A Hiccup in Time Ch. 33
Disclaimer. I do not own anything recognizable in this story, nor am I making a profit from it. I also do not own the rights to Eye of the Tiger, by Survivor
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Previously:"Give me one good reason why I should?" Azazel queried as he prepared to deliver the killing blow that would wipe the Kupua demon from existence forever.
"That's easy, if you kill me, Sam Winchester will stay a toddler forever which would hinder your haughty plans for him to lead your army someday." The demon smirked even though he was currently in a lot of pain from feeling like he was being literally torn apart from the inside out. "If I die while Sam is in his current state, he will remain that way forever until death overtakes him from an old and feeble heart.
Taking a deep breath, Azazel thought over the things the Kupua demon had said and then gave his own wickedly delightful smile. "I will let you live on one condition. You change Sam Winchester back to himself within the next forty eight hours, or so help me I will slowly kill you over the next ten decades as I fillet the skin from your bones layer by layer. You will suffer through all eternity as I turn you over to the most horrendous demons in hell where you will be raped and brutalized until death, only to be brought back to have it happen again and again. The choice is yours." With those words, Azazel disappeared from view leaving the Kupua demon to ponder his wrath.
Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Herenti shakily got to his feet. He knew he would be dead now had it not been for that ace up his sleeve. It pissed him off to know that he would have to change the youngest Winchester back before he wanted to, but it was either that or suffer the fires and degradation of hell through all eternity. At least Azazel had given him forty eight hours in which to do the reversal, maybe he could figure out something to do that would hurt the family at least one more time before all was said and done.
For now, he would find a place to recuperate and recover his strength. The demon blood flowing through his veins would make sure that his body healed within a few short hours and then he would be ready to stalk the Winchesters hoping for a chance to exact one last revenge on the family of hunters. With a snap of his fingers, Herenti disappeared from view wondering what his chances would be of starting a demon uprising against that frigging yellow eyed bastard.
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Bobby stared incredulously at John wondering if he had just heard the man right. "What the hell do you mean you think it's time to take those boys and run?" Bobby spat out furiously. "Do you know what could happen out there on the open road if a demon chose to attack? Hell John, all it would take is one blown tire at sixty miles an hour and all your lives could be put in danger from the resulting accident."
"Damn it Bobby, I know it would be taking a big chance, but I can't just sit here on my ass waiting for that f*cking demon to show up again. Those boys are all I have left and if something were to happen to Sammy, you know as well as I do that Dean wouldn't survive it." John retorted.
"I agree, that's why you need to stay here you damned idjit. Sure, the house isn't one hundred percent demon proof, but at least we have the sigils and wards that will contain some of them and enough firepower to blow a shitload of them back to hell where they belong." Bobby said with a strong sense of certainty in his voice.
Sitting down in the chair, John ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you're right, I just wish this damned mess was over and my kids were safe." John told Bobby as he looked up with despondent eyes at the older hunter. "They should be living normal lives and having families of their own instead of this nomadic life of a hunter. Hell, at least Dean got to experience normal for almost four and a half years. But Sammy, he's been a beacon for everything supernatural since he was six damn months old and it's not fair."
"Life never is John. You've got to take whatever cards life deals you and then play the best hand you've got, you know that. Whatever the future holds for Dean and Sammy, we'll get them through it." Bobby stated as he clasped John on the shoulder with a firm hand. Noticing that it seemed awful damn quiet now that he and John had finished fixing the door, Bobby said, "Come on John, let's go check on those boys of yours and see what they're up to.
Walking into the kitchen and finding it empty, John and Bobby strode up the stairs and walked down the small hallway to the room the boys were sharing. As they approached, they could hear the sound of Dean's voice and it was obvious that he was singing to his baby brother. Reaching the slightly open door, they peered in to see Dean sitting in the rocking chair with his eyes closed with Sammy held tightly to his chest as he sang.
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive…
Glancing at Sammy, the hunters smiled to see that Dean's ministrations were working. Sammy had finally calmed down enough to stop crying and was currently sucking on this thumb as his eyes were losing the battle to stay open. Walking softly into the room, John wasn't surprised to see Dean open his eyes and watch him as he pulled a small fleece blanket from one of the dressers.
"Just making sure he doesn't get cold." John whispered as he placed the soft blanket over Sammy who immediately sighed in comfort before snuggling even deeper into Dean's hold.
"Hey, Dad? You know we are going to survive this right, that we will rise up to the challenge of those damn demons with the skills to survive?" Dean asked in a soft voice as he continued rocking while rubbing soothing circles on Sammy's back.
"Yeah, I know we will Ace." John replied with a smile as he reached out and carded his fingers through Sammy's hair. "Whatever happens, will face it head on and if that mean's having to raise Sammy from a toddler all over again then so be it."
