Hello everybody. I want to say a huge thank you to everbody who has left me those fantastic reviews. I am so so so happy. Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. So please go ahead and read. This is a Sammy and Dean chapter. A bit of laughter and a bit of loving mush.

Wat r u up 2 ?

Txtin u !

Funi.

I know. Wat u doin?

Txtin u back !

Can't wait !

4 wat?

I c u !

I...Sam jumps and drops his phone when something thuds agaisnt the otherside of the wall.

" Go to sleep Sam!" Deans voice travels through the wall. " Let Emma and me go to bed!"

Sam?

Told u tracker up my arse, gota go.

" Sam. If I have to get out of my nice warm bed i'll..."

" Okay." Sam shouts towards his bedroom door. " I'm turning my phone off."

Dean pulls one of his pillows over his head and presses his face into the one below. He reaches out behind him and pulls the cover a bit higher, up to his neck. " Guna take that bloody phone and..." Dean cuts himself off when he hears a beep coming from the other room." That does it." He throws the top pillow onto the otherside of the bed and pushes the sheets down with his legs. Pushing himself up Dean jumps out of bed and charges out of his room and into Sam's." Gimmie the phone!"

Sam shrugs his shoulders." I turned it off." He drops his head to his chest when the phone, hidden under his pillow, beeps. Looking up with just his eyes Sam rubs one with his fist." Ooops?"

Dean growls deep in his throat and holds out his hand." 1...2...3...4..." The phone flies through the air and he catches it." You see this button here Sammy?" Dean holds the phone up and points to a small button at the top. " This is how people, namely the whole world turn their phone off!" Dean's finger just lays on top of the button as it beeps again. He flips the phone open and presses yes to the message. "Ohhh. Apparently Jesse picked up a shit load of British language today and oh." Dean scrolls down the message before." and Emma wants to know whats wrong?"

" Dad?" Sam starts to panic when Deans thumb start pressing on the keys." Dad?"

Dean smiles and hits the send button." Now sleep. " Walking over to the doorway, his back to Sam. Dean holds the phone in the air and switches it off. " Night and by the way Sam. Oops stopped working when you were five."

" Dad what did you text back?" Sam pushes his covers aside and follows Dean out of his room ." Dad? "

Dean places a hand on his bedroom door. His smiles, showing as many teeth as he can." Night Sammy." Dean flicks the door and watches close into the frame. Sighing in triumpth he puts the phone on the bedside table and climbs back into bed.

" Come on." Placing a hand on the door handle Sam uses the other to knock." What did you text back?" He pushes the door open and stops in his tracks when a pillow flies past his head.

Groaning Dean lies flat on the bed." If i'd known you'd be like this I would have asked the stork for a puppy." He turns his head to face Sam." Get to bed before..."

" Dad come on. I just wanna..."

" 1 "

" What did..."

" 2 "

" you send.."

" 3 "

" back to "

" Oh getting close Sammy, 4 "

" Please?"

" 5. That's it."

Sam jumps out into the hallway as Dean slides one leg of the bed. He shuts the bedroom door and takes a step forward then one back." Bye the way Daddy 1,2,3,4,5 stopped working when I was 8." He pulls a face at the bedroom door before walking back to his room.

Pulling the covers back over himself Dean looks over at the small alarm clock on the bedside table.'12:35am' " I swear if I'm so much as walking as the dead in the morning he's gunna." Dean cuts his words of by pulling the pillow back over his head and biting into the fabric. Listening carefully Dean groans." For crying out loud Sam go to sleep.!"

" How the hell do you know i'm awake!"

Dean looks over to the wall that connects their bedrooms." I have x-ray vision now go to sleep."

" I would if you stopped shouting!"

Dean rolls his eye's before turning on his side and pulling the sheets up to his chest. He closes his eye's but minutes later they open." Sam!"

" I knew it!" Sam bolts up in bed.

Dean pushes himself up, resting on his forearms."Knew what?"

" You put a tracker up my arse." Sam shifts on his bed.

Falling back onto the bed Dean blows out a very long breath. He mutters to himself." Shove something up your bleeding arse." Climbing out of bed again Dean pulls open his bedroom door and takes the few steps to Sam's. He knocks twice before pushing it open." Can I ask you a question?"

Nodding his head, Sam pushes back against his pillows." Yeah."

