Innocuous Alternate Universe

B

Baby’s Day-Out

Sam woke up extra early today. He has been inside the bathroom fussing with how he looked for hours; but of course he was subtle about it. Dean couldn’t even tell that he was even nervous. But Sam is. Big time. Dean is sitting on his bed facing the bathroom door as he waited for it to open. The second it did and Sam’s face popped out of it, Dean beams him a big smile. And then he nods at the kid to come closer so he could check him out.

Two minutes later, Sam holds up both hands in mid-air, palm-up.

“And?” he asks Dean.

The older boy pats the space on the bed next to him. Sam immediately sat down and swivels in it to face Dean; his eyes bright and beaming—and expectant.

“And?” Sam asks again. “I look alright, right?” he flinches.

Dean smirks as he reaches in and ruffles Sam’s hair affectionately, after which he allows his hand to slide behind the boy’s head and cradle his baby’s nape in his hand. He looks at Sam in the eyes thoughtfully for a good several seconds before Sam’s cheeks pursed and he rolls his eyes up at his big brother.

“Dean, for the hundredth time--“ Sam started, “--it’s not what you think! I am just going with her to her lil cousin’s children’s party cause Todd doesn’t want to go and she can’t go by herself…it is not a date! And it’s Ricky, Dean--she’s just my friend. And SHE has a boy friend. His name is Steven. He’s a couple years older than I am.”

“For somebody that is JUST your friend, you sure know a lot about her.” Dean teased to which Sam moves his face away from Dean for. But he doesn’t get up. He remained seated next to his big brother. “Come on, Sammy--you and her make a cute couple! And who knows? Maybe when you come home later tonight, you’ll be more than friends? Huh?” he pumps his brows suggestively at Sam.

“Not likely, Deanie… I don’t find it nice to steal other people’s girlfriends!”

“Right?” Dean scoffs, “You just make out with them.”

“Throw that to my face why don’t you?” Sam grumbles under his breath petulantly as he pouts, facing the other way. That made Dean laugh and nudge the kid.

“Sammy, I’m kidding—you know that, right?”

“I guess…” Sam muffles.

“You guess?”

Sam turns to face him.

“I know.” He corrected himself.

“Hey, you have a good time, okay?” Dean takes Sam by the nape again. “And you take care of yourself. If you need me to pick you up or something, just call, alright, baby?”

“I’d like to take my car out for air this time, Dean. If it’s alright?”

“Of course, Sam…” Dean may have said that but after the kid told him he didn’t need the ride from him, the middle brother sort of felt a twinge in his chest. It was new for him. He felt disconnected to the kid right there. But he manages to put on his poker face though, effectively.

The clock read out on his watch was 8:30 am. Dean stood at the side walk as he watched the tail end of the mustang turn and disappear round the corner. As he walked back towards the house, Dean can’t help but nurse his chest.

‘He’s growin’ up, Dean.’ He tells himself as he sat at the top step of the front porch, ‘You now he needs this to be normal. You can’t hold on to the kid forever. It can’t be the same like before. You’ll still be brothers even if you don’t see much of each other anymore. And you know Ricky’s a good girl, right? She’ll take care of Sam…’ he nods after hearing himself say that. “Yeah, she’s a good girl…” he says out loud. “Ricky will take care of Sammy for me.”

Dean got up after a second and walks around to the side of the house. At the door, unbeknownst to Dean, Jake was listening to him. And the kid heard everything. As he watched his big brother’s back from where he was, Jake can’t help but feel the older boy’s pain.

‘Dean, you know Sam will still be around…even if he and Ricky hooks up.’ Jake is leaning against the wall next to the door. He sighs heavily. ‘You know he wouldn’t trade you for anything—or anybody…’

--

The black car just pulled over in front of the Williams’ front of the house. And the 14 year old could be seen skipping towards the vehicle. She was different looking from the last time Sam saw her. Her hair is let down this time, not in the usual pony tail or pig tails. And she is wearing a dress, not shorts or pants. Today, Ricky looks like a girl--real one; that Sam can’t help but stare at her.

She snaps her fingers in front of Sam’s face after she has sat next to Sam in the car for a good few seconds already. And the boy is still staring at her.

“Do I have milk moustache, Sam?”

Cue in Sam’s chuckles.

“No…I just can’t help but notice how different you look.”

She gives him a frown.

“I look awful, don’t I?” she blurts, “I told Todd this dress would make me look like a dork, but noooooo—he says it’s what girls wear. Normal girls…”

“You look beautiful.” Sam cuts in.

“It’s alright, Sam…” she began, “--you can start laughing now! I know I look horrible.” She pouts.

“No you don’t!” Sam touched a finger to the tip of her nose playfully, making her turn to face him. “You look beautiful.” And then he offers her the warmest dimpled smile she has ever seen on him.

Ericka felt her heart race. Their eyes met and stayed there for a few seconds before somebody came to the side of the door, passenger’s side and snapped them out of the trance.

“Hey, ladybug!” It was Todd, giving Sam final warning.

“Yeah, Todd?” he ducks towards the window, Ericka’s side.

As he was talking to Todd, Sam’s side of his face was a few inches away from Ericka. She could feel her heart beat race even faster. She was memorizing every detail on that side of Sam’s face right there.

‘Oh god, you smell so good…’ she swoons in her head as she took a whiff of the boy’s cologne—her eyes shut tight for better visualization. She wanted nothing more than to just grab him in a hug or anything at the moment. ‘I am so in love with you, Sam Winchester!’ she announces in her head.

That’s when she felt it. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Sam’s face, smiling at her after he just rubbed his nose on hers playfully.

“That’s what Eskimos do!”

Ericka turns to face Sam. They are a few blocks away from the party when Sam broke her daydreaming.

“What is?”

“Rubbing noses!” Sam answers her, he flinches, “Are you okay, Ricky? You look distracted. Are you feeling alright?” he touches her on the forehead. “You don’t feel warm. You want me to take you back home?”

“NO!” came the vehement response.

Sam chuckles.

“Okay…no need to be brutal…”

She can’t help but watch the boy while he drove. Sam looked adorable as usual. And happy. And Ericka wants that more than anything—to see Sam happy. Just as they were about to pull over, she saw a girl standing alongside the walk wave at Sam when they rolled by past her. And this same girl even followed them after the mustang pulled over along the curb.

“Who’s that?” Ericka’s brow raised. Sam turns to her while unbuckling his seat belt.

“Oh, that’s our neighbor. Siobhan.”

“Oh.”

Tap Tap.

Both Sam and Ericka turn towards the driver side window. Sam rolls down the window and that’s when the car gets to bask in her flowery scent, making Sam immediately start sneezing.

Inside the house, Sam is playing around with Todd’s lil cousins while a pair of eyes watched him from across the room. Mrs. Julia Williams just leans over and taps Ericka on the arm. She immediately blushed at being caught ogling at Sam.

“He seems nice.” The aunt started. “And he is Todd’s lil friend too?”

“Mmhm.” She answers, “And he IS nice, Aunt Tammy.” She sighs, “I really love him.”

“He likes you too, doesn’t he?”

“Mmhm.” She turns to her, “But he says he’s not ready yet…”

“Baby, you’re still young. Plenty of time to meet other fishies in the ocean.”

“But I don’t want other fishies, Aunt Tammy.” She swivels in her place to face Sam’s direction again. “I like that little jellyfish.” At that moment, Sam was just scanning the place for her. After he caught her, he waves at her. She waves back.

“Sweetie, when he’s ready…you’ll know. Just try and wait for him to make the first move, alright?”

“Duly noted, Aunt Tammy. Besides,” Ericka makes a face, “I still have a Steven in my life at the moment.”

--

An hour later, she found Sam at the driveway shooting hoops by himself. Ericka immediately challenges him. In half an hour, they are neck to neck in points; just as she was about to shoot the winning ball, Ericka trips and falls over. But something soft broke her fall though.

She falls on top of Sam, looking up at her, feigning breathlessness due to her weight on him. For a second Ericka got caught staring into Sam’s eyes, but after the boy pulls the face and the shallow breaths, it snapped her out of her musings again.

“Get up, you klutz!” she offers her hand to help Sam get up.

“You fell on me, princess--you’re the klutz!” Sam counters as he got to his feet. He is beating the seat of his pants just then when a car just rolls by and a car horn calls their attention.

“Ricky and Sammy, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g…first comes love, then comes marriage; then comes Sammy with a baby carriage!”

After the rude interruption, the Mac’s van drove off with Brandon Macallister laughter trailing off. The couple stood there next to each other with pink faces. It took them a couple minutes more before Sam clears his throat and turned to her.

“So…that was Brandon.”

That made her chuckle.

“We are so not good with this, are we?” she quipped. Sam smirks. “Do you want us to talk about this? Our little situation?”

“Well, if you want us to.” Sam says quietly.

Two minutes of silence and then,

“I love you.” She blurted it out. Sam had to swallow the lump in his throat as he tossed her a glance. They are both sitting on the steps, looking at the street. The party is halfway done inside but since they are not kids anymore--6 year olds, they opted to leave the cake to the midgets. “I really do, Sam.”

“I—I sort of know you do, Ricky.”

“Since the first day I met you, I have loved you since then.” She says quietly. “I really meant it that time when I told you and Todd I’d be marrying you someday.” She smirks.

“You did?” Sam himself manages to smirk at that recollection.

“Mmhm.”

“Rick--“

She looks at him.

“You know how I feel about you…its’ just that--there are still a lot of things I have to work on in my life right now. And knowing my luck…I just don’t want it to rub off on you.”

“I don’t believe in luck, Sam. Good or bad.” She reasons.

“It’s more complicated than that…there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. About my past—what I’ve been through. I like you, Rick—I think I’m even starting to love you--”

“Then what’s the problem, Sam?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

She takes his hand in hers.

“Why would you think that though? That you’ll be losing me?”

Sam looks at her in the face for a minute but breaks it off first.

“I’m not ready…I’m sorry…”

“I wish you’d just talk to me, Sam…” she gets up and walks around the side of the house to the garage. She wanted to hide from the boy that fact that she is crying. She had barely reached her destination when she finds herself spun around and the next thing was Sam was cradling her face in both hands. The boy is crying too.

And then Sam kissed her. She closed her eyes and kissed back. Several seconds later, Sam pulls away and looks her in the eyes, tears streaming down the sides of his face to which Ricky wipes away with her hand.

“Don’t hate me, okay? Please? I’m just not ready for anything…I’m barely keeping up with staying out of trouble right now, Ricky. I’m sorry…and I just don’t think that I love you, okay? Cause I do love you. I don’t want to lose you should you find out things about me…in my past. I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t, Sam…no matter what it is…”

“I want to be honest to you about everything…I do. Someday, Ricky I’m gon’na want us to talk. Just not right now. I hope you don’t take this against me?”

Ericka grabs the boy in a hug and didn’t let go for ages.

“I don’t.”

--

The mustang just pulled over at the driveway and in a few minutes Sam is sitting on the den couch next to Jake who is watching reruns of Oprah. The second Sam sat beside him, the littlest Winchester snuggles to his older half. Jake leans in and kisses the kid on the top of the head.

“Hey, I got you something back!” Sam announces. Jake beams.

“What is it?”

Sam plants him a wet one of the cheek and a nice warm hug. Before letting go, Sam manages to even ask Jake something.

“Do you like what I got you?”

“Who wouldn’t, baby? It’s a freebie from you!” Jake answers. Sam pulls away and sat back on the couch next to Jake. “How was the date?” Jake immediately teased.

“It wasn’t a date.” Sam sits up and narrows his eyes at Jake. “It was a birthday party for a 6 year old.”

“Which you went to with ERICKA…so it’s a date!”

“Whatever!” Sam would have gotten up only Jake grabs him by the collar. He landed back on his butt on the couch. “What was that for, Jake?” Sam elbows his twin lightly.

“I missed you the whole day, you know?” Jake reasons. Sam after hearing that, smiles. He wraps his arms around Jake’s arm and leans his head against the older twin’s shoulder. “Did you even miss me while you were out?”

“Um, no…” Sam bats, chuckling.

“Too busy smooching with your girl?”

“Not my girl, Jake…”

“Okay, busy smooching with another guy’s girl?”

--

The twins are in the kitchen getting water to drink when Sam asks about Dean’s whereabouts. That’s when Jake had to tell Sam about earlier. It wasn’t to make Sam feel bad about going out—it was more likely to prevent him and Sam fighting over him keeping it from him when it’s about Dean. So he spilled.

--

Dean is sleeping on his bed on his tummy, hugging a huge white pillow. He stirs after hours of sleeping the whole day. When he caught the clock on the wall, he read that it was time for dinner. As he was about to roll over on his bed, he felt an obstruction on his shirt at the small of his back. His head spun and he immediately caught that it was just Sam—sleeping, fisting a mile of Dean’s shirt in the tug.

‘I guess it was crazy of me to think I’d even lose you, huh, Sam?’ Dean says in his head to his Sammy. ‘Cause that’s never going to happen, is it…’

END

Epilogue.

Sam’s eyes fluttered open after almost an hour later. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around after he realized that he was without his snuggle buddy. He immediately was able to tell that he is alone after he felt his hand clutching a pillow and not Dean’s shirt anymore. Squinting and even rubbing his one eye with his knuckles, Sam lets out a yawn.

He heard the bathroom door click and open with Dean popping out next.

“Hey, hey, hey…good morning, sleepy head!” Dean started as his face breaks into a smile. Sam wrinkles his nose at his big brother after he saw Dean’s face breaking into a suggestive wide grin. The kid plops himself off his elbows back into the bed and drapes both arms over his face while managing to muffle from under there. Dean automatically finds that a cause for more teasing from his end. He jumps on the bed beside the kid, one elbow supporting his weight as he is turned to his side facing Sam. “So--“ he pokes the kid on the tummy, “—how was your date?”

Sam sighs out loud heavily to that and then he incoherently muffles something. Dean takes one of Sam’s arm from his face after he felt frustrated not being able to understand what Sam was saying to him.

“You were saying--?” Dean asks Sam, this time he is looking at Sam’s flushed face after the kid does remove his other arm from his face. “How did the date go?”

“Deanie…you could hardly call that a date. Like I told you—a million times earlier--it was a kid’s party I went to with Ericka. Besides, if I was going to take her out on a date one day, I would take her to some place where the main attraction isn’t the moon bounce.”

“Uh-huh?” Dean smirks.

Three beats.

“Whack—a--mole?” Dean blurts out.

“Absolutely!” Sam snaps his fingers to that. Dean swipes his palm to the kid’s face to that. The kid breaks into his chuckles. “Whaaat?” he whines as he rolls away from Dean’s reach and sat up, “I like whack-a-mole…you like it too, don’t you? It would be a hit!” Sam defended, making Dean laugh out loud.

Dean swung his legs to the side of the bed and heads for the door.

“Baby, what are you three? That game is lame, Sammy!” Dean narrows his eyes at the kid.

“No it’s not!” Sam is scrambling to get up.

“Uh, yeah it is!”

“If it was so lame, how come it took us hours to leave the Whack-a-mole booth at the school fair at the mall we crashed last week, Dean?” Sam gives the older boy his narrowed eyes. “I basically have to drag you out of there, dude!”

“WHAT?” Dean gasps. “That’s ridiculous! It took us hours at that booth because I was trying to get a hook up with the hot chick on the next booth!” he points at Sam. “Tall tales, Sammy! Don’t make up stories!”

Sam purses his cheeks at the middle brother as he just got up from the bed and shrugging out of his jacket. “Deanie, there was no booth next to the Whack-a-mole.”

“Yes, there was.”

“No, there wasn’t.”

“Sam, we could do this the whole night—but I’d rather we don’t. I’m really hungry, princess. And I stand behind finding whacking moles lame.”

Cue in the puppy dog look.

“Aww, Samm—don’t do the look--god!” Dean drops his shoulders and just had to admit to the crime. One dose of Sammy’s pursed cheeks which developed into his dewy puppy dog eyes was too much for Dean to resist. “Alright Sam, sure whack-a-mole is a hit with us—but that’s cause we both don’t have taste, baby!”

Sam chuckles to that, out loud. Dean is waiting by the doorway for him, the kid is looking for his slippers.

“Baby, I don’t think the things we both find fun to do would also be fun for her too, baby!”

“Why not?” Sam walks around Dean out the door, with the older boy holding it open for the kid. At the hallway, the two started walking down the hallway, running into Pierce walking in to his bedroom with a lollipop in his mouth. “We’re both fun people, Dean! Right? We know how to do fun! We’re party animals!”

“If by animals you mean worms!” Pierce scoffs out loud to that after eavesdropping on the two. Dean would have landed a playful punch on him too, only he was quick enough to dart out of the middle brother’s reach and disappeared inside his bedroom, even gloating behind the door incoherently.

“Hey, Dan?” Dean is standing outside Pierce’s door, with Sam beside him, snickering.

“Yeah?” Pierce answers from behind the door.

“Remember Kel?”

“I think I do.”

“The second you get out, he’ll be nothing more but a myth.”

“Really, Dean?”

“Yup. You won’t be finding him anymore.” Dean threatens.

They hear muffled noises from inside.

“Dan, “Dean knocks, “—you sobbing in there? You scared?”

“Uh, no--“ Pierce scowls. He is leaning against the door.

“We’re doing pay back, Dan!” Sam blurts out from out of nowhere, even making his voice deeper—like he is being serious, making Dean give him a surprised look. Behind the door, on the other side, Pierce too gave a surprised reaction to that.

That was a first from Sam.

“Is that Jake out there?” Pierce had to ask himself.

“What?” Sam asks Dean innocently in a lowered decibel.

“Alright, did you and Sam just switch bodies again, Jake?” Dean snarls in a whisper. “Is that you in there?” he even manages to take the kid by the jaw and look him in the eyes; their faces an inch from each other. “Cause my Sammy is spineless… and that didn’t sound spineless…at all.”

Sam chuckles. Dean lets go. He’s sure it’s his Sammy.

“Hope you said your goodbyes to your brother, Danny boy—cause he’ll soon be a fairytale.”

“Myth, Dean.” Sam corrected his big brother in a whisper. They could hear Pierce chuckling behind the door.

“Oh god Dean, you are hopeless!” Pierce gloats, “Who’s Kel going to be? One of the dwarves or Cinderella?”

“What?” Dean turns to Sam and whispers, “I was going for Legend…” he scolds himself. Sam meanwhile is chuckling at him. Dean growls at him. “We could arrange that, dude--“ he says out loud to Pierce.

“Whatever, Dean--good luck with that, alright?“ Pierce calls out to him and Sam. “Cause you sure need it…in making my brother disappear and all.”

“He’s awfully cocky--“Dean questions as he turns to Sam who immediately agrees with him. “Hey Dan?”

“You’re still out there you two?”

“No.” Dean answers. “We’re actually down stairs using the intercom.”

“Danny?” Sam calls out to his big brother.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Kel is in there with you, isn’t he?” Sam asks. Dean purses his cheeks even before he heard Pierce’s response which is laughter before a big resounding ‘yes.’ Pierce’s eyes wandering to his twin on the long couch, sleeping.

“Oh he’s getting good.” Dean had to comment as he and Sam are walking down the stairs.

“He sure is, Deanie.” Sam agrees. “He has a good tutor.”

Dean cockily pumps his brows at Sam who rolls his eyes at him.

“Evilness is usually not something to be proud of, Dean.”

Dean punches the boy playfully on the arm.

They both caught the Stahl brothers in the den with Eloise and DJ, having a scary movie marathon. They all just had dinner an hour ago with the exception of Dean who waited up for Sam so they can eat dinner together.

--

Inside the kitchen, they walk in on Jake in there by himself--eating a bowl of cereal, without the milk. Sam sits across the counter top from his twin. Dean right next to the littlest Winchester, both are giving him stink eyes.

“What?” Jake, he asks innocently.

The two eye the cereal and then back to Jake’s face.

“Guys, I feel like I’m being undressed with those stares—seriously, quit it!” Jake snaps. “Why are you both looking at me like I did something really really wrong? I have been good. I have been restrained. I have been haved. I haven’t left the house even—so I can’t have done anything wrong.”

“Didn’t you just eat dinner?” Dean asks him.

“I’m a growin’ boy, dude. It’s not a sin to eat when you’re hungry.” Jake reasons.

“Were you hungry?” Sam asks.

“Well, no--“

“Then that makes you a glutton, piglet!” Dean blurts out. “In two days, with the rate you eat and this one—“refers to Sam beside him, “—DO NOT? There’ll be one less set of doppelgangers running around in this house.”

“I don’t get fat, Dean.” Jake defended, “Don’t have it in me. I’m not worried.”

“Jake, your cheeks are a bit puffier than mine…”Sam butts in.

“Shut up, Sam!” Jake chucks a cereal chip at Sam, hitting the kid on the nose. Sam immediately reacts with a chuckle.

“Hey, piglet--86 the food fight!” Dean points at Jake.

“I.am.not.fat!” Jake growls. “Stop calling me piglet!”

“Okay, okay I won’t call you piglet anymore…” Dean holds up both hands in mid air.

