Title: Reader's Special: Fourth Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Fourth Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Fourth Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For emebalia - Remember when in 7x09 "How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters" Bobby and the boys mentioned Bambi?
So this is my prompt: Weechesters and Bobby watching Bambi for the first time. Go as fluffy as you want.

A/N: The boys will be 9 and 13 here. :D Seem like good ages for this. One fluffy Bambi-watching-Winchesters piece coming up.

Reviews are love. :D
All chapters of the Reader's Special and Rewards are beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678.

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Sam huddled up against his brother in the chilly, afternoon air as they watched the Impala drive away and shivered. "Cold, Dean."

Bobby looked down and smiled as Dean wrapped his arms around his little brother and pulled him in tight to warm him. "Come on you rug rats. Plenty warm in the house." He ruffled Dean's short hair and turned them through the door. He sighed and looked over his shoulder to watch John and the black Impala stream out of sight. There was no telling how long the boys were going to be left with him this time. John had simply shrugged and said it would take as long as it takes. Bobby was only thankful the man wasn't dragging his two sons up into the mountains to chase after a wendigo at their age. "You boys hungry?"

Dean nodded and looked up at Bobby. "Yeah. Dad didn't wanna stop before. Said we was makin' good time."

"Dean gave me his granola bar," Sam informed Bobby seriously. "Uncle Bobby, he's gotta be real hungry."

"Well, can't have that." Bobby grinned, touched as always by Dean's selflessness when it came to his brother. "Get yer' coats off and get a seat in the kitchen. I'll get some sandwiches together. Got those chips you like too, Sammy."

Sam smiled and pulled away from Dean to start pulling his arms out of the sleeves of his threadbare coat while Dean let their bags drop off his shoulder to the floor of the hall. "Thanks, Uncle Bobby!"

Bobby turned away with a warm smile and went into the kitchen to grab the fixings for sandwiches. He listened to the boys banter, to Dean needling his little brother as he should. He turned when he heard Sam screech a laugh and found Dean had his little brother over a shoulder tickling his ribs mercilessly. He chuckled. "Alright, you two. Settle down and get in here."

"Yes, sir." Dean grinned and set his squirmy little brother's feet back on the floor with a thump. "Come on, midget."

"Not a midget," Sam said and gave Dean a shove before running into the kitchen ahead of him.

Bobby chuckled and poured out a bowl of chips while Sam scrambled up into a chair. The kid was small for his age and he knew it worried his father but Bobby smirked. He had a feeling Sam was gonna surprise them all one day and outgrow his big brother, if for no other reason than just to be obstinate. "Here you go." He set the bowl on the table and grinned when Sam dragged it away from Dean with a sly grin. "What do you two grubs wanna do today?"

"Pain in my ass, Sammy," Dean growled and made another grab for the bowl. He heard Bobby clear his throat at that and looked up with a smirk. "Uh… I mean… pain in my butt, sir."

"Uh huh." Bobby laughed and shook his head fondly.

Sam relented and moved the bowl of chips back where his brother could reach them and took a handful for himself. He shoved them in his mouth and looked up at Bobby. "We got a moofie."

"Little less talkin' with your mouth full, kiddo." Bobby rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Try that again."

Sam chewed furiously while Dean snickered at him and swallowed. "We got a movie." He smiled and then giggled when Bobby reached down to brush crumbs off his chin for him. "Dad lem'me get one when we stopped!"

"That right?" Bobby went back to making sandwiches and shrugged. "Guess we're watchin' a movie then."

Dean ducked the potato chip his little brother threw at him and rolled his eyes. "It's a stupid cartoon."

"Is not stupid," Sam protested and kicked his brother under the table.

"Whatever, it's like talkin' animals and shi… stuff." Dean hastily corrected himself and smiled innocently when Bobby turned a look at him.

"It's Bambi!" Sam told Bobby with a smile.

Bobby's brows went up. "I remember that one. You might like it, Dean."

Dean shrugged and took another handful of chips. "The squirt wants ta' watch it, I'll watch it."

