A Hiccup in Time Ch. 3
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
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Previously: An hour later found John putting his truck into storage so that he could ride with his boys on the way out to Bobby's place. "Toss me the keys Dean, I'm driving" John said as he opened the door for Dean to climb out, it was going to feel good driving the old girl again.
"What do you mean toss you the keys?" Dean asked incredulously with his mouth agape. "This is my baby now, why can't you ride shotgun?"
"Because I'm your father that's why, now do as I say." John stated bluntly as he stood beside the driver's door holding his hand out and waiting for the key. For a moment he thought Dean was going to disobey him but then watched as his son climb out angrily before dropping the keys in his hand.
"This is bullshit dad and you know it." Dean grumbled as he walked around to the other side of the car unhappy with being relegated to passenger status instead of driver.
John rolled his eyes at his oldest child's attitude and was about to get in the car himself when he glanced in the back to see that Sammy had climbed out of his carseat and was sitting on his knees while looking out the other window. "Oh shit, here we go again" he thought as remembered the fight he had with Sammy at Walmart while trying to get him into the damned thing.
He had pulled the carseat out of the cardboard box and placed it into the backseat and reached down to pick Sammy up when his youngest had started screaming bloody murder saying that he wasn't a damned baby and wasn't going to ride in the stupid thing. He had ignored Sammy's protests and picked him up with his youngest hitting and kicking at him with his little hands and feet. It had taken him over five minutes to get Sammy to sit still long enough for him to get him buckled into the damned thing.
"Sammy, what the hell are you doing out of your carseat? You know we can't take any chances with you being unrestrained in the protective safety device as far as the police are concerned." John informed his youngest.
"I don't care, I hate the damned thing and I'm not riding in it. It hurts my shoulders to have those straps coming over them and how the hell do you think it feels to have that lower part rubbing against my groin?" Sam whined determined not to sit in the seat again whether his father liked it or not.
"You should have said something about that earlier tiger. I'll loosen these straps a little and maybe it won't be so uncomfortable for you then." John said as he fiddled with the back part of the carseat. "Okay kiddo, that should do it. Now get your ass over here so I can strap you in." John stated as he reached over for his youngest.
"Are you deaf dad? I said I'm not riding in it." Sam yelled as he tried to push the other door open to escape from his dad's reaching hands.
"Oh no you don't." John intoned as he grasped a hand around Sammy's arm just as he had managed to push the door open. He climbed further into the car and picked his squirming child up and plopped him back into his safety seat and fastened him in."
"Now stay there" John ordered as he pointed a warning finger at Sammy. He quickly closed the door and then climbed behind the wheel of the Impala, ready to hit the road. He wanted to get to Bobby's place as quickly as possible. He knew that it would take them a few days to get there since they would have to go halfway across the country. He just prayed that it wouldn't be the ride from hell with the way his boys were acting.
He had no sooner pulled out onto the highway when he felt a sharp kick near his kidney area coming from the back. Glancing in the rearview mirror at his youngest he growled "Stop kicking the seat Sammy."
"I can't help it dad, this damned part that comes up between my legs is irritating me" he said as he wiggled around causing him to kick the back of the driver's seat once again. John blew out a deep breathe realizing just how long the next few days were going to be for him.
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After a couple of hours of driving and a what felt like a bruised kidney later, John stopped to fill the gas tank of the car and get his boys something to snack on. He didn't want to stop for a motel and dinner until they had at least made it to the Arkansas state line. Walking into the store, he noticed the candy display and picked up a bag of peanut M&M's for Dean and a small bag of Skittles for Sammy. Before walking over to pay for his purchases he grabbed a couple of soft drinks also. Returning to the car, he tossed each son their bag of candy hoping that it would keep them occupied for at least he little while. He popped the top on the Pepsi he had bought for himself and then started the engine before pulling out onto the road after looking both ways.
They had only been on the road for about thirty minutes when he felt a small piece of candy hit him in the back of the neck. He tried to ignore it and keep his eyes focused on the road knowing that Sammy was trying to irritate him on purpose. Within the next five minutes, he felt it as three more pieces came sailing his way. "Damn it Sam, you're supposed to eat the Skittles not throw them. Now quit acting like a damned baby."
Dean snorted in laughter after hearing his father's words. "Have you taken a look at him lately dad, he is a baby."
"I am not a baby you stupid jerk" Sam grumbled as he threw a handful of the candy at Dean's head. "I'll make you pay for that later."
"You and what army Tiny Tim?" Dean questioned as he snickered aloud. "You couldn't hurt a flea right now BABY brother" Dean informed Sam as he stressed the word baby.
"Would you two just shut the hell up, you're giving me a headache" John grumbled as he glared at his sons. " And Dean stop picking on your brother. It's not his fault he is in this predicament right now. We should have listened to what he had to say before the hunt." Dean's mouth gaped open at his father's admittance. He couldn't believe that his dad had just actually admitted to being wrong.