" Am I ever going to get to sleep and what did I put up your arse?"

" That's two questions." Sam wriggles into the pillows and grabs hold of the edge of his sheet and to pull it up.

Dean throws his arms in the air and walks back to his room muttering to himself about 'smart arses'. He jumps onto his bed, pulls the covers up over his head and squeezes his eye's shut. A few long minuets later he's asleep.

The next morning

Becoming aware of his bedroom door opening, Dean keeps his eye's close and waits. The tiny squeek the door gives as it fully opens he knows that Sam's on his way. He hears feet, trying to tip toe quietly as it gets closer he shoots his arm out from under the covers and clasps his hand around Sam's wrist. " Do you want to lose this hand?"

Sam gasps and jumps." Hey!"

" Do you want to lose this hand?" Dean opens one eye and stares up at Sam. " Do you want to lose this hand Sammy?"

Sam smiles and whispers." You are dreaming. There's nobody here. Go back to sleep. Go back to...ugh!" He stumbles forward when Dean pulls him and ends up on his knees with his chest on the bed.

" Do...you...want...to...lose...this...hand?" Dean gives a shake of Sam's wrist.

Hesitating Sam whispers out " No." Getting his wrist shaken again Sam repeats himself louder." No."

Opening his other eye Dean looks up at the clock. " I think you don't have to worry about losing your hand cos I will just kill you." Dean lets go of Sam and picks up his alarm clock." 3:36 Sam! 3: 36! It's Saturday. Do you really think I wanted to be up at 3:36 oh look now it's 3:37."

Sam bites his bottom lip and shakes his head making his hair move around like a woman who's worth it.

Dean turns onto his back and the clock flies to the otherside of the bed. He starts to laugh. Dean scrubs a hand over his face and looks at Sam, still laughing.

" What's so funny?" Sam stares at Dean. Seeing his dad going crazy Sam leans in closer." Are you okay?"

" Am I." Dean gasps in deep breaths." okay? Sam.." Dean laughs again and slams his hands agaisnt the bed." Am I okay?"

Sam looks over Dean's shaking body." Dad?"

Dean takes deep breaths and begins to control his laughter." Is this what I am going to have to put up with from now on? Cos I gotta warn ya Sammy boy I don't wanna go in the looney bin early."

" Dad your not making sense." Sam scrambles up onto the bed and leans down looking at Dean's face.

" Love is in the air. Ohh ohh ohh ohh, love is in the air." Dean smiles up at Sam. " Romeo, Romeo, where for out thy Romeo "Dean laughs harder when Sam covers his head with a pillow.

Sam slaps Dean's stomach and climbs of the bed." You are so not funny." Sam stomps his way out of the bedroom.

Pulling the pillow away Dean pushes himself up onto his elbow ." and I will always love you ohhhhhhhh and I will always love you." He flops back onto the bed and can here Sam muttering curses about him. Pulling the covers over his head Dean lets out a small laugh. " I'm so happy."

" Daaaaaaaad!"

Dean growls and throws the covers off. He kicks out his legs and arms. " Arggggggh!" Rolling himself out of bed onto the floor Dean pushes himself up onto all fours. He crawls out of his room and down the hallway to the main room. Not finding Sam his turns and crawls to the kitchen. He finds Sam pulling out some cups." What?"

Sam jumps and spins around." Dad?"

" Down here." Dean stretches out on the floor. Head resting agaisnt the cold tiled floor.

Sam leans over the table " Why are you down there?"

" I don't know why but." Dean raises his head and glare at Sam." I haven't really slept. "

Sam pushes away from the table and reaches across the counter to switch the kettle on." You could have stayed in bed."

Dean places his forehead on the floor." You called me."

" Oh."

" Yeah oh. What did you want?"

" See if you wanted a cocoa."

" Nah i'm good. Knock yourself out."

" Are you gonna stay there?"

" I'm good." Dean closes his eye's and yawns." Just step around or over me. I don't care. Just wake me when Lindsey Lohans 60."

Sam shakes his head. " You really want her to be that old dad. Cos seriously she's not that good looking now."

Dean squints up at Sam." You have no taste boyo." He pushes himself up to standing." Changed my mind. Need cocoa. Give daddy cocoa."

