Chapter 5

About ten minutes after Dean left Sam asleep on the couch, Sam partly opened his eyes to look around before cautiously raising his head to see that Dean and Bobby were busy in the office. He hadn't really gone to sleep but wanted Dean to think that. He slowly eased from the couch and snuck to the kitchen, pausing long enough to be sure he wasn't seen. Sam quickly moved to the back door and slipped out, closing it softly behind him.

The air was fresh and clean smelling, and he drew in several deep breaths before bending to tie the sneakers Bobby had given him to wear. They were a little big, but with socks on, they worked. He stretched his body and twisted back and forth getting a feel for it before stepping from the deck and jogging toward the path by the crushed vehicles.

Sam marveled at his long stride and how easily he lopped to the road that ran around the salvage yard. He paused for a moment, looking both ways before taking off running as fast as he could down the road, feeling the breeze blowing through his long hair. It didn't take him long to reach the garage and stopped as he caught his breath.

This body was amazing, and his ten-year-old mind was wondering why he couldn't keep it. What harm would it do to be this size? Yes, he couldn't go back to school like this but there were always online classes or home schooling so he could graduate high school.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he liked being bigger and stronger than Dean for a change. No matter how hard he tried, Sam was never able to measure up to Dean when he trained and he knew their Dad, hated it. He couldn't be the warrior that he wanted and that ate away at Sam's confidence.

Sam went in the side door of the garage and made his way to the back of the building where Dean and Bobby had put down some mats for a place to work out. There were some weights, a punching bag, and a few other items that Dean had used when they were here so he could train.

After picking up the largest dumbbells, Sam began to workout with them, feeling his muscles tighten as he lifted them. He looked at his arms seeing the muscles there and gasped in surprise. After a few minutes he put the dumbbells down and went to the bar Dean had put up to do chin-ups amazed he could pull himself up and down with little effort. This was so cool to young Sam and exciting that he could do something with ease Dean was not able to do.

Sam picked up a jump rope from a shelf and went to an area that was big enough and started jumping rope, slowly at first to get a feel of it and them speeded it up when he got his rhythm. After fifteen minutes of doing that, he slowed his jumping to cool down before stopping and putting the rope back. He felt great now that he was getting used to this body and wished he could do more. He knew Dean nor Bobby would let him shoot a gun or practice with a knife. They would think he was still too young, even though he bet he could do it.

After stepping from the garage, Sam glanced over at the parked cars by the building. Bobby had several of them running and strolled to the nearest one. He looked around like Dean was going to show up any minute and yell at him, but he was alone. He opened the driver's door and started to sit down but had to move the seat back so he would fit. He smiled as he ran his hand around the steering wheel thinking he had seen their father drive enough to know the basics of how to do it. Sam looked around in the car, in the glove box, over the visor, and in the ash tray to find a key that would crank the car.

Holding his breath, Sam inserted the key into the ignition and turned the engine over. It roared to life and settled into a grumbly growl as Sam smiled in excitement. He looked toward the house to see if anyone had heard him crank the car. When no one came outside, Sam thought it wouldn't hurt to drive it down the road and bring it back. There would be no one else around, so he didn't have to worry about that.

With bated breath, Sam put the car in gear and tapped on the gas to get it rolling and steered it onto the road toward the outbuildings. He kept the car in the middle of the road and tried not to oversteer as he rounded the curve. He smiled widely, thinking this would never happen in his other body. Hell, he wouldn't even be able to see over the steering wheel. He pressed on the gas a little harder making the car move faster down the road.

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Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, stretching and rolling his shoulders. He stood up to get the kinks from his body and glanced toward the living room to check on Sam. He frowned and moved to the doorway to look closer, seeing the couch was empty of his brother.

"Bobby, Sammy's not on the couch," Dean told him. "I'm going to look upstairs for him."

"Okay, I'll check the basement and kitchen. He couldn't have gone far."

Dean headed for the stairs and hurried up them to check all the rooms for his brother. He paused in their bedroom for a moment and checked the closet to be sure he wasn't there. Why he would be, he couldn't imagine but wanted to be sure. Once he was sure Sammy wasn't upstairs, he ran down the stairs and met Bobby in the kitchen.

"Didn't find him," Bobby said.

"Where would he have gone?" Dean asked looking around before heading for the backdoor. "Maybe he went outside, but why didn't he tell me?"

"You know your brother Dean, he's not always open about everything, even at his age."

"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean yelled from the back deck as he scanned the yard around the house. "Damnit! Sammy!" he hissed again when he didn't get an answer.

"Listen," Bobby told Dean, stopping him from stalking off. "Hardhead I said listen!" he growled to get his attention.

Dean huffed and did as Bobby asked, tilting his head when he heard what sounded like a car on the road behind the crushed vehicles.

