Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. Nothing else belongs to me, either.
AN- This is for Hotshow who wanted a back story on how/why Sammy is afraid of clowns.
And a special thank you goes to darksupernatural for the information and the idea. I changed it a little bit. Hope you like it.
Previously on Supernatural- Sammy's terrified eyes stared at the two candy eyes that were staring back at him.
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Dean looked over at the strange treat the waitress was setting in front of Sammy. It only took a moment for Dean to figure out what the ice cream treat was supposed to be. "Shit! Not another clown!" he thought. "Where the crap are they all coming from?" Hearing the gasp from his little brother Dean knew he needed to act fast to save Sammy from having a total meltdown. After glancing around and finding no where to stash the fugly creation, he came up with another solution. Raising his fist he slammed it down on the clown ice cream crushing the cone and splattering ice cream everywhere.
"Dean!" John yelled as he attempted to calm a crying Sammy.
"Sorry dad. But that thing had to go. It was creeping me out." Dean explained. "Sammy? It's okay now. I got rid of the clown for you."
Sammy peeked at the table before turning to his big brother. "Clown gone?" he asked.
"Yep. I took care of it. That clown won't be bothering you again, squirt." Dean bragged.
"Thanks, Dean" Sammy said as a smile lit up his face.
Jill felt awful when she saw the little boy burst into tears. Not sure what to do to help she'd just stood and watched as the older boy took care of the situation. Once the clown creation was destroyed she snatched it off the table and quickly walked back to the counter. She threw the ruined creation away, grabbed a small bowl, and scooped up some vanilla ice cream. Her hand paused over a dinosaur cookie but she didn't take it. She didn't want to accidentally scare the little guy again. Walking back to the table she was glad to see that everything seemed to be alright now. Setting the bowl and some extra napkins on the table she started her apology. "Here's the vanilla ice cream sir. And don't worry about the bill. It's on the house. I'm so sorry about the cl. . ."
"Don't say it!" John shouted. Seeing the waitress jump he softened his voice he said, "It's alright, Jill. You were just trying to help. There was no way you could have known that the. . . the you know what would scare him."
Jill looked up as the bell rang announcing the entrance of another customer. "I've gotta go. Sorry again for the trouble. You guys enjoy your ice cream and have a great afternoon. And remember the treats are on the house."
"Thanks Jill. You too" John said wiping the "clown remains" off his shirt. Finishing his float he turned to look at his boys. "You guys ready to go?" he inquired.
"I'm ready" Dean announced slurping the last drops of his float.
"Me too" Sammy hollered smiling at his daddy.
John took one look at Sammy and groaned. Ice cream covered his face, his hands, and his overalls. There was even some in his hair. Standing up John carefully picked Sammy up and set him on the floor motioning for Dean to follow. "Let's go get you cleaned up Sammy." John stated as he led the boys to the restroom. He cleaned Sammy up the best he could and then took the boys out to the impala and settled them inside.
Waiting to pull out of the parking lot John noticed a sporting goods store across the street. Remembering a few things he needed to get he waited until the coast was clear and then drove straight across to the sporting goods store.
"What are we doing here, dad?" Dean asked. "I thought we were going back to Bobby's."
"Sorry champ. There are a couple of things I forgot to pick up." John explained as he stopped the car and climbed out. He unfastened the belt holding Sammy in his seat and pulled him out settling Sam on his hip. John took hold of Dean's hand and walked into the store. Putting Sammy down next to Dean John glanced around for what he needed. Spotting the sign for the items near the gun and knife display cases he turned to his boys. "Dean take Sammy and go look at the toys over there." He instructed pointing to an aisle of soccer balls. "Remember look but don't touch. I'll come get you when I'm through, alright kiddo?"
"Sure dad. No problem." Dean confidently stated. "C'mon Sammy. Let's go see the toys." Dean took Sammy's hand and led him away from John.
Not wanting to leave the boys on their own for long John quickly made his way to the other side of the store. He filled his basket with the forgotten supplies and strolled over to the aisle he'd seen Dean and Sammy go down minutes before. He walked down two aisles of soccer balls and footballs before coming to a stop at the beginning of the third aisle. Peering around the corner he saw Sammy sitting on the floor rolling a ball while Dean was staring longingly at one of the baseball gloves. He watched as Dean tentatively reached out a hand to touch the glove before quickly withdrawing it. A sudden memory of playing catch with a very small Dean washed over John. "Oh Mary! What am I doing to our boys?" he thought as he continued to watch his sons. Making a silent promise to be a better father to his boys he pushed his feelings of regret aside and walked over to his children. Reaching in his pockets he managed to find several quarters. "Here Dean" he said handing him the coins. "There are some machines in the front by the door. Take Sammy and get something for both of you."
"Yes sir" Dean replied. He took one more look at the gloves before turning and taking Sammy's hand.
After grabbing a few more supplies, John walked to the register and checked out. He then trudged over to the boys and the three walked out to the car.
