Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or our beloved boys, I just like to play with what Kripke has created. I also don't own Fraggle Rock, Disney or Superman. Elle however, is mine.

Here's part two! It's a flashback that Elle has…hope you like it! Reviews would be awesome!

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Elle could see one instance of the creepers academy replaying in her head. It was about five in the afternoon, and Dad was on his way out to hunt a werewolf that had decided to make Baltimore its home. Elle had been sitting on the couch, under her Superman blanket that she had 'stolen' from Dean, watching Fraggle Rock with Sam; she at the tender age of seven, Sam about eleven. Dean, fifteen, was standing by the tiny kitchen table in their motel, listening to his father give him instructions.

"Now Dean, there's mac and cheese for dinner; no sweets for your sister before that either please." Dad had started.

"Yes sir."

"Now, I don't care when you get to this, as long as you get it done." Dad handed Dean his journal, in which he had bookmarked a few pages. "You guys will study werewolves while I'm gone; how to spot them, what can kill them, etc. I'll be quizzing you all when I get back."

Dean nodded. "Yes sir."

"I'll be back in the morning; if I'll be later I'll call. Don't answer the phone unless you know who it is, don't answer the door period. Understood?"

Elle remembered how she had glanced at her brother. How she thought it was redundant of her father to tell Dean this every time he left. She noticed how Dean sighed a bit when he said it. Elle went back to her TV show, poking Sam with her foot as she did so. Sam poked her with a finger in the leg without even looking away from the TV.

"Yes sir." He said quietly. Dean silently wished that he could be going on this hunt too. He was getting to old to be the babysitter. Granted, Ellie was pretty adorable; and it was obvious how she looked up to him. And Sammy was alright; but he asked too many questions. Dean just wanted a chance to kill one of the things that he had been taught so much about. He just wondered when Dad would let him come with.

Dad now moved on to Sam and Elle, standing next to the TV.

"Now, you two listen to your brother you hear!" he said sternly.

Dean winced slightly. 'Why does he have to be so harsh with them for God's sake? Elle's only seven damn it; no wonder why she's attached herself to Sammy and I. We're the only ones who show her any compassion.'

He watched as Elle and Sam looked at him.

"Yes sir." They both said in unison.

"Will you be gone long Daddy?" Elle had asked him.

"I'll be back in the morning Lennie." Dad responded harshly.

She had nodded quickly and gone back to Fraggle.

Dean swore in his head as he saw the way Elle's shoulders dropped slightly after Dad responded to her. 'I'll have to make it up to her somehow tonight.'

"Now Sammy, if your brother needs help with anything you help him understand? And…"

Sam had cut in at this point. "Keep Ellie entertained. Yea, yea, I know Dad."

"Don't be smart with me boy! You just do as you're told!" Dad had said sternly.

'And be a good little soldier.' Sam had thought to himself, and he felt Elle look at him out of the corner of her eye. He had squeezed her ankle to comfort her.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." He had replied, not wanting to get punished.

But Dad was already walking to the door. "I'll be back." He said as he left.

Dean sighed as the door closed. "Hey Sammy? Can you help me get dinner ready?"

Sam had nodded and gotten up, tucking the blanket around Elle as he left the couch.

"Do we have anything else besides mac and cheese Dean?"

Dean smirked. "I figured you'd be asking that question. Yea, we're having pizza and…" he paused as he looked in the fridge. "…salad."

Sam nodded. "I'll get the salad and the table ready."

"That's right you will!" Dean said, his snarky attitude had already appeared.

A short time later dinner was ready, and Sam walked over to the couch. Fraggle Rock was over, and some other Disney show was on.

"It's dinner time Ellie." He said, taking the blanket off of her.

She had looked up at him, nodded, and smiled, reaching up to him.
"Piggy back ride!"

Sam complied, and they both made it to the table, where Dean was already sitting, stuffing his face.

"Did Daddy give us homework today?" Elle asked Dean.

He nodded, swallowing. "Yupp. And you know what that means, don't you Elles?"

Sam smiled; the creepers academy had been his idea, to keep his little sister entertained. Not only that, but it made the dark subject that their father made them study a little lighter; more child friendly.

She nodded, clapping her hands and giggling. "CREEPERS! CREEPERS!"

Dean shook his head as Sam laughed.

"It's like her own personal brand of crack or something Sammy." He said to his brother quietly, so Elle wouldn't hear him over the TV.

"Leave her alone Dean. It keeps her happy; and I really think that it doesn't make her as scared as simply reading the info to her does." Sam had responded. "And considering we're the ones who have to deal with her nightmares, you should be happy about that."

Dean had grunted in response, knowing that his younger brother was right.

