A Hiccup in TimeCh. 31
Disclaimer. I do not own anything recognizable in this story, nor am I making a profit from it.
Author's Note: Sorry for the late post. I had trouble wrapping my mind around this chapter. Thanks Cindy for letting me sound off my ideas with you on this one and giving me feedback.
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Previously: John stood in the doorway and watched as Dean tenderly placed Sammy in his bed and then lay down beside the toddler, drawing him close. He smiled contentedly as he stood and watched them for just a few minutes before walking to his own room. He could rest easy knowing Dean would keep Sammy safe tonight. He never realized that only a few yards away, a yellow eyed demon was keeping watch.
Early the next morning, Dean awoke to the feeling of little hands trying to pry open his eyelids. Knowing that little Sammy was still visiting, he decided to fake being asleep and grumbled something unintelligible then swatted at his Sammy's small hands before rolling over and letting out a big snort which was sure to induce laughter. Seconds later, he heard his little brother giggling and couldn't help but smile himself. Sammy used to love to play this game when they were little and always got a big kick out of waking Dean.
Covering his mouth with his hands to stifle his laughter, Sammy crawled over his brother and reached up to pinch Dean's nose closed with his fingers. He only had to wait a few seconds before Dean gave another loud snort and swatted at him again with his eyes still closed, before rolling over onto his stomach and beginning to snore. Placing his small hands on his hips and looking at Dean in exasperation, he knew what he had to do.
Remembering that there was only one way to wake his big brother up, Sammy pulled Dean's shirt up and blew a wet raspberry on his big brother's back. Sitting up in anticipation with his eyes twinkling in merriment, he watched Dean roll over and look at him with an indignant look on his face.
"Ew Sammy, you tooted." Dean said scrunching up his nose as he grinned at his baby brother before reaching over and pulling Sammy down beside him. He immediately launched a tickle attack on the toddler and grinned at the shrieks of delight coming from his baby brother.
"No Deanie stop, I not tooted." Sammy giggled as he did his best to keep Dean's hands away from his tickle spots. "I maked a raspberry on you back silly."
"You did huh, well then I'm gonna get you back for that little man." Dean retorted as he pulled Sammy's shirt up and blew a loud raspberry on his stomach while tickling him at the same time causing his baby brother to roar with laughter.
"Hey, can anybody join in the fun?" Dean heard just before looking up to see their father leaning in the doorway with a huge smile on his face.
"Sure dad, come on in." Dean replied with a grin. "Uh oh, you're in big trouble now Sammy cause me and Daddy both are gonna ya now.." Dean informed his little brother knowing how good his dad was with his tickle attacks.
Winking at Sammy secretively, John said "Hey Sammy, what do you say we get Deanie?" John questioned as he wiggled his eyebrows conspiring with his youngest son.
"Yay, we gets Deanie togeder" Sammy yelled as launched at Dean who raised his hands in self defense.
"Unhuh, no way." Dean laughed as he found himself being tackled to the bed as John held him still so that Sammy could get his own tickles in. Tears began to leak from Dean's eyes as he laughed at the assault upon his body. He never could stand to be tickled. The family played together for another ten minutes before John finally pulled Sammy into his arms and announced it was time to go downstairs and help Bobby prepare breakfast.
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After finishing breakfast, John placed the protective charm Bobby had given to him the night before on the chain around his neck that held his Marine dogtags. They had planned on doing some work outside and he didn't want to take any chances with being possessed after what Sam had saw in his vision. Glancing at Dean and Bobby, he noticed that the two of them were donning their medals also.
"Everybody ready to get to work? Bobby asked as he secured his charm around his neck on a leather string, Dean doing the same. He had promised a customer to have his classic Chevelle ready in two days for an upcoming car show.
"I'll be out in a few minutes, I need to get Sammy cleaned up first." Dean answered with a sigh after seeing the sticky mess that covered Sammy's face and hands after eating the chocolate chip pancakes that Bobby had made for breakfast. Pulling Sammy from his booster seat, Dean groaned as Sammy reached up and placed a stick hand on each of his cheeks.
"I wuvs you Deanie." Sammy said as he leaned in to give Dean a sticky kiss and then snuggled into his big brother's embrace.
"I love you too little dude." Dean replied with a smile not minding the stickiness on his cheeks so much anymore. He loved these special moments with Sammy and how open his toddler brother was with his affections. Walking Sammy over to the sink, he made a vowel to himself to make sure that Sam knew he was loved when things finally got back to normal.
