Chapter 21
Sam woke up the next morning with a hand splayed across his face and his little big brother snoring in his ear. He shifted and wiggled until his body was out from under Dean's grasp. Dean grumbled but didn't wake up.
"Hey did you get any sleep?" Ree asked as he made his way to the kitchen and accepted the cup of coffee she held out to him. She looked at his bleary eyes and dark circles that were becoming more prominent under his eyes. His face was haggard looking and pinched with stress.
"What do you think? I had a 185 pound brother laying on me most of the night." he huffs. "He's all clingy and doesn't understand his body isn't a three year old. He wanted to be in constant contact with my body."
"Poor baby." she coos giving him a hug and kiss. "You're so abused, but you do it 'cause you love your brother."
"I could sleep with him." Nattie states as she cracks the eggs into a bowl.
"Wouldn't you find that a little creepy?"
"Well it's not like I haven't slept with him before." she giggled. "Just have to keep it clean."
"But he wasn't a three year old pervert either."
"We could try it and see if it would work. Besides, you won't make it a week if you don't get some rest."
"Don't I know it; I think it would have been better if he had just changed completely into a three year old body too."
"Now wouldn't that have been adorable."
"'til he deadened you with his screaming." Sam grimaced.
"'amy!" Dean yelled from the hall.
"Speak of the devil." Sam sighed rolling his eyes at his brother's annoying voice.
"'amy eat." Dean yelled.
"Nattie's fixing breakfast; you'll have to wait a few minutes."
"'ungry now." he exclaimed louder.
"Inside voice Dean, remember we talked about that. We can hear you fine."
"How 'bout some fruit to start with?" Natasha asked.
"Yea!" Dean cried softly clapping his hands in excitement.
"Dean manners, thank Nattie."
"'han u 'attie."
"You're welcome, Hot Rod."
"Me Dee, not 'ot 'od." he frowned at the name.
"That's just a nickname, sweet cheeks. Here you go dig in." she laughed putting a bowl of fruit in front of him. "You get the first plate when its ready."
"I 'ove u." he smiles giving Sam a smirk while batting his eyes at Natasha.
"Oh brother." he chides seeing Dean's smirk. Even being three years old he was finding Dean could manipulate and get what he wanted.
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As they are eating breakfast Sam looked at the two girls and then at Dean. He was trying to decide what to do to entertain his brother today. He couldn't take him to a park; it would be hard to explain how his brother got stuck in the covered slide or why he wanted to play on the money bars with the other kids. He was sure someone would probably call the cops thinking they were perverts. Then it hit him.
"Nattie do you have a DVD player?"
"Sure in the living room."
"Is there a rental place somewhere near?"
"Yeah five or six miles away why?"
"Well someone will need entertaining today, so maybe some movies would keep him occupied."
"Not a bad idea. Why don't Ree and you run down after we finish eating and pick some up? I'll watch him for you."
"You sure, he can be a hand full."
"I got it covered." she nodded.
"Thanks, I could use a little fresh air and a little alone time."
"I'd like that too." Ree agreed.
"'ore." Dean interrupted holding out his plate.
"You are a hungry one." Nattie laughed as she spooned more eggs onto the plate with a couple pieces of bacon. "He may be mentally small, but he has the appetite of a man."
"Do you need us to pick any food up?"
"Maybe some juice and animal crackers. Sam?"
"Yeah, I'll start a list." he said grabbing his jacket from the chair and pulling out a pad and pen.
"Me 'rite." Dean jumped trying to get the pad and pen away from Sam.
"No, these are mine." Sam disciplined pulling them back out of his reach. Dean tried again and Sam smacked his hand to get his point across. "No." he stated more firmly. Dean screwed his face into a scowl ready to cry, as tears welled up in his eyes when Nattie came to the rescue.
"Dean why don't we go see if the birds need food. I've got a couple of bird feeders in the back yard that probably need filling."
Dean nodded happily his thoughts quickly turned to something else, as Sam mouthed a thank you to her. Dean grabbed Nattie's hand and let her lead him out the back door. He looked back at Sam with a uncertain look on his face not sure if he should go or not and pulling back from Natasha
"It's ok Dean, I'm going to run and get some movies for you to watch and maybe a surprise if you're good while I'm gone." Sam tried to reassure him.
