CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Dean asks Sam a question. Sam goes out, so Bobby looks after Dean.

"Sammy, me's ask keston?" asked Dean from his seat beside his brother on the couch.

"Of course you can, kiddo," replied Sam, picking his coffee up from the table.

"Impa gotted bwa?"

The question took Sam by surprise, and he ended up spitting coffee everywhere, and having a coughing fit. When he finished, he turned to Dean. "Excuse me?"

"Impa gotted bwa? Girls have bwas... and Impa girl. She have one?"

"Er... No. The car doesn't have a bra. And how do you know about bras, young man?"

Dean pointed at the TV. "Me see'd girls. Dey wear bwa hide dey's boobies. Why not Impa?"

"You shouldn't watch things with girls in just bras. And er... Cars aren't people... and.. and only girls who are people have them."

Dean nodded, then pointed at his fish. "Mawy gotted boobies?"

"No. Fish don't have boobies or have to wear a bra... now can we talk about something else?"

"'Kay Sammy." Dean was silent for a minute, and asked, "Sammy?"

"What now?"

"Mommy have boobies?" Dean asked his brother seriously.

Sam covered his face. "Oh my god." He took his hand away, and looked down at Dean. "Yes, she did. Grown up girls have boobies, and boys have doodles, okay? Now watch TV."

Dean looked down at his hands. "Sammy? What Daddy wook wike? Me's not see'd him."

Sam reached over to pick him up and sat him on his knee. "I have a picture in my wallet of both of them together." He got out the picture of both their parents and showed it to his brother. "There he is, kiddo."

"Dey smile, Sammy."

"Yeah. They were very happy. They loved each other... and us two very much. Are you okay?"

Dean nodded, and ran his finger over his Dad's face. "He hair same dan you."

"Yeah... I guess he does."

"Me's not have Daddy... but you Daddy. You's good Daddy," he said with a sweet smile.

Sam looked surprised. "I... You... Did you just say I was like a Dad to you?"

"Me in twouble?"

Sam smiled, and hugged Dean tightly. "Are you kidding? It's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Dean giggled, and hugged Sam back. "Yay. Me's maked Sammy happy. Me feed Fishy's." He got up off the couch, and ran over to his pets. "Hiya Johnny and Mawy," he said, getting the tub of food. "Sammy, open dis."

"Here you go." Sam opened it for him, and placed a bit of the food in Dean's hand.

"Fank you." Dean stood on the little stool, and fed his fish. He picked up his jar of caterpillars, and showed them his other pets. "You member catpiars? Ooh ooh, DC dere." Dean unscrewed the lid, and picked the green caterpillar up. "AC aseeps."

"Make sure he doesn't wiggle away."

Dean giggled, and picked the caterpillar up in his fingers. He moved his hand close to Sam's face, and shook the caterpillar slightly. "Ooooo. Wiggling. He Wiggling, Sammy. Oooo."

Sam laughed, and shook his head. "Okay then. What do you want for lunch, kiddo?"

"SGHETTI!"

A few hours later, Bobby came in to take care of Dean, while Sam went out with some friends for a few drinks.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm going out for awhile, and uncle Bobby is going to look after you, okay?"

Dean immediately looked upset. "Why? You's weave me?"

"No, I'm not leaving you. I'm just going out for awhile, and I promise I'll be back."

"'Kay, Sammy. Me's miss you," Dean whispered sadly, and gave his brother a hug.

Sam closed his eyes, and hugged Dean back. "I'll tell you what... If you miss me later, you can ask Bobby to call me, okay? And if I miss you, I'll phone you. How about that?"

"Yeah, Sammy. Fank you." Dean giggled, and reached up to kiss Sam's cheek. "Me's be good. Make Impa not dwive away."

"Of course I will. I have to go, kiddo. Love you," he said, kissing Dean's nose.

"Woves you, Sammy. Bye bye."

