Disclaimer: I've done it... I've run out of ways to say these awesomely hot guys aren't mine...

A/N: Howdy folks! Sorry this is a little late, but I wanted to finish the Thanksgiving one shot. And guess what-- I did! Haha, it's not that great, but it is a fun little story to read, and was pretty entertaining to write. Anyways, I'm tired, and want to sleep, so I'm gonna keep my chit-chat here to a minimum. I hope you enjoy this, and thanks for reviewing!

Title: Gobble Gobble
Genre: Kind of awww... and a little bit of humor.
Summary: Sort of a Wee!Chester story. Sam remembers a time when he was ten years old, and his brother showed him that he's not like everyone else.

Gobble Gobble

"Gobble, gobble."

"Shut-up Dean."

"Gobble, gobble," this was quickly followed by a short laugh from the elder brother.

"Shut-up Dean, or I will make you shut up," Sam threatened, though at the same time, a smile itched at his face.

Dean grinned widely, "Aww, c'mon Sammy, don't you remember?"

Twenty-three year old Sam stared a determinedly blank look at his older brother, "What do you think."

Dean's smile got bigger, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."…

-§-

"Dad!" Sam cried out, "I don't want Dean to go! All he's going to do is make fun of me."

"No he won't," John slipped on his jacket from the end table, "Because if he does make fun of you," he turned his attention now to fourteen year old Dean, who stood leaning against the wall, "he will find himself with a weeks worth of privileges taken away."

Ten year old Sam sat stubbornly on the chair sitting near the front door, "I'm not going."

"Sam," John sighed dramatically, "You have been looking forward to this play for the past month. I am taking off time from a hunt to go and see it. Now you will go."

Dean let out a small snicker as Sam stood grumpy to his feet.

"Hey Dean," John spoke as he opened the front door, "Remember that movie you wanted to go and see tomorrow night?"

Dean hesitated a moment, "Yeah?"

John headed towards the dark car sitting in the driveway, "Good. Now forget about it."

A half hour later John stood backstage at the elementary school-- Dean having already found a seat in the audience much too close to the front for his brother's comfort. Sam stood in front of his Dad wearing his costume for the staring roll in his elementary school play.

The turkey.

"Sammy, come on," John placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Cheer up. You were so excited about this last week."

"Yeah," tears brimmed in Sam's eyes, "But… then Dean said he wasn't going to go."

John paused, "Don't you want Dean to see?"

Sam silently shook his head. This shocked John; fore as long as he could remember, Sam and Dean had been close. Young Sammy was always following Dean around, and it was like Christmas day when Dean actually wanted to spend time with him. And now the younger brother was standing here, nearly in tears because Dean was going to the annual Thanksgiving Day play at his elementary school.

"Sammy," John spoke softly and bent down to Sam's level, "What's wrong?"

A small tear did come down Sam's face now, smudging the brown make-up that plastered his features. Patiently John waited for an answer; knowing how his son's worked.

"He'll laugh," Sam finally whispered out.

"Who?" John coaxed, "Dean?" Sam nodded, "Sam, Dean won't laugh at you."

"Yes he will!" Sam cried out, "I heard him. He-he said to his friends that it was stupid. I heard him… the other day. They said they were gonna laugh!"

John let out a small chuckle, "Sammy, Dean's not going to laugh. He was just talking to his friends-- like you do with your friends."

Sam's lower lip was still trembling, "…he will."

"He won't," John insisted, "Now, go and fix your make-up Sammy. Even Pastor Jim came out to see this," Sam opened his mouth to protest, but John interrupted him, "--and don't worry about Dean. You're brother isn't like that, and you know it."

Silently Sam nodded, and walked away to do as he was told. True to his fear, when Sam came out on stage near the middle of the play, not only was his Dad, Dean and Pastor Jim sitting very nearly the front row, but so was some of Dean's buddies. A sudden bout of nervousness bubbled up in the ten year old.

"Look! There's the turkey!" a small girl on the stage dressed as a pilgrim pointed at Sam, "Catch him before he gets away!"

Sam looked away from the audience, pulled his arms in and flapped them in his best turkey impression, "Gobble, gobble! You can't catch me! Gobble, gobble!"

