Ch. 10

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Sam awoke to the feel of a small weight on his chest and stomach peeling his eyes open he found Dean curled up on top of him. A slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth Sam ran his fingers through his brother's hair. After last night's bath fiasco Sam was surprised Dean still trusted him because Sam wasn't sure that he trusted himself with his brother.

Insisting on giving his brother his bath Sam had grabbed the supplies and his brother before John had a chance too. All the way to the bathroom Sam had been expecting to hear heavy footsteps stomping behind and the feel of a heavy hand on his shoulder stopping him. The only thing Sam could figure was one of the other hunters must have held his dad back. The bathing part had been fairly easy, washing his hair had been more complicated there had been some screaming and some tears, but Dean's hair had gotten washed and he hadn't drowned so Sam considered it a success. He had just turned around for a second to grab a towel when he heard a loud crack and an earsplitting scream. Pivoting around quickly Sam found his brother sitting in the bathtub with blood pouring down his chin. His dad must have been standing right outside the door listening. Because he burst in just as the screaming started and shoved Sam out of the way. The oldest Winchester bundle the crying child in a towel and was out the door bellowing for Mac before Sam had time to register what happened. John stopped briefly on his way out the door to glare at Sam making it perfectly clear it was his fault. Feeling totally panicked and out of control Sam ran not knowing what else to do Dean and been hurt again and again it was all his fault. Caleb found him sitting on some bales of hay in the barn sometime later.

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Sam was sitting on a bale of hay shivering in his still wet clothes from bathing Dean when he heard the barn door open.

"Hey Runt, you know Mac, Bobby and Jim were about ready to organize a search party to come looking for you."

Plopping down on the bale of hay next Sam, Caleb wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.

Sam threw the blanket over his shoulders.

"You're going to caught pneumonia sitting here in the cold."

"You can't catch pneumonia from the cold it's an infection."

"Yeah, yeah little Einstein anyways what are you doing out here in the cold."

"Did I kill him?"

"Who?"

"Dean." Sam glared at the older man for the brief snort of laughter that had followed his comment.

"Deuce, is fine it didn't even require one stitch. Mac, put a couple of butterfly bandages on it."

"There was so much blood and he was screaming like he was dying." Sam gave a small shiver.

Reaves put the blanket back on his shoulders. This time he didn't throw it off but pulled it tighter around him like a protective cloak.

"Face and head wounds bleed like a bitch you know that."

"It shouldn't have happened I should have been more careful."

"Has anyone ever told you what happened the first time I bathed you?"

"No," Sam answered, his curiosity piqued.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this," Caleb groaned. "You were around the same age Deuce is now. Dean had a bad case of the flu and Johnny wanted to go on a hunt. It was a long weekend so Mac agreed for me to come play babysitter. I gave you Spaghetti O's for lunch and you were covered in them so I had to give you a bath.

Everything was fine until I tried to wash your hair you pitched a fit throwing yourself forward and slammed your head against the edge of the tub. Anyways you screamed Deuce screamed at me when he saw what happened and I tried to wrestle you into a diaper and clothes so I could take you to the hospital. We finally got to the hospital and they put one little stitch in. Deuce didn't speak to me for the rest of the weekend but by the next day you were running around like nothing had happened.

"There was so much blood." Sam ran a hand down his face.

"Naw, you bled more."

"Come on let's go in." Caleb bumped shoulders with Sam.

Sam felt the little head sift under his hand.

"Morning Sammy."

"Morning Dean. How's your chin?" Ignoring Sam's question Dean sat up on Sam's chest and rubbed his eyes with tiny fist.

"Hungey."

"Alright let's get a fresh diaper on you and get you dressed then we'll go see what pastor Jim is cooking."

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Jim dropped the boys off at the park across the street from the church. Jim planned on getting some paperwork done and then regardless of the fact that John was going to whave a fit get Dean a few age appropriate toys.

The man watched through his binoculars from across the park as the two boys went down the slide. The little one was laughing gleefully as he sat in his brother's lap and went down the slide. The little one was absolutely perfect for his latest clients. He looked to be around two years old, blond hair, green eyes, even though the clients had wanted blue eyes he was sure once they got a look at that angelic face eye color wouldn't really be an issue. The man briefly considered trying to track down another type of client who might be willing to pay more but decided against be greedy. His clients were paying good money for him to find them a son fitting their specifications. Turning his attention to the older boy the man tried to decide if it would be worth his wild to take both boys. The older boy was handsome and he was sure someone would pay good money for him. But right now he couldn't think of any clients who were looking for a boy his age. The problem with taking someone his age without having someone lined up to take him immediately was he would have to find somewhere to keep the kid. And that would mean either having to keep the kid restrained which could possibly damage him in some way and reduce his value or keep him sedated. No it wasn't worth it right now, but the little one would be his. He would wait as long as it took for the opportunity to present its self.

The man didn't have to wait for long forty-five minutes later Sam picked Dean up from the sandbox and went into the bathroom. Quickly the man crossed the playground and entered the bathroom. Upon entering he could see both pairs of feet in the stall and hear the boys talking. Stepping into the stall beside the boys he waited until he heard the toilet flush and saw the feet exit the stall. Removing a bottle and cloth from the inside of his coat pocket, he poured some liquid onto the cloth before flushing and stepping out of the stall. With lightening quick reflexes the man wrapped one arm around Sam's neck and placed the cloth over his nose and mouth.

Sam bucked and tried to fight the man over but he was to strong and the chloroform worked too quickly.

Lying Sam's unconscious body on the floor he turned his attentions to Dean who was huddled in the corner crying.

"Sssshhh, little one I'm not going to hurt you." Using the pad of his thumb the man wiped away the tears running down Dean's cheeks before placing the rag over his mouth and nose.

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Sam's first conscious thought was who was playing the drums in his head. With great difficulty he pried his eyes open and his stomach flip flopped as the room did several quick rotations.

"What happened?" Sam groaned trying to sit up deciding that wasn't such a great idea he lay back on the cold tile floor. Blinking several times the youngest Winchester tried to orient himself to his surroundings. Suddenly everything came rushing back someone and used something to knock him out.

"Dean!" Sitting up to quickly Sam's stomach rebelled and he barely made it to his knees before throwing up in the sink.

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Jim glanced out the window of his office at the sound of squealing tires and blaring horns. He didn't know what a heartache attack felt like but he was pretty sure he was having one when he saw Sam Winchester staggering across the road.