:P Sorry if I'm lagging behind on this...I get distracted very easily ^^;
This take place between the season 1 eps "Scarecrow" and "Faith"
I do not own Supernatural or any character :P Boooo...
Supernatural: (C) Eric Kripke! 8D *bows down to his epicness*
Unfortunately, Sam's cold lingered for the rest of the week, and by the time he was able to sit or stand without nearly keeling over, the carnival was done and over with, being torn down until next summer. Sam was highly disappointed that he was able to take Dean there only once. But either Dean was too busy nursing Sam back to health to even notice, or he just didn't care. But now Sam had to think of something else that would help entertain his hyper-prone little brother. The threat of John returning the next week was still fresh in his mind. Sam continued to worry about what John would do to Dean. It was bound to be bad, knowing how desperate John was to avenge Mary's death by finding and killing the demon responsible for it.
Sam and Bobby had leafed through every book and the witch's Grimoire at least five times, though, and they still remained non-the-wiser. Bobby had concluded that it was a Wait-And-See kind of spell. And since the spell wasn't doing anything harmful to Dean, Sam was willing to allow it to run its course, no matter how long the wait. Aside from the nightmares that constantly plagued him every time he fell asleep, Dean was a perfectly healthy and happy 3-year old boy. He always had an adorable, toothy smile on his face, much like older Dean used to always have on his that would cause Sam to smile too, even if he was mad at his brother for getting them into dangerous or stupid predicaments. As long as one brother had the other, they were going to be alright. Dean was the Yin to Sam's Yang. And they'd be damned if they let anyone tear them apart. They'd hurt anyone who would try, even if it happened to be their father. And Sam was sticking to that rule of thumb very strictly.
"Hey, Dean. Would you like to go to the movies with Uncle Bobby and me?" Sam asked after looking through the local paper to see what was playing.
Dean looked up at him from his spot on the floor, near the table Sam was sitting at, where he had been playing with his Hotwheels. "Movies?"
"Oh yeah, Dean has never been to the movies before. Duh, Sam!" Sam mentally slapped himself. "Yeah. It's like watching a show on TV, only these shows are longer and you watch them on a ginormous TV screen!"
Dean's eyes widened at this. "Ginmous?"
"Yeah!" Sam grinned at Dean's interest. "And there's a new movie called 'Cars' that I'm sure you'll love."
"'Cars'?" Dean questioned. "What about?"
"Ummm..." Sam looked down at the movie info. "Well, it's about cars, basically," he replied for the lack of a better answer. "You'll see when we get there. But I know you'll like it."
Dean smiled. "Okay, Sammy! If you's says I wikes it, then I wikes it!"
"But we haven't even seen the movie, yet, silly," Sam laughed, "how do you know if I'm right?"
Dean hugged him affectionately. "'Cause you's my big brother, and big brothers are always right!"
Sam's heart skipped a beat or two. Older Dean often joked that because he was the eldest of the two, everything he basically said was right. And now little Dean was quoting that fact. Everyday, more and more of Dean's memories materialized. Sam was sure that once they all were there, Dean would revert back to normal. Sam's eyes teared up as he returned the hug.
"You're right," he whispered, rubbing Dean's back. "Big brothers are always right."
They remained in embrace for a few minutes till Dean sneezed.
"Oh no," Sam thought worriedly as he pulled Dean away. Was he coming down with Sam's cold? "Bless you!"
"Thank you, Sammy!" Dean sniffled.
"You getting a cold?" Sam felt Dean's forehead, but it didn't feel warm.
"No. You's cowogne made me sneeze." Dean sneezed again.
Sam laughed. "Sorry, buddy."
"I's okay! We's go to movies now?"
"Let me get the keys to the Impala and then we can go."
"Yay! Impy!" Dean exclaimed happily.
Sam smiled and shook his head.
No matter how old or young Dean was, his love for that classic car would never die.
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"Is the movie gonna start now?" Dean asked Sam hopefully, like he had been doing after every preview.
