Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Second Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!
Chapter Info: For mb64 - I would like something fun and happy- Weechesters at the beach/pool and Dean helps Sammy learn to swim.
A/N: Yay! Wee!chesters! :D So, Sam is 4 and Dean is 9. Actually Sammy's almost 5, not 4.
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
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John Winchester leaned back on his lawn chair and tried to relax. What he really wanted was to be on a job, hunting the thing that had murdered his wife, or anything else for that matter, but his precious Impala was in the shop waiting on parts. Inactivity didn't do good things for his frustration level. That coupled with his two boys running in circles around him on the beach with Dean yelling and Sam screeching in that pitch only little boys could reach…knocking himself out with a hammer was starting to sound like a plan.
"BOYS!" John bellowed and smiled in satisfaction as they both screeched to a halt in front of him, breathless. "You need to find something else to do, something that makes less noise. Now."
Dean sighed and pulled his little brother in under his arm. "Yes, sir. Come on, Sammy." Dad was always touchy, but having the car out of commission made him grumpier than normal, and the little bundle of energy that was his baby brother could piss him off just walking into the room some days. Dad didn't know how long they'd be there, but Dean hadn't minded so much when they'd set up in the little beach house in California.
Sam dug his heels into the sand as his brother pulled him toward the surf. "Nuh-uh. Can't swim, Dean!"
Dean grinned down at him. "Gonna fix that, midget." He picked Sam up so he couldn't refuse and settled him awkwardly on a hip. "Can't have a Winchester doesn't know how to swim."
"Can too." Sam argued, eyeing the waves fearfully. They looked too big.
"No can do, tiger," Dean smiled at him. "Uncle Bobby made me promise I'd teach ya' while we're here. You don't want me to break my promise, do ya?"
Sam frowned as he stared at his brother. "You made a promise?" Dean nodded and Sam's frown deepened. "Like…cross your heart kinda promise?" Dean nodded again and Sam groaned. "Shit."
Dean laughed and sent a look back at their father. "Watch the mouth, Sammy. Dad hears that, he'll kill us." He hitched his little brother higher as he waded into the surf. Sam didn't weigh much of anything really and Dean was tall for his nine years. "Ready, kiddo?"
"M'not a kid," Sam said irritably as Dean tunneled a hand into his mop of dark hair. "I'm almost five Dean, geez." He shoved Dean's hand out of his hair. "Means I'm not a kid anymore."
"Yeah?" Dean's grin turned mischievous. "Guess you're big enough then!" He took Sam under his arms and tossed him through the air and out into the surf, grinning more widely as Sam screeched and then dropped under the water.
"DEAN!" John's shout brought him around. "Stop trying to drown your brother!"
Dean laughed and splashed out to where Sam's head had emerged and he was thrashing wildly. "Yes, sir!" He waded into the deeper water and let Sam latch on to him. "Take a breath, Sammy," he laughed.
"You're a jerk!" Sam yelled and spluttered water angrily even as he wrapped his arms around his big brother's neck in a vice grip. "That was mean!"
"Was not." Dean chuckled. "This is though!" He bent and ducked his and Sam's heads under the water and then back up again, laughing as Sam spit water at him. "Can't be afraid of the water, kiddo."
That stung Sam's pride. "Am not afraid!" His already deep-seated need to make Dean proud of him, even when he was being a jerk, won out finally and Sam loosened his grip around his neck and let his legs swing free in the water. "Don't leggo!" He gasped, suddenly afraid as he looked into Dean's eyes.
"I gotcha, Sammy," Dean said surely, and took Sam's wrists in his hands, pulling them away from his neck. "You can do this. It's easy. Now, kick your legs." He ducked his head and closed his eyes as Sam's frantic kicking threw water over them. "Dude! Stop!"
"You said kick!" Sam gave him a disgusted face. "I kicked."
"Not like that." Dean rolled his eyes and thought for a second. "Like, um…like scissors. One leg and then the other."
Sam thought about it for a moment, picturing how scissors moved in his head, and then nodded. He alternated waving one leg and then other behind him, grinning with surprise when he realized he was actually pushing at Dean. "I'm doin' it!" He kicked harder. "Am I swimmin'?"
"Almost." Dean watched his little brother's legs, catching his rhythm, and then started moving his arms through the water. "Make cups with your hands." Sam gave him a confused look and then smiled, figuring it out. "That's it!" Dean let his own legs float up from the bottom, and Sam's momentum haltingly pushed them through the water. He let Sam windmill his arms for another minute and then let his little brother go, treading water alongside him. "You're doin' it, Sammy!"
