A Hiccup in Time Ch. 14
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
Warning: Language as usual.
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Previously: Sam walked into the restroom and took care of his business quickly before walking over to the sink that was placed lower on the wall for smaller children like him. As he was washing his hands, he felt an arm grab him from behind while another hand was placed over his mouth as a man's voice whispered in his ear, "Take it easy kid and you won't get hurt!"
Immediately ticked off that some pervert or kidnapper thought he would be an easy target, Sam reared his head back and hit the man in his groin area causing him to relax his hold on Sammy as pain radiated throughout the tender area from the unexpected blow. Feeling the man's hold on him lessen, Sam instantly relaxed his legs allowing him to totally slip from the man's grip. Getting to his feet quickly, he reared his fist back and applied another solid hit to the man's groin. "You perverted son of a bitch, you're going to be sorry for daring to lay a hand on me." Sam informed him as he pulled back his leg getting ready to kick him as hard as he could.
"What the hell?" the short chubby man questioned as he fell to his knees and cupped his privates with one hand trying to protect them from the onslaught of the little spitfire of a child before him. He couldn't believe the words that were coming from the child's mouth. He was supposed to be an angelic little boy and here he was cursing like a sailor. Seeing the child rear his leg back for a kick, the man swung his hand around just as Sam's foot came forward and pulled his legs out from under him causing Sam to land hard on his behind.
Knowing immediately that he couldn't handle the man by himself because of his tiny stature, Sam screamed out the word "DEAN" at the top of his lungs. He tried to kick the man with his other leg as the chubby balding guy pulled him forward, but the man just grinned at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"I'll make you pay for that you little shit." the man told Sammy as he twisted his leg to the side causing Sam to scream out in pain. He hadn't wanted to hurt the child, but he needed to get him the hell out of there before anything else could happen. Wrapping a meaty fist around Sam's wrist, he started pulling Sam into his arms only to release him in pain as the damn brat bit him on the arm hard enough to break the skin. He drew his hand back and started to swing it forward for a slap to the kid's face when he found his own wrist captured in an iron tight grip.
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As Dean sat watching the squirrels, he wondered what was going on back at the salvage yard. He had no doubts that his dad and Bobby had already taken care of salting and burning the body. He chewed on his bottom lip as he wondered if it was a demon or some other supernatural creature. It chilled him to the bone to even think about something actually getting that close to Sammy when he was so defenseless. Looking at his watch, he noticed how late is was getting and figured he would stop for some pizza on the way home so Bobby wouldn't have to cook. Noticing how quiet things were, he scanned the playground to see that the other children had left and they were the only ones there now. Standing up, he started walking towards the restrooms to rush Sammy up when he heard his name screamed out in fear.
Taking off at a full fledged run, he heard Sammy scream out in pain just moments before he rounded the corner and saw a short overweight man with his hand drawn back. He immediately rushed towards the man as his hand began to swing forward and caught it in a vice like grip with one hand as he reared his other one back. "Nobody touches my brother." Dean spat out venomously as he brought his fist forward and it impacted solidly with the man's nose. He could feel the cartilage crunch beneath his knuckles as blood suddenly started pouring from the man's nostrils. He didn't stop there however as he grabbed the man by what little hair he had on his head and brought his forehead down to meet with his knee. He allowed the man to fall backwards and writhe on the floor in pain as he grasped his face with both hands proclaiming his nose to be broken.
Not yet finished with the man, Dean grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and pulled him up into a sitting position. "What kind of a perverted bastard are you to attack an innocent toddler in the men's restroom?" he asked as his anger level skyrocketed. "What the freaking hell did you think you were going to do with my baby brother?"
"I, I wasn't going to…I just wanted to…he looked so sweet and innocent that I just had to have him." the man stammered out while sweating profusely as he tried to defend himself not realizing that is was causing Dean's anger to flare up even more.
"Have him for what?" Dean bellowed in rage instantly realizing that the man was either a pedophile or that he could be dealing in child slavery with the way he was acting. Not giving the man a chance to answer, he stood up and delivered a swift kick to the man's already injured family jewels and watched as he passed out cold from the shock.
Turning around and focusing his full attention on Sam, Dean hissed in a breath as he saw Sammy sitting on the floor and cradling his right leg as he valiantly tried to fight off the tears that were glistening in his eyes. Kneeling down, he gently placed his hands on Sammy's small leg and could feel the swelling around the knee. "Shit Sam, we're going to have to take you to the E.R., we can't take any chances with you being so damn small now."
"Dean, I don't think…" Sam started to say before he hissed in a breath as a sharp pain shot through his leg.
"That's it Sammy, we're going whether you want to or not." Dean said as he placed an arm under Sammy's legs and another around his back and picked up his lightweight brother in his arms being extra careful with his right knee.
"What about him?" Sam questioned as he nodded towards the unconscious man on the restroom floor.
"Don't worry about him, I've got a plan." Dean answered as he carried Sammy out of the building and over to the Impala where he placed him in his carseat and buckled him in. "I'll be back in just a minute." Dean informed his little brother before walking to the trunk of the car and pulling out some rope. Returning to the restroom, he expertly tied the man up where he couldn't get free. He then walked over to one of the payphones and made an anonymous call to the police about a weird man who had been watching and harassing little children on the playground at the park.
Returning to the car, Dean checked on Sammy once more to make sure he was okay and then climbed into the driver's seat. Once he was out on the road, he flipped open his cell phone and pressed the speed dial searching until he landed on the name he wanted and then hit the call button.
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John and Bobby had finished the salt and burn and were watching the fire die down when Bobby decided it was time to talk about what the demon had said. "Hey John, I know you're probably not going to want to talk about this, but we need to discuss what that demon said just before you exorcised it."