Dean crossed the space between them in two big strides and wrapped Sam in a huge hug surprising Sam at first. He returned the hug and blinked back the tears that brimmed his eyes as it hit him again the responsibility on him shoulders to take care of his brother. With Dean like this, he would be venerable to anything supernatural. Sam hugged him tight and ruffled his hair as Dean let go and walked back to Natasha.
"Be good." Sam said hoarsely before clearing his throat so he voice wouldn't crack. "We'll be back in a few hours."
Dean waved to him before closing the door to the backyard. Sam and Ree watched Natsha show Dean the feeders and led him to the storage building where the bird food was kept.
"I'm never going to get use to that." Ree said shaking her head. "It's just not natural to see him like that."
"I know, believe me, I know. If he really gets mad, I'm not sure if I can stop him, even if he has the mind of a three-year old, he's still got the strength of adult Dean and that's scary."
"Hopefully it won't come to that. Come on while he's preoccupied, go change and let's go."
"Give me five minutes." Sam agreed heading for the bedroom.
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"You have to be very quite and the birds will come." Nattie told Dean as they sat in the swing in the backyard.
Dean pushed with his foot to make the swing move as he watched for birds to come to the feeders. Much to his delight several birds flew in and began to eat. He watched intently as different birds gathered for food. Nattie put an arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.
"You're my little big man."
He giggled and laid his head on her shoulder settled into her side. He whined softly as the birds flew away, but chirped when others came. Natasha laced her fingers through his and soaked up the moment as they swayed gently letting the warm breeze caress their faces.
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"Do you think he'll eat oatmeal?" Ree asked picking up a box and looking at it.
"He didn't eat it as an adult, but I don't know." Sam replied placing several containers of juice boxes in the cart.
"What about cereal?"
"Nothing sugary, we'll never get him off the walls."
"Kids love Jell-O and pudding." she insisted throwing some in.
"I think we're good. Let's check out and hit the rental place. Don't want to leave Dean too long with Nattie."
"She'll be fine; she'd call us if anything was wrong."
"You're right." he said adding animal crackers to the buggy. "And baby shampoo after the last time with our shampoo don't want a repeat performance and wipes too."
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They paid for their purchases and headed to the rental place. Sam picked up a dozen DVDs in hopes they would help keep Dean entertained for a few day. He figured after a week or so they would head to Bobby's to wait the remaining time out. Sam had the vial and spell stored away in a cotton lined box in his duffle bag wanting to keep them safe until they were needed.
"Sammy, why don't we take a few minutes, grab something to drink and chill out." Ree asked him as she settled in the seat beside him.
"I don't know, I don't like leaving him for long."
"He's fine, Nattie can handle him. You need to take a few minutes for yourself, it won't help Dean if you get sick."
"Ok, but only for a little bit." he agreed cranking the Impala and heading down the street to a coffee shop.
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Sam and Ree carried their purchases into a quiet house. They looked around but didn't see Nattie or Dean.
"Look." Ree nodded pulling Sam to the window. He looked out and saw them sitting in the swing watching the birds. Nattie had her arm around Dean and he was cuddled up against her content. They were slowly rocking the swing lost in their own little world.
"Wow I can't believe he's been still this long." Sam replied shocked.
"Leave it to Nattie she can hypnotize anyone." she laughed. "Let's get everything put up and join them."
"I hate to disturb them, they seem so peaceful. As much as I love my adult brother, it's nice to have a little peace. And he doesn't have to worry about saving the world for 26 more days." Sam sighed. "Too bad it can't last."
"If all of us were that innocent."
"I know. I'll get a snack ready; he'll probably be getting hungry." Sam said taking a plate and putting animal crackers, sliced apples, and carton of juice on it. He was right, fifteen minutes later Nattie and Dean came back in.
"'amy!" Dean called running to him and hugging him tightly. "Saw birdies."
"Dean, not so hard, buddy, you don't know your own strength." Sam smiled lovingly at Dean. "Look I fixed you a snack. Why don't you sit and eat."
"Yea! 'nack." he cried plopping down in a chair and pulling the plate toward him. "'uice."
"Got it right here, remember don't squeeze the box."
