The next morning, Bobby was awake even before the boys. He lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the day ahead.
What could they do today?
He got out of bed quietly and padded over to the window-blue sky and bright yellow sun. He smiled as the rays his face. Moments like this, he was glad to be alive.
A shrill cry broke through his thoughts, and he chuckled as he recognised the cries to come from Sam, and he wondered into the boy's room and switched on the light.
Rumsfeld was still fast asleep, his body curled around the high legs of Dean's bed, his head resting against one of the legs of Sam's bed.
'Good boy...' Bobby ruffled his pet's ear, before addressing Sam.
The little boy was squirming in his cot, his legs kicking and his face bright red, his unruly mop of brown hair falling into his eyes.
'What's up with you?' Bobby chuckled, picking Sam up and holding the screaming boy close to his chest. He shushed and rubbed comforting circles on Sam's back, and started to whistle incoherently, just as his mother had done when he was younger-well, what she told him she did.
Sam hiccoughed into his chest and gurgled, his little fingers trying to find a hold in Bobby's shirt.
'You little tyke-you just wanted a hug, didn't ya?' Bobby cooed, gently rocking Sam back and forth, trying to soothe him even more.
He cast his eyes over to his brother; Dean was still fast asleep, the little boy laying on one hand, his body curled up into itself.
'Bless...' Bobby smiled, before he looked down at Sam, who was now staring up at him, his large brown eyes wide and staring, his face now smiling.
'Well, seeing as your brother is being a lazy-head this morning, shall we get some breakfast now?' Bobby asked. He chuckled as Sam still stared at him blankly, and he started to tiptoe out the room.
As soon as he made it to the door, he heard Dean start to moan and cry out.
He looked down at Sam, and in a very serious voice he said. 'He heard you leaving, didn't he?'
Sam chuckled and hooked one of his tiny fingers on the bristles on Bobby's face, laughing as Bobby pretending to growl and chew on his finger.
'C'mon, let's go get ya bro' he said happily, and he crossed the room again and looked down at a very much awake Dean, who was looking up at Bobby with a very brooding expression on his face. Bobby would even go to say so far as a pout was beginning to form on his lips.
'Something up kid?' Bobby chuckled, and he tickled under Dean's chin to make him laugh before picking him up and holding him next to his brother.
Sam yelled in delight at being so close to Dean, and he immediately flung himself at Dean, the older boy smiling at Sam like an old friend.
Bobby grinned and shook his head. 'Some things never change...' he muttered to himself, and he carted the two boys down the stairs and gently sat them both on the sofa.
He turned to get the boys breakfast, and as he started to make his way to the kitchen to fix up their food he heard a short cry from Sam before he descended into giggles.
He turned and looked quizzically at them, and had to laugh- Sam had propelled himself forwards and was now lying spread-eagled on Dean's legs. The older boy didn't seem to mind; he was running his small fingers through Sam's hair, his face bent right down as if he was studying his brother's head.
Bobby grinned and turned back to the kitchen, and pretty soon he had their breakfast ready for them, and he walked back to the Winchesters for the war that was feeding time.
After he had fed both the boys and got them dressed, Bobby decided that the weather was nice enough for a walk outside. He would take them down the lane that ran adjacent to his scrap-yard, and show them the small stream that ran down the middle of it; that was his favourite part of living here, the serenity of having somewhere completely of his own, where he could sit and process the days event. Even the old Sam and Dead didn't know about that place.
'You ready?' he asked, grinning down at the two boys in their outdoor coats.
Dean looked downright adorable in his red coat and hat, his little yellow wellington boots completing his look. Oh if Bobby had thought of buying a camera...
Sam looked cute too, in is baby blue all-in-one, his little black booties kicking up in the air.
Bobby would have to at least carry Sam around, but he was going to see if Dean could walk once he got down there.
'Right, let us a go...' he chuckled, whistling to Rumsfeld. He would take him out too, save him being out in the dark later on.