"Is that a car?" Dean questioned, looking at Bobby. "Who's driving a car?"

"One guess," Bobby grunted.

"Sonovabitch…" Dean hissed. "What does he think he's doing? He can't drive."

"Come on, sounds like he's heading back to the garage where I have my cars parked." Bobby headed back into the house with Dean on his heels and out the front door. He headed for the garage, and they got there in time to see Sam pull a beat-up car up to the building and stop.

"Sammy! What the hell?" Dean fussed at Sam as he shut the engine off and got out of the car, looking guilty that he had gotten caught.

"I was careful," Sam pouted as he looked down at Dean's angry face staring up at him. "I just wanted to see what it was like to drive." Sam kicked at the gravel with the toe of his shoe as he bit his lower lip and tried not to get mad.

"Easy boy, there was no harm done," Bobby cautioned Dean. He could see that Sam didn't like Dean yelling at him and if he took a swing, things would not turn out well.

"Why? You're ten years old," Dean continued throwing his hands up in the air. "What else have you been doing?"

"Nothing," Sam mumbled, looking away. He didn't think Dean needed to know what else he was doing as he tried out this body.

"Don't disappear like that again," Dean insisted. "I was worried about you."

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered.

"Sam, how are you feeling?" Bobby asked. "Are you still in pain? Is your mind fuzzy?"

"No, I feel okay now. I guess resting helped with that, and the pills Dean gave me."

"That's good to hear son. Why don't we go back to the house and get something to drink? I could use a cup of coffee."

"Can I have a beer?" Sam asked innocently.

"In your dreams," Dean snapped. "You may look older, but you're not. The sooner you get that through your head the better. Now let's go," Dean insisted grabbing Sammy's arm only to be jerked back when Sam didn't budge, making Dean stumble into him. "Sammy?"

"I want to stay outside a little longer."

"And I want you where I can keep an eye on you."

"Dean, the boy's okay out here. That is if he doesn't do any more joy riding."

"I won't, I promise," Sam replied eagerly. "I just want to walk around is all."

Dean gave Sammy a hard look before turning on his heels and stomping back toward the house without another word. He didn't like that he couldn't control Sammy since he was bigger than him. He swore under his breath as he let himself back into the house.

"I didn't mean to make him mad," Sam offered as he watched Dean stomp angerly away.

"He'll get over it, son. I think you being bigger than him right now is bothering him more than he's letting on. You know he's looked out for you your entire life. He's always tried to protect you, and now with you being bigger than him, well, it's weighing heavily on him."

"I know, that's what Dad told him to do, but I can take care of myself. I'm not a kid anymore. I could take care of him," Sam offered excitedly.

"Just 'cause you're in a grownup body don't mean you know how to do grownup things, Sam."

"Bobby, what if what happened to me can't be changed? Would it be that bad? Look at all the things I can do now that I couldn't do yesterday."

"Don't let your brother hear you say that boy. He's doing everything he can to find out how to reverse this. I think he misses his little brother."

"I bet Dad would be happy," Sam mumbled kicking at the gravel again as he sulked.

"What makes you say that, Sam?"

"He's been training me along with Dean, but I'm never good enough. Dean is so much better than me at everything. I think I'm a disappointment to him."

Bobby studied the young man in front of him and saw how sad and discouraged he seemed. He knew John could be tough on them and since Sammy had learned about the supernatural, he was starting to train him too. He didn't think either of the boys should be hunting, but he had to admit Dean was a natural at it. He picked up on everything after only being shown once. Sammy on the other hand, was a sensitive, caring kid who wore his heart on his sleeve and was not cut out to be a hunter.

"Think of all the things you would be missing out on Sam. You wouldn't get the chance to grow and experience all that life has to offer. What about school? I know you enjoy that and you're so smart. You'd miss your first crush, and first kiss, first school dance, and what about your brother? He wouldn't get to see you grow up into this strapping young man."

"I guess," Sammy sighed. "It was just wishful thinking."

"I'm going to go check on your brother. Sam, you stay around close, okay?"

"Yeah, I will, I just want to enjoy this body a bit longer. You know."

"Don't be doing anything stupid son. I don't need you getting hurt."

"I won't Bobby," Sam said shyly, giving him a small smile. "I learned my lesson. No more joyriding."

"Alright then. Come on back inside when you're ready."

Bobby strolled toward the house leaving Sam on his own to wander around the salvage yard. He remembered a place that Dean set up in the rows of crushed vehicles when they had started staying with Bobby years ago. He headed for the backyard to see if it was still there. He had some thinking to do.

A/N: Sam likes being bigger than Dean and Dean is not happy about it at all. Will they be able to work it out? Thank you to any guests who left reviews. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I do like reviews/comments. NC