“Thank you.” Jake acknowledges.

“What about porky?” Dean blurts out, with a serious face.

The people at the den heard Sam laughing out loud to something in the kitchen. No sooner has that happened when the swinger bustles open with Jake coming out, huffing, bowl on hand and a spoon in his mouth. He props on the couch and snuggles next to Eloise, while eating.

“What happened in there?” Eloise asks him.

Jake, in between chewing furiously wore a big frown on his face.

“Guys, I need your honest answer, okay? No bullshit…” he started. Everybody looks at him and nods. “Am I fat?”

Sam and Dean who were listening from inside the kitchen laugh on mute to that, even doing high fives in there. Several minutes later, Dean who is sitting beside Sam turns to the kid.

“Hey Sam--“

“Hm?” Sam looks up and meets his big brother’s eyes while eating his dinner.

“I’m sorry…” Dean’s voice trails off.

“What’s the apology for, Dean?”

Dean took a few minutes to tell Sam what the apology was for. It was not easy for him to do at all, but the whole day, he felt every bit guilty for feeling disconnected to the kid just because Sam refused the ride from him. He was so use to Sam being dependent on him, he’s not ready to let go yet.

Sam places his hand over his big brother’s that is on top of the counter.

“Dean, I still have a lot of growing up to do. And even if I’m already grown up—I’d still be around. For as long as you need me to be, Deanie--I’ll be around. You really don’t have to worry about losing me. Since that’s never going to happen even if I someday do get a girl of my own.” Sam gives the older boy a nod, “Everything will always come second to you, Dean.”

“Yeah?” Dean squints.

“Dude, you already know that!” Sam bats with a nose wrinkle.

“Yeah well I just thought I wanted to hear it every once in awhile!” Dean’s face breaks into a wide grin as he stretches his back.

“Couldn’t you have just asked me?” Sam asks him.

Dean’s response, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Pierce’s face pops in the swinger, he glares at Dean.

“What?” asks the middle brother innocently, over his shoulder.

“Why did you have to bust us, man?”

“Don’t know what you mean, dude…” Dean answers. Pierce walks in the kitchen.

“What’s going on, Danny?” Sam joins in.

Pierce sighs, “Jacob.” He started.

“Yeah, what about the lil chubby?” Dean asks with a serious face. Sam gives him a glare for that.

“Why did you have to call attention to his weigh lately, man?” Pierce whines.

“I was kidding…”

“We were stuffing that kid on purpose, Dean!” Pierce stomps his feet, “He was supposed to be this year’s St. Nick—now you blew it! He’s working out again tomorrow thanks to you!”

“St. Nick, huh?” Jake growls as he was blocking the swinger. He heard every word spoken by Pierce.

END

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Baby’s DayOut

Reprise.

Jake bustles inside the kitchen and heads straight for the person doing the dishes in the sink the conventional way, that is without the use of the dishwasher. After which when the older half of the younger twin set did get alongside this particular person, he lands him a big hug from behind and then before pulling away, even manages a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow, I wonder what you’d actually do to me after I give you what you have been bugging me to give you on our birthday, Jakey-boo?” Sam blurts out, giving his older half the eye. “Cause this is just way too much!” the kid finishes in reference to how Jake is acting around him. “And this is just for taking your turn to wash the dishes for you.” Sam shakes his head to further tease his brother.

“Yeah well, if you must know Sam…” he leans against the sink next to Sam and looks around the kitchen before turning his gaze back to Sam, he lowers his voice while leaning in towards the younger boy, “…I have a date.”

“Really--you have a date?” Sam raises a brow curiously.

“Hush, Sam…” Jake slaps the younger kid on the back lightly.

Sam lowers his voice, “Sorry.” He looks towards the swinger then averts his eyes back to Jake, “Really? You have a date? Tonight?”

Jake nods cockily. “Yup!”

“With who?”

"I don’t know yet now but I am pretty sure I'll find one in a while--and I'm sure she'll be really hot!”

"Right. You'll snag a date with a chick with a fever?"

"Fun-ny." Jake punches his twin on the arm lightly for that. Sam rolls his eyes in retaliation and then elbows his twin.

“Dude, would you get out of here??” he tells him off, “I can’t concentrate with you being all bouncy around me.”

“Sam, I really am going on a date, believe me?” Jake defended, “What—you think you’re the only one who could get a date?”

“Jake, like I keep telling you guys--it wasn’t a date, alright?” Sam exasperatedly explains, “It was a—“

“Birthday party for a 6 year old, blah blah blah….” Jake finishes mockingly while getting his back off from leaning against the sink. “Tell me something I don’t know, princess! No matter how you sugar coat it, baby…what happened between you and Ricky was a date, brother.” Jake places an arm around Sam’s shoulders, “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you… I just sort of forgot…”

“What is it?” Sam’s attention goes back to the plate in his hands. “If it’s going to be personal? I’m not gon’na answer you, okay?”

“Really? Why not?”

“Well, for one—it’s personal. And two,” he looks Jake in the eyes, “…we’re almost turning 17 in a few months, Jake. We’re no longer gon’na be kids by then, man. Sure we’re twins, we share probably anything and everything between us—we don’t even have secrets from each other. But that’s all gon’na have to change in a few months, Jake. Cause like I said, we’re not going to be kids anymore. And what better timing to start putting a boundary between us if not now, right?”

Jake pulls away and looks Sam in the eyes. That caught him aback—hard. He looked resentful even. And that’s when Sam’s face breaks into a chuckle.

“Are you okay, Jake?” Sam dries his hands on his apron before he snaps his fingers in front of his twin’s face.

“Sam, what boundary are you talking about? Just cause we’re turning a year older in a few months that it means we have to put up a wall between us? That we have to start keeping secrets from each other? In what world does that law even apply, man? I don’t like that law…I really really don’t!” Jake frowns and pouts, big time, crossing both arms across his chest as he faces Sam, intimidatingly.

Sam looks at his twin thoughtfully for a few seconds before he reaches his hand in and places it on Jake’s shoulder.

“You should see your face right now, Jakey!” Sam blurts and then he busts out in chuckles, “I’m kidding! You know we don’t keep secrets from each other, dude! Not even if we turn a thousand years old!”

“So, you were just kidding just then?” Jake has to ask his baby twin. “Really?”

“Mmhm…” Sam nods with a big smile to assure Jake, “I was kidding.”

Jake’s hand suddenly shot out as he shoves his twin on the shoulder, making Sam step back a foot.

“god, you almost got me there, you prick!” Jake snaps. Sam immediately nurses his shoulder and does his own version of a puppy pout.

“That hurt, Jakey…” he muffles. Jake grabs the kid by the apron strap and hugs him.

“Sorry, Sam…” he started, “…but you started it. You scared me, you know? For awhile there I thought that I was actually going to lose you on our birthday. You really did, Sam. I thought I was gon’na lose you. I really did.”

“Alright, what’s going on in here?” Dean calls out in declaration of his presence in the kitchen, he just came in from rounding up Sam’s meds from the med cabinet in the den. He eyes the hug, “Porklet, what did you do?”

Jake pulls away and glares at Dean.

“You know, you should really get your corneas checked, Dean!” Jake bats, “Cause there is not an ounce of fat in me--whatsoever!” he even pinches on his belly and his sides. “I am as fit and buff as…” he goes thinking mode, “…you!”

“Oh you lie!” Dean scoffs, “Nobody is as fit and buff as me, especially not—YOU!” the boy walks around the counter and perches on the stool behind the counter top across the room from the twins. “Right, baby?” he asks Sam. And of course, Sam agrees. Jake shoves his twin.

“Whaaat?” Sam whines, chuckling. “You know I’d always say yes to him. That’s what I do, Jakey-boo!” he further reasons while going back to finishing the dishes.

“Whatever!” Jake grumbles as he heads for the kitchen back door, “Anyways, you guys--I’m off for now, alright? Should you two be wondering where I’ll be…just—don’t. Cause I don’t even know where I’ll be yet. But it will come to me once I get there.”

Dean smirks at the kid’s ramblings as he and Sam watched the older half of the twins just grab the door open. He turns to face them before he steps out.

“You’re driving up to the Macs with the ridiculous pretense to see Juju, aren’t you? When I fact you’re there to see the mommy?”

“You want to see Mrs. Macallister?” Sam butts in, he doesn’t even feel the need to turn to face them. He is still busy with the dishes he is washing.

“Ew, Sam. Juju’s mommy is Brenda, genius!” Jake growls vehemently. Dean laughs to this.

"I was just messing with you, Jake... "Sam chuckles.

Jake then turns to Dean after making a face at Sam.

“How did you know I was driving up to the Mac’s to see her, Dean?” Jake asks, he is still at the doorway. “Did mind-reader over there,” referring to Sam, “…lend you his ability or something?”

“Yeah, he did.” Dean answers. He is fixing up all of Sam’s pills onto the table. Jake closes the door and walks back towards the counter next to Dean.

“Really?” he asks incredulously, Jake looks at Sam’s back of the head.

“No.” Dean blurts. They both hear Sam chuckle to himself over that.

“I heard that, Sam!” jake calls out to the kid, Sam turns to them and smiles. He doesn’t say anything. He resumes with the dishes again.

“So, what’s going on between you and B?” Dean flicks the older twin on the nose, “You and Brenda starting up something again?”

“I’m just dropping by for a visit, really.” Jake sighs, “And then I’m kind’a hopin’ we could go catch a movie after.”

“I see.” Dean nods. “Well, good luck…”

“Thanks, Dean.”

Jake is already halfway out the door when he hears his baby twin call out to him.

“Bring me something goo-oo-ood!” Sam even sings the last part for him, smiling all warm and cheerfully at him. That immediately made the older twin’s heart smile as he nods at the kid before eventually going out.

“Love you, guys!” he calls out from outside the door.

“We love you back, Jakey-boo!” both Sam and Dean call out. ”Good luck!”

Jake shakes his head musingly as his face breaks into a smile after he hears that from where he is outside. He felt all warm and fuzzy too.

‘That feels real nice…’ he mimics it in his head.

--

Dean takes over the dishes, washing them, while Sam is reshuffled to drying them. He is perched on the sink counter just a few feet from Dean. It has been over half an hour when Jake left and a few minutes after Kel and Pierce brought into the kitchen more items to wash.

“Dean…”

“Yeah?”

“Ricky told me she loves me…” Sam is toying with the dish rag in his hands, his legs swinging under him, making look way younger than his age; his eyes are avoiding Dean. “…and I told her I do too.” His voice trails off and his reddened cheeks suggests that he is blushing.

“So, does that mean you two are a couple now?” Dean asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. He is happy for the kid thought, despite the twinge in his chest as he awaited Sam’s response. “Is my baby getting married soon?” he decided to go about it teasing Sam.

“Like I told her the last time…” he jumps off the counter and takes the plate Dean handed to him, “…I’m not ready yet.” He flinched, “I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready, Dean.”

“Sam, hey--look at me…“ Dean takes the plate Sam was drying up and puts it down, he wipes his hand and makes the kid look him in the face, “….look at me, babe?”

Sam does.

“You’ll just know when you’re ready, Sammy. You don’t have to fret about it. It will just come to you. So don’t you worry about it, okay?” Dean places a hand on the kid’s shoulder, “I promise you, it will come. It will just come.” He assures the kid, “And Ricky is a good girl, she’s an awesome lil chick. You know that and even I know that! Hey, I even think she’s the right one for you, baby!” Dean takes Sam by the chin to make him look him in the face since the kid looks away after he says Ricky’s name, “When that day comes when you find yourself ready, you can be sure that this girl will be right there--waiting.”

“Dean, I don’t want to lose her should she find out about my past.” Sam muffles, “She doesn’t deserve somebody like me, Dean.”

“Are you kidding me, baby? She’ll be really lucky should you two end up together! You’re a good kid--and the things in your past doesn’t make you who and what you are, so don’t go there, baby…don’t.” Dean cradles the kid’s face in his hands, “And Ricky says she loves you, doesn’t she?”

Sam nods.

“Then that won’t matter to her, Sammy. Just as it didn’t matter to me—to all of us what happened in your past.”

“Dean, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, baby….what is it?”

“After you—“ he tries looking away but Dean doesn’t give him avenue to, “…Deanie, after you found out about what happened to me then--in the valley? Did you, did you feel repulsed by me? Did you think I’m dirty?”

“No.”

“Not even a bit?”

“Not even.” Dean tells him straightway. And by the looks on Dean’s face, Sam can read that his big brother is being sincere and truthful.

“That’s cause you love me, right?”

“Mmhm, and it’s because none of what happened was your fault, baby.”

“You think Ricky will still accept me should she find out about my past, Dean?”

“With open arms, baby!” Dean answers him; his hand cradles the kid’s nape.

Sam sighs contentedly and then he hugs Dean.

“Just like you did, huh Dean?” Sam asks near his big brother’s ear.

“Yatzee!” Dean hugs the kid tighter.

“Deanie…”

“Hm?”

Still hugging the kid,

“You’re always gon’na be number one…no matter what. I promise.”

“It goes both ways, baby…” Dean answers next to Sam’s ear, “…it goes both ways…I promise you that too.”

END

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Big Brothers In The House

Sam is doing his homework on the counter top. Jake is across him doing his own too. Dean and Pierce just come in from the den to grab themselves sodas from the fridge. They eye the twins that are too busy to even look up and notice them. And since Dean is the type that actually can never stand being ignored, he needed to call attention. And so he props on the sink counter a few feet from Sam and swipes the dish rag hanging from the hook on the wall and chucks it at his little brother.

“Hey Deanie!” Sam manages to say but doesn’t even look up. He kept on with his homework.

Pierce shrugs his shoulders at the inanimate response from Sam to Dean.

“That’s it? Hey Deanie?” Dean scowls.

Sam looks up.

“Hey Deanie—how are you?”

“Forget it, the moment’s gone, Sam! What are you doing anyways? You and Jake have been in here all day? It’s a Friday!” Dean jumps off the counter and walks over beside Sam to check on what the kid was even doing. “Book report on Pride and Prejudice?” He read from off the top of the notebook Sam was currently writing on.

“I have to finish this by today, Dean. I’m sorry haven’t been hanging around the house lately.” Sam tells his big brother. “But Dan isn’t busy. Why don’t you hang out with him for awhile?”

“He’s no fun!” Dean gives Pierce narrow eyes.

“I could pretty much say the same thing about you, man!” Pierce just got alongside Jake and reads what the older twin was writing. “Book report on—let’s see….the same book!” The older boy gives Jake a look, “Why don’t you two just copy off each other?”

“Because, we do not practice cheating! That’s why!” Jake elbows his big brother away. “Don’t hover, man! I can’t finish this with you blocking my air!”

“See, these two may look similar but my lil monkey here is more retrained than that one!” Dean points out.

Sam looks up at Dean’s face with a glare.

“We’re not monkeys, Dean.”

“Don’t worry Sam, it makes them bigger monkeys since they’re our big brothers! The bigger the monkeys the uglier they get! ” Jake defended which made Sam chuckle.

“Whatever!” Dean scowls. “Hey Sam—“

“Hmm?” Sam manages to answer without even looking up.

“Remember when we use to call Jake a baby grouch?” Dean asks his little brother.

“No—“ Sam says but quickly looks up and caught Dean’s eyes, he smirks, “—yes!”

“Baby grouch?” Pierce joins in as he sits beside Jake, even manages to ruffles he older twin’s hair but even that doesn’t budge Jake from his writing.

“Yeah, I mean I remember mom placing both of them on the floor after she’d given them baths—and she would get to tickling them. Sam here would be all over the place but Jake? He’d just topple to his side and stay in that position til mom gets him to sit up again. His face? Emotionless! It’s creepy!”

Sam chuckles.

“See what I mean?” Dean ruffles Sam’s hair.

“So I’m a depressed baby, big deal! Sue me!” Jake blurts out.

“Depressed baby? You were depressed at two? What would you even be depressed about?” Pierce scoffs."All you got to do then was eat, poop and sleep?"

“Well, maybe I foretold the future to myself and saw that I’d have horrible big brothers when I’d grown up—don’t you think that would have made me depressed?” Jake tells them off, “Seriously, Dan! Move! You’re crowding me!”

“See that?” Dean points out. “That’s the exact same attitude he had as a baby. “Oppressive and depressed!”

“Not even a tickle makes him budge?”

“Not even! I guess his tickle senses weren’t developed yet that time—or Sam got it all or something.” Dean reasons. “Right, baby?”

Sam just smirks and shakes his head. Pierce meanwhile grins widely as he gets up and was inches in latching onto Jake’s side.

“Daniel I swear to you—touch me and you’re dead!” Jake threatened.

“Leave him alone, you guys!” Sam speaks up.

“Come on, Dan? Let’s find something better to do around the house!” Dean calls out to Pierce and in seconds later, they did leave.

Sam lifts his head and looks at Jake after a few minutes.

“You’re gon’na ask me why, aren’t you?” Jake beats him to it.

“Yeah…”

“Sam, we were two…I didn’t even know the definition of funny!”

“You didn’t need to know the definition, Jake. You see something funny, you feel a tickle—it’s automatic! You laugh! Or were you broken? Maybe you got dropped?”

“Maybe you got dropped? The littlest things make you laugh--even a dust bunny? What IS UP WITH THAT?” Jacob scowls. “The screws have come loose in your head, baby! Cause a dust bunny is NOT funny! Oh and the glass with a bear on it? Dude, you laughed at that too!”

Sam pouts.

“It’s funny to me.”

“It’s not to everybody else! So maybe mom dropped you! On your head too!”

“No she didn’t. She dropped you! You hit you head twice!”

Just then Sam’s face got hit with a balled-up pierce of paper and at the same time Jake also got hit with one. And that’s when they realized what they did. They accidentally crumpled their book reports.

“Oh man??” Sam whines.

“Damn it! Now we got to start over!” Jacob echoes, “Great going, Samuel!”

“Me? You’re the one who called me abnormal!” Sam mutters resentfully.

“Oh yeah? Well you called me broken!”

“I didn’t!”

Behind the door, unknown to the twins were the two older boys mischievously sitting against the wall on the floor, drinking sodas.

“Wow, you’re right! Nothing beats messing those two up!” Pierce tells Dean.

“Nothing beats reality TV! Kind ‘a like Big Brother, huh?” Dean pumps his brows at Pierce and then they snicker at more bantering coming from behind the kitchen swinger.

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Bonding, according to the Winchy Twins

“You’re letting me drive?” Sam went wide-eyed after he caught Jake’s keys when the older twin tossed it to him. They had just gotten out of the front door just then. Jake gave Sam a big warm smile in response and then a nod.

“Why not? Just don’t—don’t get us into any accident, alright? Or Dean is going to kill me…the guy actually thinks you’re as fragile as Gram’s china.” Jacob walks ahead of Sam towards his parked silver car.

“Alright!” Sam gives a victory cry as he cheerfully darts for the driver’s side. The second they got behind the wheel, he turns to Jake, Hey Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know that this is the first time I’ve actually driven a real car?”

Jake gave him a big confused look at that.

“Hold up, what do you mean by that?”

“Just exactly what I mean, Jakey. This is actually my first time to drive a REAL car…for real. I usually just get the sims.” Sam puts the key in and started the engine.

“You are joking right?” Jacob gives a bitter smirk as he puts on his seat belt. “You know how to drive and you’re just messing with me. That’s what you’re doing.”

Sam pulls them out of the driveway with a big screech then he stops long enough to give Jake a big smile.

“Nope…I’m serious. My first time!”

“WHA--“Jake’s jaw dropped and wasn’t even able to utter another word to stop Sam since the next thing was, before he knew it they are at the mall parking lot.

--

SSSSCCCCCRREEEEEEECCCHHH!

The same way they pulled out of the driveway was the same way they pulled over—with a screech. Jake scrambles to get out of his seat belt and out of the car in one fluid nervous motion.

“LAAAAND!!” He gets down on his knees and kissed the parking lot flooring which after he did, he gets up and checks himself. “But am I still in one piece?” he asks himself out loud as he is checking his extremities. It’s obvious that he is pale cold. “Two arms, two legs…one head--ribs intact--good! I AM alive!”

“You okay, Jake?” Sam asks as he got alongside Jake, right after locking the doors. Jake turns to Sam and without warning; he slaps the kid on the back of the head after grabbing the keys from the kid’s hand.

"Ow..." Sam softly muffles a whimper.

"You--are a crazy person!" Jake shoves him. "I think I left my soul in 34th, Sam!"

The kid's response to that-- is a chuckle.

The littlest Winchester is nursing his nape as he walks ahead of Jake but he is still chuckling. The older boy may have had just slapped him silly on the back of the head the second they pulled over but Sam chalks it up to Jake’s nervous breakdown—not actually meant to be taken personal.

“You okay now?” Sam asks again as he waited up for Jake to get alongside him.

“I think I lost my balls back there somewhere…” Jake scowls as he shoves Sam lightly by the chest. “And you’re gon’na have to help me find them later…”

Sam chuckled out loud at that. As they were walking in the arcade, Jake noticed though that Sam is still nursing his nape. He reaches in and nurses his younger twin’s nape for him.

