Chapter 12- Knight takes queen-Checkmate

Sam felt warm and comfortable as he awakened. His mind felt a bit muddled as he sucked on the pacifier to get his thoughts and surroundings together. He felt something firm and warm next to him…it felt familiar and comforting as he snuggled closer. Suddenly, he felt a firm hand on his back as it rubbed back and forth.

Sam scrunched his eyes, feeling himself trembling as Dean let out a chuckle. "Looks like someone is waking up."

Sam stilled and felt himself blush as he realized that he was cuddled up next to Dean's legs, he slowly open his eyes and looked up to see his big brother smiling down at him.

"Good Morning" Dean smiled.

Sam swallowed and lowered his gaze shyly "G'morning", he realized that he was still sucking on the pacifier. He reached for it, pulling it out and felt the loss immediately. He pushed those emotions down and rolled to sit up as Dean turned to help him.

Inwardly, Sam cringed as he remembered the night before, actually, it was early that morning. He looked down at himself and saw what he was wearing. He lowered his head, knowing this could happen when he called Dean.

Looking forlornly at his brother "Can I please shower and change?" he asked softly.

"Of course baby, are you wet?"

Sam blushed again but shook his head 'no'. It had only been five hours and he could feel that the diaper was dry.

"I just wanted to change into…" he looks over to the table and saw his duffel bag hanging on the chair, before finishing "my clothes." Dean smiled at his little brother seeing the hesitance in his eyes and knowing that he needed to get Sam to feel at ease with him again. He knew that he'd get there eventually, but for now he could give this to Sam .

"Of course" he said walking to Sam's bag. He pulled out the jeans, the blue shirt and black and white plaid shirt Sam had purchased before walking back to the bed and placing them next to Sam.

Sam watched on warily and was surprised when Dean gave him his normal clothes. When he reached for them he stopped, looking at Dean confused. Dean guided him to lie down, Sam once again, compliant to being maneuvered and didn't fight Dean as he unsnaps the onesie before pulling it. Dean then undid the diaper, pausing to check whether it was dry, before rolling it and throwing it into the trash bin next to bed. He then pulled off the socks and undid the bandage on Sammy's right foot.

Sam felt embarrassed as Dean helped him sit up again. He sat there, completely naked, until Dean handed him a towel. "Okay Sammy, you shower and get dressed while I clean and pack up."

Dean notice Sam hadn't moved, but sat biting his lip. "Something wrong Sammy?"

"Uh, just that…I thought you'd be…you know take charge of…" Sam struggled to get the words out.

Dean let him off the hook "Oh no Sammy. Those rules are still in place, but can wait until we get back home."

Sam gave Dean one of his scowls and harrumphs off the bed, towel wrapped around his waist as he marches into the bathroom. Before Sam could slam the door Dean called out a warning. "Slam that door Sammy and you will be adding more to the list of punishments waiting for you."

Sam paused; a surprise written on his face and slowly dropped his hand from the doorknob.

"Good boy, now hurry and get showered. We have a long drive ahead of us and you still need to eat."

Sam felt his face heat up, not out of embarrassment, but from guilt. He felt bad for giving Dean attitude when he didn't deserve it … sort of. Right now, he was allowing Sam to shower and get dressed in his own clothes. He'd also healed the rash and was not jumping down his throat. He was being fair about letting him know he was in trouble but that it would wait until they got home.

"M'sorry Dean."

"I know you are buddy, now go on Sammy" Dean said, nodding his head. Sam left the door ajar before turning the water on.

Dean knew that Sam had apologized for his attitude outburst but not the other stuff, which they would discuss the moment they got back to the bunker.

Sam cautiously looked through the crack in the door to see that Dean was busy cleaning and packing up his stuff. He stepped back to the shower stall and looks around the bathroom quietly ex-haling, trying to think. He only had a few minutes. First things first, since it might be the only chance he would get. He used the toilet to relive himself of what he'd been holding back, causing his stomach to cramp. He did his business, although having the door slightly ajar made it a little hard. Although not ideal, it was certainly much better than having to use a diaper for the rest of his, well waste.

Thank god he still had that one dignity left, although at the rate things had been developing, he might lose that too. He feels himself grow cold again at that thought, but if he could get a message to Crowley, things could be over soon before that happened. He scanned the room one more time and wondered how to leave a message or a clue. Seeing the toilet and the tank, he smiled. He walked over to the shower to turn off the cold so that the room would get steamy.

15 minutes later Dean called to him, Sam answered that he needed him to bring his toothbrush and toothpaste. Dean went to the bag and pulls out the plastic tote of toiletries Sammy had packed and pushed the door to the bathroom. He left the tote bag on the sink, seeing Sam drying himself through curtains. He gave one more glance to make sure that the kid was okay for now, before walking out.

Sam pulled back the curtain and walked over to the sink. He looked in the mirror and ran a hand over his face. As he reached for his tote bag, he realized that he didn't need to shave … in fact, now that he thought about it … it had been 4 or 5 days since Dean came back, and he hadn't grown any stubble? He remembered not shaving in 2 months, he grown a really scraggly beard and had dirty hair. When he'd awoken the next day, he cringed remembering he'd thrown up, he'd been in boxers brief and t-shirt. He'd not showered and Dean had taken him to the bathroom to get a bath … wait … the dirty scraggly beard had been missing that morning. Had Dean shaved it off him while he slept? He took a step back and lifted his arms to see that he was bare there too. His eyes dropped down to the towel wrapped around his waist to see that he was hairless there too. When applying the ointment last night, it hadn't dawned on him that he was perfectly smooth.

He'd always 'man-scaped' before but after Dean disappeared and turned up a demon; he'd neglected his usual routine (running, exercising, eating right and yes, when it was time; doing a full body shave). He felt dirty or weird with too much body hair; it looked and felt healthier when he removed it. Dean teased that it was part of his OCD. As he thought back, he was a late bloomer; he got peach fuzz on his chin at 16, almost 17 before the rest caught up. He remembered not liking it; that was when he started shaving his entire body, of course, that was also when Dean started calling him "Samantha", and only because he'd needed help, since he nicked himself more than 2 times. By the third time he'd given up and had called big brother into the bathroom.

But now, he should have full grown hair everywhere, well maybe not full grown since he'd been shaving since he was 16, his hair had been growing more and more sparsely. So why was he as smooth as a baby's bottom?

