Title: Young Blood

Fandom: Supernatural

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

Characters: LilDean, Sam

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

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Chapter Fourteen

Sam walked out of the general store, finally finished with his shopping. His arms were now filled with bags and such and he vaguely wondered how he would manage to keep Dean in line on their way out to the car when he couldn't grab a hold on him.

Walking over to the arcade, Sam noticed that he had actually taken longer than the hour he had told his brother and hoped that the kid would be alright.

But, who was he kidding? Dean would probably not even notice the time.

Still hoping that his brother was okay, Sam entered the arcade, looking around for any sign of the energetic little Winchester.

What he found didn't make him too happy.

What seemed to be the entire collection of teens in the arcade was now surrounding the infamous Reaper Core IV. The very game that Sam had told his brother not to play on.

So, he could basically bet that that was precisely were the boy was.

"I'm going to kill him," muttered Sam.

Height had its various advantages for Sam, and so it wasn't too hard to look over all the teens heads to see what they were looking at. He couldn't however, seem to find a particular blond headed seven -year old.

Sam groaned. He set his bags by the entrance, hoping that they'd be fine there and planning on killing Dean if they weren't.

The one thing that he had asked the boy not to do.

And he had thought that his brother had been the perfect little angel. What the hell had he been thinking!

Shoving the lingering teens way from the crowd, ignoring the protests, he made his way over to the game console. Sure enough, there was little Dean, playing the most violent game that Sam had ever seen.

Dean was in full concentration mode. He had his bottom lip between his teeth, slight humming to the game tone that couldn't be heard over the cheers and advice of the surrounding viewers, and one toe tapping on the stool that had been brought out just for his comfort.

"Hey, Dude! Get back, people can't see here!" one boy complained behind Sam.

Proving that he was ever aware of his present surroundings, Sam saw how Dean tensed slightly. Still focusing on his game, Dean continued to play the Final battle for another minute and won. He had the highest score that the game had ever managed.

Sam watched as Dean placed the DMW of his initials, along with the cheers of all the kids around him. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sam glared at the back of the little head as it slowly turned around to face him.

Dean had enough sense to keep his gaze down and away as he hopped off of the stool. The kids around them were thumping him on the back, ruffling his hair and all around congratulating the boy.

"Hey, kid, you really do all that with just $0.50?" some kid asked.

Dean twisted up to look over at the kid that had spoken, chancing a quick look at him and than back to the other boy. Giving a quick nod of affirmation, Dean hurried over to stand besides his big brother.

"Way cool!" the one kid yelled.

Sam bent down to be eye level with his brother.

"Nice game you found there," he said sarcastically.

Dean looked down at his feet. He hadn't realized that that much time had passed. He really had just wanted to play real quick, just to try it, and maybe prove that Sam had been wrong in suggesting that he shouldn't play the game. He had just wanted to play until he lost.

But he hadn't been able to lose.

It wasn't his fault that he was such a good shot.

"Sammy, I can explain."

He heard his brother scoff. He groaned. He hadn't known this big Sam for too long, but he was certain that him making that sound wasn't a good thing. Must be like when his Sammy would huff. It meant that there would be little to no changing of his stubborn mind and that there was probably going to be a tantrum soon.

Except, a tantrum to Big Sammy might not be the same as for his Sammy. And Dean figured that it might just be a tad bit painful for him.

"Well, I'm going to love hearing you try. Come on, let's get out of here."

Dean gave his brother a pleading look, which was overlooked. Instead, his arm was clasped within his brother's ginormous hand and guided back towards the door.

Sam released him only to grab at the bags. Balancing all of their purchases between both of his hands, Sam instructed him to keep a firm hold on his wrist or one of the bags as they headed back to the car.

Dean couldn't have felt more nervous. He was getting all the vibes that he would get from his father when the older man was mad at him. Usually, it ended with him having a very painful session with the man and always accompanied the pleas and reassurances that he would be good and would do better the next time around. Because if one thing was true, it was that Dean Winchester learned from his mistakes.

Once they had finally reached the car, Sam placed all of the bags by the trunk and went to open the backdoor for Dean.

This time, the seven year old gave no complaints. He climbed right into the car, even slipped into the seatbelt without one hint of complaint. Not even a whimper.

Things were not turning out as pleasant as he had hoped when he had convinced himself to play the game.

"Stupid game," he muttered at himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

How did he always seem to find himself in this mess?

Sam refused to speak as he drove them back to the motel room. He was certain that their father would still be out, trying to find a way to make Dean Dean again.

And hopefully, before Sam managed to kill the kid himself.

How in the world had such a brat managed to raise him?

Sam had never been allowed to be so bratty. At the first sign of disobedience, either his father, brother, or whoever was around taking care of them at the time would put an end to it. No one seemed bothered to swat at the youngest Winchester. No one thought twice about setting him straight and knocking him back down a few pegs.

So how Dean had managed to get away with such behavior was way beyond Sam's comprehension.

Unless, Dean was doing this just for him.

Glancing at the boy through the rearview mirror, Sam sighed in relief at finding the boy sound asleep. He wasn't used to being the caretaker. Hell, he was pretty sure that if this lasted too long, he would royally screw his big brother over.

And wondering if that would have a long term affect, or just wear off once the transformation back occurred was going to keep him up at night.

Pulling into the highway, Sam vowed that he would be a good as a big brother as Dean had been for him. Granted he had never been such a handful. He had been a delight, really. Everyone was always so happy to have him around. They would always take to him and he was rarely placed in time-out. He had been a perfect little soldier, down to the marine uniforms that they had begged from their father.

Surely, if he had turned out so well, and had had Dean as his main influence; he would be able to provide this Dean with the same sense of safety and comfort that he himself had always felt.

Through all the noise that had caused a diversion between him and his target, he couldn't of been happier. Everything was going quite as planned. The boy couldn't recall their encounter and he was completely open to his instructions.

And that game had given him the insight at just how much the little hunter had retained. Surely, he would be able to lead him to his altar like he had led him to the game's temptation.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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