"It will in a few minutes, bud." Sam repeated like he had each of those times. He shifted in his seat to try to get more comfortable. His tall, lanky form really didn't fit in these tiny theater seats all that well. Dean's tiny form seemed dwarfed by them; his knees barely clearing the edge of the seat. But at least he was comfortable.
"Is it gonna start now?" Dean said a minute later, a mouth full of popcorn.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Dean." Sam scolded. "And it will start soon. Just be patient."
"Okay, Sammy."
"Excuse me," a middle aged-man with a balding head and beer gut stepped up to the aisle Sam and Dean sat in. He looked a bit drunk. It was then Sam noticed a beer bottle in his hand. "Would you mind telling your brat to shut up?"
Sam felt his overprotective instincts kick into high gear. He squared his shoulders and rose up to his full height, which towered over the guy's 5"8 profile. The drunken bastard backed up in alarm.
"You say one more bad thing about my brother and I swear I will have your sorry, drunk ass kicked out of here." Sam growled threateningly. "He's only 3 years old, he doesn't know any better. Now, the big question is why your here, watching a kid's movie, drunk? You know that's illegal, so I could just have you thrown out for that instead. Now, unless you don't want that to happen, I suggest you shut you damn piehole and return to your seat before I make you!"
Apparently, the guy was either too drunk to argue, or he was a coward. He stumbled backwards and ran off, heading for the exit instead of back to his seat. Sam smirked and sat back down, putting a comforting arm around Dean, who had been watching him in awe.
"That was awesome, Sammy!" Dean said.
"No one picks on my little brother when I'm around." Sam smiled, giving him a tiny squeeze. The theater suddenly became darker as the movie started. "It's time to be quiet now," he whispered, "the movie is starting."
"Okay." Dean whispered back then turned his full attention to the big screen, munching on more popcorn.
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"That movie was AWESOME!" Dean cried as soon as they left the theater. They had went to a 6 'o clock show, so by the time they left, it was dark outside. "Wightning Mcwean is the best!"
"You mean he's better than Impy?" Sam wondered. He decided to adopt Dean's version of Impala for his sake.
Dean gasped. "No! Impy's better! I mean's Wightning is the best in the movie!"
"Oh, thank heavens. You wouldn't want Impy to get jealous, now would you?"
"No! I's not wike when Impy is sad." Dean stuck his lower lip out.
Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder and pulled him closer to him. The two continued through the parking lot, towards the Impala, Sam keeping a watchful eye out for any potential danger.
Just then, Dean gasped loudly, making Sam jump. He then broke free from Sam and ran ahead.
"Dean! Get back here!" Sam cried, running after him. He wondered what would cause Dean to react the way it did. Whatever it was, he had to get to Dean before he got hurt.
When Sam finally caught up to Dean, he was hunched over something in between two cars. He was trembling.
"Dean, what's wrong? You okay?" Sam asked quietly, thinking that Dean had another memory relapse.
"Sammy," Dean mumbled. "Look," he pointed a shaking finger at the object before him.
Sam followed his finger to a tiny heap of black, damp fur. He kneeled down to get a closer look.
"Mrow..." the heap squealed pitifully. Sam then realized it was a tiny kitten. It meowed again, a bit louder, and raised its head weakly to look up at the brothers with sad, green eyes that looked too big for its head. It mewed once more. Dean must've somehow heard the tiny crying, which would've caused him to suddenly break away from his brother.
Dean looked up at Sam with tearful eyes. Sam's heart broke when he looked into them. "Can we helps her, pweeze?"
"Dean..." Sam began to object, knowing what Dean wanted to do. But one more look into those emerald orbs made his conscience take over him. He smiled. "Don't worry, Dean. We will help her. We'll take her back to the motel and get her warm and dry."
"What about food?" Dean wiped away the tears with the back of his hand.
"We'll think of something. But for now, she needs to get cleaned up so she doesn't..." Sam didn't finish his sentence. There was no need to put a damper on Dean's hopeful mood now.
