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Warnings: Language and cuteness overload!

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I'm the Big Brother Now

Chapter 5: The Beach

Sam's POV

The next morning I awoke to someone jumping on my bed. In a sleepy haze I pushed the form off the bed. I heard a thud and small sniffles. Looking down at Dean, I realized that he was the figure that I pushed off the bed.

"Dean! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Are you hurt? Should I get Bobby? Are you alright?" I asked frantically.

The corners of his lips tugged up in a smile. "You's tawk too much Daddy!" he giggled. "Now you gotsa get up so dat we can pway! I's so wonewy and bowed! Come oooonnnnn!"

Slowly, I climbed out of the covers and let Dean take my hand to pull me downstairs. In the kitchen I noticed Bobby cooking pancakes. What the Hell… I thought.

"Unca Bobby! I gotted Daddy! He gonna get a pancake too?" Dean said happily. Huh, I guess Cas did take away the memories. Good, I like it when he's the happy kid. Not the terrified shell of one that he used to be. I mentally told myself with a small smile.

Bobby finished the pancakes and turned around to face Dean. "Does he want one? He can have as many as he wants."

The four year old clapped with a happy shriek, "Daddy! Unca Bobby give you dis many pantapes! Dat is even mowe dan me!"

I chuckled to myself. "They're called pancakes, and I would only like two. How many are you gonna have little guy?"

He tapped his chin and looked up at the ceiling. "I have two jus wike my Daddy! Yay!

Bobby served up our breakfast with sticky maple syrup and cold milk. Twenty minutes later, after all of us were done and sitting in the living room watching a movie that Bobby's friend brought over for Dean, The Incredibles, Bobby asked us if we wanted to go to the beach.

Obviously, Dean jumped off the couch and started running around the room yelling, "Beats! Beats!"

"Bobby, what about swim suits? Dean and I don't have one, and I'm not sure if you do. This may just be me, but I would rather not go in my birthday suit. Plus, it's not like you live on the coast."

"We can get some on the way. Besides, we have an entire year until Dean gets big again. How about we do whatever we can while he has the chance. The beach, a circus, the zoo, camping, anything really. How does that sound to ya?"

I let a grin drift onto my face, "Well, what are we waiting for?" With that we gathered up all the clothes, toiletries, etc. that we would need, packed them up, and left in the Impala with Dean in the back, Bobby in gotten myself into this time?

We drove for one day, and three and a half hours with bathroom breaks and sleep not included to get to the California coast.

"Dean! Get back here! You can't go to the beach naked! Dean!" I yelled to Dean with his new Batman swimming trunks in my hand.

When we got to the hotel we were staying at (yes, hotel), I had Dean and I's shorts. So I got him undressed and then turned around to grab the trunks. Dean chose that moment to go streaking around the room.

Finally he tripped, but he wasn't hurt. Instead he was giggling uncontrollably. "I's naked! Yay!" He stood back up and started shaking his ass. "Come and gets me Daddy!"

I chuckled and darted to Dean. He yelped and tried to run again, but I grabbed him. "I gottcha now kiddo! Will you hold still so we can go now?"

"Hmmm," he tapped his chin and cocked his head in a similar way that Cas would. "Well, I weally wanna go swimmin' so I will wet you gets my's smimsuit on me," He grinned.

"Okay, thanks," chuckling, I got him and myself dressed. "Alright. Should we go find Uncle Bobby?"

He clapped and nodded.

I knocked on the door of Bobby's room. "Bobby! Come on! Dean and I can't wait!"

From the other side of the door I could hear a muffled, "Damn idgits". The corners of my mouth pulled up in a small smile.

About two minutes later Bobby came out in his suit, and let me just say, I'd take a wendigo any day over the sight that met my eyes. He glared at me as I tried to stifle the laugh that attempted to burst through my lips. "Not a fucking word. Understood?" I nodded, still not trusting my voice.

With that, we went down to the beach.

I walked into the water with Dean in my arms. At first it was really cold, but I got used to it the further I walked. When the water was deep enough for Dean to be in it while still in my arms, he yelped and jumped out of my arms and onto my shoulders, neck, and head.

"Daddy! It's fweezing! I will get icied!"

"Dean, it's just a little cold at first. You won't turn into ice I promise," I said with a smile.

"Okay, but if I tuwn into icies, den I will gets you."

I nodded and pulled him off my head. Slowly, I lowered him into the ocean. His eyes practically bulged out of his head for a minute, but then he smiled from ear to ear and started giggling.

"Sam! Dean! Come on! I got your sandwiches ready!" Bobby yelled from the shore.

I turned and took the two of us back to the blanket where Bobby was sitting. When we got there, we sat down and ate the delicious food that we brought. Bobby and I had a turkey and cheese sandwich, whereas Dean had a PB&J.

About ten minutes later, we were all building a sandcastle with Dean's new buckets and shovels. Suddenly, there was a rough voice from behind me, "Sam, you did not inform me that you would be leaving Bobby's home and coming here. It was quite difficult to find you."

I turned around and saw Castiel looking down at me. "Oh, sorry Cas! I completely forgot. You see, we kind of just left on a whim."

He nodded stiffly and looked towards Dean. "Is he alright?"

"Uh, yeah. Is there any reason he wouldn't be?" I wasn't sure what the angel was getting at, but I didn't like it.

"Well, when a child younger than six has a memory taken away… there can be, shall we say complications."

"Complications!? What the hell do you mean complications? You said he was fine!" I seethed.

"He is, but sometimes the child can develop allergies, colds, or something similar. Dean does not appear to have any of the side effects. "

Suddenly Dean jumped up. "Cassie! Come on! Come to da watew wif me! Pease!"

I kid you not, Cas actually smiled. "I cannot. You see, I don't have anything to wear that will not get wet and ruined."

"Oh!" Dean looked up at me. "Daddy, whewe is Cassie's smimsuit?"

I reached into the bag that we used to hold our stuff and pulled out another swimming suit for Cas. "Here, go put it on then come back and play with Dean." He nodded and walked to the restrooms.

Five minutes later he came back. "Come Deanie." Deanie? What the hell?

"Why did you call him Deanie? You usually don't use nicknames," I said questioningly.

"He is a child. I assume that he would be unhappy if I only called him Dean." With that, the angel picked Dean up and put him on his shoulders. Dean screamed with joy, and they walked back to the water.

Cas set the kid down, and the two would run up to the water then run away when it came closer. I probably dislocated my jaw when I heard Castiel freaking laugh.

When Bobby and I where done eating, we too went down to the ocean. We all played for another forty-five minutes before going back to the hotel.

"Deanie, Sam, I will come back tomorrow morning."

"Alright," I said. "We'll wait until you get here so that you can come with us." Dean gave Cas a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then climbed into his bed. "See ya." With a ruffle of wings, he was gone.

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