"Yeah Dean, leave me 'lone" Sammy stated in his sweet little toddler voice as he stuck his tongue out at his big brother, happy that his dad has taken his side for once.
"That'll be enough out of you too Sammy." John said before Sammy could pull Dean into another argument.
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After an exhausting four hour ride of listening to his boys argue and then Sammy's incessant explaining of why they made Skittles all the colors of the rainbow, John finally pulled into a Days Inn motel ready to order a couple of Pizza's for the night and hit the hay. After getting a room, he drove the car down to the end of the building and parked in font of room 129. "Dean, you get our things and I'll get Sammy" John stated as he pushed himself out of the car and stretched the aches out of his body. He pulled open the back door, reached in to unbuckle Sammy and lifted him out of the car and held him on his right hip. He carried his youngest over to the door and swiped the key card. He waited for the little red light to turn green and then pushed the door open before putting his youngest down on the carpeted floor.
Once they were settled in, John picked up the phone and called in an order for two large pizzas from the local pizzaria, one with just plain cheese and the other with sausage and pepperoni. Plopping down on the bed in exhaustion after making the call, he prayed for a peaceful night where he could relax and get his thoughts together. Those hopes were soon dashed however as he saw the small form of Sammy hurtling towards his brother and tackling him at the knee level.
Dean had just unpacked his things and was carrying his clothing into the bathroom to take a shower when he felt something smack into his knees causing him to fall to the floor. "What the hell?" he grumbled as he rolled over onto his back only to feel Sammy climb on top of him and start beating on him with his small fists. He raised his arms to shield himself from the soft blows that Sammy was landing. He felt a few blows to his chest and stomach and began to laugh at the absurdity of Sammy thinking he could actually hurt him as tiny as he now was.
"Take it back Dean, I am not a baby and I'm going to make you eat those words bitch" Sam grumbled as he kept swinging his little fists hitting Dean anywhere that he could incensed at the way Dean was laughing at him. Sitting atop Dean's chest, he glared at his big brother and then reached out to punch him in the face. His little fist wasn't able to connect however as he felt large hands lift him up and put him on the bed.
"That's enough Sammy, you know better than to fight with your brother." John stated as he knelt down in front of his baby boy. "I know you're frustrated right now son, but I promise you, we'll figure out a way to get you back to your normal self. Just be patient and cut us some slack for a little while okay tiger?"
"It's his fault, he started it and I'm going to finish it" Sam said as he glared at his big brother and launched himself off the bed only to be swiftly picked up once again.
"Hold it right there tiger, you need to calm down before you accidentally hurt yourself. I know you tired of Dean's snide comments and I'll make sure he knocks it of for a little while. Have we got a deal?" John questioned as he placed Sammy on the bed once again.
"Kay dad" Sam agreed while tugging at his right ear willing to call a truce for a little while as long as Dean behaved himself too. Suddenly feeling exhausted from the fight with Dean, he crawled up to the head of the bed and lay down to rest on his right side. As he closed his eyes, he felt his dad lay his jacket over him and ruffle his hair. "I'll wake you when the pizza arrives kiddo."
"Sammy okay?" Dean questioned in concern as he watched how quickly his younger brother faded off to sleep.
"Yeah, I think he's just exhausted from everything that's happened to him today." John answered as he sat on the bed by his youngest watching him sleep. "I think you need to ease up on him some Dean, he's having a hard time dealing with things right now."
"I know dad and I swear I'll try, but it's just too tempting with him being so damned cute and such a small fry size."
"Yeah, I forgot just how sweet and innocent he was as a toddler. I wish he had never had to lose that innocence." John said wistfully. "You know Dean, we're going to have to be more careful with him now since he's just too damned vulnerable in this form."
"Nothing's gonna get close enough to hurt him while I'm around dad." Dean said with conviction as he glanced over towards his sleeping brother. "Just let anything try to get within one hundred feet of Sammy and it will wish it had never been born."
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Twenty minutes later, the pizza arrived and John decided to let his youngest sleep since he just didn't have the heart to wake the softly snoring toddler. Knowing that Sammy would be hungry once he woke, John placed a few pieces of the plain cheese pizza in the microwave knowing that Sammy preferred it over the pepperoni and sausage style pizza. Sitting at the small table, he and Dean ate in relative silence as they kept a watch over their youngest.
After finishing dinner, John went out to get the weapons bag from the Impala so he and Dean could take care of cleaning the weapons and checking their arsenal to see what supplies they would need to buy once they got to Bobby's. They were in the middle of checking over the different types of bullets when they heard a slight whimpering sound coming from Sammy's bed.
"I'll go check on him, he's probably having a nightmare" Dean said as he stood up and placed the silver tipped bullets in his hand on the table. He walked over to the bed and kneeled down beside it as he reached out a hand to run his fingers through Sammy's hair. He became concerned as he saw the bright pink splotches on Sammy's cheek and gently placed a palm on his little forehead. "Son of a bitch dad, he's burning up" Dean announced as he picked Sammy up and cradled him in his arms.
TBC