Bobby had just finished making sandwiches when he heard the roar of the impala's engine. Smiling he set the plate of sandwiches on the table and started filling two cups with milk for the boys. Hearing the front door slam, he hollered, "Go wash up. Lunch is ready!" He chuckled when he heard the boys racing down the hall. Minutes later everyone was sitting at the table enjoying a late lunch.
"Hey, Bobby. Where's Josh?" John asked between bites.
"Still sleeping" Bobby informed him. "Don't worry. He's fine John. He's just worn out after everything that's happened the past couple of days."
"You sure?" John questioned.
"Yeah. He'll be sore as hell for awhile but he's okay." Bobby assured his friend. "You get everything?"
"Yep. Even got a few extras," John said grinning. "Speaking of which. . .you almost through, Dean?"
"I'm done dad" Dean informed him.
"Good. How about going in the other room and bringing that blue bag to me?" John asked. "It's on the couch."
"Okay" Dean called over his shoulder as he raced into the living room. He came back moments later bag in hand. "Here dad."
John looked up from cutting Sammy's sandwich. "Can you take the supplies out and put them on the table for me, champ? I've kinda got my hands full."
"No problem dad." Dean replied as he reached into the bag. Dean's eyes widened as his hand touched one of the items in the bag. Sure his mind was playing tricks on him Dean glanced into the bag a small gasp of surprise leaving his lips. Reaching back in he carefully pulled out the baseball glove he'd been looking at in the store. Setting it on the table he reached back into the bag pulling out another glove and a couple of baseballs. Looking over at his dad he found John smiling back at him.
John watched as Dean pulled the glove out of the bag. The expression on his son's face more than made up for the cost of the extra supplies. Smiling at Dean he said, "Thought you and I could play some catch. How about it Dean? Think you could spare some time to spend with your old man?"
"Sure dad" Dean said still staring at the glove. Suddenly frowning Dean looked back at his dad. "What about Sammy, dad? There's only two gloves."
Sensing a problem arising Bobby piped up. "Don't worry about Sammy. I need him to help me with Wolf Dean. You and your dad go ahead and play. Sammy and I will be just fine."
Dean glanced at Sammy for a moment. Seeing his little brother smiling at him he returned the smile and then grabbed the ball and glove and turned to his dad. "Okay. Let's go dad."
John picked the other glove up and stood up. "Thanks, Bobby" he said as he followed Dean out the back door of the house.
Bobby cleared the table while he waited for Sammy to finish eating. Putting the dishes in the sink he stood and watched John and Dean. He grinned as he watched John's oldest playing and acting like any other little kid. "It's about time." He thought.
Sammy picked up his empty plate and took it to Bobby. "I through Unca Bobby." He announced handing Bobby his plate. "We play Wolf now?"
Placing the plate in the sink Bobby took a towel and wiped Sammy's hands and face. "Okay kiddo. Let's take Wolf outside and see if we can teach him to fetch." Bobby and Sammy headed for the door. "Come on Wolf. Let's go." He called.
Bobby took Sammy and Wolf out in the backyard. Stopping he made sure they were far enough away from Dean and John that Sammy wouldn't accidentally get hit by a stray baseball. "Okay Sammy. I want you to hold Wolf by the collar for a minute while I put the newspaper down over there."
"Okay Unca Bobby." Sammy said as he grabbed Wolf's collar. "Stay, Wolf"
Bobby walked over and dropped the newspaper several feet away from Sammy and Wolf. Returning to the two he knelt down to explain to Sammy what they were going to do. "Alright Sammy. You can let go of him now. Let's see if we can teach Wolf to fetch the paper. Wolf and I have been working on it for a while now. So far he'll go get the paper but then he tears it to pieces. Maybe we can get him to bring it to us in one piece today." Looking down at Wolf Bobby pointed in the direction of the paper and commanded, "Wolf, accio!"
Sammy watched as Wolf bounded across the yard to the paper. He snatched the newspaper off the ground and started shaking it back and forth. The paper was torn to shreds in seconds. "No, Wolf! Bad dog!" Sammy scolded as he walked with Bobby over to the dog.
Bobby picked up the bits of paper and threw them in an old rusty wheelbarrow that was nearby. Shaking his head he took Wolf's collar and led him back to their starting point. "Here Sammy. Hold him for me again." Bobby ordered as he picked up another paper. He walked over and set it down. Walking back he had an idea that just might help. "Hey Sammy. Why don't you show Wolf what he's supposed to do? Maybe if he sees you do it, he'll copy you."
"Okay Unca Bobby" Sammy agreed. Looking down at Wolf he added, "Watch Wolf!"
Bobby pointed at the paper and commanded, "Sammy, accio!"
Sammy obediently ran over, picked up the paper, and ran back handing the paper to Bobby.
"Good boy, Sammy" Bobby praised ruffling Sammy's hair. He walked back out and placed the paper on the ground once more. Coming back he glanced down at the dog, "Alright Wolf. Let's try this again." He said crossing his fingers. "Wolf, accio!" he commanded.
Wolf dashed across the yard and snatched up the paper. He tore the paper to pieces before lumbering back to Bobby tail wagging happily.
