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

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Chapter Three - Happy Families?

Sammy sat up and stared around the room with a confused look on his face, slowly he pushed the blankets back and stood up. He looked down at the sleeping Dean in the big bed and shrugged, he knew that Dean could be a heavy sleeper when he wanted to be. Slowly Sammy moved to the door, glanced back over his shoulder at Dean, a small sad smile on his lips as he slowly made his way out of the room.

He could hear uncle Bobby's snores coming from his room, ever so quietly he pushed the door open and watched his uncle sleep before he turned and once again continued his trek downstairs and outside. He made his way through the cluttered living room and into the kitchen, he stared around the room as though he was searching for something, but was unable to find it. With a heavy sigh escaping from his lips he went to the backdoor and tried to open it, though, uncle Bobby had locked it and the locks were too far for him to reach.

Tears slid from his eyes as he went back into the living room and made his way to the front door, he went to try it but gave up he knew deep down that it was locked too. Sliding down the door, he rested with his back against it and slowly drifted back off to sleep.

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'Sammy?' Dean scrubbed at his eyes and stared around their bedroom sleepily, 'Sammy where are ya dude?' When he didn't get an answer, Dean jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, 'Sammy?' He yelled his panic rising as he found the door open and the bathroom empty. 'Sammy where are ya?'

'Dean? What's all the bellowing?' Bobby stumbled from his room, his head still filled with a whiskey haze.

'Sammy … he – he wasn't in … he wasn't in our room.' Dean finally managed to get out in one long breath.

'Calm down boy, he can't have gotten far.' Bobby grumbled, 'let's go and see if he's downstairs.'

'But, but he's got his brace and – and after last night.' Dean whined twisting his hands together as he followed his uncle Bobby downstairs, 'what if … I messed up I was supposed to look out for him…'

'Calm down … Sammy?' Suddenly Bobby was wide awake and free of any hangover as soon as he saw the tiny little figure slumped against the front door.

'Sammy?' Dean echoed him as they reached the toddler at the same time, 'ah Sammy what happened?'

'Sammy?' Bobby gently shook Sammy's shoulder and sat back waiting for the signs of waking, when that didn't happen he picked up the limp form and carried him into the living room, tenderly placing him on the couch. 'Sammy, it's time to wake up kiddo.'

'Daddy?' Sammy whimpered, 'Daddy home?'

Bobby and Dean shared a look before Dean took over trying to wake his baby brother, 'Sammy hey come on dude wakey-wakey.'

'Deanie?' Sammy whispered, 'daddy home now?'

'Nah not yet Sammy, it was just a dream.' Dean said sadly, looking away he didn't realise that Bobby had gone into the kitchen and left the boys alone, 'sorry Sammy.'

'I-I heard him.' Sammy said so quietly that Dean had to strain to hear him, 'daddy called me.'

'Ah Sammy I'm sorry it was just a dream.' Dean blinked hard trying to keep the tears at bay himself, 'he'll be back soon.'

'Boys … I ah got yer daddy on the telephone, Sammy do you want to go first?' Bobby interrupted their discussion waving the phone in front of them.

'Pwease.' Sammy nodded his head and shyly took it from Bobby, 'Daddy?'

'Hey baby boy, how's daddy's little man?'

'When you comin' home daddy?'

'Not sure bud but it'll be soon.'

'You missed me birfday.'

'I know baby but I will have a present for you when I get back.'

'Honest? Pwesent for me?'

'Yep I sure have, listen Sammy daddy doesn't have much time can I say hello to

Dean?'

'Okkies daddy, Sammee wuvs you.'

'Daddy loves you too champ.'

Tearfully Sammy handed the phone to Dean before sitting back against the cushions and waited for his brother and dad to finish talking.

'Hey dad.'

'Hey dude, how's your brother doin?'

'Okay I guess, we went to Chucky Cheese for his birthday last night but the clown there was creepy an' he scared him.'

'Is he alright now?'

'Yeah he is the Doc had to fix a brace back on his leg though dad, his knee got all weaked again.'

'I know son, Bobby told me, I'll be finished in a few days and then I'll be back.'