"I'm swimming!" Sam laughed, straining to keep his head above the water as he paddled and the waves raised him up and down. "Dee…Dean I'm doin' it!"
Dean grinned and laughed, watching carefully as Sam doggy-paddled in a wide circle around him. His brother's ridiculous floppy hair was hanging so heavy in his eyes it was a wonder he could see at all. "Head up, kiddo."
Sam kept paddling and kept his eyes on his brother. He really wanted to push his hair out of his eyes but was afraid if he stopped, he'd sink. His arms and legs were tiring and he wanted to get out, but he was enjoying the look on his big brother's face, the pride shining there, and he didn't want to ruin it.
"You're a natural, Sammy!" Dean splashed water over his brother's head, trying to knock the hair out of his eyes but only succeeded in making him splutter indignantly.
"Knock it off, Dee!" Sam gasped, breathing heavily.
"Ok. Ok." Dean chuckled and reached out, plucked Sam around the waist, and pulled him in. It was obvious the kid was tiring, but he just kept swimming and that made him grin more widely. "You were awesome, Sammy."
"Yeah?" Sam looked up at Dean as his arms settled around his big brother's neck again and grinned at the praise even while he gasped for air and smiled widely.
Dean nodded happily and kicked harder to hold both himself and Sam up. "You kicked ass, little bro…" He broke off on a gasp as something grabbed one of his legs and saw Sam's eyes go wide in fear as they were both pulled under. Dean growled under the water, blinded by bubbles and sand. He felt Sam's hands clench on his neck and Dean kicked fiercely. His leg was freed as his other connected solidly with something. He pushed for the surface and brought Sam up with him.
"Dee!"
"Ok, I gotcha!" Dean held on to his coughing brother and pulled for the shore. "DAD!" he yelled, and spun back as something large broke the surface behind them and then stared in shock as their father emerged from the water with a hand over his nose. "Dad?"
John rolled his eyes and winced, holding his throbbing nose, realizing too late his mistake in trying to sneak up on his hunter-in-training son, even for fun. Dean had landed a solid kick. "Last time I try to play with you two in the water!"
"Holy shit, Dad! I'm sorry." Dean groaned as the adrenaline of fear faded and Sam started to laugh in his ear.
"Dad scared you," Sam said between laughs and squealed as Dean dunked him.
"Shut up, runt!" Dean glared over at their father.
"Watch your mouth, Ace," John laughed and reached over, prying Sam from his brother's grip.
"Eww, Dad! Your nose is bleedin'!" Sam let his father swing him through the water until he was on his back and Dad was swimming for the shore with Dean alongside them. He wrapped his arms around his Dad's neck and grinned.
"Did not scare me," Dean said grumpily and waded up onto the beach.
John mussed Dean's wet hair fondly with one hand and hitched Sam higher on his back with the other as he stood. As much as his nose hurt, he couldn't fault Dean's response in protecting his little brother. "You did good, Dean." Dean looked up at him uncertainly. "I took you by surprise, and you didn't hesitate. You just reacted. I wasn't intending this to be a training exercise, or for you to kick me in face, for that matter, but I guess I should have seen it coming," John said ruefully with a rare smile.
Dean's bad mood evaporated with the praise and he smiled up at his dad. "Can we have ice cream?"
"Ice cream!" Sam yelled and bounced on his dad's back excitedly. "Can we, Dad? Pleeeeease?"
John snorted and winced, regretting it. He knelt and swung Sam down, then grabbed his towel and held it to his nose. "After my nose stops bleeding, yes, we can get ice cream. Dean, go clean up and take your brother with you."
"Yes, sir!" Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him along at a run toward the little house. John watched them go, a hint of a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched his boys enjoying just a normal childhood moment for a change and decided that it wouldn't be SO terrible if he had to wait another couple days for the car to finish being repaired.
Dean picked Sam up as they reached the door, shoving his hair out of his eyes and grinned. "Proud of ya', kiddo."
Sam wriggled happily in his brother's arms as they dripped through the house to their room. "Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah, runt?" Dean set Sam down and started pulling clothes out of the drawers between their beds.
"Can I learn how't'a fly next?" Sam grinned up at him, completely serious.
Dean stared, opened his mouth, closed it, and then firmly shook his head. "No way in hell, Sammy. We…are never flyin'. Period."
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The End.
NEXT up: judyann's reward!
Prompters I'm still waiting for:
Doctor's Other Companion
KKBELVIS
Linneast
LynnHarpoeth
N008137