Hearing laughter Bobby looked up to see Dean and John doubled over laughing. "Shut up you idjits!" he shouted making a rude hand gesture at the two.
"Yeah! Shut up idjits!" Sammy hollered copying his uncle's hand gesture.
"Whoa there Sammy!" Bobby called as he quickly covered Sammy's hand with his own. "Don't think your daddy wants you doing that kiddo."
Sammy stared up Bobby. "But you did it." He pouted.
"I know I did. But just because I did it that doesn't mean you can do it, too." Bobby pointed out.
"Why?" Sammy asked.
Bobby pulled off his cap and scratched his head. "Well 'cause that's something only grownups can do Sammy."
Sammy crossed his arms and poked out his bottom lip. "Why?" he questioned again.
Bobby sighed. Dealing with kids was harder than he thought. Deciding to end the conversation he said the same thing his father had always told him. "That's just the way it is Sammy."
"But why?" Sammy whined.
Bobby was saved from answering when a baseball rolled over to Sammy quickly followed by Dean. Dean picked up the ball and put it in his glove. He glanced from Sammy's pouting face to Bobby's exasperated one. Deciding to save Bobby from an afternoon full of "whys" Dean put his free hand on Sammy's shoulder and said, "Uncle Bobby's right Sammy. Remember that rule that says only grownups can drive cars."
"Yeah" Sammy replied warily.
"Well there's another rule that says only grownups can make hand signs like Uncle Bobby did." Dean explained.
Sammy thought that over for a minute before looking up at Dean. "Okay"
Bobby watched Dean run back over to John. "God I love that kid!" he thought. Turning back to Sammy he said, "Come on Sammy! Wolf's waiting for us."
Bobby and Sammy spent a big part of the afternoon attempting to teach Wolf how to fetch before giving up and walking inside. Stopping in the kitchen Bobby decided he needed to finish the dishes. "Sammy, I need you and Wolf to go play in the other room for awhile. I'm gonna wash the dishes and then I'll come play alright, sport?" he asked.
"Okay Unca Bobby" Sammy replied. "'Mon Wolf."
Bobby smiled when he heard Sammy's toy dog yipping and Sammy giggling. Not wanting to leave Sammy by himself for long Bobby set to work quickly washing and drying the dishes. Once he put the last dish away, he walked into the living room to find Sammy lying in the floor fast asleep. Bobby picked up the toy dog and turned it off before tiptoeing over to Sammy. He carefully scooped the little boy up and deposited him on the couch. After tucking the blue blanket around Sam, Bobby snuck out of the room with Wolf in tow. He plopped himself down at the kitchen table and began reading the paper.
A few hours later Dean came racing in followed by an exhausted looking John.
"Shhh, Sammy's sleeping" Bobby warned.
"Dean, go wash up and find something quiet to play." John ordered. "I'm going to help Uncle Bobby get supper started."
"Yes, sir" Dean whispered heading to the other room. Stopping in the doorway he glanced up at his father. "Do you think we could play ball again sometime dad?" he asked timidly.
"You bet kiddo." John said. "Now go wash up and let me get supper ready before your brother wakes up."
Bobby rooted around in the refrigerator for a while before finally pulling out some hamburger. "How about getting the spaghetti sauce out of the cabinet for me, John?" he asked.
"Here you go" John said as he passed the can. "Want me to make some salad?"
"Go for it." Bobby answered as he began browning the meat.
"You got today's paper or did Wolf tear that one up, too?" John joked.
"Ha, ha, ha" Bobby said. "Wolf will get the hang of it, eventually. You just wait and see."
"See what?" Joshua asked as he slowly walked into the kitchen and took a seat.
"Bobby thinks he can teach Wolf to fetch." John informed Josh.
"You're still working on that?" Josh asked. "Thought you'd have given it up by now."
"Can't wait to see your faces when Wolf starts fetching the paper." Bobby muttered.
John set the salad bowl on the table and turned to get the dishes and silverware. "How you feeling, Josh?" he asked.
"I'm fine." Josh replied as he picked up the discarded paper and opened it. "You don't hit that hard John."
"Sorry. I'll try to do better next time." John said dropping the silverware on the table and walking over to the doorway where Sammy was standing rubbing his eyes. "Hey there Sammy. Did you have a good nap?" he asked as he picked his son up.
Sammy nodded his head. "I hungry, daddy."
"Supper's coming right up, Sammy." Bobby announced.
Sammy looked around the room for something to do. Seeing the comics on the back of the paper Josh was reading, Sammy happily sat and stared at the colorful pictures. He quickly found his favorite cartoon: Garfield. He looked from cell to cell of the cartoon smiling at the pictures of Garfield and Odie. Looking at the last cell he noticed a new character. His eyes widen as he realized what it was! Leaning back in his chair he hollered, "Wolf, accio!"
Bobby carefully picked up the pot of hot spaghetti and walked slowly to the table. He had just gotten beside the table when he heard Sammy's yell. Before he could react Wolf rammed into his back causing his hands to jerk and the spaghetti to spill. . . right into Josh's lap!
AN- The Latin translation for accio is to summon or fetch.