"You're not my Father" Sammy exclaims. "My father doesn't have b-b-b…" His father's features seem to light up in understanding, as a smile adorns his lips "What? Buttons?" with a chuckle the man replies "I'm your other Father silly! Now, Sammy, go get your brother from his room to join us for dinner". At the mention of his big brother the child's eyes light up. "Deans here to! Sir yes sir!" With an impressive leap off the chair the small boy near skips to Dean's room. Stopping at the splintered old door Samuel stops with a sigh, hearing the noise of his brothers annoying Gameboy. Raising his hand to knock the door opens, peeking in he sees his brother, but instead of being hunched over angrily staring at his device, Dean Winchester is sitting at a piano, the most relaxed Sam has ever seen him. "Dean?" When the boy turns around he is shocked by his big brother's appearance; his clothes look brand new (unlike the tatty good-will items he usually wears), the deeply embedded frown lines in his forehead have disappeared, there are not cuts and bruises ANYWHERE and perhaps the strangest of all - he is wearing a real, genuine smile. "Hey there Sammy!" Without so much of an acknowledgement the young boy can't help but blurt out "My brother plays video games, not piano." He's rewarded with a somehow brighter smile. "No need Sammy-boy! This piano plays me". Suddenly large mechanical gloves spring out of the piano in a most whimsical fashion, latching over his brother's hands. The machine spins Dean around and start playing the piano as dean sings, something Sam misses from when he was a baby:
Making up a song 'bout that Sam of Mine.
He's a dude, he's a bro, he's a pal
of mine.
he's as cute as a button in the eyes of
everyone who ever laid their eyes on that Sam of mine.
Sam can't help but stare in awe as his brother not only sings, but dances too.
When he comes around exploring
Dad and I will never ever make it boring
our eyes will be on that Sam of mine.
Knowing his dad hates when they're late Sam tentatively reaches forward tapping his Brother's shoulder "I, uh, Sorry, He said to tell you Suppers ready." Deans as enthusiastic about food as he always is. "mmmmmm whose hungry? Raise your hand" The youngest hunter can't help but giggle as one of the Hands raise in the air, gently flipping Dean on the nose. Before Sam knows what's happening he finds himself sat at the Welcoming dinner table with a roast chicken, twice his size, being placed down in front of him; surrounded by huge plates of food and glistening cutlery, Sammy can't keep in his giggle as his brother says grace. "We give these thanks and ask to bless, our fathers MASSIVE chicken breasts". The other father lightly whacks Dean with a wooden spoon before gently telling Sam to tuck in. As soon as the meat touches the boys lips he exclaims "This is so good! But I'm feeling real thirsty" The other Fathers smile wavers for a minute second but Sam doesn't notice, to enamoured by the drinks dispenser dropping down in front of him. "Of course, buddy, any requests?" After a pensive thought Sam responds, "A healthy smoothie?" Although he expects to be mocked by his brother, he finds the dispenser spinning around, holding his favourite beverage out in front of him. As the drinks lift Sam notices a birthday cake, peeking out from under his fringe he watches as candles light up and icing writes magically across the cake 'welcome home Sammy'. Said boy looks up sadly to his elders "I've never had a real home…" The other father warmly wraps a hand around the other Dean before speaking "we've been waiting for you kiddo." The other brother simply bursts into life as if he had just been pinched "yeah! It wasn't the same without you dude!" Sam looks a little sceptical before his father says "I know, how about we play around? What about some training in the rain" Noticing the impatient drumming of fingers on the table Sammy pipes up "but it's not raining?" with a shock a lightning strike streaks across the window behind them "See Sammy" the other father smiles "There will be the perfect mud for our perfect little boy, here it even will help with poison oak" the youngest tries not to recoil as the sticky brown stuff is smeared over his hands. "I-I'd love to stay home but I should be getting home to my other daddy…." Both imposters move towards the boy "but I am your other Father Sammy". Said child starts to back up "yes, I mean I know but I mean my other-other Father, you know, dad number one". The baby hunter holds up one finger to emphasise his point. "besides I think I should be getting to bed" Sam yawns, seemingly to bring attention to his point. "Of course, kiddo, it's all made up…" Sam tries to resist, but he's swiftly pulled up into his big brother's arms. "come on sleepy head…." Although his big brothers voice soothes him Sam can't quite help but be nervous. That is until he reaches his room. The walls are adorned in educational posters, shelves lined with books and a bunk bed all of his own! Dean climbs up laying down his little brother as his other father pulls up his blanket to his chin, eyes beginning to droop as they both whisper "See you soon".
A/N: Sorry it took so long guys, just started back at uni! Please please please review (I feed off of them)
Lots of love
Dixie xxx