He didn't notice Dean come in, leaning in the door way "You going to stand there all day, or did you need some help?" he asked eyebrows raised.

Sam startled wrapping the towel around himself again causing Dean to roll his eyes at him.

"No, I got it" Sam mumbled.

"Then what's taking so long?" Dean smiled at him.

Sam lowered his voice and barely got out "Um, just noticed … how I don't … um, need to shave."

Dean tilted his head "Of course not. I took care of that for you."

Sam's head whipped up "What?!"

Dean sighed "You know, I did notice that, as the years went by, it came out less and less, so I did what most people do when they want hair permanently removed" Dean grinned. "You could say, I was your own personal laser hair removal."

Sam could feel the anger rise, it wasn't that he hadn't planned on doing it himself eventually, especially after moving into the bunker and he had the means to go to a clinic and do it. This was about Dean just taking the liberty without asking first, like he usually did!

Before Sam could say anything to Dean about an invasion of his rights or decision making, Dean walked over to him and picked him up. "Okay Sammy, since you don't seem to be interested in dressing yourself, it means you do need help." Sam yelped as Dean easily lifted him to his hip before grabbing the clothes off the toilet seat.

Walking into the bedroom, he put Sam on the bed. Sam tried to scramble away from Dean but he was held down. "Nu uh Sammy, I gave you a chance to get ready on your own and you decided to dawdle."

"No Dean, wait, I can do it, I was just…just thinking…." Oh god, it did sound like he was dawdling instead of just getting dressed, but no he had to be curious, investigate and wonder why and how. Then Dean walked in and gave him a quick explanation that distracted him, again.

As he felt Dean finish drying him completely he look soulfully up at his big brother "I'm sorry, please Dean." He was trying not to use puppy eyes and genuinely meant it, because he knew once they got back to the bunker that would be it.

Hearing and seeing Sam's emotions, Dean sighed "Ok Sammy, but no fussing this time."

"K' Dean I promise" Sam smiled at his big brother; he sat up and grabbed his clothes to slip on. He grabbed his jeans thinking his briefs would be under them, but what he found gave him pause.

"Uh Dean, where's my briefs?" he asked as he looked down at the item laying on the bed under the jeans, it was blue with white trim.

Dean paused from what he was doing by the bags and looked at Sam. He arched an eyebrow, pointing to the item.

Sam had hoped he wouldn't have to wear them. He took a deep breath before answering - he does not want to lose this one.

"Those are … pull-ups … not, not the brief I purchased."

Dean walked over and picked them up, holding them to Sam "And we have a very long drive ahead, thanks to you pulling an all-nighter driving 628 miles. That's 9 hours baby boy. I don't want you to have an accident in the Impala."

Sam was confused "So? We've driven longer than that to get to a case and I think I've handled my bladder pretty good Dean" Sam countered.

Dean shook his head at Sam "Sammy, do you really pay attention during our long trips?" Sam looked at Dean waiting for more information.

Dean ran his hand across his face and made direct eye contact. "Do you recall how many hours it is from Palo Alto, California, to Black Water Ridge, Colorado?"

Sam was more confused, why was Dean dredging up the past? That was the first case after Jess' death. Pushing the pain quickly away, he answered "10 to 12 hours give or take?"

"Try 20 hours" Dean replied.

"What does that has to do with anything?"

"We made a total of 15 stops."

"So your car is a gas guzzler?" Sam bitched faced him.

"Baby only needed to be gassed up three times on that trip" Dean looked earnestly at Sam, waiting for the penny to drop. Suddenly Sam blanched, because that was a long time ago and he'd drank a lot of water back then (Hello? He's the healthy one). The vague sense of seeing himself saying to Dean "stop", "we need to pullover", "are we close?", "I need", "could we please find" … and lastly, the real cringe worthy one "I can't hold it any longer Dean!" Dean had had to make an emergency pit stop on the side of the road as he hurried out of the car before he had an embarrassing accident.

"So what? Can't we stop off like we've done before?" Sam grumbled at him.

"We are making two stops Sammy. One to eat and one to put gas in the car. Then we are driving straight home" Dean gave Sammy a pointed look.

"Then I should be fine, look two stops. I've yet to drink water, so I'm good."

Dean gave his brother a long hard look before relenting. "All right, sure Sam since you know better. Just remember, there won't be any stops after the second stop."

Sam walked over to his duffel bag and gave Dean a tight smile as he reaches inside his bag. He pulled out a dark pair of briefs and slipped them on.

"You don't have to worry about me Dean. I think I can handle 8 hours." Sam walked back to the bed and started dressing himself. Dean watched him for a second before nodding, telling himself "ok, if this is the way Sam wants to play it. To conveniently forget all the times - including recently - he's had to stop the car when Sam asked. Well this is the only way Sammy will learn." He walked out the motel door with both duffel bags and Sammy's laptop.

Sam, scrambled after Dean, quickly closing the door and raced to the impala as Dean put both duffel bags in the trunk before closing it. Sam stood in front of Dean reaching out for the laptop bag. Dean stepped back giving Sam a look.

"Dean what are you doing that's mine" Sam exclaimed as he reached for it again. Dean grabbed his wrist giving Sam a look that made him drop his attempts to reach the bag.

Dean nodded in approval "Good boy." He walked over to the passenger side of the car and unlocked the door, opening it up for Sam. Sam gave Dean a funny look, before sliding in carefully, looking up at Dean as he closed the door for Sam. Dean walked around the car to his side and got, Sammy watching him the whole time.

"Can I have my laptop now?" Sam inquired as he saw his brother remove the messenger bag from his shoulder to place it in the foot-well at the back of his back seat. Dean inserted the key into the ignition before responding Sam's question without taking his eyes off the road ahead of him.

"What do you think my answer will be Sammy, after the little adventure you've just had?" Sam's shoulders slumped and he leant back. Great, he had some notes saved on his file. Maybe, when they get back to the bunker he could look over them again, he's sure to be grounded for a while.

He was used to Dean grounding him from time to time, even when both were having off days. If he screwed up (put his life in danger or outright lied to Dean) or pushed his brother buttons past his breaking point (on purpose sometimes) he'd find himself grounded and told "don't step outside or else". As a teen he'd figured out really quickly what Dean meant by "or else."

