CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Dave joins the family for Thanksgiving.

"SAMMY! SAMMY! SAMMY!"

Sam ran in, to see Dean demolishing the living room. Zeppelin was cowering on the couch, hiding from all the flying cushions.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing?"

Dean raised his head, looking upset. "Adam gone, Sammy. I not find him."

"Who on earth is Adam?"

"Catpiar... He AC, He gone. Hep me," he said, sticking his head under the last remaining couch cushion. "AC... YOU'S HEAR ME?" Dean sighed, and threw it across the room.

Sam rolled his eyes, and walked over to his brother. "How did he get out of the jar?"

"I not see'd him, den I's open it and he on dat..." Dean pointed at the lid. "And... and he jump. I not find him. Hep me pees."

"Where were you standing?"

"Here, Sammy. I open jar... and he wunned out." Dean's eyes widened. "Oh no. Peeples gotted him?"

Sam covered his face with his hand, and sighed. "Dean, nobody's going to kidnap a caterpillar."

"How's you know? Fone powice." Dean turned around, and got Sam's phone from the table. "What is it?" he asked, referring to the number.

Sam bit his lip, to keep from smiling. "Dean, listen to me... Nobody has kidnapped your caterpillar, and we don't need the police. We'll look for him, okay?" He got down on his hands and knees, and started searching for Dean's pet.

"We's not find him... den fone powice," said Dean, putting Sam's phone back, before joining him on the floor.

Sam hoped they found AC, since he didn't really want to phone the Police over a 'Kidnapped caterpillar'.

"AC... come. Pees. I woves you. You's not go up heaven," he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"Dean, I promise you we'll find him," said Sam, crawling over to check under the fish tank. He wasn't under there, so he searched near the wall.

"JEWWY!" screamed Dean right in Sam's ear, making him jump. "YOU SEE'D AC? 'Kay den."

When he wasn't near the wall, Sam laid down on his stomach, and looked under the couch. He was about to look somewhere else, but something green caught his eye. He reached over and picked it up gently. "Hey Dean?"

Dean rushed over, holding his hands out, and gasped when he felt wiggling in his palm. "You founded him." He opened his hands, and held the caterpillar in his fingers, kissing him. "Hiya. I miss you. Fank you, Sammy."

"You're welcome, kiddo."

Dean smiled, and reached for his jar. "Wook DC. I founded him," he said, carefully getting the other one out. "See? Give kiss. YAAAAY! Go seeps," he whispered and started moving his hand slowly to rock them to sleep.

After a minute, Dean put the two back in their home, and closed the lid. "Dey aseeps. Kiss, Sammy?"

Sam moved away slightly. "No. You just kissed a caterpillar, there's no way in hell I'm kissing you."

Dean stuck out his lips in the biggest pout Sam had ever seen in his life. "Dean, will you put the lips away?" His heart melted when his brother turned to him, still pouting with his saddest look. "Will you... I'm not..." The huge green eyes watered slightly, melting his heart. "Come here you," he said, lifting Dean onto his knee, and laying kisses all over the little freckled face.

The little boy sniffled, and wiped his eyes, giggling. "Y-You... You not get my.. my's... feckwes, Sammy," he managed through his laughter.

"Yeah, I am. I'm going to get that one..." Sam kissed one under Dean's left eye. "That one... All them ones..." He kissed Dean's nose several times, making him giggle in delight.

"Dey... mine. Dey D-Deanie... feckwes."

"I'm getting Deanie's fre-eckles," sang Sam in-between kisses. He started laughing, and held the back of Dean's head, so he didn't hurt his neck with his struggles. "Oh no. I missed one." He kissed Dean a few times under his right eye.

Zeppelin jumped down from the couch and started joining in, making Dean scream with laughter as his brother and dog gave him kisses.

As they pulled away, Dean was watching Sam with the biggest smile. "You gotted dem?" he asked, out of breath with all the laughing. He put his hand on his neck. "Miss one."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to get it," he said, still laughing as he kissed Dean's neck, enjoying the laughter from the little boy. He kissed every inch of the tiny face, then smiled lovingly down at him. "I love you, kiddo."

"Woves you, Sammy," whispered Dean, grinning. "Fank you's founded AC. I's not want him up heaven wiv Mr Wiggles."

Sam sat Dean against him, and gave him a hug. "You're welcome. I'm glad he's okay too."