Dean, Bobby and Zeppelin were sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon that Bobby had introduced as Beetlejuice. Dean loved it and sat watching with a big smile on his face, giggling and clapping whenever the ghost with the most said or did something funny.

When it was over, Dean was bored as they watched another show that was on afterwards. "Dis bowing unca Bee-bee. Me go seeps," he said, sighing dramatically.

"It's not that boring, little man," said Bobby, flicking through the channels for something to watch.

Dean smiled up at Bobby, and snuggled closer to his dog. "What dat?" he asked, pointing at the kids film Bobby had stopped on.

"That's Home Alone 2, little man. It's about a little boy. Do ya want to watch it?"

"Yes pees."

Dean giggled when Harry ended up flying on top of a car. "Me's not wike dat wittle man. He nasty... Oh no."

Bobby frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Me say he wittle man, but me's wittle man, not him... he big meanie."

Bobby smiled, and hugged Dean. "That's right. Yer my little man," he said, kissing Dean's hair.

"Yeah. And you's my unca Bee-bee, no else." He turned back to the film, and burst out laughing when Kevin threw bricks, which hit Marv in the face. "Me wike dat big mister, he funny."

"Trust ya to like the bad guy."

Dean burst into giggles, and fell into Bobby when the tall one got electrocuted. "H-He scweam same dan girl, unca Bee-bee," he said, and fell about laughing again.

When the film finished, Dean climbed onto Bobby's knee. "Hiya."

"Hiya, little man. Are ya okay?"

"Yeah. What we's-" Dean jumped when Bobby's phone started ringing.

Bobby got out his phone, and put it to his ear. "Hello."

"Hey, Bobby. How's Dean?"

"He's fine, Sam. He's just watched Home Alone 2."

Dean started bouncing on Bobby. "Me's talk Sammy?" he asked with big hopeful eyes.

"I'm going to put the little man on before he bruises me or something," said Bobby, before passing the phone to Dean.

"Hiya Sammy. Impa 'kay? She wunned away?"

Sam laughed. "No kiddo. The car is fine. I missed you, so I called like I promised. What have you been doing?"

"Erm... watch funny fingy wiv funny mister dat scweam. Sammy when you's back?"

"I'll be back soon. I'll be back before you go to bed, okay?"

"'Kay, Sammy. Bye bye. Woves you woads and woads."

"I love you too... millions and trillions. See you later, kiddo."

"See you awell, Sammy," said Dean, then handed the phone to Bobby.

"Are ya okay, little man?"

Dean smiled, and nodded. "Yeah. Sammy come home. What we's do?"

"Do ya want to paint for a bit?"

"YEAH! Dat cool, unca Bee-bee," said Dean, getting down from the couch, and running into the kitchen with Zeppelin.

"Sit at the kitchen table, and I'll get the painting things ready," said Bobby, standing up. While he was getting the paints, he picked up a t-shirt of Sams that needed washing. "Okay, get this on, so ya don't ruin those clothes."

"'Kay." Dean put his brother's shirt on, and looked down at himself. "It wook wike dwess."

Bobby chuckled, setting up the table. "Yeah, it does, little man. I don't think Sam would want ya to get those new clothes messy, so it'll protect yer clothes."

"'Kay unca Bee-bee," agreed Dean, pulling out the chair beside his so Zeppelin could jump up and sit beside him. After giving his dog a kiss, he climbed up onto his own chair to wait for Bobby to set it up.

After five minutes, the table was ready. "Here ya go," said Bobby, handing a paintbrush to Dean, before picking one up himself.

"Fank you. What you's paint, unca Bee-bee?"

"Yer going to see when it's done," answered Bobby, painting a black circle.

Fifteen minutes later, both were finished with their pictures. "Me's do it, unca Bee-bee. You's wike it?"

Bobby looked at the picture. "Is it us?" he asked the little boy, who was now wearing his uncle's hat. It was too big at first, but Bobby had adjusted it to fit Dean's little head.