"Uncle Bobby, can we eat sammiches and watch the movie?" Sam asked with big, pleading eyes and all the sincerity of a nine year old who knew he couldn't be resisted.

Bobby snorted a laugh and ruffled a hand through Sam's hair. "Yeah, kid. Go on and get your movie."

Dean grabbed the bowl of chips while Sam darted off to the hall and shook his head. "Geez, Uncle Bobby. Even Dad manages to hold out longer than that."

"Shuddup." Bobby cuffed the back of Dean's head with a grin. "Take the chips in there."

Dean chuckled and followed his little brother into the living room. "You find your movie?"

Sam nodded happily and held up the VHS box. He hopped up onto the couch and swung his legs, then held out his arms for the bowl of chips. "Gimme."

"Forget it." Dean sat beside him and held the bowl away. "You'll eat 'em all before the movie even starts."

"Will not." Sam frowned and tried to decide if he could wrestle his brother for the chips without them spilling all over the floor. After a moment of consideration he blew out a breath and thumped back into the couch in defeat. "Fine. But only 'cause I don't wanna spill 'em on the floor."

Dean grinned and sat back. "Smart kid." He moved the bowl of chips over where Sam could reach it and smirked; he'd held out longer than Bobby.

"Thanks, Dea." Sam smushed himself up against his brother's side and took a handful of chips.

"Alright, you two." Bobby went to the couch and handed off two plates with overstuffed sandwiches and two cans of pop. "Let's have it, buddy." He took the movie from Sam and tried not to smile stupidly at the image they made curled up on his couch together. It was hard. They were damn adorable, and he'd say so if he didn't know Dean would put something nasty in his bed for it. He put the movie in and flicked on the television and smiled when Sam's bright eyes latched on to the screen.

Bobby shook his head fondly and went back out to the kitchen. He put a pot on the stove and grabbed ingredients out of the refrigerator. He'd just get lunch going while the boys were watching their movie. He quickly tossed together a chili and added in the deer meat from his fridge with a smirk, deciding he maybe wouldn't tell the boys what they were eating given the movie they were watching. He stirred the mixture up with a soft chuckle and listened to the movie. He heard Bambi and then it suddenly dawned on him what those boys were going to see a moment too late. His brain took too long to draw the parallel and he heard twin gasps from the living room as Bambi's mother was shot and killed in the most heartbreaking scene ever written for a kids' movie. "Oh, balls!"

"Boys?" Bobby dashed back into the living room and found Dean with his brother's dark, shaggy head under his chin and his arms wrapped tight around him. Sam was shaking and had sad, wet eyes turned to the television screen.

Dean shook his head once with his eyes glued to the screen. "Why would they…" his voice trailed off and he tightened his arms around his little brother.

Bobby moved in and sat beside them. He wrapped an arm over Dean's shoulders and pulled the boy in to his side. "I should have remembered. You two alright?"

Sam sniffed and blinked, holding on to his brother's arms around him. "Uncle Bobby, how come his momma had to die like that?"

Bobby blew out a breath and carded his fingers through Sam's hair. "I don't know, son."

"It ain't fair," Dean said quietly. He blinked furiously to stop the tears that wanted to fall. He felt stupid for how much the scene had affected him, but it had and he'd easily wrapped up his little brother when Sam had crawled into his lap.

"I know it ain't." Bobby held both of his boys while the movie went on. "It gets better… the movie. Promise." He inwardly kicked himself for not thinking about what happened in the beginning of the film… and what had happened to them. He'd have found some excuse for them not to watch it if he'd remembered. He could feel the tightness across Dean's shoulders under his hand that said the boy was just as upset as his little brother. "Or we can go do somethin' else."

Dean shook his head. "Not unless Sammy wants to. You wanna?"

Sam shook his own head and shifted so his legs were across Bobby's lap while his brother held him. He watched the screen and the rabbit that was laughing at Bambi now. "Nope. S'ok. I wanna watch the rest." He gave a small shrug. "Just wish he could'a kept his momma."

