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Day Eight:

On the eighth day of Christmas my neighbour gave to me, eight kids a playin'..

"Seriously Sam? You volunteered to BABYSIT?" Dean pressed his fingers to his temples in concern. "Don't you realize that we have a job to work here? That isn't babysitting?"

Sam grinned, "I thought you could use some work on the whole child management department. Besides, it's just one day. How bad could it be?"

At that moment, the doorbell rang to the boys' motel room. Sam briskly strode to the door, opening it to reveal a disorganized looking female with a toothy grin.

"Well hello there!" She laughed. Her voice began cracking and she snorted. Wiping her hand across her nose she continued, "I'm Sandra!" She held out her hand to Sam who grimaced.

"Sam." He coughed, "Nice to meet you."

In the background, Dean smirked.

"The kids are in my backyard right now," she sniffled, "You'll just have to go over and watch them for a few hours. They're on the play equipment right now."

Sandra left, leaving Sam and Dean looking at each other, worried expressions on both their faces.

"After you?" Dean held his hand out to the door, motioning for Sam to move.

Muttering a half-hearted "thanks", he stumbled out the door heading towards the neighbours.

"Deaney!!!! Slide slide slide!" Dilbert tugged on Dean's pants, pulling him towards the play equipment. Sam laughed at the image before him. A child who weighed about 150lbs and was barely 4"9 going down a slide could be interesting.

Dilbert panted as he climbed up wooden beams towards the slide then shot Dean a glare. "Follow."

"Okay, okay." He held up his hands in surrender then followed, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to kill Sam." His voice was very quiet as he muttered death threats.

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"SAMMY!!!!" Judy ran up to Sam urgently, tears welling in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Dilbert is stuck in the slide!"

"What?" He ran towards the play equipment which was now surrounded by children.

"SAM!" An all too familiar voice belted out his name from inside the slide.

Sam snorted, "Seriously Dean?"

"Shut up. The kid made me go down the slide then I got stuck then he came down and..."

Sobs came from Dilbert.

Sam jumped up to the top of the equipment effortlessly then bit his lip in thought. "Judy?"

"Yes?"

"Does your mom have any twinkies in the house?"

"She might."

"Go get me one."

3 minutes later...

"C'mon Dilbert! Just a little farther!" Sam held a twinkie out in front of the fat kid, having him climb up the slide reaching for his salvation.

Dilbert panted and coughed in exhaustion, but finally reached the top, gobbling up the twinkie in Sam's hand.

"Atta boy. Now c'mon Dean. You went down this way, climb up this way too.

After several minutes of groans and thuds from inside the slide, Dean was finally freed. It seemed like hours before Sandra came back home, but when she did both boys nearly bolted from the yard.

"Thank you for watching my kiddies, boys." She snorted once more, "Did you all have fun?"

Dean eyed Sam warily then looked towards their motel room, "Erm, Yes." He shot her one of his famous smiles.

"That's good." She walked towards Dean, "I was thinking... You're a very nice looking young man and I'm a-" She sneezed, "Respectable, nice young woman. Maybe call me sometime?" She tucked a slip of paper into his front pocket then sniffed his shirt. "Ahhhh. You're yummy." She smiled, revealing yellowing teeth. "Call me!"

"Sam?"

"Yes Dean?"

"I hate you."

Sam laughed, "Jerk."

A grumbled reply came. "Bitch."

Please R+R! No offense meant here, just having all out fun with day eight!

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