CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Little!Dean meets big!Dean, part 2.

A few mornings later, big Dean woke up to a little body curled up beside him. He smiled, and shook the little boy awake. "Hey, little dude. Wake up."

Little Dean's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily at his older self. "Hiya big dude."

"What are you doing in my bed? You should be sleeping with your brother in the other bed," he said, pointing across the room where Sam was still asleep.

Dean lowered his head, blushing slightly. "I not want you woney by you's own," he whispered, hiding his face with his teddy.

"Aw, that's nice, but I wouldn't be lonely. You and Sam are across the room. Zep's on the floor in the middle." At hearing his name, the dog jumped on the bed, nearly squashing the two Deans. "Whoa."

Little Dean started giggling, and moved Zeppelin to the side. "You's skishing me and Dean knight."

Zeppelin barked once as if he was saying sorry and proceeded to give both Deans his own special kisses, making them both laugh.

"What are you lot doing?" asked Sam, sitting up, and looking at his little brother. "Didn't you go to sleep in our bed, young man?"

"I not want Dean knight be sad, so I's come his bed."

Sam couldn't help smiling. "Dean, he wouldn't be sad because he had nobody in his bed. And he was okay with your teddy the other nights, you don't have to keep him company."

Big Dean smiled at his younger self. "See? I told you I'd be okay on my own... or with Metallica." He put his arm around the little shoulders, and gave the boy a little hug. "I'm hungry. Do you want to help with breakfast?"

"Yeah, I's hep you," said Dean, before climbing down from the bed, and running to the door. "Unca Bee-bee waked up?" Without waiting for an answer, he ran down the hallway to Bobby's room, and opened the door. "Unca Bee-bee, you's aseeps?" He walked in the bedroom, to see his uncle still sleeping, so he climbed up on the bed, and started shaking him. "Unca Bee-bee."

Bobby groaned and rolled to face Dean, who was grinning at him. "What do ya want, little man?"

"Me and Dean knight make befast. Want it?" whispered the little Winchester.

"Yer making breakfast? I better get the fire extinguisher out in-case ya start a fire."

"No. You's putted kisen on fire."

Bobby chuckled. "Dean, I didn't set it on fire, it was only smoke."

"Hey, mini-me. Leave Bobby to get ready, and come down with me," said big Dean, standing at the door, fully dressed with Zeppelin at his side.

Little Dean turned back to Bobby, and kissed his cheek. "Huwwy up," he said, before getting down, and following his older self downstairs. He ran into the kitchen where big Dean had put a chair next to the counter, and climbed up onto it. "Fank you's chair, big dude."

"You're welcome, little dude. I'll make the coffee, then we'll start the pancakes, okay?"

Little Dean nodded, and climbed on the counter when big Dean turned his back. He opened the cupboard to get the flour where Sam had shown him, and tried to get it down.

Dean's eyes widened when he turned and saw little Dean. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, rushing over.

The little boy jumped in surprise, and ended up completely covered in flour. "Oops."

"Come here, you freak," he said, picking him up, and lowering him to the floor. "You look like a ghost."

"Ooooooooo," said the little boy, wiggling his fingers.

The older Dean laughed again, and took the little hand to lead him into the living room. "Er... We had an accident."

Sam's eyes widened when he looked over and saw his flour-covered brother. "Okay, why is he completely white?"

"White, Sammy. It jump on me, and gotted me. Dean knight say I's wook wike ghostie."

Bobby came downstairs, and stopped when he saw the little boy. "What happened?"

"We had an accident with the flour, I'll sort him out. Come on, Casper. Let's get you cleaned up. We'll get breakfast sorted when we finish," Dean called over his shoulder.


Twenty minutes later, big Dean carried little Dean back downstairs. "Hiya. We's twins," said little Dean, waving.

Sam and Bobby smiled when they saw the two wearing black t-shirts with blue over-shirt. The only difference was the shoes, little Dean was wearing his little black boots, older Dean's were dark brown.

"Er... I think ya both have a slight age difference to be twins, little man."

Little Dean pouted. "Noooo. Dean knight say we's twins. He gotted feckwes awell," he said, running his fingers over big Dean's freckled nose. "We's two awsum Deans."

"We're awesome because we have freckles?"

