Chapter 5

"Mommy, I's thirsty." Sam said, yawning loudly.

"Okay Sammy lets get you a small drink then I think it is bed time for you."

After Sam had a drink they where heading into the hallway when Sam asked

"Mommy do I's have to have a bath?"

"Uuuumm, I'm not sure. Lets ask Dean."

"Ask Dean what?" Dean asked as he exited an unused room, locking the door, securing Sams weapons safely.

"Do's I need to have a bath?" Sam asked.

"Huh, I dunno Sam. Lets see." Dean stepped up to his brother, grabbing his arm and lifting it up he leaned in and sniffed. " Pheee-eeew Sammy, you stink!" Dean said, pretending to gag.

"No I's don't!" Sam said giggling. Dean dropped Sams arm and gently slapped his shoulder.

"Nah, you're right Sammy, think you're all good for tonight. How about just a quick wash of your hands and face then to bed?"

"'Kay Dean." Sam said heading towards the bathroom. Dean went to follow but Mary placed a hand on his arm stopping him.

"I've got this, if thats okay with you." She said. Dean thought for a moment.

"Yeah, alright. You help him wash up and brush his teeth and I will get him into his pyjamas, but you might want to get in there before he floods the whole bunker." Dean said with a smile, pointing In the direction Sam had disappeared. Marys face dropped as she turned toward the bathroom.

"He won't, will he?" She asked. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Only one way to find out." he answered with a smirk.

"Crap!" Mary turned and dashed down the hall towards the sound of running water.

Dean chuckled and went back into Sams room. He was retrieving some sleep clothes for Sam from the chest of drawers when he heard his little brother come thundering into his room, Mary following.

"All clean?" Dean asked.

"Yup!" Sam said, launching himself across the room onto his mattress. Dean and Mary winced as the bed protested loudly.

"Come here and get these on." Dean said tossing Sams pjs at him.

Mary stepped out of the room while Dean supervised Sam getting his pyjamas on. Once he was dressed Mary re-entered the room and watched as Sam climbed into bed.

"All set?" She asked while Dean re-adjusted the blankets ensuring Sam was covered.

"Yep," Sam said, snuggling into his pillow, yawning again.

"You wanna read to him?" Dean asked, handing Mary a small, tattered book. "This was one of his favourites. Kinda ironic, considering the subject matter."

Mary looked at the title of the book and gave a small chuckle.

"Okay Sammy, close your eyes." Mary said as she sat on the edge of the bed and opened the book. She began reading. "'There is a Monster at the end of this book.'" She began.

Dean leaned against the door frame and listened to his mother read for a few moments before leaving and heading into the library. He was beginning to feel the last few days catch up with him but he wanted to get a few hours of research in before turning in himself.

A/N There is a Monster at the End This Book was one of my favourite stories when I was growing up, I still love Grover!