This was a super spontaneous idea I got today and which I had to write down and share with you.
It's a very short story (at least in my eyes^^).

No spoilers in here.
Something pretty unusual from me, since I have never written anything about young Sam and Dean before.
I hope you will like it :3.


Time to sleep my boy

It was already late at night and everyone was getting ready to sleep.

Mary was in Sam's room, taking care of her youngest son.

She couldn't stop smiling every time she saw her baby boy laugh at her, whenever she looked into his baby crib.

"It's time to sleep my little Sammy," she whispered softly and the smile never left her lips, as she leaned down to press a gentle kiss on Sam's forehead. The baby laughed at this and his small hands closed around Mary's long, golden hair, pulling softly at it, what made the young woman laugh softly. She reached one of her hands out and tickled the little baby's belly, making her son laugh even more.

"I love you so much Sammy. Never forget about this…" she whispered and she kissed him once again, before she pulled back from him. She grabbed the blanket and put it over the baby's body, making sure that Sammy had it all nice and warm for the night.

"Sleep well my boy…" she whispered and after that she turned off the light and left the room to let her son sleep…


While Mary was taking care of Sammy, John had to deal with other problems, if you could call it like that.

He was chasing his oldest son, Dean, through the living room, laughing the whole time.

His son didn't want to go to sleep yet and thus he had started running away from John, when he had wanted to grab him and put him into his bed. But Dean was stubborn and thus the hunt had started.

"It's time to sleep Dean," John said with the widest grin on his lips Dean has ever seen and the boy couldn't help but laugh at his father when John tried to grab him again, but again Dean was faster than him and he could run away from his hands.

"No! I don't want to! I am not even tired yet!" the boy said, smirking at his father who returned the smirk and something mischievous started to sparkle in John's eyes.

"You are not tired yet? Is that so huh? Well, wanna bet that I can change this within seconds?"

Dean stopped in his movements, raising an eyebrow at his father and thus he let his guard down.

Exactly what John had been waiting for!

He lunged at his son and finally he managed to grab the totally perplexed boy.

He grabbed him under his arms and lifted him up, only to throw him onto the sofa, where he fell upon him like a beast of prey.

He held Dean's arms above his head with only one of his and with his free hand he pulled the boy's shirt up to expose his tummy and before he did anything to him, he looked at his face, grinning at him.

"The Tickle Monster got its claws on you little one and it's veeeeeeery hungry!" John growled and the teasing made Dean laugh before he had done anything to him.

His laughter rose in volume and pitch when John's head rushed down to his belly.

He buried his face into his soft belly, making exaggerating loud growling noises as he shook his head, nibbling and blowing raspberries all over this son's belly and Dean was shrieking with laughter within seconds. He pressed his head into the soft cushions of the sofa, arched his back and screamed with laughter when John started blowing raspberries right into his belly button and all the time the boy tried to free his hands, but John's grip was strong, too strong, and he knew that he couldn't free himself and that thought alone made him laugh even harder if this was still in the realm of possibility.

"No! Dahahahd! NOHOHO! NO TICKLES! NO TICKLES!" he screamed through his happy laughter and he squirmed like a worm on a hook underneath this playful "torture" his father inflicted on him.

John laughed evilly into his belly (or at least he tried to) when those words reached his ears.

"Dad? Who do you call "dad" here? I am not your dad little one, I am the Tickle Monster! And I am still hungry!"

And laughter and shrieking began anew, when the "Tickle Monster" set back to work again.

Attracted by the cheerful sounds of the living room, Mary came down the stairs to see what was so funny and she couldn't help but laugh herself when she saw how John had pinned Dean to the sofa and how he attacked his belly with one ticklish raspberry after the other, making Dean shriek with loud but happy laughter.

When the boy heard his mother's amused sounding laughter he called her for help and that made Mary and even John laugh even harder.

"I think he has enough John," Mary said while laughing softly at the playful scene in front of her.

John stopped his tickling, but didn't let Dean go.

He looked at his son's face, smirking at him when he saw how tears of pure joy had gathered in the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Well Dean? Do you have enough? Or does the Tickle Monster have to keep tickling you?"

Dean shook his head, giggling cutely and he pulled on his arms again.

"No dad. No more, please!" he pleaded and John just chuckled and finally he let his son go.

"Fine, I think this is enough. But know this Dean: The Tickle Monster is going to get you again if you won't go to bed now."

The boy just laughed and he jumped to his feet and rushed up the stairs and into his room and John and Mary could only laugh at this.

What would they be without their sons?

These two made life worth living and were the best thing that ever happened to them.

If only John and Mary had known what a life their boys would live in a few years and how their story would end…

The end