A Hiccup in Time Ch. 6
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
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Previously: "Yeah dude, anything you want." Dean replied as he started walking towards the girls with a huge smile on his face knowing the chances of him getting some tonight would be pretty high.
"You've got a deal" Sam replied as he inwardly laughed about how Dean would hate listening to his so called girly music for a month as he drove the Impala while Dean rode shotgun—of course that would be after he returned to normal size. And he would still make Dean pay him the fifty dollars, plus do the laundry for a month.
"Fantastic, just follow my lead dude." Dean said as he strode towards the three girls waiting near the entrance of the restaurant. As Dean eyed each girl, he was fascinated by the different features each girl had that accentuated her beauty. One was approximately five foot six with black hair that cascaded about half way down her back. She had piercing brown eyes, high cheekbones and a beautiful tan. The girl standing beside her was about the same height but she had shoulder length auburn hair with hazel eyes and luscious lips. And the third, she was a bit shorter at five foot two with curly blonde hair and an all American girl appearance. All three of the girls were wearing tight, low riding denim jeans with halter tops that highlighted their female curves.
"Hey there ladies, it's a beautiful night made even more so by elegance that you ladies are radiating with tonight" Dean touted with an award winning smile. "By the way, I'm Dean and this is my baby bother Sammy."
"Aw, he is so adorable." Julie, the black haired girl said as she reached out to tickle Sammy under the chin while introducing herself and the others. "My name is Julie and the one with the auburn hair is Shannon and the blonde is Alicia. Ya know, I've got to say that not many men like you would be willing to spend time with a brother who is so young.
"Well then that's their loss" Dean stated as he carded his fingers through Sammy's brown locks. "But then I bet they don't have a baby brother as wonderful as this little guy here, isn't that right Sammy?"
"Uh huh" Sammy nodded as he threw his arms around Dean's neck and gave him a hug before laying his head on Dean's shoulder and placing a thumb in his mouth playing his part to perfection.
"Oh my gosh, how sweet." Shannon cooed as she watched Sammy hug Dean. "It's obvious that your baby brother has raised him with a lot of love and affection. Most guys I date would have literally cringed just then."
"Yeah, well we try to make sure Sammy gets everything he needs don't we tiger?" Dean stated.
Sammy nodded his head yes and then looked up at Dean with his expressive blue-green eyes. "Deanie, I's hungwy. Can we go eat now?"
"Sure kiddo. I hope I can see you ladies again before we leave town" Dean stated as he rubbed his hands up and down Sammy's back and prepared to take him inside.
"Uh wait a second Dean, here's my number." Julie said as she pulled out a pen and small piece of paper. "If you have some free time later tonight, why don't you give me a call. Maybe we can go out for a drink or something."
"Sure I'd be happy to" Dean replied with a big grin. "As soon as I make sure Sammy is settled for the night, I'll call you."
Sammy looked at Julie and then at Dean. "Deanie, does that mean you gonna do the nasty tonight wif da girl?" he asked with a look of pure innocence in his eyes.
"SAMMY!" Dean's face flashed a bright crimson red upon hearing Sammy's question. He was so going to make Sammy pay for that little remark later. He could see the surprised look on the girls faces and figured that Sammy had just ruined things for him, but to his amazement, the girls started giggling.
"Oh my God that was too cute." Alicia stated as she giggled even louder at the stunned look on Dean's face. "You've just got to love the innocence toddlers." Knowing that little Sammy was hungry, the girls said their goodbyes and then entered the restaurant and chose a table not too far from where John was sitting so they could ogle Dean.
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Later that evening, Dean prepared for his date with Julie after having phoned her to ask if she'd like to go to a movie or out for a drink. He didn't care what they did, he just wanted to have a little fun and enjoy himself. And if it led to sex, well then he wasn't one to turn down a beautiful lady. After combing his hair and applying some aftershave, he put on his jacket and turned up the collar. "You're looking mighty fine dude" he said to the mirror image of himself with a wink. Walking out of the bathroom, he looked over to see his dad reading in his journal while Sammy watched television. He hoped the two would be able to get along tonight while he was gone.
"Dean, try not to stay out all night. I want to get an early start to Bobby's place in the morning. With any luck, we should be there by noon." John said without even glancing up from his newspaper.
"Yes Sir, I'll do my best" Dean promised with a smirk knowing it could be daybreak by the time he got back to the motel. As he opened the door to exit the room, he turned around and said "And you two try not to fight while I'm gone."
"Get out of here jerk" Sammy replied with a roll of his eyes. It wasn't like him and his dad fought all the time, just most of the time. He watched Dean walk out the door and then settled in to watch the rest of Friday the 13th since the movie always gave him a good laugh. Once the movie was over, Sammy looked over to see his dad still reading the paper. "Hey dad, can we go out and do something? I'm kind of bored."
"Sorry kiddo, it's getting late. I don't want people giving me questioning looks for having you out after eleven at night." John replied with a slight frown. "The last thing we need is CPS getting involved with the situation."