The brothers were interrupted when Bobby and Dave came in. They froze when they saw the state of the room. "What the hell happened?" asked Bobby, raising his eyebrows.

"We's finded AC, he wunned away... den Sammy gotted my's feckwes. Sowwy for woom," Dean explained, smiling sweetly.

"Don't worry about it, little man. Did ya find him?"

Dean nodded, picking up his jar. "Yeah. Wook dey aseeps." His face lit up when he saw Dave. "Unca Davey," he cheered, giving AC and DC to Sam, and running to his uncle.

"Hey, Deanie," said Dave, picking him up. "How are you doing?"

"Kay. What you?"

"I'm okay too. Thanks for saying I could come. Bobby said it was your idea."

"You famy... Dat me, and Sammy and unca Bee-bee... Ooh ooh Zeppin." At hearing his name, the dog jumped up next to Dean and nuzzled his cheek lovingly. "Dey four peeples Winsters. It dat many..." Dean held up five fingers. "No. Dat wong," he said, putting one down. "No, No. Dean knight awell... dat five."

"Wow. You're clever, aren't you? I'm honoured to be a Winchester."

"Sammy say you's gotted buver... but he nasty meanie. I woves you."

"Thanks, Deanie. I'd rather have you as my family... well since James hates me..." Dave smiled sadly. "I love you too, Deanie," he said, hugging him tightly.

Sam and Bobby sat watching the two. "Yer always welcome here, Junior," said Bobby, using the nickname from when Dave was younger.

"Thanks B."

Sam finished cleaning the room, and stood up. "I better check on the turkey."

"He Tony, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes. "If you say so, Dean. I better check on Tony the Turkey," he said with a smile.

"Hey, Deanie... I have a ball out in my car, do you want to play in the yard while dinner's on?"

"Yes pees," said Dean, clapping in delight. "Zeppin wiv me."

"Want to play, B?"

"Yeah. Why not." Bobby raised his voice, and yelled, "SAM... WE'RE GOING TO PLAY BALL, DO YA WANT TO PLAY?"

Sam walked into the room, wiping his hands. "Yeah. There's no need to yell. Lunch is going to be awhile yet... Who's playing on whose team?"

"I's pay wiv unca Davey... No, no. Unca Bee-bee... NO! Sammy... No... um... who I be wiv?" Dean asked, looking confused.

Bobby chuckled, and wrapped his arm around him. "I'll tell ya what... Why don't ya play with yer big brother against me and my little brother," he said, looking at Dave.

Dave looked at Bobby with a smile. Him and Bobby had been best friends for years, it always made him happy whenever Bobby referred to him as his brother. "Yeah. That's a good idea, B. I'll go get the ball out of my car."

"YAAAAY!" Dean started jumping excitedly. "WINSTERS WULE!"

"Okay, little man. Come outside then." Before he went out, he put Dean's AC/DC Cd in, and turned it up loud. "We need music on."

Dean picked up Metallica, before running out with Zeppelin to join his family in the yard.

"Come, unca Davey," said Dean when Dave joined them. "Dat my's team..." He pointed at the goal with Metallica at the side. It was so Dean didn't forget which goal to go to. "Dat you's and unca Bee-bee. Come oooon."

Dave threw the ball carefully to the little boy. "You can start."

Dean giggled and started running away from the men, carrying the ball in his arms.

Bobby and Dave ran after him. "I'm going to get ya."

Dean ran faster, laughing his head off as Zeppelin ran after his best friend, barking excitedly.

"GO DEAN!" cheered Sam, clapping.

"YAAAY!" Dean made it to the goal, and started jumping up and down, waving his little arms in celebration. "I'S GOTTED ONE! YAAAAY!"

"Well done, kiddo. Pass it to me," Sam told him, holding his arms out for the ball.

Dean threw the ball, but Bobby jumped in-front of Sam to catch it, and threw it to Dave, since he was closer to their goal.

Dave caught the ball in one hand, and ran over to their goal, and started his own celebration when he made it without any interruptions. He waved his arms around his head, making Dean giggle. "It's one all now, Deanie."

The little boy ran to get the ball and rolled it to Zeppelin, who carefully picked it up in his mouth, and went running in the opposite direction to his goal. "NO ZEPPIN! YOU'S MY TEAM! METACA!" he yelled, running after his dog.

Hearing his name, Zeppelin stopped running and turned to his friend.

