A Hiccup in Time Ch. 7
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
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Previously: "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.
Sam woke up the next morning to find himself lying in the same bed as his dad with his father's hand resting on his chest. "Oh crap" he thought immediately. "If Dean sees this I will never hear the end of it." He started to sit up but immediately regretted it as his head began to pound causing him to groan aloud.
"Sammy, you okay kiddo?" John questioned as he opened weary eyes to look at his youngest in concern.
"Yeah, I guess, except for the fact that my head is hurting like a bitch right now." Sam answered as he reached a hand up to his aching head and felt the gauze pad that was taped to his forehead. "What happened?" he questioned since his memory of the previous night was a little bit fuzzy.
"Just like the five little monkeys that jumped on the bed, you fell off and bumped your head." John replied sincerely without even cracking a smile.
Dean on the other hand snorted rather loudly from his own bed after hearing his father's remarks. He had been awakened as soon as he heard his dad question Sammy about whether or not he was feeling okay. "I can't believe you just said those words and with a serious face no less." Dean said to his dad as he burst out laughing. "But hey, I guess he does kind of look like a monkey with that shaggy hair of his and those tiny little arms and legs. All he needs now is a tail."
"Shut up dude." Sammy groaned as his face blushed a crimson red. No doubt about it now, Dean had enough ammunition on him now to last for years with seeing him snuggled up in bed with their dad. If only he could find a small hole right now, he would gladly dig himself in and never come out then maybe things would be good once again. Feeling a need to get out of the room quick, he decided a trip to the bathroom would be a fantastic idea. He slowly pushed himself up out of the bed and immediately began to sway upon tanding.
"Whoa, take it easy tiger." John stated as he placed a hand on Sammy's shoulder to steady him. "You took a pretty hard blow to the head, you're most likely going to have some balance problems for a day or two."
John helped Sammy into the bathroom and then walked away to give him the privacy to take care of business though he left the door slightly open just in case. He didn't want to have to kick the door in and pay for damages if Sammy happened to pas out on them.
After Sammy finished in the restroom, John insisted he get back in the bed to rest while he and Dean got everything packed up and ready to load the Impala. Sammy started to resist and then thought better of it. If he played his cards right, he could milk his injury for all it was worth.
Once John scanned the room and made sure nothing was being left behind, he picked up his and Sammy's duffle bags in one hand and hoisted Sammy up onto his hip with the other hand.
"Dad stop, I can walk." Sammy complained as he tried to get his father to put him back down without any success.
"I know you can kiddo, but I'm not taking any chances with you losing your balance and falling on the pavement outside so just shut your trap." John replied as Dean opened the door and all three Winchesters exited the room.
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After placing what little belongings they owned in the trunk, John opened the back door of the Impala and began strapping Sammy into his carseat. Feeling a little exhausted from having spent most of the night checking on Sammy to make sure he didn't slip into a coma, he turned to his oldest and said "Dean, why don't you drive for a while. I'm kind of tired from last night and I really need to get some sleep."
"FANTASTIC!" Dean shouted as John tossed him the keys. He couldn't wait to get behind the wheel of his baby again. He climbed into the driver's seat and rummaged through the cassette tapes until he found his favorite one by Metallica. He turned the key in the ignition and started the engine as his dad walked around and climbed into the shotgun position. Loading the cassette, he smiled in contentment as Fade to Black immediately started playing. This was going to be an awesome ride since he was back in control once again. His feelings soon changed however as Sammy called out from the back.
"Dean, I don't like that music, it's making my head hurt worse. Can't you play something else?" Sammy inquired with a little bit of whine to his voice.
"You know what dad always says small fry. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his pie hole!" Dean replied with a smirk.
"Not this time Ace" John replied as he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. "You're brother isn't feeling well and he already has a headache."
"But dad, that's not..."
"No but's Dean." John retorted stopping Dean in mid complaint. Turning to focus on Sammy he asked "What do you feel like listening to kiddo?"
"How about some easy rock or something like that." Sam replied with a devilish smile. Things were definitely going his way.
John turned the dial on the radio station until he herd the melodious sounds of Lost in Love by Air Supply coming over the speakers. "This one okay tiger?"