"S'okay" muttered Sammy as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. Looking at his extremely small stature and the bed, a deliciously wicked thought came to mind. He decided to actually act like the three year old he looked to be and started jumping on the bed.
'Sammy, what in the hell do you think you are doing?" John asked with an incredulous look on his face. "You are twenty two years old son in case you have forgotten."
"No sir, I haven't forgotten. But how many times am I going to have a chance like this?" Sam replied with a wicked grin as his jumps got higher. If he had been his normal six foot five, he wouldn't have even been able to stand up straight let alone jump on the bed.
"Son, I am trying to find some information on getting you back to normal and you're distracting me with what you're doing. I'm afraid you're going to fall off and get hurt with how close you are jumping on the edge o please stop jumping."
"I'll be careful dad, besides there's nothing else to do." Sam replied as he reached up with his hands to see if he could touch the ceiling with his next jump.
"Sammy it's just too dangerous with the size you are now. I don't want you to....Shit" John yelled as he jumped out of his chair in a panic after watching Sammy tumble off the bed with his head striking the edge of the dresser on the way down. He kneeled beside his now unconscious toddler sized son and started assessing his injuries right away. He checked to make sure that Sammy had a pulse and was breathing properly and then he felt along his arms, legs, and ribs to make sure he hadn't broken any bones in the fall. As he scanned his baby boy from head to toe, he noticed that Sammy had a small gash on the side of his head that had hit the dresser and was now streaming blood.
Taking his penlight out of his pocket, he used his fingers to gently pry Sammy's eyelids open and shined the light into his eyes. He immediately noticed that his pupils were sluggish and unequal in size. "Definite concussion" he muttered worriedly as he softly patted Sammy on the cheek.
"Sammy, can you hear me son?" he questioned anxiously.
"Sammy, I need you to wake up for me kiddo" he encouraged as he saw the slight movement of Sammy's eyes. He cupped Sammy's cheek in his hand and smiled as his youngest finally opened his eyes just a fraction.
"Hey kiddo, how ya feeling?" John questioned as he tenderly picked Sammy up and lay him in the bed.
"My head hurts. What happened?" Sam questioned as he raised his hand towards his head.
"You fell of the bed and hit your head tiger." John answered as he captured Sammy's small hand in his to keep him from touching the wounded area. "I'm just going to go into the bathroom and get the first aid kit so I can clean you up kiddo. Just lay still and don't move."
John returned from the bathroom a few minutes later carrying the first aid kit, a towel and wet washcloth. He tentatively cleaned out the gash with soap and water and then liberally applied peroxide over it to keep it from getting affected while making sure to shield Sammy's eyes from the solution. While he was applying first aid, he decided to question Sammy to check for his mental status. Concussions had a tendency to leave people quite disoriented.
"Hey kiddo, what's your name?"
"Aw come on dad, can't we just skip this" Sam said as he winced from the pounding that was occurring in his head.
"Answer the question son" John retorted.
"My name is Sam Winchester. I am twenty two years old even though I might not look like it right now. I was born on May 2nd, 1983 in Lawrence Kansas and I have an awesome big brother named Dean who drives me crazy sometimes." Sam answered as he snuggled down into the bed desperately wanting to rest.
"Okay smartass" John replied as he carefully mussed Sammy's hair. "Just get some rest kiddo. I'll wake you every few hours for the usual questions." John informed his son as he snuggled down into the bed beside Sammy. He needed to be able to tell if there was a change in his breathing as he rested.
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Later that night as Dean quietly let himself into the room at three in the morning, he was surprised to see his dad and Sammy curled up in the same bed together. "Now isn't that just one hell of a sight" he whispered at the sight that met his eyes. His dad had Sammy held snug to his side while his hand rested on Sammy's chest. He smirked as he thought about how much ammunition that one little scene would give him against Sammy for months to come. He pulled out his cell phone and was about to snap a picture when he heard his dad's voice growl at him in a hushed whisper.
"Don't even think about it Dean. Sammy's been hurt and I won't let you use this against him."
"Wh-what? What do you mean Sammy's been hurt?" Dean questioned fearfully as all thoughts of torturing his little brother fled his mind.
"He fell of the bed and hit his head on the dresser. He's got a slight concussion but thankfully he didn't break any bones." John replied in answer to Dean's question.
"Damn it, I should have been here." Dean replied guiltily thinking he should have stayed at the motel watching out for his little brother's safety instead of going out for a night on the town.
"There was nothing more you could have done for him than what I did. Give yourself a break Ace. You can't protect him from everything." John said after hearing the guilt in Dean's voice.
"No but I could have been here for him instead of out getting la…well, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Just get some sleep son. I'm going to need you to keep a close on Sammy tomorrow as we make our way to Bobby's." John replied as he closed his eyes to get what little rest he could before waking Sammy up again in forty five minutes for the usual questions.
TBC