Bobby dropped an arm over Sam's legs and nodded. "I know. Me too." He forgot about the chili and sat with his boys while they watched the rest of the movie. They laughed and the melancholy seemed to pass, but Dean didn't let his brother go, keeping his arms around him like he needed to hold on to him. By the time the credits rolled, both boys were smiling and Bobby didn't mind that his legs had gone to sleep with them weighing him down.

"I guess that was alright," Dean said finally. "For a kid's movie."

Bobby smiled and looked down at them. He rubbed his knuckles through Sam's hair again. "How 'bout you, Sammy?"

"It was good." Sam pushed up out of Dean's arms and then turned around, throwing his own around his big brother's neck.

Dean grunted and chuckled as they both toppled into Bobby's lap. "What's that for, squirt?"

Sam smiled and let him go. "Nothin'. M'hungry again."

Bobby chuckled. "Well, alright then. Chili should be about done." He was most definitely not going to tell them what sort of meat was in the chili after that. "Ya'll wanna stop puttin' my legs to sleep and we can go eat."

Dean grinned and sat up, dragging Sam with him. He dug his fingers under his brother's arms until Sam was squealing a laugh and squirming to get away.

"Knock it off, Dea!" Sam rolled off the couch with a thump and grinned breathlessly. "Jerk." He took off through the living room and into the hall at a run when Dean glared at him.

"Scuse me, Uncle Bobby. Gotta go kick Sammy's a… butt." Dean grinned and tore off after his laughing brother.

Bobby leaned back in the couch and ran a hand through his hair under his hat, mostly in relief that the boys had bounced back from what could have been a damn disturbing moment. He listened to the thundering of their feet and Sam's infectious laughter and grinned as they went up the stairs and the pounding went over his head. He snorted a laugh. "Idjits." Bobby stood and went to the bottom of the stairs. "Boys!"

Dean reappeared at the top of the stairs with Sam tossed over one shoulder and kicking his legs in the air. "Yes, sir?"

Bobby chuckled. "Get down here and eat already. You can beat your brother later."

Dean grinned and set his brother down. "You hear him, Sammy. I get to beat ya' later."

Sam snorted and started down the stairs. "Only if you can catch me."

Dean wrapped an arm around his brother's neck and rubbed his knuckles into the top of his head. "Those little midget legs'll never outrun me."

Sam ducked out of his brother's grip with a laugh and ran behind Bobby. "Will too! You watch! I'm gonna be taller than you someday!"

"Ha!" Dean laughed and made a grab for his brother. "Keep dreamin', short stuff."

"Alright, you two." Bobby turned and grabbed Sam, dangling him under one arm so the boy laughed. "Food, and then you can show your big brother how fast you are." He set Sam down in the kitchen and went to check his chili, bubbling away in the pot and gave it a stir while his boys sat down at the table. He was absolutely not going to tell them what was in it; maybe tomorrow when he took them out into the woods for some tracking lessons.

Dean rolled his eyes when Sam leaned into his shoulder but he slid an arm around him. "You really like the movie, Sammy?"

Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Deer are pretty cool, huh?"

"Guess so." Dean held on to his brother and smiled, watching Bobby ladle out steaming bowls of his chili. "Bambi's dad was pretty badass anyway."

Sam nodded. "Thumper was kinda like his big brother." He chuckled and poked Dean in the side. "Thumper."

"Don't even, Sammy," Dean warned. "I will tickle you 'til you can't breathe!"

Bobby barely resisted the urge to burst out laughing as he turned around, having heard the conversation. He set the bowls on the table and pushed them over. "There you go, boys."

"Thanks, Bobby." Dean grabbed his spoon and took a healthy bite, smiling appreciatively at the spicy flavor.

"You're welcome…" Bobby took a step back and had to grin. "… Thumper."

"Hey!" Dean glared and his little brother howled with laughter beside him. "Not cool, Uncle Bobby. Not cool!"

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