Once he had Sammy clean, he picked him up and carried him outside placing him on the porch with his action figures where they could keep an eye on Sammy as he played. Securing the child safety gate to keep Sammy from falling down the steps, Dean walked over to help with the repairs on the '69 Chevy Chevelle that his dad and Bobby was currently working on. They had only been working on the car for about ten minutes, when the hunters began to feel a quick drop in temperature signifying danger.
"Son of a bitch, get to Sammy now Dean." John gasped as his hands reached back to snare the gun in the back of his jeans, Bobby doing the same. He quickly began to scan the area looking for the demonic threat that was making its presence known. He didn't have far to look however as he heard a smug voice right behind him.
"John, John, John, when will you hunters ever learn that mere guns are no threat against us demons?" Azazel questioned as he used his telekinetic energy to rip the pistols from his and Bobby's hands and send them halfway across the yard to land in the dirt.
"What the hell do you want you frigging son of bitch?" John growled watching from the corner of his eye as Dean scooped up Sammy and carried him inside where he would have more protection just before he had Bobby were telekinetically pinned to the car they were working on.
"As if you don't already know John. I am well aware of the fact that you have been researching and know about my special children and the plans I have for them." Azazel answered with a smirk.
"Yeah, well you're not getting Sammy. I'll die before I let you get your disgusting hands on him." John spat out as he tried to free himself from the demon's invisible hold.
"We can definitely work that out." Azazel retorted as he turned his attention towards Bobby's house. Flinging out his hand, he watched as the front door buckled under his assault and tore from it's hinges. "If you boys wish to keep your father and his friend alive, I suggest you come out now or I will snap their necks in two."
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Standing inside the house, Dean held Sammy close to him as he peered through the curtained windows to see what was going on. He couldn't hear what his dad was saying to the YED but it was more than obvious that he was extremely pissed just from his demeanor. Wanting to help his dad, Dean wished he could get his hands on the colt, but it was securely locked in the trunk of the Impala right now. Focusing his eyes on the situation in front of him again, he sucked in a sharp breath as he saw familiar yellow eyes look towards the house just as Sammy began to talk.
"Deanie, why that demon won't weave us awone, why him keep hurting our family all da time?" Sammy questioned as his blue green eyes peered up at his brother's face imploring him for an answer.
Dean was taken aback at his brother's questions. Sammy had never known about demons and the things they had hunted until he was eight years old. "Sammy, what makes you think that man is a demon?" Dean queried as he tried to think of something to say without outright lying to his baby brother to hopefully downplay the situation.
"I seed him in my dweams sometimes. Him's mean Deanie. Him hurts people all da time and makes dem burn in da fire." Sammy replied with a shiver as he snuggled further into Dean.
"Son of a bitch," groaned Dean silently at the revelation Sammy had just made. The kid was too damned young to deal with such vivid dreams, and just why the hell didn't he know little Sammy was having them? He had to wonder if on some level, that Sam's memories were unconsciously coming across as dreams to little Sammy and that Sam was somehow keeping them from becoming night terrors. Biting his lower lip, he was drawn out of his thoughts when the door literally flew off its hinges and he heard the YED call out to him and Sammy to come out or risk having their dad and Bobby killed.
"Shit, what am I supposed to do?" Dean wondered as he cradled Sam to him. On one hand he couldn't let the demon kill their dad and Bobby, but then he had to protect Sammy too, with his life if necessary.
"Don't you listen to him son!" John screamed out as he continued his struggles to free himself. If he could just get free and get to the colt, he could end the bastard once and for all. Why the hell didn't he keep that gun within reach. Hell, he knew the reason, he couldn't chance the demons getting their hands on it…and if he had had it, he damned sure would have lost it as was evident when the demon sent his and Bobby's guns flying from their hands.
Looking towards John and Bobby, Azazel closed his fingers into a fist and began squeezing, enjoying the intoxicating sound of the hunters choking as they gasped for air, their faces turning red. "Are you watching Dean? Can you see me literally squeezing the life out of your father and Bobby? You have one minute to come out or they die a painful death." Azazel stated as he loosened his hold just a fraction.
"Daddy I wants you, Deanie help my daddy pwease!" Sammy pleaded as he buried his face in Dean's shirt and began to sob.
TBC So will Dean come out? And how will Azazel react when he sees a de-aged Sammy for the first time if Dean does? Find out soon.