A Hiccup in Time Ch. 29

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Spoiler Alert for Devil's Trap with one small adjustment to fit the story line!

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Previously: "Okay, your loss big brother." Sam called out as he caught the ball once again." Happy in the knowledge that at least for now, he had the best family in the world and he wouldn't trade them for anything.

As Sam lay in bed that night thinking, he couldn't help but grin remembering the wonderful afternoon he had spent with his dad. He had always thought that his father viewed him as one big pain in the ass, someone he had to deal with because of the family connection. He was pleased to find out just how wrong he had been in that regard. His dad really did love him, why else would he have kept all of that stuff? As his thoughts moved to their game of catch, his smile grew wider causing his dimples to appear. After all of these years, he finally got to do something that normal boys got to do everyday, play ball with his dad.

Rolling over onto his side, he glanced at his brother who was currently snoring. He had asked Dean to join in the game with them, but Dean had turned down the offer choosing to sit and watch instead. He knew Dean did it because he didn't was to infringe on his special afternoon with his dad. He really wouldn't have minded, but was grateful to Dean for allowing him to have that one-on-one time with their father. "Ya know, you really are the best big brother in the world." Sam whispered to his slumbering sibling, who chose that exact time to smile. For a minute, Sam wondered if Dean had heard him, but then Dean whispered a girls name in his sleep dispelling that notion right away.

As his eyes grew droopy, Sam wondered what the next day would bring. He was so tired of losing huge chunks of his life. It scared him to think that little Sammy could one day take over completely and he would be lost forever more, but he refused to let his dad and Dean see those fears. They already had enough to worry about trying to take care of him without him adding to their heavy burden. As he thought about the mess they were in, he figured the bright side of things was at least it had brought his family closer together, gave him the father he missed out on all those years ago. That was his final thought as he slipped off to sleep.

Meanwhile in his own room, John was also thinking about the events of the day. He chided himself for not realizing just how strong Sam's fear of abandonment was. He should have realized that his youngest had such strong issues with being left behind. He felt like kicking himself in the derriere for not realizing just how insecure Sam was. Thank goodness they had been able to talk things through and he had been able to prove his love for his youngest.

Still it ticked him off that it took this predicament they were in for Sammy to know that he was truly loved. Had he really been such a bad father through the years? Had he turned away from giving his sons affection after Mary had died? When did he become his boys drill sergeant instead of their father? Realizing he couldn't change the past, he promised himself to be a much better father from here on out, whatever the outcome of the situation they were in now.

At least he had made a good start on that promise earlier by spending some bonding time with Sam. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Sam smile and laugh so much. Even his own jaws were aching from the constant laughing he had done as he and Sam tossed that ball back and forth. "Why couldn't I have done this with Sammy when he was younger?" He questioned himself with a wistful sigh. If he had spent more time with his youngest, maybe they wouldn't have fought so much. Deciding that their fighting days would be few and far between from now on, he had just drifted off into a restful sleep when he was jarred awake by the sounds of his youngest screaming out in terror.

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Flash: He is unable to help in his toddler form as he watches his brother being tortured by his father who's eyes are now yellow, he pleads with him to leave Dean alone. Flash: He watches as his possessed father lifts his brother by his throat squeezing the life out of Dean before flinging him towards a wall. Flash: He watches as his father clenches his hand into a fist and blood begins pouring from Dean's chest as he begs their father to keep the demon from killing him.

"Nooooo" Sam screams out in terror as he bolts up in bed shaking violently from the scenes he witnessed in his vision. He can feel the tears running down his cheeks as he remembers the vivid sight of his brother bleeding out in front of him. He starts rocking himself back and forth in comfort until suddenly, he feels the bed dip beside him and comforting arms drawing him in.

"Shh Sammy, it's alright. I've got ya." Dean says as he pulls Sammy close to his chest, rubbing circles on his back to calm and comfort him. Hearing the sounds of rapid footsteps coming their way, he looks up as the door to their room opens to reveal his panicked dad entering, dressed only in his boxers. He smirks as his dad scans the room, gun held at the ready, for any signs of danger.

"S'okay dad, Sam just had a nightmare. You can stand down now." Dean informed his dad as he gently continued rocking his baby brother trying to calm him down. He didn't like the way that Sam's trembling seemed to be increasing instead of slowing.

"Not a n-nightmare, v-vision." Sam stuttered out as he burrowed deeper into his brother's comforting hold trying to quell the headache that was building behind his eyes.