"Only this time we'll give him a better life, give him all the love and things that a little boy needs to be happy." Dean stated with conviction and meaning every word. "Which reminds me, tomorrow is his birthday and I want to do something special with him. I not going to allow those demons to ruin the day for him or for us.
"We won't Dean, I promise." John answered even though he was worried about what Dean could possibly have in mind. Sammy deserved a special celebration and they would give it to him. He couldn't help but be wary about taking him away from the protection the house and grounds had to offer, but they couldn't let the demon's rule their life either. Tomorrow would be their first step in taking charge of their world once again.
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Later that evening found the Winchester and Bobby sitting around the dinner table as they discussed their plans for the following day. They were determined not to allow the demons to keep them from doing something special for the youngster, especially with him still being in aged regressed mode.
As he spooned out a large heaping of mashed potatoes to go with his fried chicken, Dean said, "I was thinking maybe we could take Sammy to the Thunder Road Family Fun Park to celebrate his birthday. It's something that he would enjoy as either Sammy or Sam if the change happens and it's located nearby in Sioux Falls so we wouldn't have all that far to drive. I know he would have a lot of fun there riding on the go-carts and playing miniature golf along with the many other activities they offer."
"Yay, go-carts!" Sammy yelled as he dipped his fingers into his own mashed potatoes and scooped them into his mouth. He had seen them on television when he was watching cartoons and they looked like a lot of fun
"Sounds like fun Dean, but are you sure you aren't wanting to go there for yourself?" John snickered knowing how much Dean used to enjoy racing go-carts when he was younger before their lives had went to hell.
"I'll admit to looking forward to it myself." Dean answered honestly with a smile. "But it's because I can't wait to have some fun with the kid again. He really enjoyed our trip to the zoo and I know he'll love this too. So what do you guys think, you up for a day filled with fun and excitement or are you two just getting too damned old to have fun?" Dean couldn't help adding that last little bit knowing it would goad his dad and Bobby into agreeing.
"What the hell you talking about boy? I'm not so old that I won't be able to leave your ass in the dust on that go-cart trail." Bobby answered with a challenge. He didn't know if he was up to climbing into one of those small contraptions, but he wasn't about to let Dean get away with that remark.
"You are so on old man. Me and Sammy will show you a thing or two about racing to win." Dean retorted with a huge grin as he took his napkin and wiped some of the mashed potatoes off of Sammy's fingers.
"Sounds like a plan then." John said as he bit into a mouth watering piece of fried chicken. Growing up, they hadn't been able to celebrate many of the boys birthday's, especially Sammy's, and he looked forward to doing something special with his baby boy on his big day. "I guess we better finish dinner then and get Sammy cleaned up and ready for bed, he'll need all the rest he can get for tomorrow." John stated as he reached out to ruffle Sammy's hair.
"No go to bed, I's not sweepy." Sammy informed his dad as he put his little hands on his hips giving John his best glare.
John couldn't help but laugh at his youngest trying to look intimidating. "Tell you what tiger, you finish eating and I'll give you you're bath and if you're still not sleepy by then, we'll all sit down on the couch and watch cartoons with you. Have we got a deal? John questioned with a grin.
"Kay, daddy." Sammy replied, content with the deal his dad was making. He knew it was almost time for the Transformers because they always came on when the little hand on the clock touched the number eight. Finishing his meal, he waited for his dad to lift him out of his booster seat and carry him upstairs.
Turning the water on in the tub to lukewarm, John tested it with his fingers before putting the stopper in to allow the bathtub to fill. He started stripping Sammy's clothes off knowing he would have to wash Sammy's hair too since he had somehow managed to get mashed potatoes into them too. "Okay tiger, you ready to get in?" John questioned as he lifted his little boys and placed him in the tub.
He played the sea monster game with Sammy that he liked so well to keep his youngest occupied as he bathed him and washed his hair. Once he was finished, he placed his hands around Sammy's waist and lifted him from the tub. He was surprised when Sammy wrapped his wet little arms and legs around him. "I wuvs you daddy, you're the bestest daddy in da whole world."
I love you too Sammy!" John stated strongly as he returned the hug, tears glistening in his eyes. He wrapped Sammy in a towel and then carried him into the boys room, changing him into his pajamas so he would be ready for bed. Carrying Sammy back down the stairs, he saw Dean and Bobby finishing up with cleaning the kitchen. Walking into the living room, he turned on the television to the cartoon channel and sat in the recliner with Sammy in his lap. Forty five minutes later found Sammy fast asleep, John content to hold him until they all went to bed.
TBC Just a couple of chapters left now. Hope you enjoyed this one.