"Did you guys get everything you needed?" Nattie asked snagging a cracker off Dean's plate.
"Mine!" he fussed pulling the plate close to him and wrapping his arm around it.
"Dean share." Sam warned giving him another cracker. "Remember manners."
"Ok." he mused stuffing his mouth full of crackers only causing him to cough as he started to choke.
"Dean! One at a time, you're going to choke." Sam fussed grabbing a napkin.
"Mm-mm." he tried to say as cracker crumbs flew out of his mouth.
"Gross Dean." Sam grimaced trying to get him to spit some of the half eaten cookies out of his mouth. "Spit Dean, spit it out."
Sam chased his face trying to hold a napkin to his mouth. Dean was quick and avoided his hand smiling at the game spraying more crumbs on him and the table.
"Hot Rod, stop teasing your brother. If you're good today and eat your dinner, I have a surprise for you tomorrow." she encouraged.
Dean stopped and looked over at her gentle, smiling face. He spit a blob of half eaten cookies into Sam's hand, much to Sam's disgust. He grabbed his juice and took a couple of swallows. Sam tossed the mess into the trash and went to the sink to wash his hands.
"After your nap this afternoon, I got us something to play with outside." Sam told him taking a cloth to wipe his mouth.
"What?" he chirped.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"'ammy 'ease!" he begged batting his eyes at him. Sam's heart melted as he ruffled his hair wondering if this was how he had been when he was little. Dean had taken care of him his whole life and now it was his time to be the little, big brother.
"You'll just have to wait. It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now."
Dean huffed and crossed his arms madly sticking his lower lip out at Sam.
"Do you want a grilled cheese for lunch?" Natasha asked trying to get his attention on something else.
"Yes!" he piped up, his mood changing instantly, the pouting forgotten.
"How do we ask for something?" Sam prompted.
"'ease-e-e-e." he drew the word out. Nattie smiled at him and kissed him on top of the head.
"One grilled cheese it is. Sam, you want one?"
"No, I'll just have some salad." Sam said taking a small bag and laying it on the table. "You can have this now for being so good for Nattie while I was gone."
Dean grabbed up the bag and tore it open. Inside was a match box car just like the Impala.
"Baby." he cried holding it up in the air. "Vurumum." he mimicked driving the car across the table. "'ank u 'ammy." he said throwing his arms around his neck and giving him a choking hug.
"You're welcome." Sam laughed, loosening his hold a little so he could breathe. It still amazed him how something so small brought such joy to his brother. He made his heart swell to see the sheer happiness Dean displayed.
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After an uneventful lunch, thank goodness, Natasha got Dean to lie down for a npa. He wiggled and twitched not wanting to go to sleep.
"Nattie try singing Hey Jude, that's what our Mom use to sing to us." Sam suggested from the doorway. Dean looked over at him pitifully seeking permission to get up. Sam shook his head no and slipped away knowing he would go to sleep easier if he was lingering. He quickly snapped a couple of pictures before heading back to the family room.
"Alright, Hot Rod want me to sing you a song?" she asked. He nodded yes and finally settling down watching her intently.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better….."
Nattie watched his sleepy eyes grow heavy as he tried to keep them open. Curling up on his side, his thumb slipped into his mouth and he gave in to the sandman. She continued to hum a little longer as she ran her hand through his hair. Getting up slowly, she threw a blanket over his prone body and stepped out.
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"Did it work?" Sam asked as she came into the living room.
"Like a charm." she said sliding down beside Ree.
"Dean used to sing it to me when I was little too." Sam remembered staring off into space. He thought back on what he remembered from his youth, and the one constant factor had always been Dean.
"Good memories?" Ree whispered pulling him into her arms. She could feel him shaking his head yes as he let her hold him.
"You should try to nap Pup, that's the secret for moms, sleep when they sleep." Natasha told him, moving to a comfortable chair beside the couch.
"Thanks." he mumbled nuzzling Ree's neck and relaxing, stretching his body out on the couch using Ree as a pillow. He sighed letting sleep over take him. Ree kissed the top of his head and brushed his hair away from his face. She loved him so much sometimes it hurt.
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While Sam was napping, Natasha headed to the kitchen to get the sauce started for spaghetti. She wanted to get what she could done before everyone woke up. Dean as an adult was bad enough in the kitchen and under her feet, but as a three year old, he was worse.