"You're right Bobby, I don't want to talk about it." John said chafing at the idea that the demon had basically confirmed what he already knew. He had kept the knowledge of what he had learned about Sam and the demon under his belt for a little while now. There were too many hunters out there that could go after his son if they knew Azazel had plans for him, plans for him to supposedly lead a demon army one day.
"John, if that demon was right in what he was saying, then Azazel is after Sam. We can't just stand around here pretending like it didn't happen, the kid is much too vulnerable right now."
"Don't you think I know that Bobby? Hell, I worry about those boys everyday and whether or not the yellow eyed demon will come after them like he did Mary."
"From what the demon was hinting at, it sounds like Azazel might have plans for Sam. We need…" Bobby started to say but he was cut of by John.
"Don't say it Bobby, don't tell me I need to take out my own son. Maybe it's time we pack up and leave before…"
"Hold it right there John. You damn well know me better than that. Don't go putting words in my mouth." Bobby seethed. "I was going to say that we're going to have to watch out for him more closely now. We're going to have to keep this knowledge to ourselves. We can't chance another hunter who only sees things in black and white finding out about Azazel's plans. Damn it, I love those boys almost as much as you do ya freaking idjit!"
"I'm sorry Bobby, I shouldn't have assumed the worse. I DO know you better than that. It's just that so much could go wrong, especially with Sammy in toddler form right now. How in the hell do I protect him from that yellow eyed bastard while trying to get him back to himself at the same time? I just don't know what I'll do if anything happens to the kid." John apologized as he ran his hands through his hair.
"You're not alone in this John. I'm right here to help. We'll make sure Sam stays out of demonic hands while he's so vulnerable." Bobby informed his hunting friend.
"Thanks Bobby" John stated as they watched the fire burn out. They made sure the bones were completely charred and destroyed and then began filling in the grave. After a little more than an hour, they had finished filling in the grave and were returning back to the house when John heard his phone ringing. He flipped it open to see Dean's name on the identification viewer.
"It's Dean." he informed Bobby as he pushed the talk button and raised the phone to his ear. "Hey Dean, you boys on the way back?"
"No sir, we had a bit of a problem at the park." Dean answered with regret hating to admit to his father that he hadn't watched Sammy close enough.
"Crap, what happened?" John asked anxiously as he glanced towards Bobby.
"We were getting ready to come home when Sam, not little Sammy by the way, decided he had to go to the bathroom. He wouldn't let me go in with him, so I went over and sat on a bench to wait for him." Dean took a deep breath and then said, "Damn it dad, he was attacked in the bathroom by a freaking pervert."
"Son of a bitch" John swore wishing he could get his hands on the man. "Did the man….how badly is he hurt?"
"No, Sam was able to fight him off long enough for me to get there, but he got hurt in the process. He wrenched Sam's knee pretty bad. We're pulling up to the hospital now so it can be x-rayed. I didn't want to take any chances with him being so little."
"You did the right thing Ace. Bobby and I will be there as quick as possible." John told his oldest before flipping the phone shut and informing Bobby about what happened.
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Once Sam's name was called, Dean picked up his little brother and carried him back to the treatment room. He sat Sam down on the bed as they waited for the doctor to come in and check on him.
"Dean, can't we just get out of here?" Sam pleaded with his brother. "I'm sure Bobby has something we can wrap my leg with."
"No can do munchkin." Dean replied as he nervously tapped his hands on his legs. "We can't take the chance of your knee being messed up permanently when we get you back to your regular height."
"But Dean…" Sam stopped complaining as a nurse walked into the room and over towards him.
"Hi there Sammy, I just need to check you over before the doctor sees you." the nurse said with a smile as she placed her hand on his wrist and took his pulse and then wrote it on his chart. "Where are you hurting?"
"My knee" Sam answered as he pointed to the right one.
"Okay sweetie, we'll see about making it better." Looking up at Dean she said, "We'll need you to remove his jeans so the doctor can get a good look at his knee."
"Yeah okay" Dean replied as he glanced at Sam with an apologetic look. He knew Sam would be embarrassed but there was nothing he could do about it. He reached down and unsnapped his little Levi's before unzipping them and pulling them gently off so he wouldn't jar Sammy's leg. He then looked up to notice the nurse walking towards them with a thermometer in her hand.
"Okay Sammy, I need to take your temperature sweetie." she said as she asked Dean to roll Sammy over onto his side.
"What? Why?" Suddenly realizing what the nurse was planning to do, Dean quickly said, "Sammy knows how to hold a thermometer in his mouth the correct way."
"I'm sure that he does, but hospital regulations state that all toddlers have to have their temperature taken rectally." the nurse explained as she waited for Dean to do as instructed.
"Crap" Dean thought to himself as he looked at Sam to see the horrified look on his face. "I'm sorry kiddo." he stated honestly as he reached down to turn Sammy onto his side. Sam was never going to forgive him for this. He could feel Sam tense up as the nurse pulled down his boxers and got ready to insert the thermometer.
Approximately forty minutes and an injection for pain later, Sam had had his leg x-rayed and was now sporting a leg brace. The doctor informed Dean that no serious damage was done, but that he did have some strained ligaments and needed to stay off of his leg as much as possible for the next few days. Thanking the doctor for his help, Dean picked Sam up and carried him out of the treatment room just in time to see his dad and Bobby arriving.
John quickly walked over to his children and ran a comforting hand through Sam's hair. "How is he? What did the doctor say?"
"He's kind of groggy right now from the pain shot that they gave him. The doctor said he has some strained ligaments and that he needs to stay off of his leg for the next few days." Dean answered.
"Okay, lets get him back to Bobby's" John said as he reached out to take Sam from Dean's arms. He cradled Sam against his chest and allowed his youngest to fall asleep with his head resting on his shoulder as they walked out to the car.
TBC