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Previously on Supernatural- Smiling, Bobby picked up Sam's empty plate and glass and deposited them in the sink before going over to the phone. He needed to call for reinforcements.
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"Sammmmmmmmy" Dean sing-songed, flicking his sleeping sibling's ear. "Time to rise and shine!" Getting a low moan in response, the older boy smirked. "Come on Sam-a-lam! You've had enough beauty sleep!"
Sam merely batted at the annoying hand and rolled over away from the pest it was attached to.
Dean was undeterred however. Upping the ante, he began poking Sammy in the side something he knew his younger brother hated. "Up and at'em Princess!" he called. Getting nothing but the occasional flinch, he stood and sadly shook his head. "Okay, you asked for it, Sammy. You've got five minutes to get your butt outta bed and into the shower. If I don't hear it running by then, I'm sending Caleb in to wake your sorry ass up and you know what kinds of things he does to wake up lazy bones." Dean tromped over to the door and opened it. "Five minutes Sammy" he warned before leaving the room.
Sammy opened his eyes and flopped over onto his back with a groan. He fisted his eyes and then glanced over at the clock on the night stand. Seeing 6:30 flashing at him, the youngster sighed and shook his head. He couldn't believe his big brother was willingly up and cheery at this time of morning. In fact, Dean had been up early every day since they'd come to Bobby's place two weeks ago. Sammy grumbled under his breath as he slowly sat up and tossed the covers aside. Being bright eyed and bushy tailed this early was so unlike his older sibling. What could possibly have gotten into Dean to ma…Sammy suddenly grinned. Bobby had cooked up a breakfast feast every morning and he had allowed Dean to help out around the shop to earn some spending money. Then there were the afternoons goofing off and the evenings spent cruising the town with Caleb. And last of all there was dad's announcement last night that training would begin again tomorrow. Huh, no wonder Dean bounded out of bed in the morning. Sighing, Sammy got out of bed, grabbed some clothes out of his duffle, and headed for the shower. Today was not going to be fun.
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Sammy trudged into the kitchen and slipped into his usual seat at the table. A plate piled full of bacon, eggs, and sausage quickly appeared in front of him. "Thanks Uncle Bobby" he called before popping a piece of bacon in his mouth.
"You can thank me by eating everything on that plate." Bobby instructed, pointing his spatula at the overflowing dish.
"Yes sir" Sammy replied. He picked up his fork, ran it through his eggs, and shoved the heaping helping in his mouth.
"Slow it down son" John lightly admonished.
"Yeah Shrimp, you're gonna make yourself sick." Caleb seconded. "And today won't be much fun if you've got a stomach ache."
Sam's smile slipped at the reminder of the day's activities. He swallowed his mouthful before giving his dad the required 'yes sir' and then slowly started back on his meal. As he ate, he gazed around the table at the others. With the exception of his dad the hunters looked happy. They were talking and joking around and occasionally laughing at Dean and Caleb's antics. His dad though was wearing his usual somber expression as he flipped through the newspaper. "No doubt searching for his next hunt," Sam thought. The hunter had to be itching for a hunt by…
"I'm done!" Dean called. He grabbed his plate, silverware, and glass and dumped them in the sink and then headed for the backdoor. "I'm gonna get started on that Dodge that came in yesterday. You guys enjoy your training!"
Sammy stared slack jawed at his brother's retreating back. Dean didn't have to train?! He was going to be working out alone with his dad?! Dean had to be pranking him. His big brother wouldn't really leave Sam to train with just their dad, would he? Needing the reassurance that he wasn't being left alone, the littlest Winchester turned to his father. "Dad, you're not letting Dean skip training, are you?" he questioned.
John folded his paper and set it down before looking over at his youngest. "Yes I am." He sternly answered. "Dean made a promise to Bobby and he is going to keep it."
"Don't worry Squirt P.J. and I will be with you." Caleb assured Sam.
"Great" Sammy thought miserably. Like training without Dean wasn't enough; now P.J. and Caleb were going to be there to watch him fail. Sighing, Sam scooped up the last of his eggs and shoved them in his mouth before taking his dishes in the sink and trudging out of the room.
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When the classic Chevy finally came to a stop, Caleb looked up from the thumb wrestling match he was having with Sammy. He frowned at the building they were parked in front of. "Ummm, John" he said as they climbed out of the car. "What are we doing here? Gyms don't let little kids work out on their equipment."
"This one will." John confidently stated. "I already talked with the manager."
Sammy barely withheld a sigh. Strength training on machines built for adults was going to suck out loud. He wasn't going to be able to lift much weight at all, and considering how many vehicles were in the lot, this session was sure to be the most embarrassing training ever. In fact, he would probably be lucky to get out of this without being laughed at and being made the butt of some jock's joke. After all, most jocks couldn't resist bullying the skinny, little kids. Of course if anyone dared to do that, Caleb would beat…his thoughts ground to a halt as they stepped into the door of the gym. Half of the wall to their right was covered by the biggest rock climbing mountain he'd ever seen. "Wow" he mumbled.
John smiled. "I'm glad you like it kiddo because that," he said, pointing to the rock wall, "is our training."
"We get to climb it?!" Sammy exclaimed.
"Yes" John replied. He ushered his excited son over to the wall and helped him pick out and helmet and get strapped into a harness before taking him to the far left side of the molded rock. "Alright, now this has several different stages. This first one is for little kids. There are extra hand holds and there closer together to make it easier. I want you to climb it first and then we'll move on to the harder ones."
"Yes sir!" Sammy answered. He eagerly went over to the rock wall and gripped two handholds. The youngest hunter quickly and easily scaled that section of the wall. He then moved to the section made for children his age and older. It was a bit harder but Sam still managed to make the climb. Grinning widely, the youngster stepped over to the next section.
Caleb put a hand on the boy's shoulder to stop him. "You need to look at this one first Sammy." He instructed. "There are fewer hand and foot holds and they're farther apart. You need to figure out your route before you start up."
Sammy nodded. He studied the wall for a few moments and then carefully started climbing. He inched his way up the rock, stretching at some parts to reach some of the hand holds. Sam paused at the halfway point to get his bearings. He gazed up imagining the path he had chosen. After making some corrections to his route, the littlest Winchester started on his way once more. He slowly pulled himself along until… "I made it!" he shouted, waving down at his family.
"Nice job, Sammy!" Pastor Jim called as he watched the boy make his way back down.
"Way to go, dude!" Caleb complimented, high fiving Sam once he reached the bottom.
Sammy gave his friend a dimpled smile before racing over to the person whose opinion mattered most. "Dad! Dad! I made it!" he exclaimed as he pounced on his father. "Did ya see me?!"
"I saw. You did good bud." John assured, wrapping his arms around the bouncing youngster. This, this is why he'd allowed Dean to stay and help Bobby. The past two weeks he'd had the old Sammy back; the one who thought he hung the moon. And while the father knew it wouldn't last long, he wanted to hang onto it for as long as he could which meant doing things without Dean so Sammy ran to him instead of his big brother. And if that made him selfish, so be it. He was just enjoying being daddy again. Which reminded him… "What was that, Sport?"
"I asked if I could climb it again." Sammy repeated.
"Go for it, kiddo" John replied, ruffling the boy's hair.
"Thanks dad!" Sammy hollered before racing back to the rock wall.