Forty-five minutes later, a sleepy Dean made his way down the hall and into the family room dragging a blanket alone behind him.
"'amy." he yawned seeing him laying on Ree. "'amy."
"What, I'm up." Sam muttered sitting up quickly and looking around. "Dean you ok?"
"'prise, u p'mised." he insisted trying to wade the blanket up so he could carry it.
"Don't forget anything do you." he smiled wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Let's go outside, but you have to leave the blanket here."
"'k." he said laying it on the couch.
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They all trouped outside as Sam grabbed a bag off the counter. It was a warm, beautiful day; a slight breeze ruffled the leaves and brought scents of honeysuckle and lilac. Sam pulled a bottle of bubbles out and opened them. He pulled the wand out and began to blow bubbles.
Dean's eyes sparkled as he began to chase the bubbles across the yard. Sam handed Nattie a bottle and she began to add bubbles. The wind caught them and pulled them up and down, bouncing them around. They rolled and twinkled as Dean caught them between his hands. He ran from one end of the yard to the other laughing excitedly. It was contagious as the others joined in. Ree filmed the whole thing until she was pulled in chasing Dean trying to catch the bubbles first.
"Me! Me do." Dean urged Sam pulling the bottle from his hand. He dunked the wand and put it to his lips blowing hard. No bubbles came out. He fussed and tried again.
"Dean, blow easy, don't put it on you lips." Sam showed him holding his hand out a little from his mouth. "Blow easy now." Dean did as he was told and saw two small bubbles form.
"I 'id it." he cried happily doing it again. He blew bubbles at Sam and Nattie calling, "'htch 'amy pop."
"Ok." he laughed reaching for the bubbles to pop. "How 'bout we stop for a minute and get something to drink."
"'uice?" Dean asked stopping.
"Yes apple good?"
"'k." he said handing the bubbles to Sam and sitting down in a chair. Natasha handed out water and juice to everyone. They sat down to rest and enjoy the outdoors.
"'ammy 'lay." Dean urged pulling Sam up.
"Oh, how about Frisbees?" he asked pulling a bright blue one from the bag. "Go over in the yard and I'll throw it to you."
Dean did as he was told and waited for Sam to toss it. Sam gave a light toss and watched Dean tried to catch it. He missed it and ran to pick it up. Trying to imitate Sam, he took the disk and threw it, but didn't let go soon enough and it bounced across the ground.
"That's ok, try again, you need to let go sooner." Sam encouraged.
Dean picked up the disk, concentrated furring his brow and drew back his arm to throw. The disk went down instead of up and rolled over to Sam.
"Watch, hold it here, bring it back and release, one smooth motion." Sam demonstrated as it sailed easily to Dean. He ran up to catch it just missing. "One more time."
Dean didn't fair any better this time either. It rolled a few feet from him and stopped. Dean's expression got dark as he stalked to the disk and began to stomp it muttering three-year old cussing. Sam ran to him to stop him only to be hit across the jaw and mouth by one of Dean's failing arms and feel back onto his butt tasting blood from a cut at the corner of his mouth.
Dean froze and looked over at Sam seeing a trickle of blood run down his chin. Sam was shaking his head trying to focus when he heard an inhuman wail off to his left. He thought something was trying to attack them and struggled to his feet with Ree's help. Looking around for the source of the sound he saw his little, big brother sitting on the ground with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. The noise he was hearing was coming from him. He was rocking slightly and continued to keen.
"Dean, Dean are you ok?" Sam asked kneeling down beside him.
"'amymeotecu." he rattled quickly and sniffed as huge tears rolled down his dirty cheeks. He buried his head into his knees as his shoulders shook with the sobs.
"Buddy, I didn't understand, can you tell me again?" Sam asked putting a hand on his shoulder. He wiped the blood away with his other as he turned his head to try to get Dean to look at him.
"Tell me again slowly."
"Me, rotec u." Dean repeated slowly looking sideways at him.
"Pup, I think Hot Rod is trying to say 'me protect you'. Natasha interrupted.
"Is that it Dean, you're suppose to protect me?" Sam questioned.