"One dem. But we's bestest. Ooh ooh. We have picture? We's dwessed same."

Sam sighed as he got his phone out, and took five pictures of the two Deans.

After they had their pictures, the two finally started breakfast.


"BEFAST WEADY!"

Sam and Bobby came in and sat at the table. "Wow. This looks good, guys."

"YAY!" The two Deans high-fived each other. Zeppelin barked and raised his paw for a high-five too, which both Deans gave him with grins on their faces.

"Dean knight say dey 'awsum Dean awsum pancakes'. Ha. I say we's not putted kisen on fire."

Bobby chuckled. "Okay. Ya did a good job, little man," he said, taking a bite. "Wow. These are awesome."

The Deans sat smiling at each other. "Damn straight/stwaight," they said in unison, then burst out laughing.


A few hours later, Dean and Sam were sitting on the steps outside with a beer. Little Dean was sitting in the middle with Zeppelin laying by his feet.

"I'd love to be a fireman," said big Dean suddenly.

Little Dean's eyes widened. "Wow. I's do awell. I see'd fi'man's, den I was fi'man unca Bee-bee putted kisen on fire when he maked sghetti toast, and I's save him."

When big Dean started laughing, Sam smiled and said, "What about the time you almost blew the motel up with a microwave?" So the little boy didn't get confused they had told him that Sam and Dean the knight were best friends growing up.

"Hey. That was not my fault. The microwave was possessed."

"Yeah. Sure it was. It didn't have anything to do with you being sick and delirious, and thinking the spoons were cold."

Little Dean giggled. "Dat funny, Dean knight."

"You know I go all weird when I have a fever," said Dean, smirking at Sam. "What about the time you had a fever, and you thought Dad was a clown? That was hilarious."

Sam started blushing furiously. "That was... That was so not funny."

"Oh, but it was," said big Dean, still laughing.

"I's go wee-wee now. But we's see Undaker, Sammy?" asked the little boy, standing up. Zeppelin saw him stand up and shot up too, ready to go with him wherever he went.

"If you're good, you can watch him for an hour later." Sam held Dean's cup for him, while he went inside.

"I still think the Undertaker's cool. I've liked him for years."

"Yeah. After you got over the whole 'Undertaker's-not-human' phase. Whenever Dad was looking for a new hunt, you were always like 'What about that 'Taker dude? He's so not human, we have to hunt him'."

"That wasn't my fault. The guy has come back from the dead god knows how many times. In our line of work, what do you expect me to do?"

Sam rolled his eyes again. "Dean, the Undertaker is the Deadman in wrestling, not real life."

Little Dean walked back out, and heard them referring to the Undertaker as dead. "Undaker dead?" he asked sadly, coming to sit in-between them.

The two men wrapped their arms around the little shoulders as Zeppelin jumped up, resting his paws on his legs as he gave him some special kisses, licking his face all over.

"Hey, come on mini-me. 'Taker's not dead, you saw him a few months ago, remember? The Undertaker's been the Deadman for years. You can't kill the Undertaker, he always comes back." Dean paused to tweak the little nose. "As he's said himself, he'll never rest in peace. Which means in wrestling, he'll never die. Okay?"

"Kay, I's weally happy now."

Sam leaned down to kiss the spiky hair. "Good. I'm going in now, why don't you two find something to do?"

Little Dean grinned at the older. "You's say stowy when you getted monsters?"

"Yeah. Why not. Er... There was this time when me and Samuel had to check out this weird-ass painting..."


Three stories later, little Dean sighed. "Ooh ooh. We's have Mmmmm's?" he asked big Dean with a hopeful expression.

"I think you mean M&M's, mini-me. I don't think we have any. Why don't we go get some? I love M&M's too."

Dean's little face lit up. "YAY! Come, Dean knight. We's say to Sammy," he said, before running inside, followed by big Dean and his dog.

"Hey Sam. I'm taking mini-me to the store. Do you need anything?"

"What are you going to the store for?" asked Sam, getting little Dean into his jacket.

"We need some M&M's."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You need M&M's? I don't think you'll stop working if you don't have M&M's."

"We might do. We might be robots, who need M&M's to survive. You never know."