" Okay." Pulling out another cup Sam turns to Dean and lets out those puppy eye's and the pout. He takes a step closer as Dean turns his head away. Gradually getting closer he extends the pout.

" Not gonna work no more kiddo. I've gotton wise in my old age and let me tell you another thing if you think that ...oh dammit Sam! " Dean pouts himself. " Go get your damn phone. Hope it sends electric waves to your head and fuzzies up your brain!" Dean steps aside as Sam runs past." I am a weakling." He hangs his head in shame.

Sam walks back in the kitchen with his phone open and his finger sliding over the keypad." You didn't send anything."

" Didn't I? " He pours himself a cup of coffee and sniffs the aroma. " Oh coffee. A mans best friend." Dean looks up from his cup when Sam's phone beeps." Come on! Really?"

Laughing Sam nods " You need to lighten up daddy."

" Lighten up? Sam it's still night time and there's this continuous bleeping in my head." Dean sips his cocoa. " Why do I always give in to you?"

" Because you love me." Sam sends him a big smile before replying to the text." and because i'm so damn adorable. What are we doing today?"

" Today?"

" Yeah. It comes after yesterday and before tomorrow."

" I know what it is I was just wondering when we finished the night!"

" Well?"

Dean rolls his eye's and yawns. " Sleep?"

Sam lips twist and he nods his head." Okay."

Dean squints at Sam. " What's wrong?"

Sam gulps down the last of his cocoa and turns the cup around in his hand." Just not tired I guess."

" Right." Dean leans agaisnt the counter and looks at Sam. He sips another mouthfull before putting his cup down. " Come on." Dean leaves the kitchen, grabbing Sam's arm on the way out. He pulls him down to his room.

" Dad?"

Dean spins Sam around onto the bed. " I wanna sleep." Dean jumps on the bed, pushing his feet under the covers. He pulls them up to his chest." Get in."

" I am not sharing into bed with you." Sam frowns and scratches the back of his neck." I'm to old for that!"

Sighing Dean throws the covers off and walks out of the room coming back a few moments later with Sam's quilt from his bed." Here." Dean climbs back into bed and pats his pillow before laying his head down." Now you're on top of the cover so officially your not sharing a bed."

Huffing to himself Sam wriggles back until his head slams on a pillow. He pulls the quilt over himself. " Night."

" Night." Closing his eye's Dean wriggles himself into the mattress. He sighs to himself before pulling the cover up to his chin.

" Dad?"

" What?"

" Tell me a story."

" What?"

" A story like you used to."

Dean opens his eye's and looks over to Sam, who's staring at the ceiling. " Why?"

" Because...just because." Sam shrugs his shoulders." Might help me sleep."

Dean smiles to himself and pushes himself up so his back is resting on the pillows. "Okay. " Staring at the picture on his dresser of him and baby Sam he begins. " A long time ago there were two tigers. Both fierce and strong. They were brothers. The older one always looking, ready to charge in and follow what he had always believed. The younger one always thought with his heart and never judged until he had all the facts. They were the best of friends, nothing could break them apart, even if sometimes they needed to break free for a while. One day the older tiger and younger tiger were walking through the jungle when they came across a snake. He told them about a group of lions on the otherside of the jungle that were destroying some of the forest and animals. He asked them to come with him to find them and to stop them from causing destruction. The older tiger was up for it but the younger one said that it didn't seem like a good idea. The older tiger wouldn't listen to the youngest and when the younger tiger tried to stop him he pounced on him and told him that he knew what he was doing." Looking over at Sam, Dean catches his eye's slowly drifting shut and quickly springing open.

" But he wasn't." Sam's sleepy voice carries across to Dean.

Smiling Dean shakes his head." No he wasn't." He carries on brushing a finger across Sam's forehead." After a while walking through the jungle, the snake started to slow down. He told the older tiger that he was injured. The older tiger walked over to him and started to check for injuries. Before he had a chance to finish looking, the snakes' head shot up and tried to bite him. Lucky enough for the older tiger the younger tiger came running through the trees and pounced ontop of the snake. The snake laid still on the ground and the older tiger looked up at the younger one. Smiling his thanks, the older tiger remembered that the one animal he should have trusted was looking at him. He realised that no matter who comes along the one tiger who always had his back was always by his side. " Dean smiles as he hears the soft breathing coming from Sam. Moving his hand from Sam's forehead he pulls the quilt higher up over him. Smiling once more Dean rubs a thumb over Sam's eyebrow. " The young tiger was always the smart one." Dean lays down and watches Sam sleeping.