Dean shook his head yes and a new flood of tears fell. Sam was shocked to hear that from his brother. Even with a three-year old mentality, he still thought it was his responsibility to protect him. Sam blinked away the tears not wanting to upset Dean more by seeing him cry. Of all the things that could come out of Dean's mouth, that was not something he expected. Even at that age, he felt the need to protect Sam.
"Me 'urt 'ammy." he whispered sadly pointing to the cut and red mark coming up on his cheek.
"Dean that was an accident. I know you didn't mean to hit me." he explained. "I just need to be more careful when my little, big brother has a temper tantrum. Come on, stop crying, I'm not mad and I'm not hurt."
Sam put an arm around his big brother's shoulder and gave him a hug trying to comfort him and make him feel better. Dean's shoulder's slumped and he hugged himself tighter into a ball.
"No mad?" he asked softly looking over at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"No, let's go inside and get you cleaned up." Sam replied helping him up off the lawn.
Dean put his brother in a bear hug hearing him mumble where only he could hear, 'luv u 'amy' before he headed after Nattie toward the house. Sam wiped his eyes of unshed tears and squared his shoulders before heading inside too.
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Natasha was cleaning Dean's face and hands and whispering quietly to him. She kissed his forehead and nodded to Sam. Dean had calmed down and was eating an animal cracker. Sam went to the sink and washed his hands and grabbed a paper towel to clean the blood from his chin and dap at the cut on his lip.
"I need to finish dinner, hope everyone worked up an appetite." she said turning on the water for spaghetti. The sauce was simmering in a crock pot and the salad was ready to serve. "I should have it ready in twenty minutes."
"Dean, you ok?" Sam questioned.
"Un-hun." he mumbled still not looking up at him.
He rolled the little Impala around on the table making soft car noises. His shoulders were hunched and he seemed to have withdrawn into himself. Sam watched Dean closely wondering what was going on inside his head. He rubbed his back in slow circles hoping to ease his worry. Dean leaned into Sam taking in the comfort offered and sighed softly.
"I love you." Sam whispered in Dean's ear. "You don't need to protect me; I need to protect you right now, until things get back to normal."
"'ornal?" Dean asked trying to understand what Sam was telling him.
"The way they were." Sam explained not wanting to try and explain the curse to a three-year old. Dean didn't question further as he pushed the car across the table.
"Hot Rod, you 'bout ready to eat?"
"Eat." he smiled up at her perking up some.
"Go get Ree then."
"'ee!" Dean yelled from his seat. "Eat!"
"Dean inside voice please. Nattie meant go get her."
"I heard." Ree laughed running her fingers through her damp hair.
"Come on guys, it's ready." Nattie said setting the garlic toast on the table. Sam, Ree, and Dean took a seat around the table and waited for Natasha to say grace.
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Sam fixed Dean a plate and set it in front of him. Dean picked up his fork and tried to spear the spaghetti only to have it fall off before it made it to his mouth. He tried again and managed to get a small bite in his mouth and the rest on his chest. Sam saw his problem and took his plate back to cut up the spaghetti and gave Dean a spoon. Dean smiled as he shoved a big spoon in his mouth pushing loose strands into his mouth with his fingers.
"Slow down buddy, not so much at a time." Sam cautioned. "Smaller bites."
"Mm- 'k." he chewed open mouthed. He used the spoon in one hand and his fingers from the other hand to feed himself. Sauce and spaghetti were smeared over his face and on his shirt. Ree held up her phone and snapped pictures to add to her growing number.
"Blackmail." she smiled shrugging her shoulders as Sam looked at her funny and then smiled knowingly. Dean smiled at them not sure what was funny.
"Well Hot Rod, I think you need a bath." Natasha suggested. "We'll let Sam and Ree clean up in here and I'll help you get a shower."
"'k." he said chewing his last bite of toast.
Sam grabbed his napkin and wiped part of the mess off his face and his shirt. He didn't know how messy a three-year old could be when feeding himself.
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Figuring the easiest way not to scare a three year old and to give Dean a good shower would be to put on a bathing suit and join him in the shower. She thought she was being very creative with that idea.
"Stay here I'll be right back." she told him sitting him on the commode and heading to her bedroom to change.
"Ok, Hot Rod, let's get these dirty clothes off and get you in the shower."