'That's great dad; did you remember a b'day for someone?'

'Yes son, I actually remembered.' John huffed a small chuckle; his eldest could sound more like an adult than he did sometimes.

'Hurry home dad we miss ya.'

'Miss you too son, can you put Bobby back on please.'

'Sure, bye dad.' Dean reluctantly handed the phone back to Bobby and then squared his shoulders and put a playful mask over his face hiding his true warring emotions. 'Come on Sammy let's get ready for breakfast and then uncle Bobby might let us go play in the yard.'

'They're gone John.' Bobby sighed as he sat down with the phone for a minute, 'Sammy did some sleepwalking last night.'

'He what?'

'We found him this mornin' by the front door, he said that he heard ya, that you were here.'

'Damn I'm sorry Bobby.' John's words silenced Bobby's next piece of news, ready to have a go at John's act of absentee fathering and Sammy calling him daddy; but when he heard the anguish and genuine remorse in four words, he kept quiet.

'We got in under control; he did have a bad reaction to that clown so I'm guessing that's what brought on the sleepwalkin'.'

'I should be home in two days, three the most.' John sounded tired; more than tired he sounded bone weary. 'It's been a helluva hunt this time.'

'John?'

'Nothin, sorry Bobby just tired.' John sighed, 'take care of my boys Bobby.'

'Don't have to tell me, yer big jerk just git back here in one piece.'

'I will, thanks again Bobby.' John said as he hung up.

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'Here we go Sir, is there anything else?' The salesgirl said with an overly bright lilt to her voice, 'your boys will look gorgeous in their new clothes.'

'Yes, yes they will, they've been living with their mother for the last couple of years while I was in the army, now I'm back and am gonna have them stay with me for a while.'

'Oh wow, that's wonderful Sir.' The girl smiled, though she felt a little creeped-out, he looked way too old to be just getting out of the army let alone dad to two small boys.

'I'll just bag these for you.'

'Thanks, oh and could I get some pull-up nappies please? The little one still has accidents.' He smiled at the young woman, 'better throw some boys ones in too just to be on the safe side.'

'Anything else?'

'No, no that's it thanks.'

'There we go cash or credit?'

'Cash,' he pulled out his wallet and waited impatiently for her to add up his purchases.

'That's 134 even Sir.'

'Here's 150 keep the change.' He took the bags and hurried from the shop without looking back at her. The young sales girl shivered uncontrollably and picked up the phone to call down her manager, something didn't feel right about the man.

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Sammy sat quietly nibbling at his Lucky Charms; every so often his hand went down to rub at his sore knee under the brace but remained quiet. Bobby watched the toddler for a while and then glanced over at Dean who also watched Sammy, 'so boys whatcha think we get cleaned up a bit and go outside for a while, too good a day to stay inside.'

'Sounds like a plan uncle Bobby.' Dean beamed and then prodded Sammy with his elbow, 'whatcha think Sammy?'

'Okay.' Sammy sighed and pushed his bowl away, 'thanks uncle Bobby.'

'No probs at all kiddo, come on the dishes can wait till later.' Bobby helped Sammy down from his seat, readjusted the brace and made sure that his sneakers were laced up nice and tight.

'So uncle Bobby which car are we gonna work on?' Dean enthused as he grabbed his jacket and started to push his arm through.

'Ah Dean the other way would be better.' Bobby chuckled at Dean's frustration with the jacket, eliciting a small laugh from Sammy too.
Delighted with the response from his little brother, Dean upped his antics; he made sure that his jacket was not only on back to front but upside down as well. 'New fashion statement or what?'

'Or what is right boy.' Bobby laughed suddenly, he could feel the tension lift from the three of them there and then, and silently thanking Dean for his warped sense of humour and knack for making his baby brother feel better. Actually his knack for cheering everyone up. However, when he glanced down at Dean, and saw something in his face that should never be in one so young: pure and raw emotions. 'So we finally ready?' He asked gruffly, scratching at his ever-present two day growth.

'Yeppers Uncle Bobby.' Dean managed to get his jacket on right without too much effort, 'aren't we Sammy?'