"Yeah, unca Bee-bee. Dis me..." Dean pointed at the little figure. "Dis you..." he pointed at the bigger one. "And dis sun. And we's two happy happy joy joy. And Jewwy dere..." Dean pointed at the tiny brown circle, then pointed at the bigger brown circle. "Dat Zeppin."

"Wow. That's awesome. It looks just like us all."

Dean smiled proudly. His eyes widened when he looked at Bobby's picture and saw the car. "Dat Impa," he whispered in awe. "Wow. Dat bootful."

"Thanks, little man." Bobby dipped his finger in the blue paint, and put it on Dean's nose.

"Oh no. You paint my's nose." Dean crossed his eyes to see his nose. "Wight. Me's get you," said the little Winchester, getting paint on all his fingers, before standing on his chair, and running his fingers down Bobby's cheeks, leaving four coloured lines down each side of his face. "Ha ha. Gotted you."

Bobby smiled, and got more paint. This time he drew a 'D' on one cheek, and a 'W' on the other. "There ya go. Ya have a D and W. There yer initials."

Dean grinned at Bobby, and put his whole hand in the paint. He slapped his little hand on Bobby's forehead, leaving a tiny green hand print. "Gotted you again. Na na." Dean stuck his tongue out, and sat down with some new paper to start another picture.

An hour later, they were still painting when Sam came home. He froze in the kitchen doorway when he saw his little brother and uncle. When they didn't notice him standing there, he cleared his throat, making them jump.

"Oh. Hey Sam. We were busy."

Sam laughed when he saw the paint-covered faces. "Yeah, I can see that. What have you been doing then?"

"We's not do noffing," said Dean innocently.

"Okay... What happened to your faces then?" Sam asked, sitting at the other side of the table.

Dean looked at Bobby, then back at Sam. "Erm... We's got beated up by paint... and it jump, and... and got my and unca Bee-bee face. In't it, unca Bee-bee?"

Bobby shook his head, chuckling. "If ya say so, little man."

"Riiiight. Why does Bobby have a hand print the same size as your hand on his forehead?"

Dean sighed dramatically. "Fine den. It me do it. Me and unca Bee-bee have fight wiv paint... OOH OOH! SAMMY HUG!" he yelled, climbing off his chair, and running to Sam.

Sam smiled, and picked him up. "Hey, I missed you. Can I have a big hug from my favourite brother?"

Dean grinned, and gave Sam a hug. "Yeah. Me have you's shirt on," he whispered against Sam's chest.

"Yeah, I know. We'll have to get you in the bath soon."

"Me and unca Bee-bee have fun, Sammy. We's paint."

Bobby stood up, and started clearing the table. "Sam get the little man in the bath, while I start dinner."

After dinner, Dean went into the living room with Zeppelin, and walked over to the wall with one of his books, and sat down. "Hiya Jewwy. It bedtime, so me's wead," he said, opening his book, and looking at the first picture. "Erm... One a time, dis girl gotted dwess on... and went walk to sop."

Bobby and Sam stood at the door, watching Dean reading a bedtime story to the mouse. "It's going to be hard to see him go when the year finishes," Sam whispered to Bobby. "But I can't wait to see big Dean, I've missed him."

"I was thinking the same thing earlier," Bobby whispered back. They both smiled when Dean started giggling when the mouse came out.

Zeppelin shifted closer to Dean, and started growling softly at the mouse in warning not to come any closer to the little boy.

"Hiya Jewwy. Girl see'd mister and went home and maked food... and eated it... den went bed. End." Dean closed the book, and looked at the mouse. "You wike it, Jewwy?" The mouse just sat there staring at Dean, who got up and walked to the couch.

Zeppelin jumped up next to him and laid across his lap, so Dean started stroking his fingers through his fur. He looked up at Sam, and lifted the book with his free hand. "Wead dis, Sammy."

Sam walked over to the couch, and sat beside Dean. He opened the book, and started reading.

TBC

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