Innocence Reviled

Sequel to Innocence Defiled.

Disclaimer: It's my sandbox and I can play with who I want too. Promise I don't make anything out of this dribble but satisfaction in knowing that someone out there is enjoying it. I will eventually return Dean and Sam, cross my heart and ummm...

Wee!Chester Story: Sam is 4 and Dean is 8

Author's Note: And a bit of a disclaimer … Umm okay we don't have Chucky Cheese, (Chucky E Cheese) or anything really like that here in Australia so I am basically only going on what I have found on the net. I have taken some liberties however, I'm not sure if there would have been one around near Bobby's place in the late '80s and if they have/had live acts, like the clowns etc. So bear with me please, I have no intention in ridiculing the franchise, and have tried to keep it as close to what I can find out as possible. I am making no money whatsoever and have no intention on using Chucky Cheese in any other way than just as a setting in this story. I hope that I don't offend anyone if they are involved in the restaurant chain in any way.

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Chapter Two - Claude The Clown

Sammy limped alongside Dean into the family restaurant with a permanent scowl on his face. The reason for the scowl glared up at him and he hated it, the brace. Even at such a young age he knew it was helping his bad leg but it was ugly, awkward and hurt him if he moved his leg the wrong way. How it was supposed to help him when it hurt so much was beyond him but he kept quiet, he knew it got his Uncle Bobby angry if he whined too much.

He glanced over at Dean and his scowl deepened, his big brother tried to do so much for him and yet he still couldn't make the brace stop hurting or make the doctors take it off his leg. 'Dumb brace!' Sammy grumbled, 'dumb birthday.'

'What's up Sammy?' Dean asked as he stopped and stared down at his baby brother, 'you feelin' good?'

'Yeah guess so.' Sammy mumbled as they stepped into the crowded restaurant and he gripped Dean's hand tightly suddenly feeling nervous around so many people, he felt his leg start to wobble and he clutched at his Uncle Bobby's hand as well, he needed the support of both his uncle and brother.

'Sammy?' Bobby looked down when he felt the small hand grips his tightly, 'what's the matter?'

'Nuffin,' Sammy blinked back tears and tried to smile up at his favourite uncle, 'just wobblin'.'

'How's about I give the birthday boy a special ride?' Bobby asked hoisting Sammy up onto his shoulder effectively protecting his brace from the bumping and pushing around them.

'Hey Uncle Bobby there's an empty booth.' Dean yelled as he pointed across the room, 'I'll go get it.'

'We're right behind ya.' Bobby said as he found himself wondering just why it was so busy, it was like there was an invasion of little kids, perhaps all possessed the way they were acting.

Gratefully, Bobby deposited Sammy onto the bench seat next to his brother who promptly shifted so that Sammy sat against the wall and away from all of the mayhem. 'So boys whatcha want?'

'Pizza with the lot,' Dean grinned widely, 'and cola.'

'Sammy?'

'Don' matta Uncee Bobby what Deanie's havin'.'

'You okay Sammy?'

'Yeppers just sleepy an' hungy,'

'Hungry.' Dean absently corrected his brother, 'hey Uncle Bobby can we get half an' half?'

'Yeah that sounds like a plan, want some salad too?'

'Eww gross rabbit food.' Dean wrinkled his nose and mimicked a rabbit as he tried to tickle Sammy.

'Yes pwease Uncee Bobby.' Sammy giggled, 'bunny's hungy too.'

'Okay pizza and salad it is, you boys stay put till I get back alright?'

'Yes Sir.' The brothers said in unison.

'Deanie,' Sammy asked as he glanced up at his brother, 'where's Daddy?'

'He had to work kiddo 'member?'

'Yeah guess so, Deanie?'

'Yeah dude?'

'Will Daddy be home when we get home?'

'Nope sorry Sammy but Dad's too far away to come home tonight.'

'Deanie?'

'Yeah Sammy?'

'Do ya think Daddy'll bring me a pwesent?'

'Probably.'

'Deanie?'

'Yes Sammy?'

'Whatcha think Daddy's got me?'

'Dunno Sammy, guess ya'll have ta wait til he gets back.'

'Oh okkies.' Sammy sighed and settled back against the seat just then the music started and a voice announced a special treat for the children there, 'A Chucky Cheese Circus.'

'Wow,' Sammy gasped and stared wide-eyed at the small stage, 'whatcha think they'll have?'

'Dunno Sammy.' Dean said happy that Sammy had another distraction so he wouldn't have to answer anymore questions about their dad. Bobby came back with their drinks and salads just as the lights dimmed a little and a spot light shone on the gaudy red curtains.

'Ladies and Gentleman, kids of all ages can you give a big Chucky Cheese welcome to Claude the Clown and an evening at the circus.' The announcer's voice screeched through the speakers, louder than even the crying little ones and jibes from the older children.

'Uncee Bobby? What's Claude the Clo…clown?' Sammy asked staring worriedly at the stage. 'He don' look nice.'

'Clowns make people laugh by doing silly things.' Bobby tried to explain as simply as possible while he silently plotted the tortures he could inflict on John Winchester the boys' absentee father.

Sammy pressed against Dean's side and watched the funny looking man do stupid things, he couldn't work out why the people were laughing coz he thought that the guy wasn't funny. Not like Deanie or Uncle Bobby or even Doctor Tim.

Dean giggled away at the clown's antics but kept a close eye on Sammy who seemed to be a little frightened if anything else. 'You alright Sammy?'