"Sure, if you say so, Dean. You can get some bread," he told him, getting his wallet out to give him some money.

"I's want money awell," said little Dean, holding his hand out.

Sam gave his little brother five dollars, before turning to his big brother. "Make sure he doesn't spend your money too... and be careful. Watch out for bees."

"I'm older than you are. Stop the mother henning. I think I can take care of myself and the little dude here."

Sam bit his lip nervously, and reached into his pocket. "Here, take his pen," he said, handing it over. "Just in-case. And you better have yours too, because if you don't and you get stung again, I'm going to kick your ass."

"You can try. I have my pen in my pocket, mother. Come on, mini-me," he said, before turning to Sam. "Bye, bitch."

"Bye bye, bish," repeated little Dean, waving.

"Bye, jerks."

The two laughed, and got Zeppelin's lead out of the drawer so they could take him with them.


The three got to the store, and got two bags of M&M's, bread and something for dinner. Little Dean got some crisps with his money, and asked Dean to get Sam some chocolate.

They were walking back when little Dean saw a group of bees gathered around a rosebush. "DEAN KNIGHT! BEES!" he screamed with wide eyes when some of the bees flew towards them.

"Oh crap," said Dean, picking the terrified boy up, wrapping his jacket around him. "Hey, you're going to be alright. Move your head, so you're facing the hole in my jacket, so you can still breathe." When the little boy turned his head, he took off running as fast as he could. He let go of Zeppelin's lead, so he could hold Dean properly. "Zep, run."

Zeppelin barked once, and started running ahead of them in the direction of home. Every few feet, he would look back at them to make sure they were still following him, not willing to let them out of his sight.

Little Dean started whimpering. "I's scared big dude," he whispered, clinging onto Dean with his arms and legs.

"Shh. I won't let them get you, little dude. Can you still breathe okay?" He felt Dean nod against him. "Keep talking to me, so I know I'm not suffocating you, and so I know you're okay."

"S-Sammy say you's hurted by bees awell. What do dey get you?"

"I'm not letting those things near either of us, you hear me?" he asked, sighing in relief when he saw the house a few feet away. "We're nearly home now."

Dean sniffled, and held big Dean tighter. "Fank you's save me. You bestest knight."

"You're welcome, mini-me. And thanks. You can be my little knight," said big Dean when they reached the yard.

Sam was standing at the door with a worried expression, and sighed in relief when he saw the two Deans running towards him. "There you are. I thought something had happened to you both when Zeppelin came back on his own. I was going to go looking for you. Are you okay?"

When big Dean put the little boy down, the tiny Winchester gave his legs a hug, and ran straight into the house to see his dog and Bobby.

"Bees," big Dean gasped out. He looked behind him, but didn't see any sign of them.

Sam's eyes widened. "Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I put him in my jacket to protect him. He's fine, just scared."

"What about you? Did you protect yourself?" asked Sam, trying to sound angry, but sounding scared instead.

"That doesn't matter, as long as mini-me's safe, that's all I cared about. I had to get him out of there."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "I care about both of you. You're an idiot, you know that? After what happened the other day, did you think about what Dean would go through if he saw you die, if you died right in-front of him?"

"I saved him, what more do you want!" asked Dean, getting angry.

"I WANT YOU TO CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!"

"HEY!" came another angry voice. "YOU'S STOP FIGHTING OR GO BED!" The tiny Winchester was standing on the steps with his little hands on his hips, glaring at the two men.

The two older Winchesters raised their eyebrows at being told off by a three year old. Big Dean stood to attention, and raised his hand in a salute. "Yes sir, Winchester sir."

Sam couldn't help laughing, little Dean giggled. "Get in the house, you freak," he said, shaking his head fondly.


That evening, the two Deans and Sam were sitting on the couch with Zeppelin, and Bobby was in his chair as they decided what to watch.

"BATMAN!" yelled the two Deans in unison through mouthfuls of popcorn.

Bobby raised his hand. "I vote Batman."

Sam rolled his eyes, and got Dean's Batman movies tape ready. "Batman it is."

"Awesome/Awsum."

"We's keep be same," said little Dean with a grin.

"We are the awesome Deans. Hey, Batman's on."

"YAY!" cheered Dean from his position between the older Winchesters. "I's Batman."