"Yeah dad, thanks" Sammy replied as he leaned back in his carseat to relax. He saw Dean giving him the evil eye through the rearview mirror and quickly stuck his tongue out him in victory.
"You're gonna pay for that Sammy" Dean threatened under his breath knowing that Sammy was playing his injury to get his way.
"Dean, don't threaten your brother" John stated as he rolled his head toward the window. His boys could really be exasperating sometimes.
"Then tell him to quit acting like a spoiled brat" Dean replied tersely.
"Sammy behave yourself and Dean--stop acting like a three year old." John ordered to let his boys know he had had enough of their shenanigans. He was beginning to wonder what in the world had possessed him to leave his truck behind to ride with the boys.
"Yes Sir" he heard both of his boys answer contritely. Maybe now he could finally get some sleep.
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John awoke from his much needed sleep as he heard the sounds of gravel crunching under the Impala tires. He opened his eyes just in time to see the Singer Salvage sign hanging over the entrance of Bobby's driveway. He raised his arms and arched his back as he emitted a large yawn. He turned around and glanced at Sammy to see his youngest lightly snoozing with drool leaking from the side of his mouth. He reached into the back and gently shook his youngest by the shoulder. "Time to get up kiddo, we're at Bobby's place." John said as he watched Sammy sit up straight and rub his fists in his eyes.
"Kay" Sam replied as he scrubbed a hand across his face and grimaced when it came away wet. He started fumbling with the buckle trying to get it open with his tiny uncooperative fingers when Dean opened the door to the Impala and undid it for him. He smiled his thanks as Dean lifted him out of the carseat and placed him on the ground. "Well, let's get this over with." Sammy stated as started walking forward wondering what Bobby's reaction would be. They had just started up the stairs of the front porch when the front door was opened.
"Well I'll be damned, if it isn't…" Bobby was suddenly struck speechless as his eyes landed on the smiling toddler standing between John and Dean. The kid stood just a touch over two feet tall and had curly brown locks. But the thing that aught Bobby's attention the most was the soulful blue green puppy dogs eyes that were intently gazing up at him. There was only one person in the world with those easily recognizable eyes and that was Sam Winchester.
"Holy Mother of God" Bobby whispered in a state of total disbelief. "What have you idjits gone and done this time?"
"Well, you see, it's kind of hard to explain" Dean stuttered as he nervously fiddled with the Impala keys that were still in his hands.
"Hard to explain my ass" Sammy harrumphed as he placed his tiny fists on his hips. "These two knuckleheads wouldn't freaking listen to me when I told them that something wasn't right with our last hunt and now I'm stuck looking like a three year old."
"Watch your language boy." Bobby grumbled not used to hearing such language coming from the mouth of one so small. He knew Sammy was twenty two years old but his mind just wouldn't apply that fact to the toddler standing before him. He pulled off his ball cap and ran his hand through his salt and pepper colored hair. "Somebody better tell me just what the hell happened and I mean like right now."
Taking a deep breath, John answered his friend. "We we're out hunting a Kupua demon. It had been terrorizing a small town in Georgia and resorted to killing some of the people there. The night before, Sammy had some reservations about going on this one--said he had a bad feeling about it. I just figured it was because he wasn't getting enough sleep. The next day we tracked the damn thing down in a state park and it got the drop on us. Next thing I know, Sammy is standing before us just like you see him now."
"Damn it John, did you even bother to research this one. Why the hell didn't you call me?" Bobby asked angrily. "The Kupua demons are some bad ass demigods with a reputation for being tenacious tricksters. I hate to tell you this, but this thing with Sammy is just starting. He'll soon have lapses in memory where he'll forget he is an adult. I hope to hell you're prepared to dealt with a toddler in every sense of the word."
What the hell are you talking about Bobby?" Dean asked disbelievingly. Surely he wasn't hearing what he thought he was.
"I'm telling ya that Sammy will have times when he thinks he really is a three year old. One minute you could be dealing with your twenty two year old brother and the next instant a three year old little kid."
"Holy Crap" whispered John as Bobby's words hit him with the force of being slammed into a brick wall. "What the hell have we done?"
TBC