After they had eaten dinner and cleaned up, they cleared an area so it was free of furniture. As always, Dean took his prized spot perched on top of the couch, journal in hand. Besides being the narrator in the beginning, he was always the hunter at the end, the one who got to kill the big nasty creature…a.k.a. his younger brother. Elle grabbed her blanket off the couch and put it around her shoulders, sitting on the floor. She had the best seat in the whole house — as far as she was concerned — and she got to see her two favorite people in the whole wide world entertain her. Elle didn't realize until she was older that she was actually being taught things that were important — or at least — important in her family. And that this would be one of the happiest memories she would have of her two brothers together. Sam walked over to the side, winking to Elle as he stood there, waiting for his instructions on what to act out.

Dean cleared his throat. "In tonight's addition of Creepers Academy, we'll be discussing werewolves. Now werewolves are pretty interesting. They look like regular people during the day, just like you and me"

Sam took this time to walk up and down the space like a human: brushing his hair, eating with a utensil, and reading a book.

"But, during the full moon, they turn into a vicious, killing machine."

Dean held up a makeshift full moon that was drawn on a piece of loose leaf.

'It's not even circular for Christ's sake.' He thought to himself.

Elle wrapped herself into an even tighter ball, knowing what was going to come next.

Sam started making terrible faces; he dropped to the floor, writhing about. He pulled at his clothes, his hair; making himself look as disheveled as possible. When he stood up, he was a werewolf; fingers in the shape of claws, teeth bared, growling.

Elle squealed.

Dean suppressed a snort. "Werewolves crave human blood; and they love nothing more than a good hunt. Typically, male werewolves will hunt females, and female werewolves males. They'll normally choose a victim that's alone, and unsuspecting."

Sam started to creep around the motel, looking for a victim.

Elle hid herself under the blanket.

Dean glanced at Sam, mouthing 'Don't overdue it.' Sam nodded.

"When they find they're victim…"

Elle peeked through the blanket, to make sure she wasn't the victim.

Sam paused over the bed, where Elle's favorite stuffed animal, a bunny, was.

"They tackle them, and eat them, ripping out their heart in the process."

Sam tackled the bunny with a growl, attacking with his 'claws,' eating imaginary pieces of bunny. He completed his act with one final scoop, and plopped the heart into his mouth.

Elle gasped in shock. Dean could hear a muffled, "Bunny!" coming from underneath the blankets.

Dean smiled; his favorite part was coming up.

"Now, there are only a few ways to kill a werewolf." He said, standing up. He started to follow Sam, who was slouching around the motel in an evil manner, claws out, growls and all.

"Decapitation and a silver bullet to the heart. Cutting off something's head is just too messy for the Amazing Dean, the Killing Machine. He prefers the bullet." Dean said, making a gun with his fingers.

He caught up with Sam, and tapped him on the shoulder.

'God, we have to look ridiculous.' Dean thought to himself.

Sam whipped around, growling ferociously, claws and teeth bared.

He made a swipe at Dean, and Dean jumped back.

"Now, it's important to remember that even though the claws can do some pretty nice damage, it's the teeth you have to be worried about. If you get bit by a werewolf, you turn into one; and there's no cure for lycanthropy." Dean said loudly, to be heard over Sam's obnoxious growling.

He could hear Elle giggle as he put his hands up to his head and waved them around, sticking out his tongue.

"Come and get me you big scary werewolf!" he cried.

Sam's attacks became more violent looking; but he still didn't lay a finger on him.

"Get him Dean! Get him Dean!" Elle cried, hopping up and down on the floor.

"ROAARR!" Sam roared as he lunged at Dean.

Dean took aim with his imaginary gun and…

"BANG!" he shot werewolf Sammy right in the heart.

Sam clutched his chest, stumbling around, until he finally hit the floor. The minute he hit the floor he did a few convincing death throws, until he lie completely still.

Dean stood over the body, doing a Hercules pose.

"And as always, the mighty Dean prevails against the evils of the night. So concludes tonight's Creepers Academy."

Dean bowed, and he could feel Elle's wide eyes on him, going from him to the still dead Sam on the floor.

She was standing up in a heartbeat, and pushed Dean aside as she knelt beside Sam.

"DEAN!! You killed Sammy!" she yelped, shaking Sam.

Dean stood behind her, smiling as he looked down on the scene before him.

"No I didn't Ellie. He's just pretending." He said lovingly.

"You're a liar! He's not moving! SAM! SAM!" she said over and over again.

Elle went from shaking him to putting a tiny hand on Sam's cheek.

"Sammy…wake up." She said, her lip quivering.

Dean cleared his throat. "Alright Sam. That's enough." He said quietly. There was nothing he hated more in the world than to see his little sister cry.

Sam popped his eyes open and sat up and grabbed his sister in one move. He kissed the top of her head as he said, "It's alright Elles, mean 'ol Dean didn't kill me."

Her arms latched around his neck. "Good. Or else….I would have had to kill Dean!" she said obstinately.

Dean cracked up. Just the thought of his little seven year old sister trying to take him down was plain hilarious.

Sam smiled as he gently squeezed her to him. "I'm sure you would have been able to kill him Ellie."

Dean saw Sam whisper something into Elle's ear.

'What is he up to… ?'

In a flash Sam and Elle had tackled him, and they tickled him — quite literally — to death.

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TBC