Ok so this is almost purely, complete Mini!Fluff, but hey it's so damn cute thinking of the boys as kids. There's a chance I over did it, like I usually do, but I hope ya'll like. I think it's probably pretty sweet:D I apologize for not posting it as quickly as I had said.
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Chapter 7
"...I'm watching out for you."
"Yeah, I know you are."
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A hunt. At last a news headline holding definite promise of supernatural activity. To most people, the report of three suicides in Cortez, Colorado on the six o' clock news was just a series of tragic incidents involving tortured teens. But to Sam and Dean, it was one of two things: a vengeful spirit, or a demonic attack.
"Maybe they just killed themselves." Shrugged Dean, always applying the suggestion of simple everyday tragedies before being shot down by Sam's knowledge drawn from research.
"All three victims were happy, one of them being "Almost too bubbly" according to one interviewed friend. They didn't know each other, didn't go to the same school. But the aspects they all have in common are they they were all seventeen, and they all committed suicide in the exact same place, in the exact same way."
Sam leaned back from studying the articles on his laptop computer and looked up at his brother with a "So there!" look on his face.
Dean paused for a second then nodded. "Ok so maybe they didn't just themselves. The town got a history?"
Sam tapped his splayed fingers lightly over the keyboard. "No...not that I can find so far, but I mean the way this kids all killed themselves..." Sam shrugged and puffed out a breath. "...It's just kinda odd."
Dean made a clicking sound out of the side of his mouth. "True...alright, well we'd better get a move on it. Colorado ain't exactly a stone's throw away."
Sam's dimples deepened as he shut down his laptop and snapped it shut. He looked up at Dean with a playful smile.
"Stone's throw away? That's a little Farmer Brown for you isn't it, Dean?"
Dean smiled and put his hands up. "Hey, I'm not the one who wore overalls in the fifth grade, man."
Sam laughed. "It was a cool thing to wear at that age."
Dean turned with a chuckle and snatched up his duffle bag from the corner.
"Yeah, says you." He shot back over his shoulder. He went about gathering his belongings scattered about the room, happy to hear Sam's cheerful laugh at his retort.
"Get your stuff, we'll leave tonight."
He heard Sam utter a quiet agreement and slide his computer off the table. They both shuffled about, collecting dirty clothes, the weapons they always dispersed in various places about their hotel room, and assorted other items that had strayed during the past few days. Dean shoved a red over-shirt into his overly-packed duffle bag and began trying various methods to get the zipper closed. Soft, barely audible, humming drifted over to Dean. He stopped applying his weight on the bag in attempts to close it and looked up, eyes narrowing and ears straining to place the tune that Sam hummed. He stood up, a puzzled yet amused smirk tugging at his mouth.
"Wha-?" Dean chuckled and turned to face Sam. "What is that? Since when do you hum?"
Sam looked up and laughed lightly, a sheepish grin spreading over his face.
"Uh...I...I just can't get this song out of my head. Don't know why." He laughed again. "Sorry."
Dean shook his head a little and turned back to the task the duffle offered. "Nah, whatever. Just don't start skipping around the place."
He pounced on the bag and successfully half closed the zipper. Sam's humming started up again after a minute. Dean smiled and shook his head. The tune sounded familiar. When Sam had first started up, Dean knew that he had knew the song. He tugged the bag all the way closed with a triumphant tug and stopped short as Sam's humming got a little louder, allowing Dean a better listening of the notes. His face fell a little bit. He was finally able to place the song.
November 1983
Dean sat on the window seat in the living room; his tiny fists propped up his head as he looked out the window, searching for any signs of his father's car and return. It had been a mere five days since the fire and his mother's death. Dean was sad that she was gone, though he still didn't understand why or how.
John had dropped four year old Dean and baby Sam off at an unfamiliar house under the care of an unfamiliar man and had left to "Find answers." That was three days ago; he hadn't been back since. Dean was shy towards the man named Bobby, but he decided that the man was ok; and Dean even allowed him to go near Sam every once in awhile.
Dean's forehead pressed against the window and his breath clashed with the biting cold outside in a clouded blotch on the glass. His bright, green eyes looked around carefully at the world outside. Snow blanketed the ground and more flakes blew down to add to the ever-growing drifts. "Where's Daddy?" He thought, frowning slightly. Dean scratched at the frost on the opposite side of the pane. He didn't remember the last time he had gone this long without seeing his father. The cry of a newly awakened child pulled Dean's attention to the makeshift crib in the corner of the room. He quickly climbed off the window seat and ran over to his baby brother. Dean stood on the tips of his toes and leaned over the side of the crib.
"Whatsamatter, Sammy?"
The infant wiggled around unhappily and kicked off his blanket. Dean looked down at Sam with great concern; his soft features furrowed into an expression aging way beyond his years.
"Daddy'll be back soon, ok?"
Dean reached into the crib and pulled the blanket back over Sam.
"Don't cry, s'ok."
Sam's tiny hand caught Dean's pinky and closed around it as Dean started to withdraw his arm from the crib. Dean smiled and wrapped his hand around the small fist. Sam's crying subsided to little hiccups and he opened his tear-drowned eyes to look at Dean.
"It's ok, Sammy. I'm here."
Dean smiled reassuringly at his little brother. Sam looked intently at the green gaze staring down at him.
"I'm watchin' out for ya."
Sam's big, sea-green eyes looked with seeming fascination at his big brother. Dean smiled and jiggled Sam's hand.
"And I always will be. I promise."
The infant smiled and kicked his legs playfully. Dean laughed at how Sam's dimples took up most of the room on his cheeks. He rubbed and tickled the child's belly, coaxing a jingly giggle from Sam. Dean felt fresh feelings of protectiveness and love for his little brother.