“Did I hit you too hard?”

“No, it’s okay…don’t worry about it.” Sam turns to him. But he allows the older boy to nurse his back of the head anyways.

--

They stood by the entrance of the arcade and gave each other the eye.

“Wow! Just the two of us! You and me, Sam!” Jacob started out loud; ‘NO DEAN AROUND!’ whispers the end part about Dean. He loves Dean, he loves his brothers—in a short span of time that he has been around them—he has come to love them all—even Dean. But he’s always around Sam.

Jake hasn’t spent time with his twin long enough without Dean being around. So right now—with Eloise actually stepping up and talking Dean into letting the twins have their male bonding Winchy ritual--the kid just wants to make the most of it.

“Yeah, you and me, Jake!” Sam flashes him a big warm smile as he gives the older twin a pat on the back.

“What do we play first?” Jake asks Sam.

“What are you good at?”

“Oh let’s see--EVERYTHING! How about you?”

“You sound vaguely familiar…”

“Really?” Jake asks Sam as the younger twin heads for the basketball game machine.

“Yeah, like someone I know.”

“Man??”

Sam hears Jake whine as he found a spot beside Sam on the game machine.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you please not get him into this day, Sam? Just this day? One day?” Jacob started, “This is MY day with you--he gets to spend everyday with you…this is supposedly my day…” whines petulantly. Sam is looking at him funny.

“Alright, what are you talking about?”

“Can Dean not be here, Sam?”

“Dean’s here?” Sam actually swiveled in his seat in front of the machine at the mention of Dean’s name.

“See? That’s what I mean…” Jacob leans back on the seat and went sulking.

“DO you have a problem with Dean? What’s--Jake what’s wrong with you? And Dean’s not even here--”

“He is not here—but he is in there—“jabs Sam’s temple lightly.

“So?”

“Can’t I be in there too?”

“You are!” Sam smirks, “What is going on with you?”

“Sam, I’m asking for one day to bond with you and you go comparing me to him…can you not think of Dean even for just a day? You’re with me--”

“I can’t do that! Dean’s my brother--our brother. I’m bound to think of him. I can’t keep myself from doing that just like when I’m thinking about you and Ted—and grama, gramps and daddy!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you think of me, too…”scoffs Jake in his sarcastic tone as he started playing.

“I do…and when have I compared you to Dean?”

“Just a minute ago!”

“Hmmm…” scrunches his forehead to think, “No, I don’t remember I did…”

“You told me I remind you of someone…”

“Oh that?” Sam chuckles.

“It’s not funny, Sam…”

“I meant Todd, Jake…he always claims to know everything! Dean doesn’t need to say that--he just does!” Sam says proudly but quickly flinched after having said that. “Sorry…hey, you were the one who brought Dean up! NOT ME!”

“Alright…alright!” Jacob sits up, “…no Dean from now on, deal? Just for this day, Sam? Please? Just us!”

“Okay…deal!”

The twins spent the whole day playing each of the games at the arcade; even running into Henry and Alyssa in one of them. They also met some chicks that Jake messed-around with behind Sam’s back when he sent the younger twin for bottled water.

On the way to the parking lot, Sam has his arm around Jake’s shoulders the whole time while Jake’s also has his around Sam’s back.

“So this was fun?” Jake started.

“Yeah, it was…we should do this once in awhile, huh?”

“Yeah, too bad it’s just a one-time deal, though. Dean made sure of that…he only said yes to this because Ted told him so.”

“I can talk to Dean, Jake. If you want us to do this again—he won’t mind.”

“Uh-huh—and him calling you three times the whole day isn’t because he minds?”

“Three times, Jake…you know Dean normally calls me almost every half an hour, don’t you? So, three times isn’t that bad…”

“Yeah, I guess…but you talk to him, okay?”

“Deal!”

Before they eventually reached the car, Jake pulls away from Sam and turns him towards him.

“What’s—what’s going on?”

“Sam--“

“What’s wrong?”

“I-uh--I just want to say thanks for keeping your word…”

“Which is what exactly, Jake?”

“Our no Dean deal…”

“Oh…”Sam smiles, “No problem, Jake.”

“Thanks, Sam…I appreciate it.” takes Sam by the face in both hands.

“Thanks too, Jake…for wanting to spend time with me.”

“Sam, only crazy people won’t want to spend time with you.” the older twin ruffles Sam’s hair playfully. “I’m not one of them…”

Sam gives Jake a big warm smile before he pulls him in a quick hug.

“You know what Jake? Maybe if we didn’t grow up apart we’d have been here everyday too, huh?”

“Yeah, I bet…” Jake fishes for his keys and tosses them to Sam.

“You still want me to drive after I almost gave you my heart condition earlier?”

“Doesn’t matter, Sam--I had a great time with you, today!” Jake quickly tells Sam with a big smile on his face as he got in the passenger seat. Sam felt warm and fuzzy after hearing that.

“Thanks, Jake…I had a great time with you too!”

‘Sweet kid…’ Sam assesses of his older twin.

Inside the car, as Jake is watching Sam walk around to the driver’s side, ‘Sweet kid…’

Before he gets in the car, Sam carefully slips into his jacket pocket the bag of M&M’s for Dean.

C

Clark Kent Dilemmas

When he woke up this morning he was all excited and happy. He just woke up from a dream where he was obviously with the girl he has been pining after since like forever, since like he was 5 or 6. Practically since the first time they’ve seen each other in preschool.

He just got down the stairs and headed to the kitchen for a gulp of milk which he took a swig of from right off the bottle much to the aghast of his mom who just caught him in the act and gave him a quick pinch on the side playfully making his son giggle since he actually was ticklish; “And where did you learn your manners, young man?”

The smiling face of his charming son just met the warm lady of the house with a: “From a farm!” That actually made his mom chuckle softly. “Oh, honey…there’s food in the cupboards for your dinner later. No pizza’s alright?” She just took her son’s face in both hands and plants a warm kiss on his teenage son’s cheeks.

“Okay, mom. Have a great day at work!” The boy calls out after her as she grabs her briefcase from on top of the counter top and then towards the door.

“Love you!” Added the boy.

“Love you!” She calls out in return from outside the door.

Jonathan Kent just came down the stairs and sat in front of his son behind the counter. “Good morning son!” greeted the old man to his boy across from him on the counter.

“Hey, dad…I was kind of wondering if you could take a look at this.” The boy slides a piece of paper towards his father. “What is it, Clark?” Asks Jonathan as he takes a sip of his coffee. But the second he got a whip of the contents of the paper his son slipped towards him--Clark Kent’s bad day started its streak.

The 17 year-old, only child of the Kent’s just asked his dad to sign up his form to allow him to apply for varsity in school. But his asking his dad was met with a resounding ‘No!’ from the old man. For him, the senior Kent which is his father, hasn’t the slightest idea of how hard it is to be him; to be wearing Clark Kent’s farm boy shoes.

Jonathan Kent has no idea. He just doesn’t understand. As if he wasn’t having a hard time already at home, the second he got to school, he just had to see the girl of his dreams or even when he’s awake; in the arms of another guy. Well not really another guy since technically she has never been Clark’s. Always have been Whitney’s.

Walking home from school, Clark was trying to think and just let off steam when he decided to just park himself on the side of the road, by the bridge and try and drown his thoughts and bad day onto the river beneath. His thoughts hadn’t gone far enough and had barely skimmed the river yet when a shrilling sound coming from behind him scattered every though in his head into the air. The second Clark turned his head towards the sound, it had already been too late fro him to do anything.

A silver Porsche was speeding right at him.

And that’s how they met; Alexander Luthor and Clark Kent.

--

Clark knows he’s special and he knows secrets are always going to be his constant companions wherever he goes. But sometimes they just seem ridiculous to him having to make up stories and excuses every time he finds himself in predicaments that prove questionable. Kind of the like the one he is in right now.

He just breathed life back into the only heir of the Luthor’s. After fishing him out of the river, Clark just retuned this guy’s life to him; the river almost took it away earlier, but Clark was there.

“Hey, kid are you okay? Cause I could’ve sworn I hit you…” The guy he just rescued and who just hit him with his car asked him confusingly.

“If you did, I’d be --dead.” Clark quickly answered back. But he knows he would never get hurt by anything remedial.

This is exactly the questionable situation Clark hates. He always ends up lying. For parents who put so much emphasis and are all about morals and virtuous living in everything that is Kent's, it just is so ironic.

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Cruel & Unusual Punishment (Reprised)

Jacob is not in a good mood at all. He has been eyeing the thing on his wrist from the time Pierce clamped it on there real nice til the time he plopped himself on the couch snug and tight beside his baby twin. It has been half the day now and he still hasn’t let it go—couldn’t. It was making him uncomfortable to hell. And he has been pouting for the same length of time too.

Sam however has managed to keep himself busy by watching TV quietly beside him. The younger twin has somehow found a way to work around the uneasy feeling attached to thing that is on his wrist which Dean had clamped to his wrist earlier. Jake unfortunately doesn’t own the patience that his baby twin owns so all the while that Sam was watching TV to entertain himself to keep his mind off the unfamiliar thing on his wrist; Jake has been too jacked up watching something else—that being the thing on own his wrist.

Unknown to Jake though, their middle brother, who is lounging on the adjacent smaller couch to the long one he and Sam are lying on, has been eyeing them the whole time—him and Sam. Well him mostly, being the little brother that is showing more and more signs by the day that he is growing up to be the underling of the evil mini Dean Winchester. And since the middle brother just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch his little brother suffer—he aims to torture him even more. An evil scoffing smirk is emerging from his guts as he clears his throat to call attention to himself. And he wasn’t denied it at all, the twins swivel their heads towards his direction; Sam with a big warm smile and Jake with a death glare.

“Want to sit beside me, Deanie?” Sam calls out. Dean quickly sits up but was met with Jake’s even deadlier death glare.

“Uh--maybe when Jake isn’t too growly, baby.” Dean smirks, “What’s the matter, Jake? You seem like you’re in a bad mood? Are you in a bad mood?”

Sam cranes his neck to meet Jake’s eyes. His back has been too pressed-up against Jake’s chest to even see his older half’s face so he couldn’t see what Dean was seeing.

“He is?” Sam asks innocently. “You in a bad mood, Jakey?”

“You damn well know why, Dean!” Jake growls as he started to sit up, Sam remains lying back on the couch though as he resorted to cuddling with the couch cushion in place of Jake.

“Nope, I don’t believe I do.” Dean feigns innocence. “Do tell.”

“You know what?” Jake starts.

“No, what?” Dean mocks with a big grin on his face.

“One day when you will just disappear from the face of the planet—we won’t be suspecting aliens or blaming evil people for it, Dean…all I got to do is just look down. Cause I just know that I’ll find you down there! I just know it. Satan has called you home!” Jake got up and heads for the kitchen pouting like crazy.

Sam got chuckles out of that. Dean did too as he quickly got up and relocated himself to the couch and restoring the order of things, his Sammy snuggled to his side.

“That kid keeps forgetting that he’s growing up into me.” Dean smirks, “If I’m going to hell—he’ll sure be seeing a lot of me once he gets there himself, right baby?”

“You’re not going to hell, Dean. You’re not a bad person.”

That made the middle brother smile. Sam buries his face to his big brother’s chest as he started to yawn. He has managed to wrap one arm around his big brother’s waist too to prevent any departure to hook up. He may be a good-natured kid but this time he is using his baby brother card on Dean. He heard him talking on the phone earlier with this girl. The stewardess from their flight to L.A. the last time, and Dean was planning on a quick hook up. It is her only day off for the next couple of months.

Earlier on, Pierce and Henry sort of ran into the same girl on the way home and found her smooching with a couple of guys at the mall—in broad daylight. And they may know Dean to be the ladies’ man but with that type of girl, Dean might as well be making out with the guys himself if he plans to hook up with the chick that’s playing him too.

Pierce and Henry asked Sam to do the baby brother card on Dean to keep him from leaving the house to meet with the chick. And Sam is doing a pretty good job so far. Latch onto Dean he did. Dean doesn’t seem to mind.

In the kitchen, Jake’s mood has invaded that area of the house as well, but totally not affecting Pierce’s and Henry’s moods.

“What is up with you, grouchy face?” Henry speaks up.

“I am not autistic. Neither am I 6. I’m 16, alright?” Jake snarls.

“Uh—okay. Why are you introducing yourself to me, Jake? We’ve already met.”

Pierce smirks.

“It’s not funny, Danny!” Jake does a more noticeable pout as he sits across Henry and Pierce behind the counter. “You guys all think this is helping us any? This is so not doing that, Dan! It’s cruel and unusual punishment! It fuckin’ borders on child abuse!”

“Sure it does!” Pierce scoffs mockingly, “And by the way, you look ridiculous with your tantrums, little brother.”

“I’ll wait til you fall asleep later and I’ll make you swallow this.” Jake threatens.

“Of course you will.” Pierce patronizes.

“Make Dan swallow what?” Henry asks with a funny face. “You know, good thing you’re brothers or I’d have a hard time keeping my mind clean with that idea Jake just shoved in my head right there.”

“You’re sick, you know that?” Jake gives Henry a big judging look before he storms out of the kitchen back to the den, still being in a bad mood about the thing around his wrist.

“So what was he yapping about?” Henry turns to Pierce.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Pierce scowls, “Don’t you try and act all innocent, Matthews! You have a filthy imagination—we need to wash your head in the dishwasher!”

“I was kidding! I knew what Jake was talking about--I was playing around.” Henry says.

“What was he talking about?” Pierce challenges.

“Uh--his…his--“Henry grins wryly, “—sorry, been watching too much television, Dan. What was he talking about—making you swallow?”

"I bet you didn't even have innocence when you were a kid, huh?"

"Don't even know what that means." Henry answers automatically. "I lost my virginity when I was 8, remember?"

“Dude, that's disturbing!" he gives Henry the eye, "Anyways, we got the twins a couple of locator bracelets, man--" Pierce pauses, "--hey I thought you helped Ted picking the gadgets up, man? You should know about this."

"I do. I just wanted to make sure you know what it does, Dan." Henry tells him, "Do you know what those things do, Dan?" he aks the other boy patronizingly.

"I'm not an idiot, Henry--despite what one might say once in awhile."

"Dean?"

"Yes, that guy can be a big jerk sometimes, man."

"Try most of time with me. I'm THE most abused amongst his friends, Daniel. You should really not be complaining here." henry bats, "So what about the locators? What do you know about those?"

"Easy. Should either of the pups do a Houdini, we can easily tract them down." Pierce says matter-of-factly, "And by the way, they should never take it off too, at all—that’s what’s gotten Jacob all growly in there. He thinks he doesn’t need it. He really thinks he’s Sam’s big brother, man.”

Both boys laugh.

Jake is back in the den. Dean may not be watching him but he could see the kid through his peripheral vision. The older twin is still eyeing the locator on his wrist.

“You want to take it off real badly, don’t cha?” Dean speaks up.

“Can I?” Jake asks.

“Do pigs fly?”

“They would try all their might if I toss ‘em out of an airplane.” Jake grumbles, “Dean, I really don’t think you guys are being fair giving me this? I mean, I understand you guys being careful with Sam, but in case you guys got turned around on the subject or something—I am not him. So I don’t need this.”

“Oh yeah you do.”

“Dean, a bracelet? I mean come on? It doesn’t even go with any clothes I own.” Jake whines. “Can’t I go to the designer of this crap and ask him to make this into a stud earring instead? That way it would go with my coolness?”

Dean laughs out loud waking sleeping Sammy up. The kid gets a bit startled a little but Dean quickly pulls him tight in the snuggle. Sam immediately goes back to sleep.

“You seriously think you’re cool?” Dean whispers to Jake, mockingly. “Aren’t you kind ‘a over reaching there a bit, little man?”

“I know I’m cool, Dean.” Jake says cockily. “I’m you.”

“Yeah, I am cool.” Came the quick response from Dean.

“Hey Dean, aren’t you gon’na be late for your date with what’s her name?” Jake asks Dean as he goes back to eyeing his locator judgmentally and with great disdain.

Dean looks at his wrist watch.

“Yeah, she could be waiting for me at her place by now, knowing that chick.” Dean smirks.

“Aren’t you going?”

Dean cranes his neck to catch Sam’s peaceful face resting against his chest. He looks up to meet Jake’s face, then beams him a big smile.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Jake nods. He started to pull on the locator but Dean caught him.

“You really don’t want me to have them replace that with a pearl necklace, do you Jake?”

That got Jake to take his hands off the locator for good.

END

D

Dean Has Been One, All His Life

oooO0Oooo

A Good Brother...

16-year old Dean Winchester was just pulled aside by his Algebra coach on the way out of his classroom. The bell for dismissal just rang to seal the deal for that day. Dean actually held his breath the second he came face to face with this guy.

He is a guy in his mid-30’s, balding; a cross between Santa Claus and any random plump fellow you could come across at the street or at the mall. His big chubby pink cheeks and eyes that reduce to slits every time he talks, that’s Professor Nico Alba.

Dean just let go of his breath when his professor told him he wasn’t in trouble. He was instead being commended by his school for something he did. Which at that moment the Winchester boy had no idea what yet. He’ll sooner get to find out about it but he has to return to school in a couple of hours since his professors from his other classes along with some of his classmates will be waiting for him at the mess hall.

“Are you sure I’m not in any trouble, Mr. Alba? ‘Cause my dad can’t really be here if ever I was—“

“Son, I assure you that you are in no trouble whatsoever. I just need you to tell me that you’ll be back here in a couple of hours, okay Dean?”

“Yes, sir.”

The professor watched the teenager disappear down the hallway.

--

Dean just came in the front door. The first thing he does the second he got home is look for his little brother. It’s been his routine since they were young. The moment he pushes the door open from wherever he goes, when he comes home--look for Sam.

It’s always Sammy first. It’s always been that way and it’s never going change.

He just came up the stairs and directed to Sam’s room. Knocking twice and then calling out his brother’s name is also Dean’s routine.

“Hey Sammy, I’m home!”

“Dean…”

His little brother’s voice was raspy and weak. Dean immediately scanned the room to look from where the voice was coming from; where his little brother was in the room. The older boy just found a bundle on the long couch at the far end of the room. The bundle was shivering.

“Sammy…what’s wrong?”

Dean was crouching alongside the couch; the older boy just gently touched 12-year old Sammy Winchester’s face. He was warm. The worry in Dean’s face matched with the worry and concern in his voice. “Hey, you’re warm…” The older boy went on to rub Sam’s shoulder gently. “Hey, kiddo were you sick this morning when you went to school?”

“No, I just felt sick after I had my lunch…Dean.”

“Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“I’ll be okay, Dean…just don’t leave me okay?”

“You know I’ll never do that, Sam. When have I ever left you behind?” Dean just took Sam’s face by the chin to make him look him in the face, “When?”

“I guess…never…” Sam smiled warmly, that actually made Dean’s heart smile too.

“Okay, now that we have that straightened-out…let me just get you some chicken soup to get you all warmed up—“Dean started as he was about to get up from the floor but Sam just whined in his bratty kind of way, not the spoiled-brat kind of way that could get anybody up the wall, it’s more like what Dean finds as one of his little brother’s endearing ways.

“I’m not going anywhere far, kiddo…just the kitchen…” Dean smiles ate his brother reassuringly. “You said you’re not going to leave me…I’ve been waiting for you to come home for hours, Dean…just stay here…please? I hate being by myself…”

Dean just gave out a sigh, “Don’t be mad, Dean…”

“Hey…I’m not, kiddo…you know I could never get mad at you.”

“Thanks, Dean. I just hate being alone.” Sam muffled softly. Dean just took a seat on the floor facing Sam, took hold of Sam’s hand in his. “You’re not alone…big brother’s here now.”

Sam gave his big brother the biggest smile he can muster; though weak…the smile was genuine and that made the older boy’s heart smile as well.

“Dean…” Sam just calls out to his big brother who was leaning his back against the couch where Sam was lying across on, bundled under a thick blanket. Sam has moved further towards the edge of the couch so he was actually snuggling against his big brother’s back against the couch. Sam just needed to have contact with his big brother, and it didn’t matter how remote.

“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean was doing his homework.

“Love you…”

Sam could see the outline of Dean’s cheek that was visible to him, his big brother was smiling.

“I love you more, Sammy…” came Dean’s reply.

--

Dean wasn’t able to know what it was that his school was commending him for since that very evening; their dad came home, packed him and Sammy up and drove out of town.

The reason would be that John had finished his job there. They have stayed in that town for over 8 mos. And now it was time to leave. They never thought they had to move again, but they did; uprooted once more.

After that move, Dean had given up the resolve to go to school again since they’ll only leave again in a couple of months.

Dean was never going to find out that the commendation was for being the Best Big Brother in this program that the school had come up with that was aiming to foster camaraderie between students. Dean was the best candidate since he has managed to help the most students that were assigned under their class.

How can he not be one? When he’s been one to Sam all their lives, and that’s commendation or not.

oooooooo

A Good Son...