'Yeah I'm okkies.' Sammy tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace, 'don't think he's funny.'

'Yeah pretty corny huh?'

'You funny-er Deanie.'

'Yeah? Kewl!' Dean grinned and then rubbed his hands together when their pizza arrived, his eyes wide and gleaming with anticipation. 'Food!'

'You have a bottomless pit for a stomach Dean.' Bobby chuckled as he watched the older boy virtually inhale his first piece.

'Man that's good.' Dean gave Sammy a pizza-face grin. 'Have a piece Sammy.'

'Eww Deanie.' Sammy giggled as he picked the topping off his slice, one piece at a time.

'So I hear it's someone's birthday!' The clown declared as he moved closer to the booth occupied by Bobby and the boys. His eyes widened in shock as he realised just who the boys were and his smile widened with the realisation that they had come to him. Suddenly his crappy job wasn't so crappy anymore.

The children all shrieked, creating a cacophony of noise that threatened to deafen any adult. The clown with the gaudy heavy make up and ragged clothes tripped and gagged his way over to the booth and leered at the boys. 'So have we a Sammy sitting at this table?'

'Uhhuh.' Sammy whispered and pushed tightly against Dean's side, the clown looked big, ugly and very, very scary.

'Okay let me read your mind here … it's your fourth birthday.' Claude the clown announced waving his arms in an over-energetic way and nearly toppled into the booth.

'Eww dude B.O.!' Dean gasped pinching his nose tightly as the man hovered over them.

'So was I right? Is there a big four year old here?' Claude asked indicating the shaking little boy.

'Yeah, yeah now how bout you just move on.' Bobby snarled, he almost regretted registering Sammy's birthday but when he saw the ice cream birthday cake he couldn't resist. Claude frowned at the man, winked at the boys and then moved on calling for another birthday boy, 'He's gone now Sammy.' Bobby whispered watching the small boy tremble and clutch at his brother, 'how about we get some ice cream cake and then go play some games?' He asked as he waved to the waitress to bring over the special birthday cake over to them.

S—D

Claude slammed the door behind him and sighed happily, all thoughts of the first chosen one gone as he realised his two precious boys were there in the flesh. Of course, the old dude would have to go before he could have his boys; no one was going to stop him this time. It was destiny, the boys where meant to be his no matter what.

Humming 'pop goes the weasel.' Under his breath, he started to wipe the greasy stage make up off his face, and then change into his street clothes, he knew that this crappy job would pay off, he just didn't realise how big the pay off would be.

Sidling out of the rear door of Chucky Cheese, he lit a smoke up, inhaled deeply before he went to his beat up old pick up, and hunkered down to watch and wait for the boys and that man to come out. He ran down the list of things he needed to do as he waited, first he needed to find out where they were staying and going to school, second to make sure that he had enough supplies to feed his boys, and enough of his special cocktail to keep them pliable until they behaved and accepted him completely. Then he would have to get them some clothes, toys, and books; finally, he had to work out exactly where he was going to take them once he got them.

'Don't worry my beautiful boys it won't be long and we'll be together.' He said with a lascivious grin spreading across his face as he lit up another smoke and started to hum again.

S—D

Bobby noticed both boys starting to tire their enthusiasm for the games slightly waning, 'time to go home boys.'

'Aw Uncle Bobby!' Dean whined half-heartedly, he watched Sammy get sleepier and made his own mind up to make it look like he was getting tired too.

'Come on, Sammy want me to carry you?'

'Sammee tired Uncee Bobby.' Sammy yawned and slid his thumb in his mouth, 'Sammee 'leepy.'

'Here we go Sammy.' Bobby picked up the small boy and then took Dean's hand as they manoeuvred their way through the late crowd to the car park; Bobby stared around out of habit scoping the area before he strapped Sammy into the car seat.

'Get some sleep to we get home Sammy.'

Sammy yawned and blinked his eyes at the man in front of him, 'night-night daddy.' Sammy whispered leaving Bobby speechless; he glanced down at Dean but if the older boy had heard Sammy then he didn't make anything of it.

S—D

The battered pick up truck slowed down as it went passed the entrance to Singer Salvage Yard and then sped off into the darkness of the night; a cigarette butt flicked carelessly from the driver's side window, flared red and then faded into obscurity.

Bobby carried Sammy inside smiling as he noticed that the toddler barely stirred as he carried him upstairs, Dean close behind him yawned incessantly, as he got ready for bed and then slid into the big double bed next to his brother. 'Night uncle Bobby.' He grinned as he wrapped his arms around his Sammy and snuggled down to sleep.

'Night boys.' Bobby said his voice rough with exhaustion and excess emotions; downstairs he poured himself a stiff drink and sank down onto the big leather chair, he could still hear Sammy's sleepy voice call him daddy. Realistically he knew that Sammy was over-tired and more than a little confused after everything else that day.

'Dang it all John where are ya?' He muttered as he downed the drink and poured himself another one, he stared at the telephone as he finished his second drink, 'ah damn it all.' Picking the phone up he dialled John's number and impatiently waited for it to stop ringing, then as if on cue the answering service kicked in. after leaving a very terse message he hung up and poured one last drink before checking the salt lines and protections and then he made his way to bed. He paused at the boys' bedroom and stood in the doorway watching them sleep, he felt his heartbreak, the first time since his beloved wife had died, only now his heart broke because of two innocent little boys.

TBC

I know that this chapter was a little slow but wait and see what's gonna happen next - insert innocent smile - mmmwhahaha