Having his butt whipped at 16, 17 and 18 was humiliating, or so he thought then. After getting back on the road with Dean, getting his ass handed to him at 22 had been even worse. He was hurting from Jess' death so he purposely took advantage and was a total brat to Dean. He criticized his hunting plans, or picked on his brother's "daddy's little solider mentally mode". That was a cheap shot, since although Dean followed orders from his dad; he'd shown that when his gut told them they might be in danger or something was off, he'd speak up. However, he made sure to voice it in a way John heard and understood.

The Impala stopped 30 minutes later in front of a family restaurant. Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised. This doesn't look like the usual greasy diner food place you love so much" Sam replied a bit humorlessly.

"Well, I need to make sure you get something easy on your tummy and a super clean place to boot. I don't need you getting sick on top of everything else."

"Dean need I remind you that we've eaten in plenty of places that could have given me fatal food poisoning in the past?

"Yeah well not anymore" Dean exited the car and Sam followed suit. A hostess greeted them and walked them over to their booth. She handed them their menus and smiled really brightly at Dean. She told him that their waitress would be with them shortly, but if they need anything else, to just call her. She winked at Dean and Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean smiled right back and thanked her politely. She reached down and placed her hand on top of Dean's briefly before answering "Anytime" and slowly walking away with a sway to her hips. Dean turned his hand over, pulled out a folded piece of paper from it. Written on it was "Diane" and a telephone number.

Sam waited for Dean to gloat or to make dirty remark, but nothing came. Instead, he watched as Dean rolled the paper and stuffed it into his pocket like he didn't care. Sam was taken aback by this display. He looked at Dean and whispered "Christo." Dean snapped his head back at Sam "What the hell Sam!?" as his eyes went black and then to green again.

"Oh yeah I forgot … Knight of Hell … sorry. But still, that is so not like you" Sam studied Dean confused and worried. Had his brother changed that much?

Dean tilted his head to the side and gave his rendition of Sam's bitch-face "I didn't get a number every where we went into."

Sam gave him a "seriously" look. Dean took a deep breath "Okay fine, not when you were younger or around, if you recall you were my main priority."

Sam, remembering his younger days, immediately felt guilty. Even when girls were flirting with him, Dean would sacrifice himself. Sam remembered how Dean would apologize; feed them a line about a sick little brother to take care of, or just a little brother to look after. Of course, that could work in his favor too. They loved Dean more for being such a sweet older brother, so it wasn't too hard for Dean to hook up with the girl later. They were willing to wait for such a caring and sweet guy.

"All right" Sam conceded this one to his big brother. He picked up the menu and scrunched his face at it. He really didn't feel like eating, so maybe he'd get something simple and quick.

The waitress popped up at their table. She looked about mid-twenties with long blond hair, blue eyes and was very bubbly.

"Hi, I'm Chrissy and I will be your waitress. How are you today and what can I get for you?" she said with a big overly bright smile as she looked at Dean and then Sam.

"Oh wow, you're cute!" she gushed as she stared at Sam. Sam returned the smile, but before he could say anything, Dean smiled up at her and answered "You should see him when he's sleeping. He sticks his thumb in his mouth, he's the most adorable kid you've ever seen" Dean grinned. Sam stared at Dean, mortified. How could he share that?!

"Really, wow I thought most people grew out of that bad habit; Isn't it kind of not sanitary?" Chrissy genuinely inquired.

"Yeah, the things this kid picks up. I have to make sure his hands are always clean before he plops one in his mouth."

"Oh?" Chrissy looks confused but then smiled as though a light bulb went off in her head. She turned to Sam and looked at him differently, not in a weird way, more like a fond affectionate way.

"Well, not only are you cute but you are certainly one of the most adorable kids I've met. Would you like a game to play with … uh ..? She looks over at Dean who replied "Sam". She turned back to Sam. "Sam would you like a game to play, while your brother?" Chrissy turned to Dean who nodded confirming she was correct "orders you guys food?" She reached inside her apron pocket and pulls out a small box puzzle for age appropriate 5.

Sam's face was red and he wanted to protest and say something. However, all that came out was a quiet "Thank you." He kept his face down as he gingerly reached for the box she'd placed on the table and pulled it down onto his lap not wanting others to see it and get the wrong idea. He glanced up and saw that she was ready to place their order. Dean placed his usual breakfast order; Sam simply tapped the items on his menu instead of speaking up. Where on earth had his sudden shyness come from!?

"What was that Sammy?"

Sam huffed before tilting his menu toward Dean and repeated his action. What the hell was wrong with him?! He hadn't done that since he was 9! Dean frowned at his selection "Toast and coffee?"

Sam nodded his head "Sammy no. You need something more substantial and filling. How about some pancakes?" Sam glared at Dean as he shook his head "no."

Chrissy spoke up "If I may make a suggestion, our cook makes delicious Cinnamon French Toast that all the kids love. And what about some fruit on the side? How does that sound Sam?"

Sam cringed at her new tone, which was how adults talk to children. He nodded quickly, just to get her to go away.

"And what would you like to drink?" Before Sam could repeat his coffee order, well they did have Lattes, Dean answered for him "He'll have a large glass of 2% milk and small orange juice."

Sam looked angrily at Dean who just tilted his head, waiting to see if Sam would say anything. Sam knew this, so he sullenly looked away and said "Thank you", again softly. Chrissy walked away and returns five minutes later with a 10 oz orange juice in a colorful to go cup with a bendy straw. Sam closed his eyes as he mouthed "God give me patience."

Sam wrapped his big hand around the small cup and quickly pulls it to himself in attempt to just finishes it off quickly, but the universe seemed determined to humiliate him more. Raising his drink too quickly, the straw poked him near the nose, causing him to squeeze the paper cup. It spilled all over him and the table, making him jump back and hit his head on the wooden headboard of the booth they were sitting in. Grabbing the back of his head he hissed as he felt a lump the size of a walnut, the result of last nights tumble with the demon in the diner, but dropped them in pain. Seeing the giant spill on the table was mortified and frozen.

"I … I'm … s so sorry" Sam stuttered as he felt his eyes start to glaze over.

Chrissy jumped in right away with the dish towel she carried over her shoulder. Dean had already grabbed all the napkins from the dispenser on the table. All Sam could do was stare at the mess he'd made as they both cleaned it up.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. What was I thinking putting his drink in such a flimsy paper cup?" Chrissy apologized to them both. Sam couldn't believe she was apologizing for what he'd just done. It made him feel worse causing him to feel awkward, clumsy and useless as he tried to mop up some of the juice next to him on the seat with the sleeve of his flannel. He didn't know why he was doing it; he just needed to do something.