Dean was loading their stuff into the trunk of his ’67 Chevy Impala. His father had just given him the keys to it a week ago and now he’s loading his stuff into it from the motel. Beside the Black Sleek metal that now belongs to the 16-year old is their dad’s equally sleek Black Truck. Both modes of transportation of the Winchesters were basking under the sun in all its Black glory.

John Winchester was still inside the motel room where he left his two boys for a whole two months by themselves while he went on another hunt. He got back earlier just past midnight and was taking a short nap to gather enough strength for his next gig.

“Hey Dean!” Sam cheerfully greeted his big brother. “I’m back! I told you I won’t take long, didn’t I?”

The younger boy was giving his big brother his warm-dimpled smile; in his hand were three ice cream bars. He had just gotten back from the convenience store across the street from the motel. He was in a mood for something cold since the sun wasn’t exactly cutting them any slack with the way it has been heating up everything on its path.

Sam has been complaining of parchness in his throat since earlier, not that he was bitching about it; it was more like a harmless conversation with his brother which Dean read right away.

And Dean, being the good brother that he is didn’t want to keep his baby brother from his childish desires so he gave him some of the money he had saved up from doing errands for the mechanic who needed an assistant in his shop for a whole month just a few blocks from the motel, so his little brother could get himself what he was craving for.

Dean didn’t really want his brother to go by himself, but since the store was just a stone’s throw away and he can see the younger boy from where he was; Dean just said ‘yes.’

“Yeah, I believe you did Sammy!” Dean patronizingly told his brother.

“Here, Dean…” Sam handed one to his brother as he perched himself onto the top step of their motel room. Dean just found a nook beside Sam and both started eating. The older boy elbows his little brother playfully on the arm, “Thanks.”

“What for, Dean?”

“You know what for, kiddo…” Sam smirked as he throws his big brother a glance. “It’s your money, Dean…so technically you shouldn’t be thanking me…I should be thanking you…”

“You were the one who went to the store and bought it, dude!”

“Yeah, but you were the one who worked at the auto shop and gave me the money…”

Dean just ruffles Sam’s hair playfully. “You knew about that?”

“Yeah, Dean…I watch you, you know? You just don’t see me ‘cause I was being stealthy. What you’ve been teaching me all this time has finally been paying off!”

“I believe it has kiddo! But I still can’t believe that you’ve been watching me work?”

“Yup…”

“For how long have you been stalking me though, dude?”

“Since the first day you started, Dean!”

“Hey, you are good!”

“I have a good teacher!”

Sam has finished off his ice cream bar. He just slips his hands into his jacket pocket to get a hanky to wipe his face with when he gets up all of a sudden, “Oh man?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Dean blurts.

“Dean, I’ll just give this to dad…I forgot all about it!” holds up the third ice cream bar he had slipped into his pocket awhile ago and has started to actually melt.

“Go! Go! Go!”

No sooner has Sam left his brother’s side to go inside the motel room when Dean hears the younger boy call him from the doorway, “Hey Dean…”

“Yup?” Dean gets up and turns around to face Sam.

“Dad said he’ll be taking me on a hunt with you tonight…do you think I’m stealthy enough?”

“Yeah…Sammy…”

“Cool!” Sam childishly blurted out, he looked so much younger that his age to Dean. “I’ll be right back, Dean. I’ll just make dad eat this…”

“Make him eat it, alright?”

“Yeah, I sure will!” Sam echoes his brother and with that he walks into the room grinning widely. A few seconds later Sam peeps back out of the doorway, “Dean, you won’t leave me alone on the hunt now, would you?”

“No, Sammy…”

“Not even for a second?”

“Not even then…”

"You Promise?"

"I Promise!"

"Pinky Promise?" Dean just heard Sam softly chuckle.

"I Pinky Promise, Sammy!" The older boy just smirked.

“Thanks, Dean!”

John Winchester’s oldest son was perched on top of the Impala and was staring blankly ahead for almost half an hour. His mind is somewhere else; mostly on the fact that his little brother is going on his first hunt tonight with him and their dad. Dean is worried.

Dean has been on a hunt with their dad for a few times before. The first time he went on the hunt, he had nightmares for a month. He was scared out of his wits but he didn’t tell their dad about it; especially not Sam.

The older boy got a little apprehensive the second his dad mentioned to him earlier that they’re taking Sam on their next hunt. Sam is still 12 years old. Way younger than he was when he hunted for the first time. Dean was 14 then. He wanted to argue about it with their dad but he didn’t. Not once has he ever talked back nor questioned their old man. He does what he is told even if he’s sick, scared or hurt.

When John says jump, he’ll say how high--look before you leap doesn’t apply. It’s shoot first ask questions later!

As much as he is a good brother, Dean is something else too--a good son.

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A Superhero...

John Winchester’s Black truck just pulls out from in front of the motel room he had rented for a month with his boys. A pair of green eyes was watching through the window at the truck as it disappeared down the road.

Dean just let go of the curtain he was holding up to see a better view of his dad leaving barely a few seconds ago. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed near the door; he was facing the other bed further into the room, just beside the bathroom.

He just recalled his earlier conversation with his little brother.

“Dean, I’m really sleepy…but I don’t want to close my eyes…”

“Sammy, why don’t you want to close them when you look like you’re dopey already or something? I can tell that you are sleepy, kiddo…” The older boy said after he craned his head earlier to look at Sam behind him.

“Is dad going to leave soon?” Sam asked randomly.

“Uh-huh, he’s still in the bathroom.”

“Oh…” came Sammy’s soft muffled voice. He was lying on his tummy on one of the beds while flipping the remote. Dean was on the floor leaning against the bed where Sammy was on, he was watching TV. Just then Dean felt warmth by his left ear. The second he turned his head, he realized that his little brother’s face was right there and the warmth he felt earlier was actually his Sammy’s breath.

“You alright there, kiddo?” Dean asks softly; he just leans in and kissed his little brother on the exposed cheek, Sam nods. The older boy went back to watching television.

“Hey Dean…”

“Yeah, Sam…”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Sam said in his big brother’s ear, even cupped his hands into the older boy’s ear.

“What is it?” Dean asks patronizingly also in a whisper.

“Please don’t tell dad, okay?”

“I won’t, Sammy…”

“I’m scared…”

Dean just cranes his neck to look at his brother’s face, his brows by this time is arched on his forehead. “Scared of what?”

“…going hunting again…”

The innocence in the tone and in those brown eyes were enough to melt Dean’s heart.

--

Their dad barely left for another hunt a few minutes ago.

Now as the older boy just sat on their dad’s bed, his eyes just went to pointing towards the occupant on the other bed. A little boy; barely a teen. Not even a teen at all! He’s still 12 years old. Yet he has already had the misfortune of witnessing and acquainting himself with things that make a person know that evil does exist in the world.

The 16 year-old just ran a shaking hand across his face as he gives out a big sigh in chorus. The hunt just went awry two days ago and his little brother almost got killed. John and Sammy didn’t know about it, but Dean did. The incident kept running in his mind over and over like on a big projector.

Dean just got too distracted watching out for Sammy behind him and their dad, that he almost didn’t see the big axe that one of the angry spirits inside the abandoned coal mine was about to thrust into Sam’s head. Dean, since he knew the fact that younger sibling doesn’t have any idea just how different it is to be in the actual field; in the middle of a real hunt, the older boy felt the need to actually watch out for Sammy even more than he already was doing. That ironically almost cost him his little brother’s life.

It was eating him inside though; only himself knowing about it.

The second his head hit the pillow when they got home two nights ago after their hunt; his mind right away decided to play a mean trick on him by painting these mental images of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t caught the axe in time and it did hit his brother’s head. Even the mere thought of losing Sam was excruciating to him, that he actually found himself waking up a few hours later sobbing really hard.

Dean even had to grope the space on the bed beside him to look for his brother and when he did find the younger sibling beside him, since the brothers shared a bed while their dad took the other of the two beds in the room they were renting; he pulls Sam towards him and spent that night hugging around his brother til he fell asleep. He just had to know that Sam was there and only then was he able to convince himself that it was just all a dream.

Ever since they were young it has always been him and Sam. It’s like their conjoined twins only the other one is born four years earlier and also that they aren’t really conjoined.

When they use to live normally in Lawrence, whenever their friends find one in the yard playing on the lawn, they know that they will always find the other one close by, either a few feet away or just beside the other. They’re never away from the other for a long period of time, except maybe when they’re in school, but the very second both get home from school, their inseparable again.

--

Dean is Sam’s big brother, his protector. Technically speaking, he’s practically Sam’s mother and father rolled into one, since their dad is mostly not around.

Sam on the other hand is Dean’s reason for living, for hanging on…Sammy is his life.

One just can’t exist without the other. That’s just how it’s always going to be.

Dean is John and Mary’s son; the perfect big brother to their Sammy.

But he’s more than that to the younger sibling. Cause for him, Dean is more than just a big brother who’s always going to be there for him.

Dean is actually for Sammy--his bigger than life SUPER HERO!

THE END

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Dean's Punishment?

NA: Follows the one-shot “Sammy, Laid and Drunk?”

--

Dean comes in the kitchen and chances upon one of his brothers there—behind the counter, eating a bowl of cereal. He gives that brother a once over and then he looks under the table before meeting same brother’s eyes.

“Alright--you, have you seen him pass by here by any chance?” the middle brother starts.

“Matter of fact, yeah, I did.”

“So where is he now?”

“Can’t tell you…” he goes to stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of cereal.

“Why not?” Dean growls.

“Cause he made me swear not to tell you.”

“Alright Kel, since when have you been such a wise ass?” Dean snarls at him. “I’m beginning not to like you-, you know that? “

Right about that time the back door opens and another brother comes in—one wearing the exact same face as the one eating the cereal. And he just heard his name mentioned.

“What did I do?” he asks innocently.

Dean looks up at the newcomer and then at the other one sitting behind the counter who flashes him a wry grin.

“Danny, you little bitch!” Dean narrows his eyes at Pierce who was snickering while eating his cereal. Kel finds a spot by the sink after taking a soda from the fridge.

“He pretended to be me, didn’t he?” Kel asks Dean.

“Yeah, it appears he did.” Dean says with a low growl—his eyes never left Pierce.

“He does that a lot, man—it’s like his favorite past time or something.” Kel explains, “He probably gets his high doing it.”

“Really?” Dean turns to Kel.

“Mmhm.”

“Hey Kel—“ Dean calls out to his brother, “—we’re close, right?”

“Uh, we share the same blood and last name—so I’d say yeah, we are.” He answers Dean, “Why do you ask?”

“Given a choice—who’d you pick, me or him?” Dean juts his chin to Pierce.

“Of course I’d pick you…”

Pierce drops his spoon the same time his jaw dropped.

“Uh—excuse me?” Pierce waves at his twin and then gestures towards himself. “—sharing the same face, man. Not a mirror here.”

“Yeah, I know that. But the man asked me a question. It’s polite to answer.”

“You pick him over me?”

“In a heart beat.” Kel answers right before sipping on his soda.

Dean on the background is smirking smugly.

“You’re just scared, aren’t you?”

Kel scoffs, “Of course not!”

“You’re not scared of Dean?” Pierce asks his twin brother mockingly.

“Alright maybe I am…” Kel says resolutely.

“Dude, can I kill him?” Dean asks Kel referring to Pierce.

“Uh-uh, you cannot kill me, Dean—you need me to find Sammy.” He turns to Kel, “And you—you’re my twin, so there is no way you’re going to pick him over me…”

Dean’s eyes wanders to Kel as he is awaiting for the boy’s blessing over killing Pierce.

“And?” the middle brother asks. “Can I have it?” he is asking for permission in murdering their brother Pierce from Kel.

Kel gives Pierce a thoughtful look, the younger twin has a confident look on his face as he is looking at Dean smugly.

“Sure, man. I have no use for him.”

“Oh no you didn’t--” Pierce blurts out resentfully. “--you coward!”

Kel shrugs nonchalantly at his twin as he finishes up with his soda.

“I believe he did, Danny boy—your brother just burned you!” Dean is walking around the counter towards Pierce who bolted up on his feet and is moving the opposite way from Dean. “So if you know what’s good for you—you better start up and spit.”

“Alright--you win.“ Pierce stops trying to get away from Dean. And then he did spit—landed right on the floor by his feet.

“What the hell did you do that for—you nasty?” Dean gasps with a disgusted look on his face. Both him and Kel even followed the spit on the floor as it dropped from Pierce’s mouth—then each other and then their eyes went back to Pierce. He is looking at them all innocently.

“What?” he asks innocently, “You told me to spit—so I did.” Pierce reasons further, “That’s spit right there.” Points at the wad of his spit on the floor; both his big brothers are looking at him incredulously.

“Kel, you have a weird lil brother on your hand.” Dean reaches in and gives Kel a slap on the back. “Good luck with that! And with—“he points at the spit on the floor, “—that.” He heads for the back door. “Oooh, you better not let Dreamy Jean see that right there if you know what’s good for the both of you’s.”

“Oh he is cleaning that up, don’t worry.” Kel assures Dean.

“Hey man, where are you going?” Pierce asks his middle brother. “Thought you wanted to know where Sam is?”

“Of course I do. So you gon’na tell me where he is now?” Dean stops by the door to ask Pierce. “Cause if I don’t fix this before nappy time tonight--you and I are gon’na snuggle, dude! I cannot sleep without a snuggle buddy! I need to find Sammy…”

“Ew, Dean—you and me snuggling is the ultimate wrong.” came Pierce’s response.

“What are you talking about? I’m a joy to snuggle with! Ask my women!” Dean bats proudly.

“I prefer not to! And we’re brothers, Dean…snuggling is creepy. Except when it’s with Sammy—that kid’s an adorable Sammy bear! But you and me? Is so not gon’na happen”

“You’re in denial.”

“I’m not. SO not!”

“Come on, Danny? Tell me where he is?” Dean whines petulantly.

“I’m keeping my promise to the boy!”

“Fine! I am so going to enjoy torturing you the next time you come to me for help, boy!” Dean tells him off. Pierce waves his hand at him to dismiss the threat. “I’m serious—I hold grudges—especially on nasty bitches that spit on the kitchen floor.”

“Dean, I know you.” Pierce smirks, “You can never stand not helping a brother out. And last time I checked—I’m your brother. So—I’m not worried. At all. You’ll help me, no matter what you just said right now.”

“Dude, who are you and what have you done to my brother?” Kel questions Pierce’s actions. “You’re supposed to be nice, caring and a wuss.”

“Yeah, well you were supposed to pick me but instead you picked him—so, I guess that makes us even Steven, Kel!”

Dean ignores the twins in there and was halfway out the door when Pierce calls out to him.

“Dean, you’ll be happy to know that baby has just acquired a new ability just today.”

Dean comes back in the door.

“Oh yeah, which is what?”

“Going invisible.”

“Really?” Dean asks all wide-eyed, Kel too.

“No, not really.” Pierce answers, “But you should have seen your faces when I said that he did…” he laughs. “Sam didn’t learn ability, guys. He’s just in pulling the Houdini on his Deanie.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean scoffs, “Well he better quit fooling around already cause it’s been over a couple of hours now that I’ve last seen him and I’m starting to get pissed. What I did was just mess around with him—I wasn’t really doing anything that would hurt him—but this? What he is doing to HIS DEANIE? It hurts. So, if he doesn’t want HIS Deanie pulling his own Houdini, he’d better get out of hiding soon or they’ll both end up unhappy later on!”

Three beats and still no Sammy.

Dean looks at Pierce. “Well, I thought that would work…” he whispers.

“He’s on to you, dude.” Pierce whispers back, “Good luck finding nemo…”

“Alright, fine!” Dean says out loud, “If he wants to play me—then we play!” After having said that the middle brother goes out the back door; Kel looks at Pierce.

“He seems pissed.” he started, “IS he gon’na be alright? Do you think I should go talk to him or something?”

“Nah, he’ll get over it.” Pierce tells his twin off.

“Where is Sam by the way?” Kel finds a seat across his twin.

“Oh you’re not fooling me Kel…I ain’t telling you either.” Pierce tells him off, “You’ll just tell Dean.”

“Damn it, was my being a turn coat that obvious?”

“Yeah, written in bold letters on your forehead!”

Dean is pouting all the way to his truck. He had just gotten his ‘baby’ back from the shop. It’s a new version of his ‘baby’, but JW made every call he could make to make sure that everything about the boy’s truck is the same as the old one. Dean himself can’t tell the difference between them.

He sat there behind the wheel, in silence, while staring ahead at the street.

‘Where are you, Sammy?’ he says in his head, “I didn’t mean any offense by it--you know me?“ his voice trails. He tries reaching the kid through his cel again, and yet it yielded the came result, voicemail. “Man, I swear that is the last time I make fun of the kid—ever.”

His passenger side door opens and half of the younger twin set props in. Dean’s face lit up thinking it was Sam. Only it wasn’t. He sighs.

“Oh wow, Dean—don’t get all too excited! I don’t want you to pull a muscle!” Jake blurts out as he makes a face at Dean.

“No, no, I’m happy to see you too, Jake—come here and let me give you a big hug and a kiss!” Dean opens both arms towards Jake who backs away from him.

“Ew, god, no—I’m good. Scout’s honor!”

“You sure? Cause I ‘m still itching’ to hug and kiss yah!”

“Save it for ‘baby’…and Dean, please, don’t even attempt on doing this to me again, alright?” Jake makes a scrunchy face, “It’s creepy.”

“Sam doesn’t think so!” Dean grumbles as he slouches in his seat. “This is your fault you know?”

“How is it my fault exactly?”

“You told!” Dean said it in a way that made him look like a 6 year old, that it made Jake chuckle. “And don’t you be laughing at me, you little bitch! I’m really hurting in here…” he clenches at his chest, next to his heart. He is wearing the saddest face known to man.

“Dean…Sam is--” Jake softly muffles, totally feeling sorry for the older boy. As he was reaching in to touch his big brother’s arm, Dean turns to him wearing a wide smile on his face, even waggling his brows at the younger boy as he is straightening up in his seat.

“I’m gon’na do that on baby, do you think he’ll buy it?” Dean asks Jake. “Do you think he’ll feel sorry for me? He’ll feel sorry for me, right? I mean—you did too, didn’t you?”

“I hope Sam sprouts wings and fly away from you for good, you jerk.” Jake punches Dean on the arm before he yanks the door open.

“Whaaat? I was good, wasn’t I? I think it was good acting right there!” Dean watched Jake walk back to the house. He was wearing a smug grin on his face too, but the second that he was alone out there, the boy slouches back on his seat and shut his eyes. It really was hurting him, what Sam is doing; he’s just pulling off his poker face on everybody.

For the whole day everybody could see Dean brooding and sulking all day. And for the same length of time, he was deprived of seeing his little brother. He doesn’t even eat his dinner. He skips it and heads straight to his room.

“Where was baby all day?” Dj asks Eloise as her husband was washing the dishes. Jeremy and Pierce are drying it up alongside their older brother; it was Dj’s whim to have them to that as she supervised.

“Can’t tell you.” Pierce answers her.

“Why not?” she bats.

“Cause Sam told me not to.”

“Is he here by any chance to hear you should you tell me where he is?” DJ asks again.

“No, he’s up in his room.” Pierce says. And then he grimaced, “Damn it!” he just broke his word to Sam. He turns to Dreamy Jean behind them.“You are an evil evil person.”

Jeremy gives Pierce a pat on the back, they are standing side by side drying dishes.

“No, you’re just easy.”

--

Dean is lying on his bed curled up to his side for several minutes now. He is not necessarily asleep. He wants it to be morning already since he’s thinking that Sammy’s sulking is one of those 24 hour ones. He’s half expectant to see the kid bright eyed and back to loving him in the morning.

As he was halfway into drowsing, that’s when he felt the bed behind him dip. The next thing was, he felt his shirt on the small of his back being fisted behind him. Dean smiles to that as he slowly opens his eyes and caught the time, 8:45, his Sammy’s nappy time.

“Baby that’s you behind me, right?” Dean softly calls out.

“Maybe…”

“Cause the minute I find out it’s Danny pretending to be you—it won’t be pretty.”

“It’s me, Deanie.”

“So, does this mean we’re good now?” Dean asks quietly, “Cause if we’re still not good Sam, I can always grovel…if you want…”

“Okay…”

“Alright, baby…a side order of groveling comin’ up!” Dean without a second’s delay sits up and was about to do just that too—grovel. Only Sam grabs him by the arm and pulls him back down next to him on the bed; they are both staring up the ceiling in the dim lit room.

“I’m kidding, Dean…”

“Baby, I’m sorry I made fun of you…”

“Dean, it’s okay…I’m over it, you know me?” Sam tugs on his big brother’s arm; Dean knew right off the kid was asking for a snuggle; and far it be from him to decline that. He smiles widely as he wraps an arm around the kid immediately. Sam meanwhile wraps his arm around the older boy’s waist. “We’re okay. We were never NOT okay…”

“Sam, you stayed away the whole day—we were not okay the whole day…”

“I didn’t stay away, Dean. I was up here the whole time.”

Dean turns his face towards Sam.

“But Danny said you asked him not to tell me where you were?”

