"Dean, I want him. I want my rubber ducky," Sammy screamed for what felt like the thousands time.
Dean was searching the whole motel but couldn't find that stupid duck anywhere.
"Sammy, it's not here. You probably left it in the car or the last motel we stopped at."
At this, Sammy started to cry. Dean hated to see his baby brother cry but there was nothing he could do. Dean ran his hand through his hair and signed. It was going to be tough to get his brother to take a bath.
"Come on Sammy, let's take a bath."
"No way, not without my ducky," the six year old screamed.
"You have to take a bath buddy, its bed time." Dean said.
"No ducky, no bath," was Sam's reply as he went running out of the bathroom. Dean would have chased after him but he knew how stubborn Sammy could be when he didn't get his way. Dean sighed again and began to drain the water out of the tub.
Dad wasn't going to be happy, this Dean knew for a fact, but Dean would take whatever punishment dad would handout for not taking care of Sammy.
It wasn't long after that Sammy fell asleep and Dean did another search of the motel for the duck and still he came up empty. Dean sat sideways in the chair, his legs over one arm and his head resting on the other, shotgun in hand.
When John got him, he woke Dean up and asked if everything was okay. Dean told him about Sammy not taking a bath and surprisingly, John wasn't angry, he just said that sometimes little boys don't take baths. Dean nodded and after making sure that his father wasn't injured, he went back to sleep.
The next morning, Dean woke up first and grabbed the keys to the Impala. He searched through the whole car from one end to the other and the duck was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it," Dean cursed knowing that Sam had forgot to grabbed it from the last place they were at.
Dean knew that he had to do something, so he took a couple of dollars and went looking for a store. He saw a nice looking old lady and asked her where the store was, she told him and then asked why he was out so early and alone looking for a store. Dean explained about the duck and the lady told him that she would go with him to the store.
The store the lady took Dean too was a dollar store and sure enough there was a whole bunch of ducks and Dean was surprised to see how cheap they were, he looked at the money he brought and realized that he would be able to buy three ducks.
So Dean picked a yellow one, a blue one with white dots and a green one. He then went to the cash to pay for them and then the lady walked him back to the motel. Dean thanked her and she told him that it was her pleasure.
When Dean unlocked the door, he found John awake and looking angry.
"Where the hell have you been?" John asked furiously.
"Well, I first checked the car to see if Sammy had left his duck in there but he didn't and so I took some money and went to buy him another one." Dean explained.
John wasn't angry anymore with Dean; he chuckled and said, "you are always taking care of your brother aren't you?"
"I try to," Dean answered.
It wasn't long after that Sammy awoke and Dean showed him the new rubber duckies that he had bought for him. Sam was very excited and picked the blue and white one to take a bath with. John took the other two ducks out to the car while Dean helped a now very happy Sammy to take a bath.
A/n: So, all of the recent chapters that I posted were written for a weekly challenge that I am a part of. This story is from week 4 and I won. Yay me.