"Per-ty." he said feeling her bathing suit.
"Why thank you sweet cakes. Let me get the water adjusted and look, your brother got you your very own shampoo, no tears."
"Yea!" he cried stepping into the shower with Nattie.
"Now hold on to this bar and hold your head back so I can wash your hair." she instructed. Dean did as he was told and she shampooed his hair making sure to keep the water out of his eyes.
"Oh, boo-boo." he commented touching her arm where she had been injured.
"Yes, I got a boo-boo."
"'iss 'ake be-ter." he said comfortingly and kissed her arm on the injury and looking lovingly into her eyes.
"Aw-w thank you." she cooed to him. He grinned proudly and helped her wash himself down. She made sure all the suds were rinsed off before shutting off the water and getting towels.
"Stay here and let me change and I'll get you some sweats." she instructed putting the toilet seat down and steering him to it. She stripped off her suit from under the towel and hung it in the shower before heading to her room for clothes.
She found Dean trying to put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "Honey, that's too much." she told him taking the brush and paste from him. After cleaning the brush, she added the paste and helped him brush.
"Don't swallow, spit and rinse." she instructed. "Ok, now go find your brother."
"'amy!" Dean called walking down the hall.
"Dean, inside voice, remember." Sam reminded him as he squeezed between Ree and him on the couch. Sam frowned as he slid over looking at Ree who snickered putting an arm around Dean who cuddled with her giving Sam a sly look. Sam gave Ree a bitch face over Dean's head making her grin that much more.
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Thirty minutes into the movie, Dean was nodding off. Sam knew he couldn't carry him to bed, so he got him up and guided him to the bedroom. "Dean, is it ok if Nattie sleeps in here tonight?"
"Yea, 'ove 'attie." he answered before rolling over and settling in.
"Love you." Sam whispered before turning off the lamp and turning on the nightlight. He left the door ajar and joined the girls in the living room. "Dean said you could sleep with him tonight Nattie."
"Good, maybe he'll stay in bed then. I think I'll head that way shortly, I'm beat."
"I hope so too, we all need a good night's sleep. Ree wake up, let's go on to bed."
"Five more minutes, Sis."
"Come on sleepy head." Sam tried again. "Let's go to bed."
"Ok." she fussed letting him help her off the couch.
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Natasha slipped into bed with Dean, being careful not wake him. She got settled and felt Dean scoot closer spooning her body. His body relaxed and he was in a deep sleep in seconds. She listened to his steady, slow breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall against her back and let it lull her to sleep.
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At five the next morning, Nattie's internal clock went off and she slipped out of bed trying not to wake Dean.
"'at'e?" Dean asked sleepily feeling for her body .
"Sh-sh-sh go back to sleep. I'll be back in a bit."
"Go-in'?"
"On a run, now go back to sleep." she whispered.
"Dee run." Dean started trying to get unwrapped from the covers.
"No, sweets, not this time."
"Run!" he said louder. "Run!"
"Dean you don't have any running shoes, your boots won't work."
"Run!" he yelled.
"Hush, you'll wake up your brother. When we go out today, we'll get you some shoes and you can go tomorrow." she tried to convince him.
"'omise."
"I promise." she said kissing his cheek and pushing him back into bed.
"What's going on?" Sam yawned stumbling down the hall in his briefs to check on the yelling.
"Dean wanted to run with me, but I convinced him otherwise. Now go back to bed Pup."
"Sounds good." he mumbled heading back to the other bedroom.
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Dean being the inquisitive three year old, didn't want to go back to sleep. He lay there humming and playing with his car getting bored. He looked around for something to do and eyed his bag. He would surprise 'ammy and 'attie and get dressed. He got his bag and began to pull clothes out of it looking for something he liked.
Something shiny caught his eye that was tucked in the bottom of the bag. Dean dug deeper and pulled out his Colt .45. Smiling widely, he began to examine the gun. He turned it over, around, upside down, pushing and turning anything that would move. So when the safety clicked off, he studied it closely. His finger found the trigger as he turned the gun toward his chest.
Nattie opened the door to the kitchen just as a gun shot echoed down the hall breaking the silence in the house.
Hope you have enjoyed three-year old Dean's antics. It was really fun to write. Please review and let me know.
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