'Uhhuh.' Sammy whispered and clutched Bobby's hand tightly, 'helps pwease?'

'You bet kiddo.' Bobby answered as they ventured outside into the crisp Spring morning air.

'So whatcha wanna do uncle Bobby?' Dean asked his eyes bright with excitement when he saw the classic car already and waiting to be worked on.

'So whatcha think Dean? This is a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS, needs some work doing to it, but I got it cheap at an auction.'

'She's beautiful uncle Bobby.' Dean sighed as he ran his hand over the hood, 'it's yours?'

'Yeah well, m'gonna fix her up and probably sell her, want to help me?'

'For real?'

'For real.'

'But what about Sammy?'

'Already thought about that.' Bobby grinned and pulled out a box of toys, colouring books and crayons. 'Nothin' fancy but it should keep him quiet.'

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He readjusted the zoom on his camera and clicked away taking picture after picture of the two boys and that man. He particularly focused in on the smallest of the two boys, from his cute dimpled face and longish hair, to the brace on his leg, it will help keeping him quiet, the meds can be masked as pain meds.

Then he turned his camera to the other boy, eagerly working with the man on that car, his face alive with fascination and awe, although he did notice the way that the older one kept a close eye on Sammy, the baby, his baby.

He readjusted his jeans as they tightened around his crotch, swallowing deeply he forced himself to put the camera down and to pull away before someone started to ask questions or call the police on him for loitering.

Humming along with the song coming through the tinny-sounding speakers he drove to the farmhouse, he was so lucky to find it, the sale quick and quiet, he literally bought the farm up for a 'steal', far beneath the appropriate price, the previous owners were in debt to the bank and it was a quick sale.

After unpacking his purchases, he made himself some lunch and then set about fixing up the boys' bedroom. He had painted it blue with white trim, bought matching beds and furniture, perfect for his boys. Lovingly he hung the new clothes in the wardrobe, lined the shoes in neat rows below them and then he turned to the chest of drawers, giving each boy his own drawer. In the older ones the boxer-briefs and white singlets, the younger one, Sammy, had the pull-up nappies, boxers with dinosaurs on them and the same white singlets as his brothers'. The next drawer housed their t-shirts and other assorted clothing.

Then he went to get the last pieces of the scene, to make it perfect, two canvases one with a clown's face painted on it, bright, ugly and gaudy and hung it above Sammy's bed and then above the other he hung a painting of an airplane.

Satisfied with his work he went back to the kitchen, got a beer and sat down at the computer to download his pictures.

It was now only a matter of a day and his family will be complete.

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John winced as Josh pulled the last stitch closed and took another slug of whiskey to ease the pain a little. 'Man Johnny it sure did a number on you.'

'Yeah, yeah you finished yet?'

'Geeze the model patient or what?' Josh quipped as he washed and dried his hands before applying the salve and bandages, 'yeah you'll live.'

'Thanks man, I mean it.' John said with a sheepish grin, 'I nearly bought it out there tonight.'

'Nice to see that ya admit it, ya not indestructible.'

'Well not quite!' John said as he lifted the bottle to his lips, 'okay tonight we salt and burn the bastard and then get home to the boys.'

'We should have done it earlier; I know you don't have to tell me.'

'Dude I didn't say a thing.'

'Right, it's just so easy to read you.' Josh grabbed the whiskey from his friend and held it up in a mock salute, 'here's to another dead monster.'

'Yep that's for sure.' John nodded his head, suddenly feeling very tired, 'dude whatcha do to me?'

'You need sleep Johnny, just a simple sleeping tablet to help ya rest.'

'Ah shit what … am allergic.' John wheezed as his chest started to tighten and feel like it was constricting him.

'What? No, no don't tell me you're allergic to the meds?'

John gasped and nodded his head frantically as his face and throat started to swell shut. Frantically Josh bundled John into the impala and sped to the hospital not bothering to wait for an ambulance; he kept glancing over and checking John's vital signs, they were starting to fade. 'Hang in there dude, hang in there for yer boys.'

TBC