"Sammy, no" Dean gently but firmly grabbed Sammy's wrist to get him to stop rubbing the spot with his sleeves. Too late, Sam cringed as he realized that his sleeves were now ruined too.

"I'm sorry D'n" Sam whispered hearing the crack in his voice. Before Dean could say anything, Chrissy did "Aw don't worry sweet heart accidents happen. Besides it's not your fault, I should have put your juice in a more sturdy cup. Here you go." Chrissy reached into her apron pocket again and pulled out a 5 row sticker sheet. He looked at her in confusion but she just smiled at him "For being helpful and thoughtful by using your shirt."

Sam didn't know what possessed him, but he gingerly reached for the stickers, thanking her. "Hmm, now let's see about getting you a new shirt." She looked over to the hostess area where there was a display case and smiles again brightly. "I'll be right back." She ruffled his hair and jogged towards the entrance of the restaurant. As he watched her jog away, it finally hit him why her demeanor was vaguely familiar.

He clenched his hands tight as Dean sensed the turmoil in Sam's head "What wrong bud?"

Sam eyes were watering "She reminds me of Jess, this is how she was with the kids at the nursery center near Stanford." With unshed tears and tense voice, he felt overwhelmed with emotions realizing it had been so long since Jess had entered his thoughts. He inhaled shakily and then felt Dean's arms encircle him.

"I'm sorry Sammy, if I could take on the pain for you I would" Dean rubs his back and this time Sam leant into it whole heartily. He felt Dean's warmth wash over him and calm him down.

Chrissy returned with a powder blue t-shirt with the restaurant logo on it and a zipped up burgundy hoodie.

"Hmm here ya go" she handed the tee to Dean "We only had large shirts but the sweater is a 2XXL" she said, holding up the sweater to show the gigantic size. Dean reached for the sweater as well and thanked her.

"Okay how about I go get the rest of your order while you change" she wink at Sam and saunter off. Sam blinked when he felt his flannel shirt being tugged, he looked down to see Dean squatting in front of him. Dean unbuttoned Sam's shirt quickly and effortlessly. As he undid the last button he stood up and started to pull the plaid shirt off Sam's shoulders. Sam immediately woke up from whatever stupor he was in.

"Deeeeaaann"…Sam slammed his mouth shut. Had he just whined?

"Saaaamm" Dean replied right back as he successfully removed the shirt before reaching for the t-shirt to pull it off Sam.

Sam got with the program and quickly squirmed back "No Dean, stop."

"Sammy, the faster we get this done the better. Then you can play with the puzzle the nice lady gave you, how about it bud?"

Sam stared at Dean. "Is he seriously negotiating with me as though I'm really five? Yup, of course he is" Sam rolled his eyes at Dean.

"I don't want to play with stupid puzzle" he hissed quietly "and I don't especially feel like giving people a free show."

Dean smiles at the last remark "Okay shy boy. What would you like to do?"

"Well first I can change my own t-shirt thank you very much" he said as he reached for the clean t-shirt "and second, I can go the bathroom and change." He got up and looked around until he saw the sign to the restroom.

Dean sighs but relented again a bit "Okay but be careful and call if you need anything."

"I think I can manage 10 steps to and back from the bathroom" he stopped seeing Dean's stare "all right and I'll be careful too" he quietly added. "Good boy" Dean ruffled his hair as Sam walked past him.

Sam entered the men's' rest rooms and walked into an empty stall. He took off the damp t-shirt and pulled on the new one. It fitted, "thank god, I'm not built like before" he thought realizing his thin frame was okay for this fit. Since it wasn't an x-large it just barely reached his waist line. However, he was almost swallowed whole by the sweater because of his weight loss. He felt stupid as he pushed the sleeves up only for them to slide forward again covering half his hands.

Just as he stepped out of the stall he heard "Hello Moose." Seeing Crowley, Sam sighed before walking over to the bathroom door. He cracked it open and could just make out Dean sitting at the booth. He took a deep breath and turned around.

"You got my message."

"No, I'm here for the awesome mimosa they serve here. Of course I got your message! Very clever to hide it in the tank of the toilet and leave a smudged arrow on the mirror pointing to it."

"How'd you know to steam the bathroom to see it?" Sam inquired.

"I didn't; but knowing you, I knew you leave some kind of clue hidden that can't be seen by naked eyesight, so I just froze the air and lo and behold the arrow was there."

Sam nodded "Clever" he muttered but Sam was relying on that cleverness Crowley did possess.

"So I take it you are ready to ditch Dean again?"

"No."

"Come again."

"Not yet. I know Dean, he'll suspect you and believe me he'll be down in hell within 5 seconds of departure and that won't do me any good."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Sam couldn't believe he was saying this, "The last full moon was almost a week ago. Three weeks. Give me three weeks and then come and get me. By then I should have the last ingredient still in the bunker and you will possibly have the last two important ingredients for the spell too."

"And how do you suppose I do that? Last I checked the bunker was fortress to all supernatural creatures and warded upto the yin-yang against demons."

Sam couldn't believe he was divulging this, and of all people to Crowley, "Not everything is warded." Sam saw Crowley's eyes immediately light up before he hid his expression. Damn, he needed something from Crowley to reassure himself that this would not be a betrayal. He had one card up his sleeve and he needed to play it carefully. He had to work quickly, Dean would probably start to worry about baby brother taking too long in the bathroom soon. He lifted his right leg and tapped the heel of his booth at an angel hard, until it popped. He reached down quickly and pulls out a black coated key, a small paper and a white stick.

He held the key to Crowley as he explained, "This unlocks the top hatch lock, near the water barrel of the bunker there is one sigil in place and easily reachable to a cunning demon who can erase it with water condescension from outside the walls"

He pulled back as soon as Crowley reached for it "I need your word that you will not pull anything funny other than getting me out and taking me straight to hell to get to the cage" Sam said, eyes narrowed.

"Of course, whatever you want moose."

"No Crowley I need your word and promise."

"What, do you need a contract sealed with a kiss?"

"No. No contract or demon sealing kiss, just your word and promise."

"Don't you trust me?"

"As far as I can throw you."

"All right, fine you have my word as the King of Hell. No funny business until our deal is concluded."

"And?!"

"Fine. Safe passage to and from hell, plus no harm to you or your brother, yada, yada. Satisfied?"

Sam gave Crowley a hard look before holding out the key. As Crowley reached for it again he simultaneously switched the key with the white stick and poked the tip of Crowley's finger with it.

