A Hiccup in Time Ch. 15
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
Warning: Language as usual.
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Previously: "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.
Upon arriving back at Bobby's place, John carried his sleeping son up the stairs and placed him on the bed after having pulled the blankets back. He untied Sam's sneakers and pulled them off before placing the blankets over him. "Sleep well kiddo." he whispered as he ruffled his hair affectionately before exiting the room and leaving the door ajar just in case they were needed.
Walking back downstairs, he grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and went to join Dean and Bobby in the living room to watch a little television. Bobby was flipping through the channels looking for something decent to watch when he heard Dean holler for him to stop. Turning back to the previous channel, Bobby wondered what had Dean so interested in the local news.
"That's him, that's the perverted bastard who attacked Sam." Dean said as he pointed to the picture in the upper left hand corner of the screen. The room got deathly quiet as the three hunters sat and listened intently to what the news reporter had to say.
"Police have confirmed that Jennings is a known pedophile who has molested at least twenty children in three states all under the age of seven. He had been serving a twenty year sentence, but was released early for good behavior. The terms of Jennings' probation prohibited him from being within a mile of any locations where children are known to play." The reporter glanced down at her note and then went on to say, "Jennings was apparently found bound to a bathroom stall at the Sioux City State Park with significant injuries to his, ahem, private region. Jennings is now under police guard at the local hospital where he remain until tomorrow. He will then be transferred to the prison where he will serve out he rest of the time left on his original sentence, that being twelve years."
"That son of a bitch" John hissed as he literally shook in rage. "He's damn lucky I wasn't there or I would have killed him without second thought."
"Believe me, I wanted to dad." stated Dean honestly as he shivered upon remembering the attack on Sam. "But Sam had been through more than enough trauma at that time and I knew he needed to get to the hospital."
Dean had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth when a scream was heard coming from the second floor. All three hunters jumped up and jostled each other for position as they ran toward the stairs with Dean eventually taking the lead. He bounded up the steps three at a time and raced down the hallway and into the bedroom where his dad had placed Sam earlier. He entered the room to find Sam sitting up in the bed with glassy and unfocused eyes and panting heavily.
"Sammy what happened?" he questioned as he sat down on the bed and pulled his baby brother onto his lap. He could feel the small trembles that were running through Sam's body as he took deep gasping breaths.
"Ni-nightmare." Sam replied as he scrubbed his hands over his face before glancing up to see his dad and Bobby were in the room also. Suddenly aware of the fact that he was sitting in Dean's lap in full view of his dad and Bobby, Sam face turned red and he squirmed out of Dean's grasp. "Dude, I thought you weren't into chick flick moments." he said with a roll of the eyes.
"You know you liked it bitch." Dean replied with a full on smirk to which he heard the word "jerk" in reply.
"Well now that you're awake brainiac, how about I carry you downstairs so we can all have some dinner." Dean stated as he reached out to pick Sam up only to feel Sam slapping his hands away.
"No way dude, I'm not letting you touch me ever again." Sam iterated as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. And giving Dean a mean look
"Why? what did I do?" Dean asked honestly perplexed as to why Sam was mad at him now trying not to laugh at Sammy's attempt to look intimidating.
"You took me to the damn hospital that's what. I told you to bring me here to Bobby's but no, you couldn't listen. Because of you, I got a damned thermometer shoved where the sun doesn't shine, not to mention a painful shot in the ass."
"Sam, Dean did the right thing son. We can't take any chances with your health while you're so small." John informed his youngest as he bent down to pick him up and placed him on his hip. "You're going to have to be carried around for the next few days whether you like it or not and there are going to be times when Dean will be the only one around to do it."
"Fine" Sam pouted as he gave in knowing there wasn't anything he could do about it.
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While Dean and Bobby went to the kitchen to start dinner, John carried Sam to the bathroom to help him clean up some after playing at the park. Placing Sam down on the commode lid, he grabbed a clean washcloth and soaked it in the warm water that he had filled the sink with. Wringing out the excess water, he squirted a little bit of the liquid soap onto it and began washing Sammy's face being careful not to get any soap in his eyes.
"What the hell dad? I'm not a little kid." Sam informed his dad as he tried to squirm away from John's grip on him.
"Well your my kid, so just hold still damn it." John replied as he went about finishing the task he had started. He wouldn't admit it to Sam, but he was really enjoying taking care of him and doing the simple things he had missed out on with Sammy's growing up years. He was being given a second chance to take care of his baby boy and he damned well wasn't going to blow it.
"But Dean or Bobby could walk in. Please dad, you're going to embarrass me." Sam whined in his toddler voice.