Sam then gingerly reached forward towards the kitten, who watched him apprehensively. She meowed and shifted, as if getting ready to run.
"It's okay, sweetie." Sam murmured soothingly, hoping he wouldn't frighten the kitten away. Finally, he was able to put a hand on top of the kitten's head. She immediately leaned into the touch. Sam reached out with the other hand and scooped up the tiny creature and held him close to his body. It fit perfectly in the nook of his arm.
He stood up and reached a hand down to Dean, who took it and stood up as well. "Let's go, buddy."
Dean was silent on the way back to the Impala. He kept stealing nervous glances up at the black bundle that was now curled up, sleeping in Sam's hold.
"Don't worry, Dean. She'll be alright." Sam promised.
They reached the Impala. Dean refused to get in though.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Sam asked.
"Can she stay in back with me?"
"Of course. Let me bundle her up first." And Sam proceeded to do so, taking his outer jacket off and wrapping it securely around the kitten so that only her face was poking through. But she didn't seem to mind. She remained asleep and was even purring. Sam placed the sleeping kitten one the seat beside Dean's car seat before he helped Dean up into the Impala and buckled him in. He got into the driver's seat and pulled the Impala out of the movie theater parking lot.
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Sam watched from his bed as Dean continuously stroke the black kitten, who was now cleaned, dried, and warm. Due to Dean's persistence, she was sleeping on his bed. He had the TV on but wasn't really paying any attention to what was on; it was just for background noise. Dean was lying on his belly beside the kitten, keeping a watchful eye on her, as if he was her mother, which suited Dean's protective and nurturing nature to a T.
"Cware..." Dean said suddenly, startling Sam from his doze.
"You say something, Dean?" he yawned.
"Her name's Cware." Dean repeated without looking up.
"Clare? You want to name her Clare?" Sam realized the kitten had no name up until that point.
"Yes. Can we?"
Sam smiled genially, stood up and sat down beside Dean. He put a hand on the boy's back. He used the other one to stroke the kitten behind the ears. "Welcome to the family, Clare."
Dean looked up at him, his eyes glimmering with sheer joy. He got up and literally launched himself at Sam, giving him the tightest hug he could muster.
"Thank you, Sammy!"
"Oof! You're welcome, Dean." Sam chuckled, holding a steady arm out on the bed to keep them both from toppling off the bed. "Now, I believe it's bedtime for you."
"Aww, rewwy?" Dean whined.
"Sorry, kiddo. It's 9 pm." Sam hugged him lovingly and kissed his hair.
"Fine, but Cware sweeps with me!"
"That's fine with me, Dean. Just be careful, she's tiny and fragile." Sam instructed.
"I's pwomise I's be rewwy careful with Cware." Dean then crawled up to the head of the bed and got under the covers.
Sam stood and tucked him in then planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Good-night, Dean. Sleep tight."
Sam was about to turn into his own bed when Dean called his name. He turned back around and looked down at his brother, who was giving him a pleading look.
"What is it, Dean?"
"What about Cware?"
Sam was puzzled. "What about her?"
"You's gives her good-night kiss too?"
"Dean, the cat doesn't need a good-night kiss," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Pweeze?" Dean moaned, using his special puppy eyes.
"How do I say no to that?" Sam sighed. "Okay, okay. Just put the eyes away."
Dean grinned triumphantly. "Thank you, Sammy!"
"Yeah, yeah," Sam muttered. But he was smiling. He leaned down over Clare, who awoke upon sensing a large presence and looked up at Sam with a tiny "mrow?"
Sam petted Clare's head then hunched down to kiss her head. She responded by licking his nose and rubbing her head under his chin.
"Awwww..." Dean giggled. "She wuvs you, Sammy!"
"Hehe, I guess she's alright." Sam said, scratching Clare under her chin. She purred louder. "Now bedtime, young man."
"Okay, Sammy!" Dean then immediately rolled over onto his side, his back facing Sam.
Sam shook his head fondly. He then shut off the lamp and crawled into his own bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
:3 I just had to add in a kitten X333
TBC...