okay" Dean conceded. "But did he have to get a kid? Couldn't he have just gotten a girlfriend?"

Mary chuckled. "I'm sure he could have. Of course then instead of one little boy you'd be dealing with a yard full of tiny Bobbys following you around."

Dean shuddered. "Don't even joke about that." he groaned.

"See one little boy isn't so bad after all." She said, patting her son on the back. Noticing his expression darken once more, she switched tactics. "Dean, let me ask you something. If your br-brother had been found and given to a family with an older boy, how would you have wanted that boy to treat him?"

"He'd better treat my Sammy like a little king. He'd play with him and teach him things and take good care of him or he'd have to deal with me when I found them." Dean gruffly proclaimed. He glanced over his mother's shoulder at his uncle and his foster son. "But that can't happen 'cause our Sammy's dead. Demons killed him and that witch that stole him from us."

Mary closed her eyes for a moment as she attempted to reign in the emotions Dean's statement set free. When she finally managed that monumental feat, she opened her eyes only to find her son staring sadly at her.

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean…"

"It's okay honey. I know you didn't." Mary soothed, drawing her son back into a hug. "I know our S-S-Sammy is gone but the point I was trying to make was that you'd want your brother to be treated nicely so that's how you need to treat this boy. He may have family somewhere. He might even have a big brother that loves him as much as you love yours. And even if he doesn't, the only thing that little guy has known is fear and pain at the hands of demons. He needs our love and support not hate and rejection."

"I haven't…"

"Maybe not with words but your actions and body language have spoken volumes," Mary pointed out. "I've been watching you two for a while now Dean and what I've seen is breaking my heart. That little boy, Sammy, is already looking up to you. He was imitating your actions in the living room: mirroring your pose and changing it every time you did. I even caught him sneaking closer to you when he thought no one was looking. It was the most animated I've seen him all day. He even smiled. But then you looked down and glared at him. That smiling little boy flinched like you'd slapped him. He scooted back against the wall and didn't move again until Bobby talked him into going out to play."

Dean's forehead furrowed. "I, I did that?" he asked.

"Yes" Mary simply answered.

Dean gazed over at the little boy. "You really think he looks up to me?" he distractedly asked.

"I know he does." Mary stated.

Dean hugged his mother tight. "Thanks mom" he whispered before turning loose. "I've gotta go help Sammy now! Bobby's teaching him to throw all wrong!" The nine year old raced over to the salvage owner and his new charge. Skidding to a stop beside Rumsfield, he looked hesitantly up at Bobby. "Uncle Bobby, do you have room for one more?" he hopefully asked.

"Sure Dean" Bobby replied. "The more the merrier! Right Sammy?"

Sammy turned his wide hazel eyes on the older boy and nodded.

"Thanks" Dean said, grinning at the tiny boy. Taking the ball from Bobby, he walked over and tossed an arm around Sammy's rail thin shoulders. "Here, let me show you the right way to throw Rumsfield's ball. See, first you hold it like this and then you…"

Bobby and Mary stood back and watched with pride as their two boys played ball together. It looked like things were finally starting to look up.