"No. I'm Batman," said the older Dean.

The little boy glared up at him. "I is Batman. Ooh ooh, you's big Batman, I baby Batman."

"Deal," said Dean, high-fiving the little boy.

"Howy cwap, Batman," said little Dean, making them all laugh.

"Just watch the movie, you weirdos."


Little Dean managed to watch two of the films, before falling asleep in Sam's arms.

Big Dean looked down at his younger self. "You know, you're pretty good with him... me... whatever," he said, shaking his head.

Sam laughed. "Thanks. He's a great kid. Everyone thinks he's adorable," he said, stroking the little boy's hair.

"Hey, Dean Winchester is not adorable," said Dean, pointing his beer bottle at Sam. "Handsome maybe, but not adorable."

"What about cute?"

Dean glared at his brother. "Hell no."

"Well, everybody seems to think so. Everywhere we go, someone's always like 'aw he's sweet, aw he's adorable, aw he's a little cutie'."

Dean seemed to be speechless, and mock-glared at little Dean. "He's so ruined my reputation," he joked, before becoming serious again. "But seriously, Sammy. You'd make a good Dad... I think I'm drunk."

Sam laughed, then looked down, suddenly shy. "Thanks, I learned from the best."

"Oh? Who was that then?"

"You, dumbass," said Sam, lightly punching Dean's arm.


-That night-


For some reason big Dean couldn't sleep. He had a weird feeling about something, so instead of laying there staring at the ceiling, he decided to go downstairs instead. He crept to the door so he didn't wake the others up, and made his way downstairs.

Clicking the light in the living room, he jumped in shock when he saw the Trickster standing before him. "Dude, what the hell?"

"Good to see you too, Dean."

"Why did you send me back here? What's the trick?"

"Trick? There's no trick here," he said with the first serious expression Dean had ever seen on his face.

"No trick? Hello, you're the Trick-ster. Why did you do it?"

"It was a favour. I had to use my 'tricks' as you'd say, to lure you there. Somebody else did the work to send you back."

"Who? Why am I back here? Who wants me here, a demon?"

"I don't work with demons. You had to come back to save yourself."

Dean blinked in surprise. "Come again?"

"The bees, Dean. Last time, it was Bobby who took you to the store. But you were stung by the bees numerous times, and you were in a coma for a couple of weeks. Zeppelin died trying to save you."

That obviously wasn't what Dean was expecting. "Okay... That would probably explain why I don't remember getting turned into a kid, and why I don't have Zep anymore, right? But I thought it was a bad idea to mess with the past."

"It had to change, because it has an effect on the future. Don't ask me to explain, the guy wouldn't get into specifics. But now you've changed it, it's time to go back." He raised his hand, to click his fingers.

"NO! I can't yet. I have to say goodbye to my family. Give me until tomorrow," he asked, begging slightly. "I can't just go, I have to explain to them, mini-me especially."

"Fine, I'll give you until ten tomorrow. But when you've said your goodbyes, go down the street, I'll be there." He clicked his fingers, and disappeared.

"Oh great," said Dean to the empty kitchen.


-The next morning-


After eating his breakfast, Dean approached Sam, and pulled him away from little Dean and Bobby. "Hey Sam. I have to go today."

"Why?"

"I had a visit from the Trickster last night. I know why I was brought back. I had to save mini-me. Now I have to go," he told him, shrugging with an apologetic smile.

Sam's eyes filled with tears. "But... but, you've only just got here. Little Dean loves you, he'll be devastated." They both turned to the little boy, who was feeding his breakfast to his dog.

"I know, but I have to. See you, little brother."

Sam wiped the falling tears. "Bye, big brother," he responded with a little smile. He couldn't help throwing himself forward, and hugging his big brother tightly. "I'm going to miss you."

"Hey, mini-me will be me again in a few months, remember?"

Sam took a deep breath, and pulled away. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"You too. I guess Bobby's next. Could you ask him to come over?"

"Sure," said Sam, walking over to Bobby.

Dean took a deep breath while he waited for his other Dad. "Hey Bobby."

"Hey son. What's up?" he asked, looking worried.

"I have to go today. I did what I was brought back for. So I guess this is goodbye."