“Yeah, I did. Cause I was sulking supposedly. But then I knew I'd miss you if I went brooding all day--away from you. So I told him not to tell you where I was for just an hour.”

“An hour, huh?” Dean growls.’Danny boy you are goin’ down!’

Dean felt the hug on his waist tighten and then seconds later, soft purring followed. All coming from his sleeping baby brother.

'Never again, baby...'

THE END

G

Gone Fishing

The Kent’s Red truck just pulls over by the side of the pier. It was a hot, sunny but fine Saturday morning and good ol’ Clark wasn’t about to waste a single minute of it doing chores around the farm. After a quick whip of his lightning speed, every single chore was done in 3 seconds tops.

He has asked his parents if he could go fishing afterwards, since they couldn’t find any reason why not the 17 year old, after ringing his friend who was just glad to get out of the mansion, here are the both of them, pulling over in the Red Truck by the pier.

Ever since the day Clark & Lex met the day of the accident at the bridge where he saved the Luthor heir, they have been the best of friends. Totally inseparable; if nobody knew any better one would take them for brothers.

“My father took me fishing once…” Started Lex, he just threw a glance at Clark beside him setting up their fishing rods in front of them. Lex meanwhile unloaded the rest of what they will be needing in their ‘gone fishing drama’ out of the back of the truck.

“No offense Lex, but I really don’t see Lionel to be the fishing type…” Clark just blurted smiling.

Lex just allowed a smirk to escape his lips as he had finally unloaded everything in front of Clark and him. ”None taken.” Was Lex’s response. “He afterwards actually considered it a waste of his time, Clark; spending time with his own son. I was this naïve 6 year old that was so starved of my father’s affection that I was practically begging for his attention.”

“I’m sorry, man.” came his younger friend’s apologetic tone with the squinty-eyes to match it.

“It’s in the past, Clark. And it clearly wasn’t your fault.” Teased Lex randomly. “Now come on, before I change my mind about this whole fishing fiasco.”

What his friend just told him earlier sort of made Clark feel sore, he felt sorry for Lex. But he was quickly removed from the whole musing when Lex just squirted him on the face with water from his Evian bottle. “Patience isn’t one of my virtues, my friend.”

“Hold your horses, Lex…and don’t do that again!” threatened Clark playfully to his friend.

Lex Luthor’s response was his cocky signature grin, as he turned his back on his younger friend who was Clark Kent. “Or you’ll do what, Clark? What could you possibly do that will be making me fear you?” Lex just blurted smirking, scoffing even; “You have no idea, man…” Clark blurted right back.

“Bring it on, Clarky ol’ boy!” Dared Lex, smirking; he just got into the boat that will be taking them to the middle of the lake armed with his fishing pole.

He could very well use his abilities to tease Lex and he wouldn’t even know what hit him, but Clark just shook his head with a big smile on his handsome face. Lex is his friend, his big brother and he just couldn’t do that to him, it would be unfair. But if ever his rich, egoistic friend ever dares him; he just might.

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Good god, What Did You Do?

Note: This is a totally AU story of Sam & Dean, by the way…) I took them out of their world in my earlier story ‘Being Sam & Dean with A Mom and made this One-shot.

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He just came up the stairs and was headed for his bedroom when he noticed his brother’s bedroom door open a crack; peeping in, he was so way into getting the surprise of his life.

“What in the--“he started.

“Hey, you’re back!” he was greeted with a big warm grin on his brother’s face.

“What do think you’re doing?” asked disbelievingly as he walks towards the sibling standing in the middle of the room.

“What do you mean?” the other asks back while munching on a cookie that their mother just baked earlier in the day. He was just standing there, not doing anything else--but eating.

“What do you mean, what do you mean? What do you think you’re doing?” his voice came out as squeaky this time; he was clearly upset and disturbed. “Are you kidding me?”

“Dude! What’s creeping up your butt? I’m doing nothing!”

“Nothing my ass! What’s this? I got eyes, dude--which you are clearly hurting on purpose-- with this!”

And then a realization hits one and it dawns on him what the other was talking about. A big grin creeps up his face which later on became a loud chuckle as he faces off the other who was about to give himself a heart attack over what he is looking at.

“OHH! This?” asks innocently, presenting himself to the other.

“Actually no! I was referring to the freak standing in front of the mirror! Yes, that!”

“Well, it’s like this--“he started but was cut in when Mary comes in the door with something in her hand. “Hi, sweetie! You’re back!” She gives her son that just came in a warm kiss on the cheek after which she places down on top of the bed what she was carrying in her hand earlier and turns to face her other boy.

“Oh, honey don’t drop crumbs onto the dress please…”

“Mom?” whines the other boy. Indignant even as he wiggles his finger pointing out to his brother in the middle of the room.

“Is anything wrong, sweetie? What is it?” she warmly asks her other son.

“You did this to him?” he asks, with his brows arched on the forehead and veins attempting to pop on the sides of his head as he points out to his brother. “Whaa—“ shaking his head for effect even.

Mary looks at him, so did his brother beside her. “What about it, darling?”

“I just go out for two seconds--two seconds, mom! For a drive…and I come back and my big brother’s in a dress! A dress that you put him in, no less! How long was I gone for?”

“Oh, baby?” Mary blurts out in soft chuckles.

“Don’t be so melodramatic, Dude? I think I actually look pretty in this! I could even honestly say I’m pretty darn hot…” Dean tells his brother, a big cocky grin on his handsome face as he pumps his brows at his brother who just rolled his eyes at him and grimaced.

“Baby, I just needed someone to put it on so I can take a good look at how the dress will look later on after it’s finished.” She tells Sam as she walks over and gave him a quick hug. Then she steps back and turns to face Dean who in his playfully mood just out of nowhere did a Marilyn Monroe pose.

“Do I look good or do I look good?”

“Oh, Dean?” Mary just gave out a loud giggle.

“That’s it! I’m out of here!” Sam throws his hand in the air as he turns to storm out of the room.

“Oh come on, Sammy!” Dean calls out laughing, so was Mary. “Hey, you know what mom? You know the other dress--the longer one…with the train….I can’t carry that…I’m shorter…”Dean just pumps his eyebrows at her, “…come on? What do you say?”

“Hmmm,” Mary pauses as she throws a thoughtful glance at Dean’s suggestion. “Okay!”

--

A half hour later; muffled voices were being heard inside Dean’s bedroom. Mary was kneeling on the floor sewing the seam of the floral dress that was on the older boy. They were having a few arguments since her boy kept suggesting other things than what she primarily intended to do earlier.

“Oh, Dean? You’ve been making all these changes! It’s not going to be done by the time my sewing class starts tomorrow!” Mary tells her son.

“Yeah, well lady! It looks better that way…”

“Oh god! I’m actually grateful you’re not girls…”

“Well, right now mom…I might as well be one! I’m in a pretty floral dress…” Dean just made her mom snicker as she saw him eyeing himself in the mirror.

Just then, footsteps could be heard from the hallways and then a knock on the door.

“Oh hi, John!” Mary warmly greets her husband as she looks at her husband by the door; who was wide-eyed with disbelief and--what could only be deciphered later on as FEAR.

“Hi, dad!” Dean greets, and then looks back down onto his mom who was still holding onto the seam of his dress. “Mom, I told you lady…the pink button looks so much better!”

Just then as John was about to open his mouth to say something, somebody comes out of the bathroom in a white gown. “Hey mom, I think Dean’s right…the pink button--“Sam started but then he realized that someone was at the doorway, “…oh hi, dad!”

“Good god, Mary! What have you done with our boys?”

“Hey, dad…who do you think is prettier? Me or Samantha?” Dean just calls out while the two boys stood with their arms around each other’s shoulder.

Mary just stood there softly chuckling.

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‘Grounds Control to Major SAM?’

Jake is eyeing his baby half who is playing a video game on the long couch around with his Ipod on. The littlest Winchester is oblivious to the whole death glare business Jacob has been giving him since he started singing to the song that only he can hear. Gabe is watching him from Sam’s bed the entire time. The Stahl kid is lying on Sam’s bed watching TV.

“You okay, Jake?” Gabe calls out to Jake who I behind the desk surfing for something that requires extreme concentration. Cheat codes on how to get more Neo pet points than Sam.

“I am not okay, Gabriel. I am a few fries short to stuffing my sock in his mouth.”

Gabe chuckles.

“Why don’t you tell Sam his singing bothers you?”

“Are you kidding me? We’re in his room!”

“His singing doesn’t bother me.”

“That’s cause you’re as tone deaf as Jeremiah! You don’t know the difference between a singing Orca and screeching wheels!”

“I am not tone deaf!”

“Yeah, you are!”

Gabe snarls at Jake.

‘Grounds control to Major Sam…Grounds control to Major Sam…puts your helmets on…’ Sam started singing out loud again.

--

Jake bolts in his bedroom fuming.

“Alright! If I have to hear baby sing ‘Grounds control to Major SAM one more time, I am going to stuff that kid into a pillow and smother him to eternal silence. I am telling you, I’ve had had it up to my head with that kid singing that song--which I might add is every bit depressing as the one singing it. And the song says Major TOM for crying out loud, NOT Major SAM! Samuel I tell you—is growing deaf!” after having said that Jacob Winchester heads back out of his own room and slams the door behind him.

His big brothers, Pierce, Dean, Jeremy and Eloise are congregating in there for a game of poker. After the older twin left, they all went back to playing like nothing even was the matter.

“It’s that time of the month with that kid again, isn’t it?” Dean blurts out. His brothers muffle incoherent responses.

Then they all smirk.

“Baby has been singing that song a lot lately.” Dean speaks up again. “I don’t care much for it, but I don’t mind hearing the kid sing. Do you guys mind?” he looks up from his cards.

“It depends, dude.” Pierce says.

“Depends on what?”

“Uh--are you going to punch our lights out or shoot us in our sleep if we say yes we do mind?” Pierce added.

“I probably might.” He shrugs casually.

“Then we don’t mind, Dean.” came Jeremy’s response with a laugh. Pierce started to laugh too. “We don’t mind at all!”

“Didn’t know he caught on to that.” Eloise smirks.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks his big brother as he was eyeing his set. “god, I hate this game!”

“Eric loves that song. That time baby got to stay with us the last time--those two have been playing that song over and over as the day is long.”

Pierce lays down his cards with a big content smile on his face.

“Full house!”

Jeremy smirks. “What do you got, Ted?” he asks Eloise.

“Stupid High Card…Dean, your bad luck has rubbed off on me, man!” he lightly punches Dean on the arm.

“Oh it’s all you, Ted! All you!” Dean laughs. “What do you got, Stahl?”

“We go at the same time--“

“Alright.” Dean lays down his cards the same time Jeremy does. “Royal flush, baby!”

Jeremy got a straight. Dean wins the pot money.

“So who’s Major Tom?” Jeremy asks Eloise as they are walking down the hallways after the game.

“I got no idea.” Eloise has an arm around the Stahl boy’s neck as they walk downstairs ahead of Pierce and Dean who are still cleaning up after their game.

“So what is up with Sam singing that song lately, man?” Pierce asks Dean.

“I knew Jake has major jealousy issues with Eric, man.” Dean smirks “Had to rub it in. What better way to make Jake jealous than to get baby to sic Stanton’s favorite number on him, huh? Am I a genius or what?”

Pierce gives Dean a big judging glare before he walks around him to the door.

“You have issues, Dean.”

“Yeah, you’re just jealous!” Dean narrows his eyes at Pierce as he walks out of the door ahead of his brother. They run into Sam coming out of his bedroom with Gabe. “Hey Major Tom, wait up!” he calls out.

“Hey, Dean! Who won the pot?” Sam waits up for his big brothers.

“I did!” Dean says proudly.

“Oh and Dean, it’s Major Sam…” the kid corrects him.

“I’m sure you are, baby…” Pierce smirks as he walks ahead of the two, snaking Gabe around the neck with a chokehold.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I stop listening to Major Tom now? It’s making me all depressed.” Sam asks innocently as he was walking alongside Dean towards the top of the stairs, Dean’s heart could just smile at the blast of innocence there. He grabs the kid around the neck with one arm.

“Did Jake seem upset yet?”

“Yeah, Gabe was talking pillow-stuffing.”

“Alright then, mission is accomplished!” Dean reaches for a low-five from Sam.

“Dean, can I listen to your music now?”

“Anything you say, Sammy!” He plants a kiss on his Sammy’s temple as they disappear down the stairs for dinner.

I

I'm Happy But I'm Not Gon'na Tell You Why...

oooooooooo

Jake came in the door from his time-out with himself for the whole day. He may have been allowed to go out by himself but he wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was not going to be alone--at all. The boy could actually see somebody following him the whole time. But he doesn't mind, in fact he welcomes it. He feels safe even if h was supposedly by himself.

From the moment he stepped out of the house, boarded his silver horse, paraded himself all around downtown til he got back home, the boy was not alone. Not even for a minute. Who was tailing him? He had no idea. All he knows for a fact is that it was one of his brothers. Only when he got inside the house did he feel that he got his freedom back. The boy plops onto the long couch in the den the second he got in the house. The den wasn't empty. Somebody was there whose presence he was more than welcome to come home to. He had a huge smile on his face which was unusual for somebody who doesn't smile often--even as a baby. And that was one thing that caught somebody else's attention quite easily, being Jake's twin.

Sam sneaks his older twin a glance through the corner of his eye. Jake is sitting beside him, slouching against him. And he is smiling widely at nothing in particular. The kid is just staring across the room from him.

"Alright, what is wrong with you?" Sam asks him.

"Hmm?" Jake cranes his neck to look at Sam's face. He is basically distracted. "Did you say something baby?"

"Are you alright?"

"Uh--yeah. Of course." his smile becomes wider as he leans his head against Sam's shoulder.

"Jake, can I ask you something?"

"Babe, haven't we been playing 20 questions already? And since when do you have to ask for permission to ask me something?"

"Okay...what are you being all clowny-faced for?"

"Hey--" Jake elbows Sam as he sits up and looks around the room. "--ix nay on the 'C' word, princess!"

"It's okay, the coast is clear. Gabe is taking a shower."

Jake looks at his watch and then throws Sam a questioning look before he snuggles to Sam's side again.

"Gabe doesn't take a bath before dinner?"

Sam chuckles.

"Well, he kind'a had to."

"Alright, what did you do, Samuel?" and with that more chuckles come out of the littlest Winchester after his older half launches his tickles on him." I told you not to bully the kid while I'm out, didn't i?"

"Jaaakkkkeeee, cut it--cut it..ooouutt.." Sam is curled up on the couch as he was trying to fend off Jake's further attacks on him in between chuckles. Jake backs off after awhile after he saw Sam was flinching. He sits back on the couch. Sam does too, while nursing his side. He wears a pout to boot."In case you didn't know--he was the one bullying me! He just had a little accident down the basement when he tried scaring me on my way down there."

"And by accident you mean 'mean Dean', right?"

Sam nods, smiling.

"What happened to poor Gabe this time?"

"He bathes on clothes softener." Sam chuckles some more.

"You and Dean are going to end up in hell one of these days, babe. I know it."

"Jake, don't change the subject." Sam picks up his book from the floor when it fell off earlier after Jake jumped him. He resumes reading while awaiting Jake's response. "What got you all smiling like a freak?"

"Frea--" Jake gasps, he elbows Sam again which made the kid whimper. "--I'm not a freak! Can I not be happy just for the heck of it?"

"Uh, let's see--" Sam pretends to think, "--nope. There's always got to be a reason. So what's got you all happy? That's an easy question, kid."

"Why do I got to tell you anything? It could be a secret."

"Because I'm your twin, you love me. And we're not supposed to keep secrets from each other." Sam gives him the puppy pout.

"Hmm, do I care about the puppy dog pout?" Jake asks himself out loud. "Uh--nope. Not this time."

"Jake, what is it?" Sam sits up and swivels to turn towards Jake, who upon Sam's removal of his presence from his side, the older twin allows himself to fall sideways on his back to the couch. He is looking at Sam's face upside down. "Want me to guess?"

"You could try."

"Hmm, is my big brother being all happy about a girl?"

"No."

"No?" Sam asks, the kid has just decided to turn this into a game with his twin. He loves these harmless banters with any of his brothers.

"No, it's not about a girl, Sam."

"Is it about a boy then?" Sam gives him his round eyes and the puppy dog look.

That's when Sam's face gets the business end of the cushion that was in access to the older twin's reach. Sam falls sideways and lands on his butt on the carpeted floor. But he is laughing. Jake quickly sits up to help Sam up. Checking the younger twin for any injuries in the process as he was helping him sit back down on the couch beside him.

"You alright?"

"I'm alright." Sam tells him. "So, are you going to tell me now what has made you all grinny already?"

"Still a 'no', sweetheart." he pats Sam on the knee.

"Then I'm not alright. Actually my back hurts." Sam starts nursing his back and grimaced.

"Sam, you just said you're alright a minute ago."

"Since you're not going to tell me what I want to know--I'm going to NOT be alright. And when Dean asks what's wrong with me, I'm going to tell him you hurt me." Sam narrows his eyes at Jake with an evil glint to it. "From out of nowhere."

"Wha--" Jake gasps, "--you wouldn't!"

They just hear footsteps coming down the stairs and then a familiar loud yawn follows.

"Hey Deanie!" Sam calls out as he was eyeing Jake mischievously.

"Hey, Sam!" Dean starts to walk towards the den, he sees Jake."Hey hey hey! The bachelor's back! Sowed some oats easy?"

"Yeah, only if some guys backed up a little, it would have been!" Jake growls.

"Hey Dean--do you know what Jake did to me?" Sam speaks up.Jake just covers the boy's mouth even before Sam could get half the sentence out. Dean just shook his head on that. Jake pulls his hand away just as quickly.

"My bad..." Jake blurts out. "..please don't hurt me?"

"Dude, don't grab him again like that, alright?" Dean tells him, his face looked serious but he was calm. "I hate that!"

"Yes, Dean."

"It's alright, Deanie." Sam tells Dean. "...Jake was just kidding..so was I..." Sam wraps an arm around his older half's shoulders.

Dean nods.

"Want me to get you guys anything?" he offers as he was on his way to the kitchen.

"Bottled water, Deanie."Sam turns to Jake, "Do you want anything Jake?"

"I'm good."

"Be right back." Dean turns to leave. The twins start growling at each other in mute bantering. The middle brother turned around to check on Jake since he read that the boy looked scared of him. "Hey Jake--"

The twins just turned to him and gave him a big grin.

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean's brow rose. He wanted to laugh. But didn't.

"We're cool, right?"

"Of course, Dean.'

"Good."

Dean disappears behind the swinger door with a big smirk on his face.

'Those two are getting weirder by the day.'

"You almost got me killed." Jake slaps Sam on the knee lightly.

"You might still be if you don't tell me what you're being happy about?" Sam threatens.

"god, you are a bitch, Sammy!"

"It's Sam."

"Whatever!"

"So...what is it about--if it's not about a boy?" Sam chuckles.

"Well, you might just think it's lame, Sam." Jake slouches on the couch, Sam sits back down next to Jake, their shoulders touching.

"Of course not. You know me."

"Yeah, you're right. you won't."

"Come on? The suspense is killing."

"You know how I've been asking for a me-time from daddy, the guys--and you, for the longest time?"

"Sure?"

"Well, I got one today. But it wasn't actually a me-time perse cause when you say 'me-time' it actually means alone time with 'me'... I wasn't that the whole fuckin' day."

"Cussing, Jake. You want me to cuss at you?"

"No, okay..sorry."

"Jake, this doesn't explain why you're happy."

"I'm getting there... well, even though I didn't get what I asked for, I somehow still found this day worth being happy about."

"Why is that?"

"Sam, you guys--whoever it was that dad sent to watch me, spent the whole day tailing me. I intentionally went to the most ridiculous of places downtown just to try and get the tail off my back--but you guys never came up to me once to tell me to quit it. You gave me time for myself. At the same time, you were watching my back. I felt like you guys really cared about me."

Sam couldn't help but smile at that.

"I told you it's lame...go ahead, laugh at me..." Jake whines in a muffle.

That's when Sam gives his older half a hug.

Dean may not have been near the den that time, but since the house had been too quiet, he heard everything. He wore the same smile on Sam's face.

"Oh and Jake, "Sam speaks up in the hug.

"Yeah?"

"It was me and Dean the whole time."

"I figured it was."

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Indian Tribe

6-year old Dean Winchester’s green eyes just sparkled. After Mary told him the activities for that particular Saturday a week ago, the kid could barely hold his excitement in. He has been marking the calendar for that specific date.

It had only been a few days after the twins’ 2nd birthday.

“Mommy, is it Saturday yet?” bright eyed-and bubbly, he’d be bouncing on his parent’s bed asking over and over.

“Dean, sweetie…it’s not Saturday yet. You still got school right?” Mary catches the boy after John playfully swipes the boy off his feet. “Now you go and get ready for school now—go on!”

Eloise had already started breakfast in the kitchen when Dean came down the stairs.

“Hey squirt, I have something for you.”

“What is it? Is it a spider again--or a bug?” Dean pouts at his older brother as he was getting his butt up on the barstool beside Eloise. “I’m going to scream if you give me bug again, Teddy! I mean it!”

