Chapter Seven

A/N:I am finally updating! Sorry this took so long I went away and then we had a huge storm and I lost all power for nearly 3 days and then I got massive writer's block so I am apologizing in advance if this chapter is a little…dodgy.
Enjoy and review!

Normal POV
Dean and Booby looked up as they heard the front door open and then slam closed. A few seconds later Sam walked in, carrying his child self and lay him on the couch. Dean looked from Sam down to the younger one and then back a few times before Sam launched into an explanation of what had happened.
"Well it must have been a witch then. I mean nothing else could have done it; right Bobby?" Dean said, standing up and turning to the older man.
"It wasn't a witch Dean!" Sam said. "It was like the voice in my head had somehow gotten out and created a body for itself."
"That's not possible Sam; even with everything we've seen. Have you heard it in there since it, you know…exploded?"
"No, I haven't heard a thing." Sam shook his head and looked down at his younger self who was now sleeping.
"Well that's a good thing I guess," Bobby said. "But what the heck was it and where did it come from?"
"I don't know. I was out there and it was yelling at me in my head and there I heard screaming and then it was gone."
They stood around arguing about what it could be for several more hours until Sam grew hungry and walked into the kitchen to find some food. He was sitting at the kitchen table eating a chicken sandwich when he heard a thud from the library. He stood up and walked back into the room to see Dean helping little Sam back on the couch. He had apparently rolled off it in his sleep.
Sam stood in the doorway watching himself as Dean and Bobby went back to throwing suggestions around again. Dean was dead set on it being a witch and Sam shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and shook his head.
Little Sam stood up after a few minutes. "STOP," He yelled and everyone stopped moving and looked at him. "I know what it was, and it wasn't a witch."
"Then what was it?" Dean asked.
"A Hope Demon."
"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Dean asked.
"It's sort of like a normal Demon, but a lot more powerful and it can take on human form instead of just being black smoke and possessing them and it literally kills whatever hope a person has inside them. That's why he went after me. I was the last little bit of hope that Sam had left. If either Sam or I had given in to him, we both would've died." Little Sam said, looking around at the three hunters.
"Great, so how do we kill it?" Bobby asked.
"Sam already did."
Little Sam grinned at the older one who couldn't help but smile back.
"Then why are you still here? Shouldn't you have gone back to wherever this thing pulled you from?" Dean asked.
"I should have, but for whatever reason, I haven't and I don't know if I can."
"Well you're a part of Sam right?" Both Sam's nodded and Dean looked freaked out for a second but the shook it off. "Well maybe that means you need to help Sam. To do what exactly, I don't know but that's what we need to figure out. Maybe you need to help Sam get back whatever hope he lost; to help him get over this voice thing."
Little Sam thought about it for a few moments and then nodded, deciding that was possible.
"Right, now how do we do that exactly? It's not like this is magically going to be fixed." big Sam said, looking at everyone.
"Maybe you just need to go back to how life used to be," Bobby said, shrugging. "And that includes calling your dad."
Teenage Sam groaned, "Do I have to? You saw what he did when he was here last; how he reacted. I don't know Bobby."
Dean and Bobby both stared at Sam until he threw his hands up and walked out of the room, taking his phone out as he went.
He dialled his dad's number and got the voicemail as a reply.
"Hey dad, it's Sam. We kinda need your help with something. It's sort of a hunt I guess but…just get to Bobby's, please? We need you."
Sam hung up and then stood in the hallway for a few seconds before walking back in and flopping on the couch next to Dean.
"Well, is he coming or not?" Dean asked, staring at Sam.
"There was no reply Dean. What do you expect me to do? Make him answer his phone when it's off? You know what he's like when he's on a hunt; he'll call back when he's done."
Sam walked back outside and came back a second later with the books that he had been reading earlier.
"I couldn't find anything about what your friend is hunting Bobby, sorry." Sam said as he placed the books on top of the others on the edge of Bobby's desk.
"It's alright kid, we figured out what it was. It was a witch of some kind; really old, really powerful. Took him and his buddy to take her down." Bobby said.
"What is it with everything being witches? Are they having a reunion or something?" Dean said and both Sam's laughed.

Later that night they were all sitting around talking about past hunts when they heard a car pull up and then the screen door was slammed open.
"Alright I got your message! Now what do yo-" John stormed into the room and then froze when he saw little Sam sitting on the couch next to Dean. He looked back and forth between everyone and then looked back to his 16 year old son. "You want to explain this to me? What the hell is going on?"
Sam looked back at Dean who nodded and Sam turned back to his dad and launched into an explanation about what had happened.
When he was finished John just stood there staring at him.
"So what do you need my help for?" he asked.
"Dean and Bobby suggested that, in order for me to get back, we need things to go back to how they were before everything happened this week." Little Sam said, standing up next to his older self.
"And what would know kid, you're six-years-old. No, I can't. I'm not…" John stared off into space before slamming out of the house again. They heard his tires on the gravel driveway and then it was quiet again.
"Well, I guess that isn't going to work. Maybe if we just start hunting again everything will…you know, go back to how it was before." Dean said and Bobby nodded in agreement.
"So how does demon thing work exactly, if it was with you all the time than how was it with Sam as well?" Dean asked little Sam.
"Well everything he was saying to Sam was what he was saying to me, because well I'm just a younger version of him. Of course I didn't know about all of this stuff but when Sam found out so did I. I know it's confusing and makes no sense, but I'm pretty sure that's how with worked."
"So it wasn't just a voice in his head?"
"Not really, no."
Dean nodded for a second and then crouched down and pulled the younger boy in for a hug. The boy hesitated for a second and then hugged him back.
Nobody said anything while this was happening and after a few seconds they broke apart and Dean stood up.
"Bed time I think and then we'll figure all this out in the morning." Bobby said, looking at the clock on the wall. It read a quarter past midnight.
Both Sam's and Dean walked upstairs and within seconds of them all getting into bed they were all asleep.

Sam woke up to a thud and a muffled scream. He looked over at Dean and saw that he was still asleep and then looked around the room. Everything was fine, except his six-year-old self was missing from the other side of his bed. He crept silently out of them room and saw the bare feet of the kid slipping down the stars. He could also hear his head thudding on each step and wondered how Bobby hadn't been woken up yet.
Sam stood at the top of the stairs and saw the younger boy being dragged by something he couldn't see. Sam ran down the stairs just as the front door was ripped open.
He made it out the door before it had fully closed and stopped at what he saw.
The demon he had thought he killed was standing in the middle of the yard with a knife at little Sam's neck.
"You didn't really think you could kill me did you Sam?" the demon said.
"You exploded…you were dead." Sam said.
"No, I was simply…out of action for a few hours."
Sam took a step forward and the demon pressed the knife closer to little Sam's neck.
"Come any closer and I'll kill both of you."
Sam stopped and held his hands up to show he wasn't going to do anything.
"I'm going to take him," The demon squeezed harder on little Sam's throat. "And then everything can go back to how it should be."
"Not on my watch it's not." Teenage Sam said and stepped forward.
"I warned you."
The demon moved the knife down and stabbed the younger boy in the chest.
It was over within a second; both Sam's screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
The demon laughed and then vanished, leaving both of the boys bleeding on the hard ground.