"Ow, what the devil?!"

Sam started to chant in Latin "Daemonis Michi Sermo ac Protetione Defendit."

Then he tosses the key to Crowley, who caught it "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked as he sucked his finger.

Sam smiled "insurance."

"What?"

"I've always wondered how King Solomon was able to command demons and not get swindled like everyone else."

Sam smirked as he saw Crowley understand what he was saying "That's impossible the only way…."

"Something real from the original body, like, oh, I don't know, "A bone from the actual body?" Sam held up what Crowley had first thought was a stick but was actually a small, slim bone. Like a finger joint.

"How did you…?" Crowley stopped before he gave anything away.

"It's funny how kids can open up after a bottle of Scotch, and all the resentment comes pouring out. Oh, by the way Gavin says hello. He was talking about his daddy's favorite places. The ones that he liked to visit when he was alive." Sam shrugged "I'd already figured there's no way in hell you'd be ever stupid enough to take your bones to hell. Any of your enemies down there could stumble upon them by accident. But clever how you booby trapped it so if anyone did find them, the roof and wall would cave in on them and they'd be buried alive in those Italian catacombs."

"I'll give you this much credit, I almost didn't make it and almost gave up since not only did the cavern with your bones collapse, but part of the passage I ran down too. I got caught in that and all I was able to grab was this one piece (Sam held up the bone) before it all went down."

"After all that hard work how do you know it was the real thing and not a decoy?"

"Well there is always the "set fire to it" method. Granted it wouldn't kill you, but it would hurt like hell and no amount of demon power would restore the appendage I burn off. Or, you could try to flick your wrist and see if you can pin me, which you've been trying for the last few minutes as I talk. That means the spell worked and this is yours" Sam held it up triumphantly.

"Well you can't blame a girl for trying" Crowley shrugged. "So three weeks until the full moon was it?"

"We need 24 hours before it raises and I need to be close to the Cage exactly at midnight, to make contact."

"So in out, drop you off, not a problem" Crowley continued "Your side might be a problem though."

"Dean won't be a problem."

"Not what I meant" Sam looks at Crowley confused. Crowley rolls his eyes "Three weeks alone with big brother taking care of every little need, pampering you, spoiling you, not sure you might want to leave by that time" Crowley said, eyebrows raised.

Sam's face got redder and redder with each word Crowley said. He swallowed "Don't worry about me, you just be there. Understand?"

"Never said I was; Good luck" and with that Crowley left. Sam, still reeling with what Crowley had just said, walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. He tried rolling his sleeves back but gave up after a minute and threw the sweater down on the tile floor. He then washed his face and hands. He looked into the mirror and was surprised by his reflection. His eyes looked younger than what he was used to. Was this what Chrissy saw, or Madge or anyone who they'd met? It couldn't be, otherwise how would he be able to interview the victims' families?

He could hear Dean's voice in his head over the years "Sammy do the eyes thing", "I swear you make little old ladies or mother want to take care of you", "You have a way that makes people trust you."

Sam clenched his hands at those memories and closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before exhaling. Crowley could be right, he's freely walking into the lion's lair, how far could he go down the rabbit hole before losing himself in the process? Not that he necessarily agreed with everyone about his status in the cosmic of reality, Sam snorted at that.

Not only was he a freak but he was a freak among freaks according to everyone. He shook his head. He was about to give the performance of a lifetime, thank God, he and Dean had practice for that … of course, the only problem was he's never been very good at lying to Dean. Dean always knew when he was lying or not forth coming with what he was really feeling, sometimes his brother would push or leave him alone. Of course, he'd only leave him alone because he knew that Sam would crack and spill before he even realized it.

With Dean's new powers, especially of reading minds or sensing emotions, it would be even harder and exhausting to keep his mind completely shielded and his true intent hidden. Ruby had been a true work of deception and had taught everything she knew to Sam. Especially how to conceal his thoughts from prying demons, granted it was much easier with the demon blood … but Sam remembered Ruby telling him before her demise "You never needed the magic feather." It had taken him years to figure out what she meant. He knew now that it was because Azazel's blood coated his … or rather, had combined with his to become part of his DNA.

He also knew that he could feel the lost innocent child he once was or still is at times just under the surface. Maybe if he could just release it a bit, it would also help to conceal his thoughts from Dean. It could distract him as well to make sure he didn't give himself away. But would he be able to control it enough so that he didn't fully give himself over to it and lose himself? God is he really thinking of himself as two people? No its' just him it has always just been him, he shakes his head, he doesn't have time to contemplate this more.

Plan in mind, Sam pulled the sweater back on and walked out the bathroom, breathing evenly.

Dean looks up as he reached the table "I was going to send in the cavalry in a minute." Sam rolled his eyes even though Dean was joking, he knew that Dean was getting worried. Before Sam could say anything, Chrissy walked up with their order. She set the two plates down, then from she put Dean's mug down and filled it with coffee. Next she set a see through 20 oz tumbler cup filled with milk in front of Sam. It would be fine except it was decorated with stickers of moons, stars and planets, that Sam guessed Chrissy did herself.

"Ta Da!" she beamed with a smile. "A sturdy, strong, full cosmic adventure cup for a big boy."

Sam's eyes widened. He really, really wanted to just throw it away but he forced himself to smile up at her, seeing her brim with pride. "Thank you, I like it" he managed to say. He hadn't thought that it could get any worse, but it did when she set his plate down and saw what was on it.

She reached down "May I?" He turned to see what she was doing and saw that her hand was on his sweater sleeve, which is half covering his hand. He glanced at Dean who just smiled, so he nodded unable to speak.

She began rolling his sleeves back. "I didn't want you to ruin your new sweater, I hadn't realized that it would be so big on you. Maple syrup has a nasty habit of sneaking up on you" she smiled again before standing up.

"Okay gentlemen. You should be set and if you need anything let me know. I'll check in on you in 20 minutes" and with that she walked away.

Sam looked at Dean's omelet, hash brown, bacon and sausages. Although it was a lot of food that was just asking for a heart attack, it also looked grown-up. He looked down at his own food. It was French toast all right, but cut into toaster sticks and decorated with a smiley face hair made from whipped cream. Plus, his fruit was on the same plate instead of a separate bowl, so it touched the whip cream, ruing the fruit's nutrition.

"Sam, start eating your food."

"With what?" Sam muttered.