Eloise laughs.

“It’s not a bug. It’s a calendar. See,” he pointed to the calendar he posted on the fridge door then he gave Dean a red marker. “You…can mark the days til Saturday. That way you don’t keep waking mom up to ask her if it’s freakin’ Saturday yet. I already crossed out today and yesterday--so you can start tomorrow, okay?” he ruffles Dean’s hair.

The kid gets off his seat and heads for the fridge. His eyes are all gleaming as he was trying to make heads or tails of the calendar.

“It’s just a few more days til Saturday, huh?” he turns to Eloise.

“Yup.”

The younger kid then dashes at his big brother and hugs him around the waist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, squirt.” Eloise had barely said those words when he notices Dean back off and cupping on hand over his mouth and one hand behind him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Ooops.”

“What?” Eloise notices the kid looking at his shirt on the back part. He twists his head behind him and got off his seat. “DEAAANNN!”

And with that both boys can be seen and heard running around the house. When Mary came down later to check on them, she gasped and then looks at her oldest boy to scorn. John when he came in laughs out loud which owned him an elbow on the side courtesy of Mary.

“Theodore, what did you do?” Mary is stifling her snickers. “Dean, sweetie…come here…”

“He put red marker all over my new shirt, mom!”

“So you put red marker on your brother’s face?”

Eloise looks at Dean beside him. Then he holds a high five up for Dean.

“It’s cool, right, Dean? He’s an Indian!” the older boy pumps his brows at his little brother.

“I’m an Indian mommy!”

“Oh Teddy…” Mary is busy trying to remove the marker from the kid’s cheeks. She could hear John laughing in the den. “John Winchester, you need to do something about this!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m on the phone with the company that made the marker.” He calls out to her. “I’m gon’na see what removes it.”

--

Dean would be busting in his parent’s room everyday asking the same question for the past two days before Eloise came up with the calendar thing. And now that it is finally here, he can’t be more excited even if he tried.

It’s Saturday.

His mom is doing the garden for the whole day with their dad and big brother Eloise so he is tasked with the most important duty of all, watching his two year old twin baby brothers.

Dean had just plopped Jake onto the big cushion on the floor. And as usual Jake is just sitting there, all inanimate and looking all serious. Next he pulls Sam out of the crib and props him next to his twin. He had barely put Sam down when as he got back after a quick second from the kitchen to get their formula, he found the younger twin on the other side of the room, crawling on padded hands and knees.

“Sammy…I told you to stay put.” Dean looks around and saw Jake in the same place he put him and he can’t help but look the baby in the face the second he got back from rounding up runaway Sammy. He even snaps his finger in front of the older twin’s face. “Jake, are you alive?”

No response.

Dean hands Jake his formula and made the baby lie down. That was just too easy cause the second Dean did it—Jake stayed down. Sam however was a different story. The younger twin was on all fours again, his bottle, untouched.

“Baby, you are like a puppy, you know that, Sammy?” Dean has just rounded the baby from the doorway this time. This time he wasn’t taking any chances he got the cushions from the couch and made a fort around them. This time Sam stayed put. He couldn’t see anything else around him but the stack of cushions, Jake and Dean. So he crawls towards his bottle and started feeding. Dean is in front of the twins with a glimmer of proud accomplishment in his eyes.

Sam is feeding on his bottle while playing with his toes while Jake just fed, still with a pout.

Several minutes later, Mary had to look at John with a big smile on her face after they heard baby giggles coming out the window.

‘Aww, Sam…’ Mary mused in her head.

“I swear to you mom, that kid—he laughs at just about anything! Kind a like you!” Eloise tells her as he walks past her to the garage.

“I do not laugh at just about anything.” Mary objects, laughing. John leans in and kisses her on the top of the head as she was kneeling beside her bed of roses. John just got up to get some pruning tools in the garage after Eloise.

When Eloise came back out, he continues the story, “Yesterday, I just came out of the bathroom with my hair all wet—he wouldn’t stop laughing for hours, mom. Sam is a giggle bunny. But Jake, man, he just looked at me…he’s like one of those life size dolls or something. He’s like dad.” He whispers the last part.

Mary laughs.

“See what I mean!” Eloise blurts out.

--

It wasn’t an hour later when Mary decided to check on her three boys inside. As she got closer to peep inside the fort Dean made, she could gasp at what she came to find--Dean has fallen asleep, curled up to his side with one arm protectively draped over both twins’ tummies as they slept, Sam in the middle of the huddle. That scene would have been picture perfect right there, if not for the red marker lines under each of the twins’ pudgy cheeks and his middle boy’s cheek.

Eloise stood beside her after he came in for a drink.

“Hey--my little Indian tribe!” Eloise says out loud musingly. He catches his mom’s pouting face, “Hey, mom--“ he grins wryly and would have run off but Mary was quick enough to grab him around the waist and manages to spank him in between chuckles coming from both of them.

“You naughty boy!” Mary tells the older boy after she let him go. She was a bit upset since it was hard enough to remove it from Dean’s face the last time—who knows how long it would take to remove it from the twin’s faces this time around. But the look on Eloise’s face and his three boys who did look like Indians made it difficult for Mary to stay upset, so Mary let it slide.

“Alright, now the Indian chief is back…slide over squirt.”

Mary watched Eloise’s disappear inside the cushion fort before she goes back outside.

“Who did your face, Teddy?” Dean asks as he was holding Sammy in his lap minutes later.

“Mom.” He has Jake in his lap.

“Cool!” Dean laughs.

--

20 year-old Dean Winchester is in his room looking at a picture he found in Eloise’s room a day ago. It was of the four of them, inside the fort, red markers and all. Their mom took their picture that day and he remembered every detail of that special day as it happened. The day he was trusted with taking care of the twins for the first time. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in--“

Sam’s face pops in.

“Deanie, dinner is ready.”

“Hey Sam--“

“Yeah?”

“Come here--“

Two minutes later when they came down. The second they came in the kitchen, Eloise who was there with DJ, Jake and Pierce could not help but laugh. Sam and Dean had red markers on their upper cheeks.

The rest could not get the gist but Eloise and Dean did. And that was enough.

Eloise met Dean’s eyes and they both nod at each other.

His big brother remembered.

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Note: A One-shot A few weeks after Todd came back to the Plains, somebody decided to drop by at the Whitfield’s for a visit.

It’s A Boy Girl Thing!

Jake came to the door. He was in a hurry to start playing hoops with Robin in the driveway when he heard the door chime. Upon opening the front door, his face broke into a big grin, a suggestive on. Todd coughs to call attention to himself and it worked. Jake’s eyes averted to him away from the other person he is standing at the porch with.

“Is Sam home?” Todd asks.

“You know he is, mister! And didn’t you just call Sam a second ago?” Jacob points out. “Come in. He’s upstairs.” He was following Todd’s companion with his eyes.

Todd just shoves Jake on the chest lightly.

“You are a meanie, Todd. You didn’t mention this to him on the phone, did you?”

The Williams kid just smirks.

“Hey where’s Dean?” he calls out as Jake was about to close the door after him.

“Dude, “Jake’s head pops back in, “--it’s the weekend! You know those two are always intertwined or something!” and with that, he leaves, scoffing at the question.

Pierce is coming out of the swinger with a bowl of cookies and a soda as he was headed for the den to do a movie marathon going. Todd picks up the DVD cover and gives him a scorning look.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“ Beverly hills? Are you a girl?” Todd asks him.

“Uh—see…” Pierce peeps into his shirt and gives his chest a big pat. “…no boobs, so no!”

Todd’s little companion chuckles.

They just heard Dean’s voice from the stairs quickly followed by Sam’s. They were bantering over something.

“Hey Sam, guess who’s here?” Pierce calls out as they are looking their way.

Sam’s face breaks into a smile.

“Hi, Sam!”

“Ricky!”

Dean didn’t miss the expression on his little brother’s face. He ruffles the kid’s hair the second they got to the bottom of the stairs. Leaning in he manages to whisper to the kid’s ear.

“Go get her tiger!”

Sam turns to him and glared before he darts to the den and sat beside her. Dean caught Todd’s eyes and both did a thumb’s up, of course behind Sam and Ericka’s backs. But then Pierce had to blow it up.

“Huh, Conspiracy Theory!”

Sam looks up and caught Dean’s eyes. The middle brother automatically flashes a big grin.

“Hey Todd, can you come here a minute? I need your help with something--“Dean calls out. Both Sam and Ericka follow their big brothers with their eyes as both disappeared into the kitchen.

“Dean is acting weirder than normal, isn’t he?” Ericka turns to Sam as she gets off the couch and sat on the floor by the coffee table. She went reading the DVD cover and reaching into Pierce’s bowl of popcorn. “You mind?" She asks Pierce about the popcorn.

“Uh—no--go ahead. My popcorn’s your popcorn…even my lil brother’s yours. You can take him home if you want?” came the older boy’s tease.

Ericka chuckles to that as she chucks a popcorn kernel at Pierce playfully. In return the older boy chucks one at her hitting her on the nose, making him chuckle. Sam was just looking at them with a smile in his heart and in his eyes. Ericka turned to him with a popcorn kernel in her hand and a big smile on her pretty face.

“Hey Sam--watch this!” she tosses the kernel up and caught it in her mouth. When she turned to Sam, she gave him a pump of her brows and a big wink. "I'm good huh?"

“Sam, this girl can do tricks! We can make money out of her--she’s a keeper!” Pierce tells his little brother. “So KEEP HER, ‘kay?”

“What do you mean?” Ericka turns to Pierce and then to Sam as she was munching on popcorn she was eating from her hand. She picked herself up from the floor and sat on the couch beside Sam who is red in the face as a ripe apple.

“As my friend. Danny suggests that I should really keep you as my friend, Ricky. Right, Dan?” Sam is widening his eyes at the older boy, who is in the mood to tease.

“No, I meant girlfriend, what’s wrong with you?” Pierce says nonchalantly. Ericka turns to face Sam. The littlest Winchester caught her eyes but broke the connection first.

“She already has a boy friend, Dan.” Sam spoke up as he picks up a kernel from Ericka’s hand and chucks it at Pierce.

“Of course she has, YOU! Why else would I be telling you to keep her?”

Ericka chuckles as she leans her head against Sam’s shoulder. She even manages to slip her one arm around the boy’s waist. Sam could actually hear his heart beating in his ears now.

KKKKKKRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

The den phone ringing was a welcome sound for Sam since it got Pierce to get up and leave them—for awhile.

“So, what have you been up to?” Ricky asks Sam. They were both slouched on the long couch as they were left by themselves there. She has one arm wrapped around Sam’s arm. The boy is making himself busy flicking the clicker to get the blush on his cheeks to go away.

“Well, been doing nothing much really. But I had a field day when Todd came back though.” Sam cranes her neck to catch her face. “That was crazy, I was like, thinking that I had just gone crazy then--I even tried running away from him when he chased me.“

Ericka sits up and faced Sam.

“I know! I was like all crazy too, Sam! For over an hour I was like all…oh my god!” even making funny faces for better description, Sam chuckles. They had just found a topic that shifted them back to their ‘just friends’ days. Sam’s blush went away like a blink as he was all normal now.

Dean and Todd are peeping all the way from the kitchen. They just gave each other big pats on the back.

“Dude, do you realize that should Sam get your lil sister knocked up--we could end up brothers-in-law, man!” Dean turns to his friend with a big wide grin on his face. That just owned him a swat on the back of the head from Todd. “Kidding! And it’s Sammy, Todd. Seriously.”

“Yeah, that may be but they did make-out before, Dean.” Todd points out."Who knows what pointers your lil brother had picked up from you and your evil maniac minions in this house!"

“Really? Those lil cupcakes in there made-out?” Pierce who was just coming in from the kitchen back door heard them.

“Hey, you told, you big mouth!" Dean slaps Todd on the arm. "It was not me!”

Before they could even grab Pierce, the boy had already gone out of the door.

“So you two actually made-out before, huh?” he calls out, making both kids at the den turn red in the face. Right about that time, Jake just came in with Robin. After he heard that from Pierce, he snaps his fingers.

“I knew you were keeping a secret about her, baby!”

“I think I’m gon’na have a heart attack!” Sam whispers to himself to which Ericka heard as she turned to face him. She didn’t say anything, all she did was chuckle.

“Hey Ricky--“Dean comes out of the swinger followed by Todd. The minute he got to the den and before he found a seat beside his Sammy, he manages to slap Pierce on the nape.

“Ow!” Pierce whines. “I was curious! I’m inquisitive!”

Dean snarls at him.

“What is it, Dean?” she turns to Dean. Todd sat beside Ericka.

“—Todd told on you that's how big mouth Danny knows now.” Dean finishes. Pierce scowls at Dean after being called a big mouth.

“What?” Todd scowls after Ericka pinched him on the side, “Why I ought to--hey Sam-- Dean told on you, princess!“

Sam turns to Dean with a pout. “I know!”

Ericka takes Sam’s face gently in her hand as she made him face her.

“You told on me…grrrr….”” she wrinkles her nose at him, Jake and Robin just props in front of them on the floor as they joined in the teasing. She let his face go as she starts eating popcorn again.

“I-uh—“ Sam grins flinchingly as he elbows Dean on the side lightly. The kid turns to face his big brother and snarls like a harmless little puppy, “I’m keeping all my secrets from you now, Deanie.”

"Of course you are, baby!" Dean dismisses that with a laugh as he pulls the kid by the collar to his side for a snuggle. Ericka is pretty much snuggled to her big brother’s side too.

“So how was it?” Jake turns to his baby twin and Ricky. HE had a proud look on his face too.

“I’m telling daddy on you guys…” came Sam’s defense. And again the harmless puppy snarl curls up on his upper lip.

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Note: This is a one-shot within that time period where Sam and Jake were living in Durcell, Eloise in Portland, Pierce in the Valley and Dean in the Plains,

Lost Without Each Other

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Jake had woken up early and had already fixed breakfast for their old man and Sam. That is his usual morning routine and his evening routine. He prepares the food but he always ends up eating half of it himself since JW would often be too busy to eat and Sam is basically a ghost in a nutshell for the past couple of months. They could barely get to neither see nor talk to him. He is either just up in his room on weekends and he leaves the house real early on school days and comes home late every night.

It was a bright Monday morning and today, Jake woke up earlier than his usual so he can get a chance to see his little brother. And he was not denied that. He caught Sam coming down the stairs. The older twin was standing by the foot of the stairs to meet the younger twin and only then did he realize how much weight his half had lost in a span of two months.

‘Oh my god, Sam…’ Jake gasps in his head.

Sam just got to where he was and would have walked past him. But Jake grabs him on the arm.

“We need to talk.” Jake started. Sam looks him in the eyes.

“About what?” came the cold response from Sam. “Cause I am kind of in a hurry, Jacob. I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time for you--for anybody.”

“Is that right?”

Sam pulls his arm away and brushes past Jake as he headed for the kitchen.

“Samuel!” Jake was on his heel and grabs the kid again. But this time it was by the scruffs of the boy’s jacket as he pushes him up against the wall. “You back sass me again to my face and I will give you a fat lip you jack ass!”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh no no…it’s not a threat at all, Sam. It’s a promise!” Jake tells the kid off as he let him go. But not before slamming the kid against the wall first—and then he let him go. “You don’t think for one second that I don’t see what you’re doing Sam. We’re not twins for nothing, mister! I’m just trying to understand what you’re going through—but the second I get so full of this bitchy way you’re acting towards me and dad--I’m not just going to give you a fat lip!” Jake jabs a fist at the kid’s chest. It got a bit harder than he intended which actually made Sam grunt on contact. “Now that’s a threat!”

The older twin disappears into the kitchen. As Jake sat behind the counter he heard the front door close. Sam just left. The boy in the kitchen just shut his eyes in frustration. The first time he gets to talk to Sam in a long time and it had to involve threatening him. It just made Jake feel all kinds of crazy and sore inside.

--

Sam heads to the garage to get to his bike in there. Tears were streaming down the sides of his face even before he got there. He was walking his bike out when he just felt like welling up and he gave in to it. He finds himself slid to the garage floor leaning against the side of their old man’s truck and just crying his heart out.

‘Dean...what did I do wrong? I didn’t ask for this…I really didn’t…why can’t you take me back?’

His gaze is pointed at the wall across the garage from him. His tears are relentless on his face.

“Why can’t you take me back?” Sam finally finds his voice and softly muffles it. “I want to go home, Dean…please, let me go home…”

A few feet away from Sam, leaning against the wall, was Jake.

“Sam…”

He heard his baby brother.

Jake’s tears fell as he watched Sam get up and walk his bike out of there.

--

Eloise is coming out of his dorm room. He is on his way to his class. He was up unusually early today and it was unexplainable. He just is. The oldest Winchester boy is distracted for unknown reasons. He has been for the past couple of months. He hasn’t heard from his little brothers for the same length of time and he misses them.

“Hey, Ted!”

His friend Josh just ran up to him from across the hall.

“Hey, man! What’s up?”

“You’re up early?” Josh had to point it out to Eloise who just smiles.

“Well, I wanted to get to class early.”

“Oh wait--got your mail too. And I must say your girl sure is crazy about you, man! She sent you a bunch of letters—in a week alone!” he hands the letters to the boy.

“Yeah, I’m real lucky she has stuck by me, man.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Ted.” His friend gives him a pat on the back. “Hey Derrick is in town and DJ’s cousins--called me up last night too. Want to hang out later?”

“I don’t know. I’ll see if I’m not too bummed out.” came Eloise’s distracted response as he was going through his mail.

“Ted, you’ve been like this since you got here, dude. What’s up?”

Eloise gives a heavy sigh. When just then his eyes fell on one particular letter.

“Jake…” Eloise’s heart leapt. ‘A letter from Jake.’

“What?” Josh had to ask. Eloise stops walking and turns to his friend.

“Uh, I’ll catch you later, Josh. If I’m not too lazy I think I’ll catch up with you guys—same bar, right?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Great. Catch you later! I just have to do—something.”

After having said that, Eloise starts walking to his class. Josh watched his friend walk away and he could not help but feel bad for his friend.

--

Pierce is sitting behind the dining table eating his cereal. His focus was on the seat across the table from him. It was empty; his mom’s seat. Several minutes later, the boy shook his head in disappointment.

‘Must you do this again, mom? You promised to call me if you can’t make it home. Damn it!’ he gets up and washed his bowl. ‘I’m tired of being parent to a parent…damn it!’ He just reached his hand up to his face to wipe the tear that just fell to his cheek. He had barely done washing in the sink when he hears the front door open.

It was Nick, one of his mom’s boy friends.

‘Oh just fuckin’ great!’ the boy cussed to himself, “Where’s my mom?” Pierce asks the guy.

“She’s back in my place. She asked me to get her briefcase. Can you get it for me?”

“Why didn’t she come home?”

“Listen kid, I am in no mood for this.”

“She has a son! Why can’t she be responsible for a change—this is getting really old!“

“Get the briefcase!”

Pierce came back with the briefcase and handed it to the guy which turned out to be a bad idea cause he got close enough for the guy to reach his hand in and slap the boy on the side of the head.

“You do not bad mouth her, you hear me?” Nick has him on the nape. “You should be grateful she even comes home at all.”

Pierce watched the door slam after his mom’s boyfriend; his head is still ringing with the sting of the slap. Only after Nick left did the boy allow the tears to fall.

‘I’m tired of this, mom…’

--

Dean is eating breakfast with the granny’s. He was all normal and bubbly as he normally is. Cocky and even every bit happy as it seem to Armando and Amaliah. But the minute he stepped out of the front door, the boy’s face took a different mask on.

As he was getting in his truck he passed by the mustang by the driveway and it just pricked his heart. He fought off the urge to cry. He got to his truck and started the engine. And that’s when his glove box popped open by itself. As Dean reached in to close it, he caught something on the floor of his truck. He picks it up and was about to toss it back in the glove compartment when he just realized what it was. There in his hand was his Sammy’s spare inhaler. That was more than enough to make the boy start bawling right there.

As he pulled over at the school lot, Brandon was waiting for him by his ride. When Dean got off, the other boy immediately read the puffy eyes.

“Dean, you okay?”

“Yeah…I got something in my eye earlier. It’s gone now.”

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“Back off, B!”

“Dean, you are miserable without the kid!”

“I was okay without him before--I can do it again!” Dean starts walking ahead.

“You can? What about him?” Brandon grabs Dean’s arm and makes him stop walking. “What about Sam? Do you think he can do this?”

Dean looks Brandon in the face, he doesn’t say anything. He just brushes his best friend off and starts walking away.

M

My Big Brother Dean

“I told you to leave it alone, but Noooo! You just had to go Rambo in First Blood!” Sam was upset and was scolding his big brother who was on the bed all wounded. “But guess what, dude? The way you look right now? You kind ‘a look more like a--” Sam with squinty eyes, assessing his big brother from head to toe was thinking of the right words to better describe his brother when;

“Don’t you even say it!” The older boy threatened.