"Fank you," said Dean, taking the ball, and running back to their goal.

Dave gently tackled him, holding the back of Dean's head, so he didn't hurt him. He tickled Dean, who started giggling uncontrollably until he let the ball go. "GO B!" he yelled, throwing the ball to Bobby.

"I get you," said Dean, jumping up, and running after Bobby as fast as he could.

Bobby started running slower so he could catch up. "Oh no," he said when Dean caught up to him.

"I GET YOU, UNCA BEE-BEE!" he yelled, throwing himself at Bobby's legs.

Bobby fell to the floor, pretending Dean had tackled him. "Here, little man," he said, passing the ball to the little boy, who took it with a big grin.

"SAMMY CATCH!"

Sam caught the ball, and ran, dodging Dave on the way. "TWO... ONE!" He laughed, and went over to pick his brother up, and spun around in a circle to celebrate.

Dean screamed with laughter, and threw his arms around Sam's neck. "We win, Sammy."

Sam smiled, and kissed Dean's nose. "Come on, kiddo. Let's go again." He put Dean down, and they separated. "Right. We're ready."

"Are you done with the moment?" asked Dave with his hands on his hips.

Dean grinned, and put his hands on his hips too. "Yeah we is. OOH OOH! 'ELL BELL!" he yelled, playing guitar to 'Hell's bells'.

The men watched him with smiles on their faces, and waited until Dean finished dancing and singing. "Are ya ready now, little man?"

"Yeah. I woves dat."

Bobby grabbed the ball, and ran toward their goal. "Come get me if ya can."

"Oh. I can," said Sam, running after him. He was just a few feet away when Dave stopped him.

Dean ran over and tackled Dave, and they all went down. "Oh no." He got up, and ran after Bobby, but this time, he made it to their goal before Dean caught him. "Good job, unca Bee-bee," he said, holding his arms out.

Bobby knelt down, and gave Dean a hug. "Thanks, little man."

"Oh no," Dean exclaimed suddenly, pulling away with wide eyes. "If evyone gotted one, who beated win?"

"Er... well, if ya mean the score... ya have two and me and Dave have two. So we're the same. Nobody's winning yet."

"We's win," he told him, before running to the ball.

Sam smiled, watching his brother run as fast as he could. When he was near the goal, Dean rolled the ball to his dog, who rolled it the rest of the way to their goal.

"YAAAAAY!" cheered Dean, jumping up and down. He ran to Zeppelin and threw his arms around him, as they started rolling on the ground together in celebration.

Fifteen minutes later, it was now 4-2 to Dean and Sam.

"Sammy get him," said Dean, pointing at Dave who had the ball.

"Got it, kiddo." Sam ran after Dave and tackled him carefully to the ground. "Here catch."

Dean missed the ball, but ran to catch it, then he took off as fast as his legs could carry him. Everyone chased the little boy, who was giggling as he ran.

"I got you," said Sam as he grabbed Dean from behind, and lifted him and the ball. Dean laughed louder when Sam ran to their goal with him in his arms.

When they reached their goal, Sam started dancing from side to side with Dean. "FIVE... TWO! WINCHESTERS RULE!" he yelled, turning Dean around so they could hug each other.

Dean giggled, and hugged Sam back. "We awsum. Come hug," he said, waving over at Dave and Bobby.

The two men walked over, and shared a family hug. Zeppelin jumped up, so the other four knelt down to give the fifth member a hug. "We woves you awell, Zeppin."

After their game of football, the family went back into the house when lunch was ready.

"Dis nice, Sammy," said Dean, chewing a mouthful of his turkey.

"Glad you like it, kiddo. Are you sure you have enough? You haven't got much on your plate," said Sam, gesturing to Dean's plate which only had turkey, stuffing, and a few potatoes.

"Yeah, Sammy. I's not wike dem weedos," he said, pointing at Sam's plate.

"Dean, they're vegetables. They're not weirdos."

"Dey is, Sammy. Spwouts howwible," said Dean, scrunching up his nose.

"Here, just try a little bit," he said, cutting a tiny bit off a sprout, and holding the fork out to Dean. "Open up."

Dean reluctantly took the offered sprout, but spat it on the floor a few seconds later. "Yucky Sammy."

"Dean, you don't spit on the floor, that's disgusting."

"No. Dey gusting," he complained, pointing at the sprouts. "You's fee weird... spwouts is yucky."