"Damn it, that's the last thing we need to happen." John thought as he lowered his gun and walked over to sit down beside his sons. Reaching out a hand and carding his fingers through his youngest child's hair, John said, "Sam, I need you to tell me what you saw kiddo so that we can hopefully stop whatever happened in your vision." He couldn't help but notice that Sam's trembling increase significantly from his close proximity. "What the hell?" he questioned as Sam shifted away from him like he was scared or something.

"Sammy?" Dean queried as he tightened his hold on Sam who was now softly sobbing.

"Dad was po-possessed Dean, he was ki-killing you and I couldn't s-stop him." Sam whimpered as he grasped onto Dean's shirt with both fists and buried his head into Dean's chest. His had a thunder boomer of a headache now and the lights were making it worse.

"Sam, I'm sure it was just a nightmare. Dad's too smart to let himself get possessed. The incident with the Kupua demon has probably got your subconscious working overtime kiddo. There's no reason to worry little brother, everything's going to be alright." Dean stated trying to ease Sam's fears.

"You're wrong Dean, it was too vivid, like my dreams about Jess and that family that was living in our old house. They all came true Dean and this one will too." Sam retorted trying to make Dean understand the seriousness of the situation. Knowing that he needed to fill his family in on what was probably the most important aspect of the vision, he started biting his finger nails in nervousness before stating "Dean, dad's eyes were yellow in my vision."

"Son of a bitch." John swore as he clenched his fists and took a deep breath. If things weren't bad enough already, it sounded like they would soon have to deal with that yellow eyed bastard too. Don't get him wrong, he wanted to find that bastard and take him down, but not while Sam was so vulnerable. Hearing the sound of a slight cough, he turned to see Bobby standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. "I take it you just heard everything Sam said."

"Yeah, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but well, Sam's screams woke me up." Bobby said by way of explanation. "From the sounds of it, maybe we better start preparing for an unwelcomed visitor. No sense in taking any chances. You know I've got protective wards up all over the place, but…" Bobby trailed off knowing damn well what could happen.

'Yeah, okay, just give us a minute." John said with a tight smile. He needed to make sure that Sam was okay first. He watched as Bobby nodded his in understanding and then walked away to start checking the protective wards he already had in place. Turning his attention back to his boys, John reached out to grasp Sam's chin and gently moved Sam's head until they were face to face. It hurt him to see the fear shining in Sam's eyes knowing that he was the one causing it. "Sam, I know you scared right now tiger and you have every right to be after what you saw in your vision. But I want you to know kiddo that me and Bobby are going to do everything we can to keep your vision from occurring. Now that you've given us a warning, hopefully we'll be ready to face the demon when the time comes." John said as he palmed Sam's cheeks and then kissed him on the forehead.

"I know you will dad. I'm sorry, I don't mean to act like such a big baby but these damn toddler hormones have me all out of whack right now." Sam replied as he balled his hands into a fist and placed them on each side of his head as he shut his eyes.

"Sammy, is your head hurting that bad?" John questioned seeing the after effects the vision was causing on his youngest and not liking them. He never really had any experiences with Sam's visions yet and he damned sure didn't like what was happening now.

"Yes Sir." Sam groaned as nausea began to assail him. The color drained quickly from his face as he spoke one word. "Sick!"

John quickly grabbed the waste basket between the boys beds and held it in front of his baby boy as Sam leaned over and began to throw up the contents of his stomach. He grimaced as the retching sounds filled the room. He didn't have to worry about his youngest collapsing though since Dean had him in a firm hold with one arm as the other supported Sammy's head. Once the vomiting had turned into dry heaves, John walked to the bathroom down the hall and got a couple of washcloths and ran them under some cool water. Returning to the room, he saw that Dean had placed Sam down on the bed so he could rest better. "Sam, close your eyes for me. I'm going to put a cool washcloth over your eyes to help with the pain and use another to wipe your face down." John informed his youngest as he waited for him to comply.

Once Sam was resting more comfortably, John left him in Dean's care while he went to find Bobby to help with the protective wards. He didn't want to admit it, but Sam's vision had scared the hell out of him. He didn't want to be the one responsible for hurting his kids in that way. He would rather die than be taken over by that yellow eyed bastard and be forced to hurt his boys.

TBC This story is finally coming to a close in the next few chapters, unless my muse highjack's me and takes me elsewhere again LOL!