Rumsfeld bounded down towards him and stopped short of the boys, his tail wagging in anticipation.
'Good boy-stay close, I can't see to you and the boys, ok?' he asked.
Rumsfeld whined a little, and Bobby took that as a yes.
'Good!' he said, and he scooped up both boys and walked to the door.
As they walked out, the crisp wind flapped Bobby's hair around, but it was a nice enough walk down to his field with the stream, and soon they had arrived, Rumsfeld running eagerly in the wide open space.
The sun was now shining high in the sky, and the air had seemed to warm slightly.
Bobby had brought along a small bag, and from it he produced a thick blanket. He unfolded it and laid it out on the grass, before picking Sam quickly up from the grass and gently setting him down.
'You ok sitting there?' he asked, ruffling Sam's hair. Sam seemed content enough; he grinned at Bobby, clapping his hands with happiness.
'That's what I like to hear!' Bobby chuckled, before he looked at the other Winchester in his arms.
'Now. Do you wanna learn how to walk?' he asked him, bringing his nose forward and touching the tip of it on Dean's nose.
Dean giggled and put both his hands on Bobby's face, pressing their faces together.
'I'm taking that as a yes, ok?' Bobby whispered, before he pressed a kiss on Dean's forehead, smiling as Dean giggled again.
He walked with Dean a little way away from Sam and his blanket, before turning and placing him standing up on the soft ground.
'Ok, now we're gonna do this real slow, okay? You just hold my hands tight, I'll do the work' he instructed, smiling down at Dean.
He could already see that Dean was concentrating; he could just see the tip of his little tongue sticking out.
'Right-one foot in front of the other, that's how we big'uns do it, alright?' he looked up at Sam.
The little boy was staring at the grass, mesmerised by a beetle that was crawling along a blade of it.
Bobby smiled as Dean let out an indignant shout. 'Ok, I haven't forgotten!' he said and he gently walked forwards on one leg, causing Dean to do the same.
'Atta boy!' Bobby cooed as Dean took a little teetering step forwards. The little boy let out a little giggle, before he concentrated again as Bobby one again walked forwards.
'One more...' he said, and he felt a whoosh of pride well up as Dean took another faltering step.
He guessed as the boy was growing faster than normal he would learn how to walk faster, and sure enough, as he let go of one hand and continued to slowly walk, Dean kept walking confidently, his steps getting more even and less shaky.
He was walking.
'You seeing this Sam?' Bobby called gleefully to the little boy on the carpet. He laughed as he saw Sam had nodded off, his little face resting on his shoulder.
'I guess your brother don't care about you walking, Dean!' he joked, before he picked Dean up and threw him into the air, laughing as Dean giggled and threw his arms up.
'Your dad would be so proud-'he stopped himself. Why had he said that? He didn't know-but he sure felt proud right now.
Dean yelled out again, and Bobby obliged, throwing him back up in the air with a roar of happiness.
'Here's the helicopter!' he yelled, moving Dean so he was face down, like he was swimming, and he began to run around and move him up and down making engine noises, whirling Dean around as the little boy laughed.
After a while, when Bobby was puffed out, and the sun was getting too strong for his liking for Sam to be out, he called time on their game, pulling Dean once again to his chest, cuddling him close.
'Good game kid' he smiled, nuzzling his hair.
Dean grinned and patted Bobby's head, giggling.
'We should get back, it's nearly feeding time again!' he smiled.
As he gently picked Sam up again and called to Rumsfeld, he felt like he had ran a thousand miles, but he had had the best afternoon ever, and it was all thanks to these boys.
He hoped he had many more days like this ahead.
What's going to happen tomorrow? Find out in the next chapter!
Now a question for you all...do you want to see Sam and Dean's teenage years, or would you be happy with just this time in their lives and then for them to turn back into adults?
I have lots of ideas for older children, but I was wondering about what you would like ^^
Please review and let me know, and of course to tell me how you found this chapter!
Thank you for reading!
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