"If you say so, Dean."

They ate dinner in silence until Sam spoke. "Why don't we do that thing where we say what we're thankful for? Youngest goes first." He put down his fork, and looked down at Dean. "What you do is say 'I'm thankful for' and then say something you really love. Go on, kiddo."

Dean thought for a few minutes, then smiled. "Erm... I fanking for pie and Sammy and Impa and unca Bee-bee and Dean knight and unca Davey and Zeppin. Dey mostest bestest ever and ever," he said with a sweet smile.

"Aw," said the three men. Dave and Sam leaned over and kissed each of Dean's cheeks. Bobby got up from his chair, and gave him a hug. "We love ya very much, little man."

Dean blushed adorably, and started playing with his food.

"I'm thankful for... having the best brother in the world... and I agree with Dean, Family." He raised his bottle of beer. "FAMILY!"

Dave and Bobby raised theirs, while Dean raised his Batman cup of juice. "And thanks for making me a part of your family," said Dave.

"YAAAAY FAMY!" cheered Dean, putting his cup up again.

Dave, Sam and Bobby raised their beer again and clinked it against the plastic cup. "Family."

"Okay, let's eat before it gets cold."

"Awight," said Dean as he started eating again.

After lunch, Sam got the turkey bone and held it out. "Does anybody want to make a wish?"

"ME! ME! ME!" yelled Dean, holding his hand up and waving. "What do, Sammy?"

When Sam explained what to do, Dean took hold of the other side. The brothers closed their eyes for a few seconds, and pulled.

"Aw," pouted Dean, when Sam got the bigger half. "I not win. Oh no."

"It's okay, kiddo," said Sam, wrapping him up into a hug. "I'll tell you what, why don't we see if there's anything on TV? You can choose."

"Yeah Sammy. I do TV," announced Dean when they entered the living room.

Sam went through all the channels, but Dean kept saying no, so he asked what he wanted to watch instead. "Watch Tom and Jewwy?"

"I'll put it on, little man," said Bobby, getting out Dean's DVDs.

Dean looked up at Dave, who was sitting beside him. "Unca Davey, Tom and Jewwy on. Watch?"

"Yeah. Why not. Do you still have your Jerry?" he asked, pointing over at the wall where the mouse lived

"Yeah. He aseeps. Sammy say he my Mousie." He turned to the TV and squealed. "Ooh ooh. It on. Come sit next me. Dis funny. Dey aways fight, Sammy," he said with a grin.

"It would be pretty boring if they were always nice all the time."

An hour later, Sam walked into the kitchen, and came back in with a tray with four bowls. "Look what I've got."

"What got, Sammy?" asked Dean from Dave's knee. His eyes lit up when Sam handed him the bowl of chocolate ice cream. "YAY! ICE CEEM! YAAAY!"

Dave sat Dean beside him, so they didn't get their leather jackets covered in the ice cream. "Thanks Sam."

"You're welcome," said Sam, sitting down, after giving Bobby his.

The family was now watching Happy days. "Wook, unca Davey. Fonzie music," said Dean, pointing at the TV, where Fonzie had just hit the Jukebox. "AAAAYYY!" he said, waving his spoon around, getting ice cream in Sam's hair.

"Do you mind?" Sam asked, trying to wipe his hair.

Dean looked up at Sam with wide eyes. "Who do dat, Sammy?"

"Er... you did, waving your spoon around."

Dean burst into giggles, making the others smile. "You wook funny."

Dave passed Sam a clean tissue from his pocket, which he took gratefully. "Thanks. Eat it properly. No more waving the spoon around."

"Sa-ammy ice ceem man," sang Dean, before giggling again.

Bobby chuckled, shaking his head. "Just eat yer ice cream, kids."

A little later, Dean climbed onto Sam's lap, resting his head against his chest. "I seepy, Sammy."

Sam nodded, and picked Dean up to carry him to bed. Dean held his arms out to Dave, so Sam lowered him to give his uncle a hug. After giving him a hug and kiss goodnight, Bobby was next. "Night, little man."

Dean mumbled Zeppelin's name and the dog answered with a bark as he followed them both upstairs.

As Sam carried him upstairs, the little boy was asleep before they reached the bedroom. "Sweet dreams, kiddo," he whispered, laying him in bed and kissing Dean's cheek, before covering him up.

TBC

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