The audience clapped loudly as Sam ran around the stage, the swarm of other fifth graders chasing after him in an animated showdown. Sam forgot about his fears as the rest of the play went on; right from the pilgrims setting up for the dinner, to Sam sneaking in a 'fake' turkey to replace himself, and then to the feast itself as all the kids sat at a large table, and pretended to eat.

Sam had the final line as he poked his head out from the side of the curtain and said loudly, "Gobble! Gobble!"

The curtain closed, and all the students walked to in front and bowed. Sam was in the center, and spread out his wings as he took his bow as the audience rose to their feet and clapped. As Sam exited the stage to the back, he was just beginning to feel proud of himself and wonder why he was worrying when he saw three of Dean's friends walk over.

"Hey Winchester!" one boy pulled his arms in and mocked Sam's turkey movements, "Gobble, gobble!"

This was followed by roaring laughter from the other two friends.

"Shut-up!" Sam shot out.

"What'sa matter?" the boy laughed, "Is the 'ickle turkey afraid?"

"I said shut-up!" Sam fumed.

This only made the boys laugh harder as the three began to dance around in a circle flapping their arms wildly.

"Gobble, gobble!"

Sam felt fresh tears burn at his eyes, and he was just about to run off and wait outside for his family, when there was a loud thump. Without even realizing what happened, a screech from one of his classmates entered his ears, and Sam looked over to see one of the boys which had been making fun of him was now laying on the ground.

"Wanna try that again Brice?"

A smile touched Sam's lips as he saw Dean standing over the boy.

"Dean," one of the other boys looked at Dean, "What are you doing man?"

"What am I doing?" Dean laughed out in disbelief, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You saw the play!" defended the third bully, "It was stupid!"

"Yeah, well so are you Kyle, but you don't see me mocking you," Dean spat out, "And trust me-- that would get a hell of a lot more laughs than you picking on a fifth grader. Not to mention my brother."

Brice pulled himself to his feet, "Damn Dean… you were laughing about this play the other day. What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, I laughed at it," Dean agreed, "We also laughed at the play that we did for the fall pageant! That doesn't mean you can be a god damn bully!"

The second boy walked up to Dean and shoved him, "You'll watch your mouth Winchester, or I'll make you."

"Try it," Dean threatened quietly as he pulled himself up to his full height, "Just try it Mike…"

Mike keep the gaze for a few moments before stepping back, "Seriously Dean… sticking up for kids like him. You're better off raising idiots."

"That's your Mom's job," Dean shot out, "Now just get lost, and if I see any of you messing with my brother again, I'll make sure it's the last thing you do."

The three kids walked away, and it was a long moment before anyone spoke.

"You didn't have to do that Dean," Sam broke the silence.

"Yeah I did," Dean objected turning towards his little brother, "Are you ok Sammy?"

Sam wordlessly nodded.

"I thought it was good," Dean shot out a smile, "When I was in your grade and we had a play, I was the person who got to baste the turkey. You? You got to be the turkey. I would have killed for that part! But you were way better than I would have been."

Sam smiled modestly, "Really?"

"Definitely!" Dean emphasized, "Dad and Pastor Jim thought so too! I was clapping so hard it hurt. See."

Sam looked down at Dean hands, and just as he did so, Dean stuck them out and began to tickle Sam in the side. Sam's giggle could be heard all backstage, and it was only when tears were running down Sam's face, and his voice came in gleeful gasps that Dean stopped.

"I would never do what they did to you," Dean then spoke seriously, "I wouldn't hurt you just because I thought it was funny."

"I know," Sam's quiet voice was followed by a question, "But Dean… I thought they were your friends?"

Dean wrapped his arm around Sam as they walked out to meet their Dad, "So are you Sammy…"

-§-

"Gobble, gobble!"

"Alright, seriously Dean," a smile had spread to Sam's face now, "You're asking for it."

"Really?" Dean egged Sam on, "What's the turkey gonna do?"

"This turkey," Sam slowly inched his way towards the counter, "This turkey is going to teach baster-boy a lesson."

It was in the split second that Dean let his guard down that Sam grabbed the bottle of water off of the counter in the hotel room. If the lid hadn't of been off, it wouldn't have been nearly as easy; however luck was on his side as Sam swung the bottle at Dean, soaking his brother in cold water.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cried out in shock as he swiveled towards Sam.

Sam grinned and spoke mockingly before bee-lining towards the bathroom door, "Gobble, gobble Dean."

The End.