Dean wakes up to the moving of the bed. Turning his head he see's Sam rolling onto his stomach, his face facing his. Sam's hair is all tussled and hanging around his face. The quilt is wrapped tight in his hands close to his chin. Dean looks over at the clock. 8:46. Carefuly he pulls the covers from himself and sits up, placing his feet on the floor. Dean rubs the sleep from his eye's and pushes himself up. He reaches to the ceiling to streatch but stops as Sam mumbles something in his sleep. Quickly making sure Sam is still asleep Dean closes the door to the bedroom and heads to the kitchen.

" Man I need coffee." He flicks on the kettle and turns the radio on, just loud enough to hear. Once the kettle has boiled and he has made his coffee he walks to the main room and sits on the couch. Before he has a chance to reach for the remote the phone rings. He grabs it quickly." Hello."

" Hey Dean. Did I wake you?"

" Nah Bobby. Been up a while. How ya doing?" Dean blows into his cup and takes a sip before putting his cup on the coffee table.

Bobby laughs." You're getting lazy in your old age boy."

Dean frowns. " I'm not old. Just maturer."

" Like that's a word." Bobby laughs again.

" You gonna tell me why you're phoning this early or are you going to insult me some more." Dean yawns and scratches his head.

" I was thinking of popping down later. See you and Sam."

" Sounds good." Dean tilts his head back on the couch to look down to his room. He closes his eye's briefly." Sam might be out when you get here."

" So you finally letting him out?"

Dean clasps a hand over his mouth as he yawns again. " I guess I can't keep him chained to my hip forever Bobby."

Bobby sighs down the phone." You okay?"

" Yeah i'm fine." Dean hears the bedroom door opening and looks back down the hall. He spots Sam heading to the bathroom. " Just made a point to myself, that's all."

" Old memories?"

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. " Sometimes I just remember who he was and how in someway he's still the same person and that I don't want some of the things to happen again." Dean waves at Sam as he passes through the main room." Grampa Bob's on the phone. He wants to come see his Sammy wammy."

Sam yawns and rubs a hand over his face. " Sounds good." He shuffles to the kitchen a returns a few seconds later with a carton of orange juice. He flicks the lid open. He starts to place it at his mouth but stops at Deans open mouth. " Fine." Shuffling back to the kitchen Sam scratches his stomach. He comes back in and holds up a glass pouring in the juice.

Dean pokes out his tongue." Sam's all excited Bobby. He's running around naked again."

Sam chokes and spits the juice back into his glass." Dad I was five! "

Laughing Dean say's bye to Bobby and puts the phone down." I know but it was so funny."

Pulling a face at the juice in his glass Sam heads back to the kitchen.

" I told Grampa Bob that he would have to put up with just me today." Dean drinks the last of his coffee and grabs the remote, flicking on the television.

Sam's head pops around the door frame." Why?"

" Well seeing as you're going out he'd have to put up with me."

Scratching his stomach under his top Sam moves and leans in the doorway." Where am I going?"

Dean flicks over the t.v channel." Where ever you normally go when you 'hang' "

Sam pushes away from the frame and stands infront of Dean, blocking his view of the t.v " I can go out?"

Dean leans forwards and pushes Sam to the side. He looks up at him. " Only if you come back when I say and take your phone."

Sam smiles." I will."

Smiling back Dean nods and looks back at the t.v." Good."

" Thank you." Sam walks over the the hallway. He stops and looks over his shoulder at Dean." There's never gonna be a snake. Just so you know."

Dean looks away from the t.v up at Sam. He watches as Sam heads down the hallway. He bites his bottom lip and smiles to himself. Slowly shaking his head Dean returns his stare to the t.v and listens as Sam says ' Hey Emma. Wanna go to the park?' " That's my boy."

I really do hope that you all enjoyed that. I really want to say sorry for the long wait for this chapter. But I was ill then I was getting ready for the Asylum Convention which wore me out. I have only just recovered. Hopefully the next chapter will be up a lot quicker than this one. Again thanks for reading. You guys mean so much xxxxxx