"I guess ya had to go sooner or later. I'd prefer it to be later."

"Me too. Take care of my brother... and me... I suppose," he said with a slight laugh.

"I will, son. Look after yerself, ya hear me?" He hugged Dean for a few seconds, before pulling away. "Want me to get the little man for ya?"

"No, not yet. Let him finish his breakfast, then send him outside to me, okay?"


Ten minutes later, little Dean appeared at the door. "Hiya, big dude."

"Hey, little dude. Come here, I need to talk to you."

"Kay." He nodded, and stood before Dean, who knelt in-front of him.

"I... Er... I need to go today," he said, holding Dean's little hands.

Dean's bottom lip started trembling. "Why? You not woves me no more?"

Big Dean bit his own lip, and started blinking rapidly. "Of course I do. I have to... I have to go stop those monsters. I wish I could stay, but I have work to do. Who else is going to kick those monsters asses?"

"No else," whispered the little boy, eyes filling with tears.

"You're not going to start crying on me, are you?"

Dean bit his trembling lip, and shook his head. "No. I's bwave."

"Yeah, you are," he whispered fondly, tweaking the little nose, making him giggle.

"If you's weal, and monsters weal, dat mean dey get me?"

"No. I won't let that happen. As long as I'm around, you'll be fine, okay? No monster will get past me. I'm Dean the knight." Dean paused to stroke little Dean's cheek. "But monsters are scared of the Winchesters, so they won't come anywhere near you, especially with Sam, Bobby and Zep around. So you don't have to be afraid."

Little Dean took a deep breath, but his eyes filled with tears again. "You say we not have chick-fick momoms. But we's have one."

The older Dean laughed. "Well, it's okay to have a chick-flick moment when you're saying bye to someone you love."

"'Kay, I's cwy now," he whispered, before a tear fell down his cheek.

Big Dean blinked back his own tears. "Come here, mini-me." When he opened his arms, the little boy threw himself at him, and started sobbing. "Shh," he soothed, running his hand over the little back. "It's okay. You still have Sam and your uncle Bobby."

Dean sniffled, and held big Dean tighter. "Fank you's show me fight. I's miss you."

"You're welcome. I'm going to miss you too." Dean tried to stand, but the little boy was attached to his neck, and went up with him. "Er... Help. I have a little monkey attached to me."

When the other three joined them, Sam gently took his heartbroken little brother away from big Dean and held him tightly to his chest.

"Hey, Zep. Come here boy." Dean knelt down again when Zeppelin reached him, and ruffled his fur. "You take care of my family, okay?" Zeppelin licked Dean's nose, and barked, before jumping up so his paws rested on Dean's shoulders as though he was hugging him.

"I'll miss you too Zep," Dean whispered, wrapping his arms around the German shepherd, one hand clenched tightly into his fur. He closed his eyes when he heard Zeppelin start making heartbreaking whimpering noises that sounded as if the dog was crying. After several minutes, he pulled away and turned to the two men, who were close to tears. "Okay. I'll see you guys. See you, little dude," he said, before standing up and turning to go.

Little Dean's head shot up from Sam's shoulder, and he struggled to get down.

Dean had only made it halfway down the yard, when he heard a voice behind him. "DEAN KNIGHT!" He turned and saw little Dean running towards him, so he knelt back down.

The little boy flew at him, and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly. "You's better member me, I's kick you," he whispered, sniffling.

Big Dean couldn't help smiling, even as tears filled his eyes. "I'll never forget you, mini-me. I'll remember you forever and ever, I promise."

Little Dean sobbed, and clung tighter. "I woves you. I's miss you."

"I love you too. If you miss me, you can ask Sam to tell you one of his stories, or you can ask to see a picture. Okay?"

The tiny Winchester nodded. "'Kay. You's kick dem monsters ass," he said with a nod, making big Dean laugh.

"No monster can beat me. I'm Dean the knight, remember?" asked Dean, ruffling the blond hair. "Bye little dude."

"Bye bye, big dude."

Big Dean let go and stood up, and waved at the two men and dog watching them. "Bye guys."

"Bye Dean," Sam and Bobby said together.

When little Dean ran over to Sam, he picked him up in his arms, and the three watched as Dean walked away.

TBC

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