Dean arched an eyebrow at him. Sam waved his hand over the table "I have no utensils" he argued.

"You don't need any. Use your hands, its finger food Sammy."

Sam gave Dean an incredulous look "And the fruit?!"

Dean reaches over to a dispenser on the table and pulled out a plastic utensil before handing it to Sam. He gave Dean a glare…

"Now what?" Dean asked.

"It's a spork!"

"And?"

Sam dropped his head … right, of course. He grabs the spork from Dean and stabbed his fruit with it. The faster he ate, the faster they'd leave. He tried the spork on the French toast, but it wasn't strong enough to hold it. He decided to use the side of the spork to cut the toast smaller and eat it that way. For the first time he takes a page from his brother and eat like him (shovels everything in), grabs the tumbler, when he finishes his French toast and fruit and in three long sips he's done.

He sat back up and picked up the napkin next to him to wipe his own mouth when he realized that he was having trouble with the paper napkins; his fingers are sticking to them and he tried valiantly to shake them off only making confetti of them.

Dean tried not laugh out loud at what he saw Sammy doing. He was looking adorable with bits of napkin stuck to his chin, hair and hands. Sammy wore the scowl he always had when something was not going his way. Dean signaled to their waitress, once he got her attention he motioned for a wet towel, she happily brought him one, he walked over to Sam's side of the booth, squatted in front of him and gently gabbed his hands.

"Ok bud let's see if we can take some off that sticky syrup off you."

Sam face reddened as he watched Dean wipe him down "there we go, all done."

"Can we please go now?" Sam begged.

"Sure can" Dean assured his brother. He called Chrissy back to them and asked for the check. Upon bringing the check she hugged Sam telling him how sweet and adorable he was. She looks over to Dean saying that she hoped they'd come by again and give her a call, she had a nephew who might like to go to the park with Sam. Sam patted her back absentmindedly but his face said "kill me now".

He walked past Dean they walked out the restaurant to the car. He pulled the door open and slid in. He leant back and sighed with relief, yawing bit and closed his eyes.

He felt when Dean got in the car, but before starting it he leant toward Sam and gently tugs him forward. Sam allows it, wondering what was going on. When he felt Dean's fingers slide down the back of his head and he immediately hisses a bit. Dean found the lump, the one the stupid demon gave him when he'd slammed his head on the floor.

"I'm sorry Sammy, I should have taken care of this before letting you go to sleep this morning."

"S'ok Dean, not the first time I've gotten a bump on the head."

"Yeah, but we usually remember to ice it and you take some Tylenol, before you go to sleep.'

"Well, um, you were kind of busy taking care of other ... well other stuff" Sam mumbled off towards the end. His eyes suddenly became bright and round as he turned to Dean "But hey, you can do what you did last night to help alleviate the pain?"

Dean was afraid of this; he did not want Sam to rely on healing quickly for every little bump in the road they usually dealt with.

"Well it's not a concussion or worse than a slight pinch when you put pressure on it right?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"We'll just ice it when I get to the gas station, buy some cold packs and if it still hurts, I'll give you some Tylenol and then you could take a nap in the back."

"I don't want to take a nap, I don't see the point of getting cold pack or Tylenol when you can just as easily heal the bump on my head!"

"Sam, it'll heal up soon enough buddy. It's just a little bump. Cold packs and Tylenol are the way to go. You can't get used to me healing every little thing. You probably won't feel it tomorrow anyway."

"But it's hurting now" Sam actually pouted but didn't care. He didn't understand why Dean being a big meany. Why couldn't he just take away his 'owie' like he always did? He was aware of calling his bump an 'owie' but, god dam it; that what this was. He slouched down in his seat and turned away from Dean, making it obvious he didn't want to see or talk to him right now.

"Sammy" Dean tried, but received a sniff and an angry huff in reply as Sam tucked himself more towards the door of the impala. Dean sighed, he recognized Sammy's little temper tantrum and knew the little shit would be stubborn enough stay quiet halfway through the trip. He also knew that Sammy would stop his silent treatment when he was good and ready, or when he finally needed to ask something.

Dean pulls the car onto the road and drove for a good 30 minutes before he pulled off the highway into a gas station. The gas station was an all convenience store, so he'd be able to get a couple of supplies there too, while he gassed up the Impala. He turned to ask Sam if he would like something but saw him closing the car door, he was already walking to the store. Okay, it looked like Sam was still being his moody self.

He walked quickly to catch Sam up. Sam might be mad at him, but he still needed to keep close to make sure the kid didn't get into anything, he could be a handful when in a foul mood. Upon entering the station, he saw that Sammy already perusing the candy aisle and grabbing a few bags off the shelf. Dean walked purposely over to him and cleared his throat. Sam completely ignored him, grabbing large bags of sweet and sour gummies and hard candy - butterscotch flavor life savers, box of red vines and a bag of pixie sticks. He turned to walk down the aisle but Dean blocked his way.

"Put those back now and decide on one thing you really want Sam."

Sam glares at him and tries to side step him. "Sammy" Dean warned. Sam's step faltered a bit but he took a deep breath and continued to walk forward. He suddenly felt a sting on his butt but before he could react, two more smacks landed on his butt. He tries to spin but realized that Dean was holding him by his bicep.

"Now Sammy, I will not tell you again."

Sam stares at him in shock and he felt his eyes mist over. His eyes darted quickly around the store and, to his relief, no one had seen.

He turned to Dean and said quietly "I don't need to ask your permission for things I buy with my own money" Sam fumed at his brother but his voice quavered.

"No, what you are doing is still throwing a fit and making yourself sick is not the answer. You already know what too much sugar does to you."

"You didn't care about fixing the bump on my head, so don't start acting like you care about my tummy.'

Dean didn't bother to counter that argument, he knew Sam understood why he didn't heal his bump. Sam was just being a stubborn little shit for not getting his way.

"Sam I am giving you to the count of three to put back all the candy except one or you and me are taking a little trip to the bathroom in the back."

"You wouldn't" Sam faltered a bit.

"One" Dean said, gaze firm.

"That's not fair" Sam said as he edged away.

"Two" Dean stepped forward.

"Okay, okay" Sam started to quickly put the entire candy back as he looked over to Dean. Dean smiled and said "Good boy Sammy."

For some strange reason, that hit a sore spot. Sam suddenly felt overwhelmed, his emotions crashing over but he didn't care, he just let them out.