"Dean's downstairs helping Bobby with the steak and potatoes so stop worrying. Besides, we're almost finished here." John replied as he grabbed a soft towel to dry Sammy's hands and arms with. Sam huffed as he found himself lifted into his dad's arms once again and carried down the stairs. With his dad being so over protective right now, he figured he probably wouldn't be allowed the decency of taking a bath by himself for along time to come.
Entering the kitchen, John placed Sam in his booster seat at the table so he could start mixing up the salad Bobby had planned to go with tonight's meal. After everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours, he didn't want Sam out of his sight. He needed to know that his youngest was safe and secure, even if it meant Sam getting upset with him. Reaching into the refrigerator to grab the lettuce, he carried it and a bowl over towards Sam who had a slightly dazed look on his face.
"Are you feeling okay Sam?" John asked as he placed the bowl on the table in front of Sam and kneeled down to his level.
Shaking his head no, Sammy replied, "My weg hurts realwy bad daddy." as he stuck his thumb into his mouth and tears filled his dewy eyes.
"Aw baby, come here." John stated as he opened his arms allowing Sammy to lean into his chest. He scooped Sammy up into his arms and carried him into the living room where he sat with him in the rocking recliner that Bobby owned and began rocking him as he held him against his chest and rubbed his little back.
Relinquishing his thumb for just a minute, Sammy sobbed. "P'ease make the owie go away daddy, I no want it no more."
"I know you don't baby boy and I'll try to fix it." John soothed as he noticed Dean walking into the room with Sam's pain medication and a glass of water. He watched as Dean took out one of the Relafen tablets and crushed it into a powder before mixing it into the water giving it a slightly chalky appearance.
"Here you go tiger, drink this. It's magic and it will make your leg feel all better." Dean said as he held out the glass to Sammy. He watched Sammy eye it warily before wrapping his little hands around the glass and swallowing some of it's liquid contents.
"Yucky, dat nasty. I not drink it" Sammy said as he pushed the glass away and buried his face into John's chest to keep from being made to drink more.
"You have to drink it Sammy or the magic won't work." Dean coaxed as he rubbed Sammy's back. "Tell you what sport, if you drink your medicine, I'll take you to the Dairy Queen to get some ice cream. What do you say Sammy, is it a deal?"
"Can I have da vanildwa ice cweam cone?" Sammy asked hopefully as he glanced up towards Dean and chewed on his bottom lip.
"You sure can munchkin, anything you want." Dean replied with a smile.
"Otay, I dwinks it den." Sammy wrinkling his nose in disgust as he looked at the glass held securely in Dean's hand before quickly swallowing the rest of the medicated water while Dean held the glass to his lips.
"That's my boy." John said as he kissed Sammy on the top of his head. "You'll be all better soon kiddo."
Turning around to face his dad, Sammy said "Can I take dis fing off den?" as he pointed to the cumbersome brace encasing his knee and most of his leg.
"Sorry, no can do tiger. The doctor says you have to wear that brace for at least a week until he sees you for a check up to make sure your knee is okay." John answered.
"P'ease daddy, I not wikes it." Sammy stated as he turned on full puppy dog pleading like eyes at his father.
John's heart nearly melted at the beseeching look his son sent his way. Swallowing the lump that was trying to form in his throat, he said, "I know you don't Sammy and as soon as the doctor says we can take it off we will, but not until then."
" Nuh uh, my Deanie will take it off." Sammy informed his daddy with a jaw splitting yawn before snuggling into his daddy's hold once again.
"You sleepy baby?" John inquired as he shifted Sammy to lay down in the crook of his elbow.
"Uh huh" Sammy confirmed as he slipped his thumb in his mouth once again and started sucking on it fervently. Within moments he was out like a light as John continued rocking him in the rocking recliner, unwilling to put Sammy back to bed yet.
"You want me to take him dad?" Dean asked knowing that his dad was probably hungry and that Bobby had just finished cooking dinner.
"No, It's alright, I've got him. You go and get yourself something to eat. I'll warm it up later in the microwave." John replied in answer to Dean's question. As Dean walked away, he could hear his dad softly humming the tune Hush Little Baby to the sound of the rocker creaking as it slowly moved back and forth.
Thirty minutes later, Bobby and Dean found both John and Sammy fast asleep as John held his youngest securely in his hold while leaned back in the recliner. Grabbing an extra blanket from the hallway closet, Bobby placed it over John and his youngest before he and Dean went to his study to do a little more research. Bobby had a dire need to find out all he could about the demon Azazel now that he was threatening the kids he had allowed into his life and now loved like his own.
TBC