Title: Young Blood

Fandom: Supernatural

Disclaimer: The characters used are not owned by me. They are owned by the CW and its creator Eric Kripke.

Characters: John, LilDean, Sam

Warnings: Contains spanking (though not this chapter) and swearing

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Chapter Ten

Sam entered the motel room to see both of the "older" Winchesters busily at work.

"Done?" John asked him without looking away from his work.

"Yes sir," replied Sam quickly as he dropped something that he had collected from the car on the first bed.

"Wanna draw wit me?" Dean asked, also not looking up.

Sam looked at the small form of his brother. Draw? Dean. Dean drawing.

Well, now he had seen everything.

"Um, sure. I guess so."

Sam sat down in the remaining seat, keeping Dean between himself and their father.

"I drawed you something."

"You drew him something," corrected John, still not bothering to look up from his research.

"Uh huh," Dean said, dismissing the correction.

"Sure, dude. Whatcha got for me?"

Dean handed over a few sheets of paper. Sam took them and looked them over.

"Wow, Dean. You're really good!"

Sam marveled over the pirate ships and pirates. The skull-and-cross-bones flags. A huge shark leaping into the air, taking a bit out of the pirate ship. And the last one was clearly Dean trying to make himself as a pirate.

And they were all pretty damn good. Better than some of Sam's so called art work, even now.

"Thanks, little you really liked pirates. Ya still like 'em?" Dean asked looking directly at him now.

Sam stared back. He hadn't really thought like that in a while. What he liked versus what he didn't like. Lately he just thought about what needed to be done and the ways to get it done.

He had even forgotten his childhood craze over pirates and then dragons and then astronauts. And through all those fazes, Dean had always encouraged his imagination.

"You betcha!" replied Sam as he reached over to ruffle Dean's hair.

It was funny how often he and John had taken to doing so, even in just the one day that Dean had been in this form. Funnier still that Dean allowed it, even though he grew up to hate people touching his 'marvelous' hair.

Sam could see marvelous hair in the blond wavy curls, but not in the short spiky one that he big brother doted on.

Dean grabbed at the picture he was drawing. He held it close to his chest and gave him a hard look.

"How ya feel bout clowns?"

"Not too fondly," Sam grimaced.

Dean shrugged. He took the drawing from his chest and placed it upside down besides Daddy's work.

"Guess some things never change, huh?" he muttered to himself as he handed over some paper to Sam and then began to draw again.

Sam smirked over to him, loving the BigDean overprotective brother quality that he saw even in that small gesture. He looked over to his father and saw the man glance briefly at the little boy between them with the same fondness that he felt at the moment. They shared a smile and then each returned to what they were doing.

And Sam learned where he got his art talent from.

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An hour later, Dean was squirming in his seat, trying his damnest to get out of the seatbelt. Well, get out of it without Sam noticing.

Sam was taking him shopping, but Dean saw no need to do so. He was just fine in the tee and boxers. Though, it was pretty hard keeping the damn things around his waist.

"Damn seatbelt," muttered Dean as he tugged the strap away from his chest and over his head.

Sam glanced at the rearview mirror. He could see Dean at it again. He had heard the cuss word and wasn't too pleased at that either.

Dean had been told to behave himself, or else. John was heading off for more research and to call in a few friends he thought might know something. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were to get Dean some decent clothing.

But, in the last half hour that they had been in the vehicle, Dean had been anything but cooperative.

"Dean," gritted Sam.

He watched Dean still and place the strap back across his chest.

"Uhuh?"

"Leave. It. Alone."

Dean bit his lower lip. Sam sounded a hell of a lot like Daddy just then.

"I wanna sit up front."

"I told you, you're too little."

"Daddy lets me!" Dean yelled at him, clearly not seeing how his brother could go against something that their own father would do and deemed okay.

"It's not safe!"

"Daddy would never put me in danger and he lets me!"

Sam growled. They'd been having this argument since they watched their father peel away in his truck and then Dean had dashed over to the passenger seat.

Only to have Sam fight him into the backseat and the seatbelt.

"Well, I said no!"

"But Daddy-

"NO! You stay put where you are, Dean. It's not safe for little kids to be in the front seat. It's the law!"

Dean scoffed and growled at that. He crossed his arms across his chest and glared out the window.

Sam glared out to the road before them and the few cars that were on it.

"Asshole."

Sam's eyes widen.

"What'd you say?"

"You heard me!"

And he had, because Dean wasn't whispering or bothering to sound repentive.

Sam pulled the car over. He turned in his seat, kept in place by his own seatbelt and glared at his brother.

"You better watch your mouth, kiddo!"

"Don't you kiddo me, asshole. You're not my Sammy!"

And it was Sam's turn to growl.

"Stop calling me by that word, and I am your brother Sam. Deal."

"ASS. HOLE!"

"If you don't stop, I'm going to tell Dad that you're cussing!"

"Go, the fuck, ahead asshole!"

Sam reached over for his seatbelt and as it clinked free, he saw little Dean tense up. Good. He should be scared.

Reaching over the backseat, Sam grabbed at Dean's chin and turned him to face him.

"Clean it up. Now. I'm not going to play with you. Dad told you to do as I said!"

"Nooooooo," Dean replied in defiance. He tried to turn his head away form Sam's grip, but it didn't work. "Dad said to not cause a ruckus at the store and to keep by you."

"And to do as I said!"

"Yeah, at the store."

Dean had that shit eating grin on his face, just with a younger innocent touch to it. Damn. His father had said at the store.

But, Sam wasn't about to give in. Not to a seven year old. Even if it was Dean.

"Well then, I'll just have to call him and make sure that he makes that part clear for you then."

Releasing Dean's chin sharply, Sam grabbed at the cell besides him on the seat.

Though Sam didn't want to call his father to tattle, he didn't want to have to deal with Dean all the way to and back from the store either. Or on the parking lot, in case Dean didn't consider that the store either.

He also knew that when they were staying with someone, if their father got a call, then he'd spank them when he returned. Even if they had already been spanked or otherwise punished by someone else.

Which is why Dean yelled out -

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Don't. Just, don't call Daddy, okay?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Cuz."

"No 'cuz'. You're being a little imp and I'm not going to take it!"

"SAMMY NO! Daddy'll spank me! Please, don't."

Sam gave him a thoughtful look.

"You going to behave? Stop cussing?"

Dean nodded.

"I can't hear you," Sam said sternly, borrowing a page from his father.

"Yes sir. I'll behave. I'll even stop calling ya an asshole."

"Stop cussing. All together or no deal."

"I'll stop! I'll stop!" Dean was quick to say, seeing as how Sam's focus had returned to his cell.

Sam gave him a stern look, but then nodded. Looking back at his cell, he closed up his email.

To Be Continued...

Poor Sammy is stuck shopping with LittleDean (evil smirk) another plot twist is coming up next chapter I believe, and then my FAVORITE twist (so far) is in a few more chapter. I'm still trying to think of a way to fix the twist before I write it, but it's so good that I HAVE TO add it. Enough incentive to keep reading? Please review!!!