"YOU'RE MEAN!" he blurted out as tears escaped his eyes. Dean was taken by surprise by Sammy's actions. Sam didn't care, he was tired, his head hurt and his bottom stung. Plus, he hadn't done anything wrong! Dean was just being a big meanie!

"Hey Sammy, it's okay, buddy" Dean felt awful for Sam. He pulled him into a hug and started to rub his back. He could feel Sammy's emotions and realized he was really tired, after driving all day yesterday and staying up late so getting bare minimum of sleep. His baby brother was running on reserve and the small ache of his bump was now turning into a throbbing pulse, because he was tired. Dean looked around the store, it was still fairly empty, and he saw what he needed. He really wanted to pick Sam up and carry him back to the car, but he knew that would make Sam fall completely apart and the kid was feeling vulnerable as it is.

"Sammy baby, wait right here and don't move" Sam sniffed and nodded his head. Dean ran quickly to the fridge and grabbed a couple bottle of fruit drinks and water, then over to the drug aisle to get a bottle of children's Tylenol. Next to it he saw the oral medication syringe and got the 10ml one (2tps). He got back to Sam who looked like he could drop at any moment. He grabbed Sam's hand and walked over to the cashier to pay. Sam was now completely leaning into him.

They walked outside and Dean opened the door for Sam, who slumps in. Dean quickly filled up the Impala's tank and got in himself, he drove over to the side of the convenience store to find a spot where he could do what needed to be done. He got out and walks over to Sammy's side of the door and opened it up, leading Sammy to the back door of the car.

"Okay baby, let's get you settled in." He sat Sam down facing him with car door open, then shook the bottle of Tylenol. He put the syringe in and filled it up and then he put it in Sam's mouth. Sam frowned at first but the, went ahead and closed his lips around the dispenser. Dean repeated the action with Sam compiling, before reaching down and removing Sam's boots.

"Okay Sammy, lie back." Sam crawled in and saw a pillow there for him already. Dean didn't close the door but went to the passenger seat door and reached into the glove compartment. He pulled out a bag, opens it up and took out something that Sam couldn't see. Then he saw Dean open up an apple juice bottle and start to pour into the another container.

Dean twisted the top closed before walking back to Sam, holding the bottle towards Sam.

Sam glanced at the bottle, but then sighed. He was just too tired to bitch at his brother. He grabbed it and settled back into the pillow, holding the bottle, until he felt the rumble of the Impala start up. Sam blinked, once, twice until he finally brought the bottle to his mouth and began to suck. He was grateful for the crisp sweet taste of the apple juice, he'd always enjoyed as a kid. The soft rumbling of the car beneath him began to lull him to sleep, he felt comforted, warm and safe. He kept a watch on his big brother's head through half sleepy eyes enjoying the sense of peace and tranquility. He sighed happily and nuzzle deeper into his pillow, pulling on the baby blue blanket his brother had draped over him after climbing into the front seat of the car.

Then, softly the sounds of Led Zeppelin wafted over the air, making everything feel perfect. It brought back feelings of homesickness, of days when he was safe, when he truly was John and Dean's baby and there was nothing for him to worry about. He'd felt protected in the bubble they had created around him and he really missed that part of his life, especially after he'd found out monsters were real.

"So, why not?" he thought. "Just let go for now and enjoy. What's the harm?" Sam completely relaxed and let his mental shields down as he cooed to himself. He snuggled his blanket and sucked on his bottle happily. He'd just chalk it up to feeling not well, he did have a headache thanks to the bump on his head. Just like other times over the years, Dean would nurse him back to health and allow Sam his clingy-ness, neediness, touchy feely, pouty moments without calling him out on it.

Dean felt the change in Sam instantly and looked in the back through the review mirror. He smiled brightly at seeing Sam totally relaxed and happy, looking truly adorable. Sam was the total picture of pure innocence and eternal youth. It took all of Dean not to pull the car over and cuddle his brother. He didn't want to break the spell so he just watched his little brother slip into his natural baby head space, as he'd done over the years and enjoy himself. They had 7 hours to go.

4 hours later down the road

Sam was having a happy dream, he was in a beautiful green field with wild flowers and trees all around. He was in an open clearing sitting on a large colorful quilt. Dean was there, tossing a red ball to Sam. Dean looked exactly how he did back when he first pick up Sam from Stanford, Sam looked likes he did back then too except, he was really happy. He was wearing blue short overalls and a white cotton polo short sleeved shirt. He smiled goofily at Dean every time he caught the ball and threw it back to Dean who was standing a bit back form the quilt. He clapped his hands when he saw his brother catch the ball and heard himself call out "again." However, before Dean could throw the ball back, he heard another voice join them.

"Hey Sammy, how's my baby boy doing?" Sam whipped his head around to see his dad striding forward looking strong, just like he remembered. Sam felt giddy and crawled over towards John. Getting to the edge of the blanket he reached his hands up to him "Daddy' he exclaimed excitedly. John jogged the last few steps to Sammy and lifted him high in the air before hugging him tight to his chest. Sam returned the hug then pulled back a bit to see his dad smiling up at him while still holding him in his arms. "Wow, daddy's strong too" Sam thought since he fitted into John arms easily. He turned to see Dean walking towards them and smiling.

"Hey Dad" Dean called.

"Hey yourself Ace" John replied.

When Dean joined them John spoke again "Hey Sammy, guess what? Dean and I have a surprise for you" John smiled brightly and turned toward a row of trees pointing to them. "Who's' that Sammy?"

Sam squinted his eyes and saw someone step out of the trees. Her long blond hair blowing softly in the wind. She was wearing a beautiful flowing white skirt and top to match.

"Who is that baby, can you tell us?" Dean teased.

Sam eyes widened as he looked between John and Dean before looking back at the pretty lady who he'd only ever seen in pictures growing up. As she got closer she smiled at him and Sam whimpered "mama." When she heard that she ran the last few feet to them and joined the circle.

"Oh baby, look at you, so adorable" she cooed at him as she nuzzle her face next into him. He could feel Dean's hand on his back as John kept hold under his bum, so that Mary could hug him. He'd missed his family being together, he needs this. Mary, his mom, was cooing to him as his tummy let out a rumble and she laughed. He dropped his head and mumbled "hun'gy De'n."

"Well it's a good thing that I brought a basket full of food for my boys" Mary said holding up an old fashioned picnic basket. Dean took Sam from John and settles him down on the quilt before sitting and next to him. Sammy, looked up at his parents and saw them share a passionate kiss, he scrunched his nose up saying "yuck."