“Awright…your call…now, don’t move! I’ll be right back.” And with that Sam Winchester headed for the bathroom to return the first aid kit. He had been fixing and cleaning his big brother up for the last half hour. They have just been to a little brawl on account of something really ‘trivial.’ That definition was actually according to the geek boy Sam.

27 year-old Dean Winchester gently tried easing back onto his bed by himself when Sam heard a cry rip, sending the younger boy to his brother’s side in 5 seconds top.

“What did I just tell you, man?” Sam started and was a bit annoyed that his big brother didn’t listen to his instruction, “You’re sheep stubborn, Dean! Really…” Sam blurted while helping his Dean lay back comfortably on the bed.

“You’re the sheep…” was all Dean was able to offer in come back; he was too tired and battered to argue.

“What was that?” Sam asked, as he sat on his bed that was only a few feet away from his brother’s. “That’s all you got now?” Teased Sam; Dean Winchester is usually the ‘big bag of tricks’ of wise comebacks. But apparently--the bag is all out tonight. At least for tonight anyways.

Dean just made a face but didn’t say anything. That somehow got Sam suddenly worried. His brother would usually, regardless of how hurt he was; offer a little side comment or snide remark. But as Sam looked at Dean, he was just quietly lying back on his bed. With a slight grimace on his face.

“You okay, man?” Sam had to ask.

Dean nodded; his one arm reaching to nurse over his side and then hissing in pain.

Again not saying anything; “Dean--“

Dean just put up a hand in mid-air to stop whatever Sam had to say.

“No, Dean--I need to say this…”Sam objected, “…I’m glad you did what you did earlier,dude! Knowing you…even if you’d be outnumbered and all, you’ll never take a second thought to jump in when you see me in trouble--and for that…I uh-”

“Dude--I’m telling you, if you try and hug me--and I’m all dented up already as it is? So help me--I’ll grab my keys, drive out back to that…stupid excuse for a bar that is was, but hot chicks by the way…oooohhh and I mean H-O-T-T...” Dean just bit his lower lip and shut his eyes as if imagining the women to appear all of a sudden in front of him or something and then his face went back to grimacing again in a few seconds; “…I’ll grab your ass and throw you out to the wolves ‘cause Sammy--this sheep is just too tired and not to mention lazy, to even care! So don’t--try and hug me!”

Sam actually timed his brother’s tirade. “Wow! A minute and a half…”Sam blurted. “…not bad for a careless lazy sheep…”Flashing Dean his dimpled wide grin after.

“What are you talking about?” Dean snaps.

“Nothing--“ Rolling his eyes out to Dean; stood up and takes off his jacket and was in no time on his bed staring up the ceiling. “…well, anyways…if you need anything, Dean…” Sam just turned off the light on the nightstand.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“And Dean--“ The younger boy just wanting to tease his big brother more, since he very well knows Dean can’t get up and pummel him right now;

“What, Sammy? Whaaat?”

“H-O-T…”

It took Sam a few seconds to hear Dean’s response which was, “Yeah, whatever...bitch!”

Sam just gave out a wide smile, dimples all showing and all. A good half an hour later though, Sam decided to yet annoy his brother further,

“Dean--“

“What the hell--“Dean lifted his head to look at his brother on the other bed; he can make out the figure through squinty eyes in the dark.

”You wan’na go pee-pee or something, Lassie?”

Sam snickered silently; he could just imagine the veins popping on Dean’s forehead by now, “You recall I referred to you as Rambo in First Blood earlier? What with the berserking you did at the car lot--?”

“Are you kidding me with this--“Mumbled Dean as he laid back his head onto his pillow.

“I meant to tell you that instead of Rambo--You look like a raccoon, Dean!”

“That’s it!” Dean Winchester just had it.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

“Dean…come on? It’s cold out here--“

Sam, in his boxers and shirt all barefoot; was pounding on the door. Big brother just threw him out. Looks like he had a little more juice in him left to drag his 6’4 baby brother out the door after all.

Dean could hear his brother pounding on the door; he’ll give him a few more minutes.

“Well, I’ll be… Geek boy wasn’t kidding! I do look like a fuckin’ raccoon...” Dean was looking at himself in the mirror inside the bathroom. He had a pair of black eyes after one of the guys they had a brawl at the bar with earlier managed to accidentally elbow him and twice.”Humph!”

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Sam is standing outside the door that was open now, but his big brother was standing in the doorway; Sammy was hugging himself, shivering.

“Oh come on, Dean? For someone who didn’t want my ass to get kicked at the car lot earlier--Dude, you’re actually doing a pretty good job with it yourself!” Started Sam.

“Say it! Or you’re nuts are turning into popsicles! You’re choice--”

Sam was glaring at his big brother; shook his head and inhaled a big gulp of air,

“I am Samantha and I love to dance the polka. My big brother Dean is…”

Dean was forcing not to laugh; was standing in the doorway with both arms crossed over his chest waiting for his baby brother to say the password.

“And my big brother Dean is what--“Dean coaxed, sarcastically. “Come on, he’s what? Say it…”

Sam shut his eyes tight; “…is a god… a very good-looking god…”

Dean just moved out of the way and let his shivering brother come in; a few minutes of limping his way back to his own bed and turning off the light, Dean just looked over at his brother who was by now all comfy on his bed; and then laid his head back down.

He would never in any circumstance whatsoever, really leave his baby brother out in the cold.

Thinking his baby brother was more or less a still a little mad, he waited til he thought Sam had already fallen asleep before he muffled; “Good night, Sammy…”

And then he turned to his side to sleep. Unexpectedly though, he was rewarded with a,

“Good night, Dean…”

The older boy just smiled before finally drifting to sleep.

“Man! Now this sheep can sleep…”

The End

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Note: Yup, another one-shot. It’s a take a year after Sam came back to the Plains and him and Dean are NOT yet getting along in this one.

Please Remember

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15 year old Dean Winchester just came up the stairs when he runs into Sam coming out of his bed room. The kid is on his way to school. The younger boy as he looked up, when his eyes met his big brother’s actually looked away immediately; it was like he was burned when he met Dean’s gaze.

The kid had a couple of his books in his arms and his back pack on his shoulders. He slowly inched his way down the hall towards the stairs. He wanted to go back in his bedroom, but Dean was already halfway to where he was.

Dean’s eyes never left the kid. The very second they got alongside each other the older boy’s hand shot out and the next thing was Sam is picking up his books from the floor. With his big brother looking down on him wearing a big smug grin and a cold unfeeling gaze on his face. He picks up one of Sam’s book before the kid could even reach for it. He reads the cover and then walks away with it.

Sam had to stay a couple extra hours in school later that day for missing out on his deadline on that particular book he was suppose to turn in that day, since Dean took it.

--

The boy was just getting off his bike and was walking it to the garage when he chances upon Brandon playing hoops in the driveway. The older boy is waiting up for Dean who just went in to grab them bottled water.

“Hey--“

Sam would have acknowledged that but right about that time, he heard the front door so instead he stoops his head and walks past Brandon.

“Nice to meet you--“ Brandon calls out and then smirks at how ridiculous he was talking to himself. He resumes playing. He had no idea Dean was even at the front porch which was reason enough to make Sam act the way he did.

Sam was putting the chains to his bike in the garage when as he was about to get up from crouching in front of it, a hand grabs him by the collar yanks him up.

“What did I say about talking to any of my friends?” Dean fiercely whispers to his little brother’s face. He just shoves the kid by the chest hard enough to make the kid whimper and leave bruises on him in a few minutes. Sam tried stepping back but Dean quickly grabs him by the scruff with both hands as he was shaking him.

“I didn’t talk to him…I didn’t, Dean…I swear…I didn’t…”

“You were fuckin’ close enough, you little bitch! And I told you a million times not to get anywhere near them, didn’t I? Any of them--and you just did.”

“Dean, I—I was just coming in here…I wasn’t going…I wasn’t going to talk to him…I swear…” the kid is literally shaking as he looked up his big brother’s face. His eyes are starting to film over with unshed tears.

“You are gon’na cry about it now?” Dean scoffs, “You gon’na tell on Grams? Gramps? That it, Samuel?” he takes the boy by the face in one hand and squeezed til he could feel his fingers piercing the kid’s face. “Are you telling on me now, Sammy?”

“No, D-Dean…”

“I can’t hear you…”

“No…” the kid whimpers and then came the tears as they trickled down the sides of his face. Dean let go after he felt it make contact with his hand. “You don’t belong here, you hear me? You should go back to the Valley…you never should’ve come back!”

He shoves the kid by the chest before he leaves the garage.

Sam watched his big brother disappear by the garage door before he started sobbing. He slid to the corner beside his bike as he nursed his chest. He leans his head against the wall and shut his eyes. It just rang in his ears like it just happened yesterday; the events of 7 years ago, a year after Mary’s death. It’s the same place, the garage.

oooOOooo

John Winchester’s voice is ringing mad.

“Dean, did you see him in the house earlier?”

He was talking to Dean about Sam.

“Uh—“

“I was at the lawn earlier…remember? You…you were…reading at the…steps…you saw me at the lawn…” Sam turned to face Dean with tears running down his face, he was pleading for help. “You saw me, remember? I didn’t go in the house, daddy…”

“Dean, did you see him at the lawn?” John asked Dean and then turned to Sam again, “I have tons of paperwork all messed-up in there and it’s got you written all over it!” he shook Sam; Dean could hear his brother whimper.

“I didn’t do it, daddy…I was outside the whole day—like you told me…”

John looked at Dean.

“Was he at the lawn?”

“Remember? You were reading…Deanie...you saw me...I asked you something and you didn't answer me...”

“I don’t remember, dad.”

Came Dean’s response.

“Deanie…” Sam looked crestfallen as he was imploring. "Please remember..."

Dean just turned back and walked away.

The next thing was thuds and whimpers happened.

oooOOooo

‘Deanie...please remember me…’Sam sobbed, ‘Please…’ his eyes directed towards the garage door where Dean disappeared to barely minutes ago. Barely seconds later his face started to show bruises made by Dean’s grip on him earlier. But what hurt him more weren’t the bruises that are on his body it’s the bruises in his heart.

He heard his big brother and the rest of his friends messing around outside his window in the driveway. They were playing hoops. Normally on Fridays they do that. Sam leans against the wall and peeps through the corner of the blinds. He just caught Dean messing around with Rob, the youngest one in the group. His big brother looked happy. The kid walks back to his bed and sat there. He hasn’t seen that look on Dean around him. All Dean is around him is angry and furious. Sam curled up on his bed and just looked towards the window. Then he let his hand slip under his pillow and pulled up a picture. It was taken after Mary’s funeral. It was the last time Sam remembered Dean holding on to him. And that same day, Dean let go of his hand.

The whole time he was in the Valley, he never had any idea that his brother hated him, until he came back a year ago and found a whole different person possessing his big brother Dean. THAT and after what he heard the granny’s talk about two weeks ago as he was coming home from school. He was at the hallway, walking past their bedroom when he heard them.

“Amaliah, you are never going to change how the boy feels about his brother. Can you not see how much hatred he has in his heart for Samuel? He and his old man are going about this the same way, Amaliah!”

“Well, we can’t do anything about John but Dean, he just has to try harder! Samuel is staying whether he likes it or not! He just has to stop blaming his little brother for their mother’s death!”

Sam felt something trickle down his mouth after freezing there outside the granny’s door. His nose bleeds started. And even before he was found out to have been listening, he had already gone in to his own bedroom.

‘You never wrote me back because you hated me...you hated me all this time and I didn't even know, Dean...I didn’t know…'

”Can you not see how much hatred he has in his heart for Samuel?”

“…and dad too…he hated me too…god, I’m sorry. I killed my mom. I killed her.” tears started to soak his pillow as he was lying there, “…I killed mommy…I’m sorry…”

S

Sad Movies Always Make Dean Cry

Sam is still sleeping in his room, curled up to his side hugging a big soft blue pillow.

It’s May 2nd.

Dean woke up especially early today. It’s a special day, this time starting this year; it’s just that for him. He was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, and it isn’t for him—it’s for somebody else. Amaliah is just watching the boy fondly from across the counter.

“So you think you got every food group on your little tray now, sweetie?” she asks.

Dean steps back and takes look at his spread on the tray. He looks up at Amaliah and gives her a wink.

“I think so.”

“You forgot the dingdongs, honey!” She juts Dean towards the fridge, no sooner had she said that when her grandson dashes for the cold box to grab the treats, they both look at the contents of the tray now. “Now it’s perfect, Dean.”

“A perfect description of your grandson--what?” Dean asks her as he points at himself. Amaliah wrinkles her nose at Dean as she shakes her head.

“Not likely.”

“I heard that, woman!” Dean scowls as he picks the tray up and disappears behind the swinger.

When the middle brother came in the room, he saw the kid still sleeping on the bed. The 17-year old smiles contentedly as he heads for the bed. He mounts the tray by the foot of the bed on the floor as he sat on the bed facing his little brother. He sat there just looking at the kid for several minutes.

Dean didn’t realize it but tears were actually streaming down his face. His chest felt taut for some reason as he was looking at his baby brother sleeping. He remembers what he was doing a year ago, same time. He was at his girl friends, messing around when it’s supposedly a special day for someone close to him. He had already lost 6 years when Sam was sent to the valley. When his little brother came back--he had to waste 2 more years before he snaps out of his anger trance.

‘It’s better late than never, right, Sammy?’ the older boy reaches in and carefully picks up his Sammy’s hand in his. “Hey sleeping beauty, wake up!” he taps the boy on the face lightly. “Sammy, wake up…”

The kid starts to shift on the bed and rub his eyes with his knuckle. Dean hasn’t let go of his one hand yet. He looks up and catches Dean’s face; the kid automatically gives his big brother a big warm smile.

“Hey Deanie--you’re up early?”

Dean is toying with Sam’s hand in his, Sam squeezes back.

“Hey, I got something for you.” the older boy let go of Sam’s hand and turns to get something from the floor. Sam sits up excitedly on the bed.

“Is it a puppy?”

Dean looks over his shoulder and gives him a glare. He hasn’t revealed the present yet.

“If it’s a puppy there’d be whimpers, Sam.” Dean scoffs.

“A stuffed puppy.”

“It’s not a puppy—stuffed or--otherwise. Close you eyes.”

“Is it a snake? I’m scared of snakes, Dean.” the look on Sam’s face when he said that tugged on the older boy’s heart. He sat up and touches the boy on the face.

“That was the last time I tease you with a rubber snake, princess. I swear. No more snakes--rubber poop, slime--worms—“

“I love worms!” came the kid’s bubbly interruption.

“Well, I don’t—they’re itchy! Look—you want your present or not?” Dean petulantly blurts out.

Sam puts both hands over his eyes.

“Alright, no peeping--and don’t move either.” Dean got up and picks the tray up. He slowly places it in front of Sam as he goes back to sitting on the bed. “Okay slowly open your eyes now.”

The minute Sam did open his eyes, the look on his face as his gaze falls on the tray load of treats for breakfast was priceless for Dean.

“Dean--what’s this for?”

Dean gets up and kisses the kid on the top of the head and gives him a warm hug.

“Happy birthday, Sammy.”

Sam was speechless for a minute as he was looking at Dean. Then he started to sniffle. That got Dean taking the tray away quickly as he sat beside the kid. He has him to his side in an instant.

“What’s wrong? Hey—hey…Sam…” he worriedly asks the boy. “…I got you a real cake, Sammy. Don’t worry--oh geez don’t cry…it’s just too early to pick it up yet--but I am going to pick it up later—come on? Sam, I’ll just take it back if this upsets you--” he was about to get up when Sam grabs the older boy’s hand.

“Sammy, what’s wrong? Did I make you cry just then—what did I do?”

“Nobody greets me on my birthday, Dean. Not in a long while…in a really really long while.” Tears stream down Sam’s face again as he is looking up at Dean’s face as the boy is standing beside the bed.“Thanks, for remembering, Deanie.” He hugs Dean around the waist. The older boy hugs back, he leans in and kisses the boy on the head.

“It’s gon’na change now. Hey, so you want to eat your breakfast now?”

Sam nodded.

--

Todd is sitting beside Sam on the long couch. Henry is on the floor beside Robin. Mac and Brandon are on the smaller couches on either side of the long couch. They are all in the living room and are about to do a movie marathon. The brain boy turns to the rest of the guys.

“Why are we sitting our butts to watch a bunch of lame ass flicks again?” he asks.

“Cause, it’s Sam’s birthday. And that’s what he wants us all to do--so we’re going to do it.” Todd says with finality making Henry make a face at Sam before he turns his face around. Dean just put in the disc for the first movie in the line-up.

Robin picks up the cover from the table, he turns to Henry and they both scowl. Then they look over their shoulders at Sam who was chuckling.

“Riding in cars with boys? Fire starter?” Henry makes a face again, “Drew Barrymore?” he whines.

Dean just closes the blinds. He even manages to slap Henry and Robin on the heads silly before he props on the couch beside Sam.

“What was that for, Winchester?” Henry flings a throw pillow at him who caught it and puts it behind Sam’s head for comfort.

“Stop dumping on the movies--they’re not lame, right Sammy?” he turns to Sam.

“If they don’t like to watch it Dean, we can watch something else.” Sam whispers.

“No no, Sam. Henry was just messing around. And Robin too, right guys?” Todd gives them both death glares to which both younger boys give Sam automatic big grins for.

The Macs who are just watching from the sidelines could just snicker.

“Todd you can seriously be intimidating when you try, man! Seriously.” Mac reaches for a secret handshake from Todd.

An hour and a half later, the scene comes up where Drew’s character was letting her son go off to marry his childhood girlfriend, that’s when they hear sniffling.

The guys all scan each other’s faces.

The sniffles came again.

“Dean--“ Brandon calls out to his best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Are you crying, man?”

The guys all look at him.

“You kidding me? I don’t cry! I had--had something in my eye.” Came the cocky response as he gives his friends his fish hook in the eye brow look. Dean cranes his neck to look Sammy in the face too since the kid is looking at him with beady eyes. “I don’t do chick flick movies, little man.”

“Right.” Brandon scoffs.

“Anything you say, Dean.” Todd says patronizingly.

Fire starter was up next. The girl’s dad dies.

Sniffles.

Henry and Robin start to snicker up front as they start to hear the sniffle again. The Mac boys are also sneakily catching each other’s mouthings up to each other as they are eyeing Dean.

“CLeenex, Dean?” Henry calls out. And that’s when the brain boy’s head gets a pillow to it.

Mrs. Doubt fire.

The guys are all waiting for sniffles to come. The scene where Robin Williams just got found out by his family came. And then the part where he misses his children came, a good place for a chick flick moment. They were sure they were going to hear sniffle again, but this time--nothing.

“Hey Dean, are you alright there buddy? You’re awfully quiet?” Henry calls out to tease.

That’s when they hear chuckling instead.

When the guys turned around, only then did they find out why they could not hear sniffles from Dean anymore. He wasn’t even there anymore.

“Sam, where’s Mr. Sniffles?” Robin asks Sam. The kid points to the kitchen. A few seconds later the swinger opens with Dean coming out with a soda. He just found the guys all looking at him.

“What?”

“If I didn’t know any better you were crying in there weren’t you?” Brandon asks teasingly.

“Again, B….I don’t do chick flick moments, dude!” he sat beside Sam again. Sam looks at his big brother’s eyes closely. It was red and puffy but he doesn’t say anything.

The swinger door opens and in comes Amaliah.

“What are you boys watching in here?” she asks.

“Mrs. Doubtfire.” The boys chorus.

“Oh that’s Dean’s favorite movie. It always makes him cry the most.” Came Amaliah’s casual revelation as she goes back into the kitchen.

“Wha--“Dean gasps as he shrinks to his seat to Sammy’s side.

The guys all look at Dean. Henry opens his mouth and was about to say something when,

“I swear the next person who as much as breathes that I cry to sad movies is gon’na get his ass kicked!” Dean threatens his friends who snicker at him to taunt. Brandon even shakes his head at him in disappointment.

“Right, Winchester, you chick!” Todd scoffs.

“No, I think it’s cute, Deanie.” Sam speaks up as he kisses his big brother on the cheek.

“Really, Sam? You think it’s cute?” Dean had to ask.

“I cry to sad movies too, Deanie.” The kid tells him.

“Well then if my little brother says it’s cute—then so what if sad movies make me cry, right guys?” he turns to his friends. They all start to get up and look at him funny. They all head outside to play hoops leaving Dean with Sam at the den. Dean waves at them dismissively, “Ah, who needs them right, Sam?” the kid nods almost immediately, “What do you say we watch Mrs. Doubtfire again, huh, Sam?” he pumps his brows at Sam who was all smiles.

“Okay, Dean.”

Dean has Sam snuggled to his side as he puts the movie back on.

“I just love this freakin’ movie!”

Sam’s eyes wander to Dean’s face; his big brother’s eyes are glued to the movie.

‘Thanks for my happy birthday, Dean.’ the kid sits back and enjoys the movie as he is cuddled to Dean’s side. The guys' voices echoe in the background.

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Note: A One-shot of when Todd first realized the impact he made in Sam’s life.