"I'll never let anything bad happen to you."
Sam's joyful expression turned to one of complete seriousness. Both young brothers just stared at each other for a few minutes; each taking in the other's presence.
"Go back to sleep, Sam." Dean sighed.
But Sam showed no intention of shielding or even moving his attention away from him. Dean tried to think of a way to help Sam fall back asleep. John always told him stories before bed to help him sleep, but Dean wasn't as good as making up tales of adventure and victory as his father was. Mary used to hum or sing to him whenever he got scared. Her voice never failed to calm Dean and it always lulled him to sleep. Dean could do that. He had memorized a number of John's favorite songs. They weren't exactly lullabies, but there were the only thing Dean had ever known.
"Before you slip into, unconchyness..." Dean gently rocked Sam's hand back and forth with the slow rhythm of his own voice.
"...The days are right, and filled with pain. In clothes me in your gentle brain..."
Sam yawned widely and appeared to fight the heaviness that weighed on his lids. He let out a little sigh, taking in the sound of Dean's soft singing, not knowing or even caring that the lyrics were less than verbatim. His eyes closed finally and Dean dropped his voice a little lower.
"...De river me from reasons why you'd rather cry, I'd rather fly..."
Sam's fingers loosened slightly around Dean's pinky.
"...When we get back, I'll drop a rine." Dean nearly whispered the finish to the song as Sam once again slept soundly. He smiled and put his hand gently on top of Sam's nearly bald head.
"Everything ok in here?"
Dean's head shot in the direction of the voice. Bobby stood across the room, looking over at the sleeping baby Winchester and the older one standing next to him.
"Yeaheverything'sfinehe'sasleep." Dean said in stiff jumble of words, his gaze fixed with a mild warning on Bobby. Bobby smiled and shook his head lightly as he turned to leave the room. Dean kept his eyes on the older man until he completely disappeared from sight. He was pretty sure Bobby was alright, but at the moment he didn't feel like letting him near Sam. He looked back down at Sam's little hand cradled in his.
At the age of four, Dean knew little of the world and he didn't understand most of it, but he knew a few things. Never talk to strangers, never cross the street without holding mommy or daddy's hand, and many other basics that parents always impress upon their children. But there was also one other thing that he had learned. Something he had learned more on his own than with the help of his parents. And that was that the second John put Sam in his hands and into his care; the moment Dean stood holding his brother tightly in his arms as he stared at the glow of flames burning in the upstairs window, that Sam was his responsibility. That it was Dean's personal job to keep him safe. A mere ten months out of turning four years old, Dean had sworn to himself that he would always look out for Sammy, and do anything and everything in his power to keep him safe. Dean squeezed his little brother's hand and repeated his promise carefully and quietly.
"I'm watchin' out for ya."
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"...-Starting to freak me out, man."
Dean blinked and looked around. He was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Impala. Sam was driving and they were already cruising down a darkened highway. Sam was looking at him, confusion and mild worry creasing his forehead.
"What?" Dean asked blankly, looking over at Sam.
Sam laughed nervously. "I said you're starting to freak me out. What's up with you? You've looked like a zombie ever since we left the hotel."
Dean had been so caught up within his own mind that he hadn't even remembered anything after he figured out what Sam was humming. He pushed himself up farther in the seat and cleared his throat.
Sam frowned at him. "Dean, are you okay? You've kinda been acting weird lately."
"What are you talkin' about, you've been acting weirder than me, dude." Dean shot back defensively.
Sam put a hand up defensively. "Okay, it's not a competition. I'm just saying."
Dean fidgeted and looked out to watch the drab scenery go by in a flash. Except for the sound of wind brushing over the Impala's surface and the steady hum of the engine, silence reigned in the car.
"The Doors." Dean mumbled finally.
Sam's eyebrows dipped low over his eyes and he pulled his eyes from the road again. "What?"
"The Doors, The Crystal Ship. Tha-that's the song you were singing."
Sam's eyes flicked around a few times before his quizzical expression relaxed into one of recognition.
"Oh right!" He nodded and a smile spread over his face.
"How did you know that?"
Dean looked ahead, yet towards the past again, with a small smile on his face. Deciding after a moment to not share his thoughts, he snagged the box of classic rock of the floor and held it up with a smirk.
"Don't question the master."
"I'll be sure to remember that if I ever meet him."
Sam quipped as he snagged a Bad Company cassette from the cluttered box. He chuckled at Dean's juvenile mimicking and pushed the tape into the player. "Movin' On" played appropriately as the Impala and its occupants continued down the road towards Colorado.
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I will be on vacation in Australia for the next three weeks and will not be able to post updates. I will try my darndest to write them while I'm there though, I promise. Also, any of those reading my other fic Never More To Go Astray, I am SOOO freakin' sorry for not posting an update in forever. I have come up with some new ideas though and I will also try to write them on vacay as well..that is all:D
Ok so who else is as excited as hell that the 31st is almost upon us?!?!?!?!? I canNOT freakin' wait!! I may explode.
Before you think I gave ya'll all that random information about the boys' next hunt for no reason whatsoever, I will tell you that it will be continued in the next chapter:D
I hope this is working out ok. Sort of a dual-storyline going on here. PLEASE let me know, any and all advice is happily accepted and encouraged.
Reviews are like making Sam and Dean/fangirls cry/be EMO...and I'm Kim Manners(Seriously, look back. He has done almost ALL the EMO episodes. Shadow, Devil's Trap, In My Time Of Dying, Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things, Houses Of The Holy, Heart(HOLY FREAKIN' HELL!!!OO) AHBL2, Fresh Blood...The little man loves to make our boys cry!!!!)
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