"Yeah" Dean agreed with Sam, "there are kids here. Do you want to traumatize Sam?" Dean teased his parents. Mary and John laughed and joined them on the blanket. Sam was happily gabbing away with his family and eating his desert, when he felt something and starts to squirm. His big brother leaned over and ask "What's wrong Sammy?"

He made little sounds and looked at Dean whispering "Gotta go De". Dean smiled at him and reminded him "It's ok bud, remember you're wearing your diaper." Sam blushed and smiled, of course, its ok to have accidents now because Dean is here to change him. He relaxed and continued to play with mommy, as he felt his bladder let go into the diaper … everything was fine.

Back in the real world

Sam was squirming in his sleep, frowning, when just minutes before he'd been totally relaxed and smiling. He whimpered then relaxed and sighed. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open as he felt the front of his jeans start to get really warm, it spread all down his front area until it stopped. "…w…wh…what happened?" he thought as he reached down carefully to touch. He pulled his hand back quickly, he'd wet himself.

He grabbed the blanket tightly and buried his face in the pillow, letting tears fall followed by a wail.

Dean startled as he heard the muffled cry and quickly glanced back to see if Sammy was ok. He sensed Sammy's emotions and immediately knew what had happened. He looked down the road and saw a rest stop up head. Driving quickly he pulled off the highway into the rest stop. Seeing that it was empty he parked the Impala close to some trees and a picnic area. He grabbed the duffel bag that he'd left next to him, knowing that he would need it. He opened the car door to see Sam, his shoulders shaking, face buried in his pillow and hearing the muffled sobs. Dean knew that he had to be very careful, Sam was still in his head space but confused and waring with anger and hurt as well.

Dean shushed and cooed as he reached out to Sam and put his and softly onto his back. Sam shuddered, "Hey there Sammy, aww baby don't cry, it's going to be okay."

Sam shook his head "no" on the pillow refusing to turn around. Dean exhaled a long breath, knowing he had to do this. He snapped his fingers and a changing mat appeared under Sam. He reached for his baby brother and turned him over easily. Sam's eyes were closed, but tears were still streaming down his face as little sobs escaped through his lips although he was clearly trying to suppress them. Dean had to calm him before he could start changing him. He reached into the bag a pulled Sam's stuffed dog out.

"Hey baby, look's who's here."

Although still crying, Sam opened his eyes slightly to see his dog. He opened his eyes more and more tears escaped as he made hiccuped.

"Aww baby, Flops doesn't want to see you sad. Why don't you hold him and reassure him?"

Sam reached tentatively for the dog, pulling him close to his chest as he stared at Dean with sad; weepy eyes. "Aww sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up. You'll feel so much better."

Dean grabbed one of Sam's baby washcloths and reached for Sammy's face, cleaning his tears away. He paused at Sam's nose, telling him to blow, twice, which he did.

"There you, go a bit better, right?" Sam nodded wordlessly. As he reached for the buttons on Sam's jeans, Sam let out a small whine. Dean automatically pulled out one of Sammy's pacifiers from the bag and held it up to him. Sam accepted it without fuss, a tremor runs through his body but then he relaxed completely. Dean observed Sammy, his face, hugging flops tightly, sucking on his pacifier, his eyes closed. He was breathing easily now.

Dean again reached for Sam's jeans and unbuttoned them. He pulled them off, rolling, then putting them into a plastic bag. Next, he reached for Sammy's boxers and peeled them off, they were clearly soaked. Sam whimpered around the pacifier, Dean made more shushing noises, causing him to relax again. Dean dropped the boxers in the bag too. Dean grabbed the baby wipes and starts cleaning Sam up, making sure to go all around Sammy's groin area twice and between his inner thighs, cleaning off as much of the urine as possible. He would give Sammy a bath later that evening when they got home. He applied some baby cream all over Sammy's genital area before sliding a diaper under his baby's bum, pulling the front up over Sammy and closing the tabs, makes sure it was snug and secure. Dean reached in the duffel and pulled out some light blue sweats and put them on Sam.

The whole time Sammy was complacent with no arguing or fussing. He sniffed couple of times while Dean changed him, but nothing else. Dean pulled out another baby bottle filled with formula milk with added protein from the bag. It had been four hours since Sammy had eaten, although he'd had a late breakfast at 11am. It would do for lunch until that evening. When they got back to the bunker Dean could make him a decent dinner.

Luckily, the formula was full of vitamins and added protein to keep Sammy's tummy filled, providing the nutrients he needed too. He shook, warming it to the perfect temperature for Sammy to enjoy. Dean tugged gently on the pacifier, causing Sammy to make a sad sound as he opened his eyes to look at Dean confused. He tried to reach up for the pacifier but Dean moved it out of reach. Sammy's lips began to tremble and Dean quickly placed the bottle in his other had against his brother's lips.

"Hey Sammy, its lunch time. You must be hungry after such a good long nap?" Sam looked at Dean and hesitantly opened his mouth. Dean placed the bottle in and Sam immediately latched on to feed, letting out a sigh of contentment. He brought his hand up to hold the bottle and as soon as he did, Dean let go. He watched Sam for a couple of minutes. Sammy had closed his eyes again, realizing the poor kid must be really tired. Dean shook himself out of his stupor and started to clean up. He removed the changing pad without disturbing Sam, replacing it with a soft blanket. Then he took a new baby blanket, a yellow one, and covered his brother. He put the blue one into the same bag as the wet jeans and underwear, knowing he'd have to do laundry as soon as he got back. He tied up the bag and puts in the foot well of the passenger's seat, grabbed the duffel and put it on the seat next to him.

"Okay Sammy, three more hours to go and we will be home, but you know me baby bro I'll probably cut it in two." Dean smiles at Sammy's agreement from around the bottle. Dean started up the car and pulled back on to the highway. As soon as they got back Dean knew that this time he was going to have to really enforce the rules with his brother, not to mention discuss his naughty behavior and punishment. That would have to wait until tomorrow morning. Sammy was completely relaxed and happy in his baby head space at the moment and he knew what he needed to do to keep him there.

He still needed to feed Sammy dinner, give him a bath and put him to bed at a decent hour, not later than 9:30pm. He'd keep Sam on a schedule later.

He saw the bunker up ahead a while later and hoped that everyone had gone as he pulled into the bunker's garage.