Sam Writes an English Paper

He arrived at the Whitfield manor two hours ago. He even met Dean as his friend was leaving the house to go to Maureen’s when he drove up earlier. He usually finds himself hanging out with Sam ever since the kid and his big brother got along, which was over three months ago now. Sometimes he and Sam would go hang out at his place but most often times they hang out at the Whitfield’s.

The littlest Winchester is perched on top of the barstool and is busy doing something. It’s for school and it’s due tomorrow. He and Dean may have begun to get close again, but they are not that close yet for Dean to choose getting stuck at home babysitting his baby brother over hanging out with his girlfriend on a Friday. So Todd is stuck watching the kid. But the Williams boy sure doesn’t mind it one bit. In fact he was happy Dean called him.

Sam would once in awhile glance at the older boy. And right after the kid stoops his head to go back to writing, that’s when Todd takes his turn to look at the kid. This went on for a good half hour--and then enough was enough with Todd Williams. He was doing his book report too across the room from Sam, but the constant glances from the younger boy just got to him after a while. He puts down his pen and clears his throat. That should have been cue enough for Sam to look up but the kid didn’t. He kept on with his serious writing; in fact Todd would even think that Sam was actually making a map of some evil plan to conquer the world with the way his brows were arched on his forehead and with the kid biting on his tongue as he was too engrossed in what he was doing.

And that’s when Sam looks up again. Todd caught him looking at him this time.

“Alright, what’s up with you? What’s all the sneaky glances, Sam? It’s bugging me…”

“I wasn’t sneaking glances…” Sam let his voice trail as he drops his gaze back to the paper that was infront of him.

“Oh yes, you were…seriously! What’s wrong? Do you need any help? Is that Math?”

“No…it’s for my English Class.”

“You need any help?”

“No…”

“You sure? Cause I’m almost done with what I’m doing anyways, Sam.” Todd offered, “Come here and show me what you need help with?”

“Uh-it’s okay, Todd. Really. I got it…” Sam quickly tells Todd as he flashes him a small smile. And then his eyes went back to his paper again. Todd scratched his head.

“Sam, why are you acting funny? What is with what you’re writing anyways?”

“I told you, it’s for my English Class, Todd…” Sam gives his friend his widened-eyes as he tells him off.

“Uh-huh?” Todd looks at him suspiciously, “Are you sure that’s not a love letter you’re writing, Mister?”

“NO!” Sam vehemently responds.

Todd smirks.

“What is it then?”

“My English Paper, Todd.”

“Yeah I know what it is. I’m asking you what it is about Smart ass? What are you writing about--can I see it?”

“What for? I got it…you don’t need to check it.”

“I’m not going to see it so I could check it or anything. I just want to see it see it. Come on?”

“I don’t want you to see it. It’s personal.”

“It’s not gon’na be personal anymore once you pass it tomorrow. Come on, Sam? Since when do you keep things from me anyhow?”

“I don’t!”

“Then hand me the paper. Let me see?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” Todd whines, “Is it about a girl? It’s a bout a little chick, isn’t it?” Todd turns to teasing as he slowly gets up from his seat. Sam also started to get up from his seat clutching his paper.

“Todd, you can’t read it. It’s personal--“

“Come on? Give me--” Todd walks around the counter towards Sam but the kid walks around the other side with his paper. “I’ll read it one way or the other, kid…”

“Oh yeah? What if I get rid of it before you manage to see it?” Sam scoffs.

“You wouldn’t do that! It’s due tomorrow!”

“Well, I can! I’ll just rewrite it! I have stored it in my head!”

“What is in that paper anyways, Samuel? god, this is bugging me now!” He tries reaching across to grab Sam but the kid was too quick to pull away, chuckling and still clutching the paper in his hand.

Todd tried all he will to grab the kid and snag the paper but he didn’t get lucky. After almost half an hour of playing cats and dogs, he gave up. He was heaving his heart out as he sat back in his seat as he watched the kid also return to his seat across the table from him.

The younger boy is giggling.

“I give up!” Todd blurts out.

“Good.” Sam says as he stoops his head back and resumes writing. Todd went back to his work himself too. A few minutes later though, as he looks up, he just caught on to his little friend with his head on the counter top. Sam somehow fell asleep writing his paper.

Todd mused at that scene right there. And then it hit him. He allows a mischievous smirk to escape his lips as he slowly got up from his seat and walks around the counter top to Sam’s side. He still wanted to see what Sam was so careful not to let him see. He slowly picked the edge of the paper under Sam’s hand and pulls on it. It was not an easy job since it could have easily woken Sam up, but this time Todd got lucky. The kid slept through Todd’s evilness.

He got the paper in his hand and started reading.

The topic in itself was harmless enough. Their teacher obviously gave them a starting topic which was…

’He/She is my best friend mainly because…’

Todd stops after reading the title and looks at Sam, he raises a brow. ‘There’s nothing to be coy about with this type of writing, kiddo. Not even worth hiding—why would you even--‘he stops as he resumes reading the first paragraph. And that’s when he realized the cause for Sam’s refusal to show it to him.

‘…not only did he give me my big brother back, he basically gave me my family back. Todd is my best friend because he was there when I had no one. He stood up for me and didn’t make me give up on my brother; he made me hold on…’

He felt his heart constrict after he read his name on the paper.

“Todd—“

Sam had stirred and was looking up at him with a flinch and a flushed face. The kid obviously looked nervous. The older boy didn’t respond he just looked at his friend.

“—you’re mad aren’t you?” Sam finishes.

“Why would you assume that?”

Sam’s gaze falls to the counter and then he starts running circles with his fingers on the marble surface.

“Sam, why would I be mad?”

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to see it cause--I was writing about you. And Todd, I know I’m not your best friend…but that’s how I see you…I’m sorry…if you’re mad…”

Todd walks alongside Sam and places the paper back on top of the counter. He takes the kid by the chin and makes him look up.

“I’m not mad, alright? If anything else this is freakin’ flattering you know that?” Todd wore a big smile on his face and his eyes were even teary as he is looking Sam in the face. “I’m your best friend, huh? That’s how you see me?”

Sam was afraid to nod at the risk of getting rejected. But the look on Todd’s eyes made the kid recall that this is actually the person that stood up to Dean for him. He nodded after a couple of seconds.

“I’ve never actually been big on best friends, kid. I mean, I have the guys. But I’ve never had a best friend.”

Sam moves his face away and looks down. And then Todd started to hear sniffling. Several seconds later, he sees Sam reach up his face and rub on his eyes. The kid is crying.

“Oh, Sam…” Todd came out whining as he pulls the 13-year old in a hug, “…why would you cry? What did I say?”

Sam doesn’t answer, he just kept his head as low as possible. Todd pulls the kid in a hug as he started to chuckle.

“You think I’m shutting you out, aren’t you?” he is talking to the boy’s ear as he leans his head in. “Sam? Is that what you think? That I’m shutting the invitation out to be best friends with you?”

Again, no words, just sniffling.

“You didn’t let me finish, kid. I’ve never had best friends before--true! But I guess it’s time I try having one! That was what I was gunning for—you didn’t let me finish, Sam!” Todd snickers, he pulls away and takes Sam by the face with one hand and meets the younger boy’s face. “Why don’t we make this official? You and me? Best friends from now on, huh Sam?”

“You’re just saying it because I’m crying…” came Sam’s petulant response as he rubbed his eyes.

Todd chuckles out loud as he hugs the kid again.

“No, I’m not! Silly!”

“Do you mean it?”

“I do! I mean, I do, Sam--god, it would be an honor, kiddo! And I mean it…I really do!”

The kitchen back door just opened and then a familiar cough came to call attention. Todd and Sam turns to face the direction for which the voice came from.

“Hey Dean! You’re home early?” Todd started as he pulls away from hugging the kid.

"I told Maureen I needed to watch Sam."

"I thought I got that covered?"Todd asks him.

"I changed my mind..." Dean’s brows were arched on his forehead at the hug he walked in on and the puffy red eyes his baby brother was sporting. “What did you do?” he asks Todd.

“I didn’t do nothin’…” Todd defended.

But then Sammy just spoke up and darts at Dean with a cheerful announcement and a big hug around his big brother's waist.

“Deanie! Todd didn’t mind! I’m his best friend too now!”

“Uh-huh?” came Dean’s suspicious response as he gives Todd the stink eye behind Sam’s back as he was standing alongside the kid. Todd rolls his eyes at Dean.

“Oh brother!” Todd blurts out.

-------------------

Note: He’d never admit it before but he finally did.

Sam’s Confession

When Dean was under Tony’s spell the last time and he forgot about Sam, the kid had a chance to be able to have a heart to heart conversation with Pierce. He was able to have a little confession to the older boy with regards to how he was actually feeling about Jake and Dean hanging out. Sam would never admit it out right that he gets jealous but when he was talking to Pierce then, the kid says it out loud—from his heart he tells it. He admitted it.

And Dean hasn’t had the chance to know about it yet.

The middle brother is listening to music in his truck one Saturday morning. He had just woken up and left his baby brother up in his room so the kid can sleep a little longer. As much as he wanted the kid to wake up already, Dean decided to instead wait til Sam wakes up on his own so his baby brother can get enough rest. But he is not taking it well, he has been growling at his other brothers when they get close enough. That is the reason why the middle brother is doing a solo flight in his truck.

‘Sammy would you wake up already, kid?’ Dean is saying in his head, ‘How long do you got to sleep for anyways?’

“Hey Dean—“Pierce just alongside the driver’s side and pops his head in the window. “—you still bumming out? You want me to wake the kid up?”

“No. Let him sleep.” Dean muffles, “I want him to wake up on his own.”

“You want me to send loud mouth up there? Jake is already up. Besides I think that if we do not remove his ass from the kitchen that grams will be slipping a sleeping pill in that kid’s drink. He is way too perky this morning, man. It’s like he has just gotten a hit or something. If I didn’t know any better I think our little brother is hammered!”

“It’s all the sugar he has been diving in on, Dan. I caught him sneaking a couple of bags of snickers bars up in his room last night.” Dean tells his brother, “Seriously, Dan—you sleep together, and don’t you hear him eat in the middle of the night? Do you somehow turn into a log when you sleep, man? How can you not hear him eat?”

“I turn in late, Dean. I have been kind’ a busy with my personal life. I can’t be babysitting the kid every second like you do to Sam. Jake is every bit you, annoying and butch. A very evil combination which I hate big brother.” He pats Dean on the arm.

“Tough luck then. You’re stuck with me—and him.” Dean leans back in to his seat and yawns. “Man, what is taking Sammy so long to wake up?”

“Dean, you are together every second, man! Would you cut the kid a slack? I mean, doesn’t personal space mean anything to you?”

“No.” Dean looks at Pierce with brows arched on his forehead, “Why did he say anything to you?”

“About what?”

“Personal space?”

“No. It’s just me, man. And Dean, you know that kid--whatever you say, do, think it goes with him.”

“Why do I feel like you’re judging me for that? I don’t twist his arm, Danny boy.”

“I didn’t say you were. And I wasn’t judging you—I was just saying, Dean. Calling it as I see it.”

“It actually makes me feel guilty sometimes, man.” Dean turns off his music and juts Pierce to get in the passenger seat.

“Guilty about what? Like you said—you don’t force Sam to respond to you that way. It’s his innate reaction, Dean. It’s automatic as breathing for him. He listens to you more than he listens to dad or Ted. Armando scares me, but he is more scared of you than the old man, Dean.”

“You know what, man? I get this pain in my chest when sometimes I come up with this idea that--“he takes a few seconds before he pushes on with what he was saying, “—Dan, do you know that sometimes I think that Sammy reacts to me with all the blind obedience towards me because…it’s partly because he remembers the way I was towards him before. That he just doesn’t want to get hurt anymore that’s why everything I say goes with him. I feel like I am just forcing things on him sometimes—and I just want to back off so bad, man. But I don’t do it--I can’t. I don’t want to lose him that’s why I don’t back away, Dan.”

“Dean, I don’t think that’s even a way to go with this. You’re making it sound like the kid is deceiving both you and himself. What Sam is doing—how he is towards you—it’s all coming from his heart, man. It’s genuine. It’s not out of fear of you. Sam embraces everything about you because he loves you and not because he wants to keep pain from getting beaten up by you at bay.”

“I just feel guilty sometimes, Dan. I think I could end up taking advantage of that power over the kid.” Dean turns to Pierce but then looks away after a second, “Jake pointed it out to me one time before, man. And I am afraid that one day I might go as far that on Sam. I could end up doing what he implied that I was doing to Sam then Dan, cause we all know baby would never say no to me.”

“I know you will never do that, Dean.”

“I am scared, Dan…” Dean can’t look more serious as the moment. “…I don’t want to end up doing that one day cause I love that kid with all my heart.”

“We all know how much you love him, man. That’s why I know you will never go as far as doing what you’re afraid of doing to him.” Pierce has never seen this side of his big brother before, the serious, deep side of his middle brother. And the boy has no idea too that this is the first time Dean has even told anyone with regards to his fears, making him a few fries short of being as emotional as Sammy is. “He told me you know…”

Dean turns to Pierce.

“You and Jake have been trying for the longest just to get him to admit that he does get jealous too, haven’t you Dean? I even get to help out sometimes too, remember?”

The middle Winchester boy is just listening to his brother.

“When Tony made you forget him and screwed up with your memories of him, making you hang out with Jake like it was normal--even calling him ‘baby’…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…”

Dean’s brows immediately furrow on his forehead as he turns his gaze towards the front of the house since his truck is parked in the driveway that time as he sighs dramatically.

“He told me he does get jealous, man. He was bumming jealous when Jake and you hung out the whole couple of weeks. That hurt him.”

“He told you himself he was jealous?” Dean turns the stereo up, “That doesn’t sound like baby.”

“Well, he did tell me, Dean.”

Dean’s face slowly lits up as he allows a smile to creep up his mouth.

“I was beginning to think that bitch was immune to it…I mean, he did tell me one time. But I didn’t think he was being serious about it.”

“How about that time you said he took off on you and Jake on the roof?”

“Oh yeah!” Dean does his thinking face and nods. “I forgot about that!”

“Well, I just thought I’d tell you about it, Dean.”

Dean allows a couple of beats before he turns to face Pierce.

“Thanks, Dan.”

“Sam is the way he is to you because he loves you, man. It’s not fear.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

"Boy, getting off on the kid's jealousy just made your day, didn't it?" Pierce punches Dean lightly on the arm, "You are evil in disguise as a human, Dean."

"I don't know Dan, I mean--it just makes me feel that my little brother does care, man...about me."

"There isn't anymore proof in the world, Dean. It's right under your nose!"

KKKRRTTTTTTTTTT

Both boys hear the phone on the dash ring. Dean picks up the unit and reads the screen.

‘Sammy’

He smiles.

“Good morning, sleepy head!” he gives Pierce a sidelong glance and smirks, even happily mouths, 'It's Sammy.'

'Got ears!' came Pierce's patronizing response, also mouthed.

“Hey Dean--where are you?” Sam asks.

“Driveway, aren’t you getting up yet? The sun is actually parading it’s butt around without you, baby!”

“I’m just fixing your bed, Deanie. You know, you need to learn how to fix your bed sometime, man! I'm not always going to be around you know?”

“What? Where the hell would you go? That was ominous, baby--I don't like it one bit!"

"I didn't mean anything by it, Deanie--I could be sleeping in my room sometimes." Sam is chuckling as he was tucking the blanket edges under the bed.

"You were still sleeping your lazy ass on my bed earlier—what was I supposed to do throw you off the bed?”

“You could have woken me up, Dean.”

“Well, you looked like you still needed extra hours of sleep—so excuse me for caring!” Pierce’s hand just turns the volume up to which Dean quickly shots his hand out for to swat.

“Ow, asshole…”

“Who was that?” Sam asks.

“Danny…” came Dean’s response to Sam as he gives Pierce a glare when the other boy tried to reach for the dial again.

“You’re hanging out with Danny?” Sam's brows furrowed.

“Uh-huh…he’s my new you baby.” came Dean’s response from out of nowhere as he turns to Pierce. The boy on the passenger seat gives him a confused look and mouths a ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘You’ll see.’ Mouths Dean.

CLICK!

Dean flips the phone shut with a contented smile on his face.

“What was that Dean? And I’m your new Sam? Are you high? And baby cut the call, didn’t he?”

“Uh-huh.” Dean says nonchalantly as he sits back and cradles his nape onto his hands. “I’m putting your theory in action.”

“What?” Pierce asks incredulously. Dean shushes him and juts his jaw towards the front of the house.

“Just look!”

The front door opens and out comes Sam still in his Jammies. In no time he is beside the truck on the driver’s side and is giving the passenger riding shotgun a sleepy glare.

“Hey baby--“

Sam doesn’t respond. He turns to Dean.

“I need help with something.”

“I can help too, Sam.” Pierce offers to which the kid just narrows his eyes at him. “Dean, if he bites me—I’m suing you! He hasn’t had his shots yet!”

“Dean, I need help.”

“Alright. Help with what, Sam?” Dean is stifling his snickers.

“I’m not sure yet but I know I need your help with it.” Sam muffles, his brows are still arched on his forehead. “I need help, Dean.” he opens the door for his big brother as he waits for Dean to get out from behind the wheel.

“Baby, I’ll be right there. I’ll just lock the truck up.” he tells the kid.

“Okay.” Sam walks back towards the house.

Dean turns to Pierce and grins widely.

“He caught my bug, Dan!”

“You better clear this up with him Dean—if baby starts gnawing at my arm later I am going to tell grams that her grandson dreams on being a mile high club co-founder.”

“Relax, Sam isn’t really going to--“

“Dean!”

“Geez--“Sam just reappears beside him, catching both big brothers aback. And he has a big pout going on. Dean gives him a once over. “How did you--weren’t you walking towards the house earlier, baby? When did you get back here?”

“Dean, what’s taking you so long? Is Danny keeping you? Danny, stop talking to him…” Sam whines to Pierce as he grabs Dean on the wrist.

“Sam, why are you being all pmsing and doing that scary glare on me?” Pierce asks the boy. Sam doesn’t respond verbally, he just pouts some more, Dean could just laugh out loud.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you, Dean? I am so going to tell Amaliah now!” with that he gets out of the truck and heads for the house--with a growl towards Dean. He manages to say something to Sam too, "And Sam, you are scaring me--I'm telling Jake that you are being mean to me."

Sam snarls at him.

"Dean, he snarled at me!" Pierce points out.

“Oh come on, Dan?” Dean grins wickedly as watched Pierce disappear around the side of the house. "Nah, he's not gon'na tell on me--" He then flicks his baby brother’s nose, “Wan’na go for a ride along, Sammy?”

Sam rides shotgun in a jiffy and they were pulling out of there in no time.

“So Danny is the new Sammy, huh?” came Sam’s random inquiry as he is looking out his side of the window. The pout is still there. "When did that happen?"

“Do you know that you are all scrunchy and pouty, baby?" Dean smirks, "Are you jealous?"

“I am. And it's not funny, Dean.” came the confession, this time to the person involved.

Dean just smiles happily.

'My baby brother loves me...'

--------------------------

Sammy, Laid and Drunk?

Jake is coming home from an errand for Eloise. Their big brother is working on a birdhouse at the garage. They don’t even own a bird but since it was one of his wife’s whim for the moment--being pregnant and all, the boy enables. And since he cannot leave the house without her, also another one of her whims, Eloise asks Jake instead to pick up the supplies for him at the hardware.

Gabe of course came stringing along for the ride behind his big brother’s back of course. Since Jeremy is still asleep up in their room—and it’s already 2pm. The hapless older Stahl boy is sleeping due to exhaustion. He was working the whole day yesterday with the older twins, cleaning up the garage and the attic. It was yet again, another one of their sister’s arbitrary whimsical wishes. So, at the risk of getting clobbered mostly by Dreamy Jean herself—they enabled her. Dean too was asked by DJ to help Jt, Kel and Pierce, but after a stare down between him and her, the lady of the house backs off.

Gabe, the second they got home, immediately goes about to heading into the garage to help Eloise out; Jake meanwhile, not fancying sweating it out there, right away goes into the house to lazy it up in front of the TV. It’s a Saturday, so good shows are on. As he was shedding himself off of his jacket, by the front door, he chances upon his baby twin lying lazily on the long couch flipping channels on the clicker.

“Hey, baby!’ Jake calls out. “You’re back from your check-up?”

“Yup!” Sam answers.

“How was it?” he is walking towards the den. He sees Sam slowly getting up. “No, you don’t have to sit up—you just lie back down. You probably need to rest.”

But Sam totally disregarded him. The kid meets his twin halfway with a big long hug. The second the younger of the two pulled away, he meets Jake with a big dimpled grin.

“Hi, there—big brother!” he opens up cheerfully. “How are you?” Sam asks, his words trailing. He sits back down on the couch and then immediately gives the space next to him a pat as he nods for Jake to sit there, next to him. “Come, sit here--next to Sammy.”

Jake eyes the kid suspiciously as he does sit down next to him.

“Alright, did you just refer to yourself in the third person, Sam?” Jake is giving the kid the eye. Sam looks at him thoughtfully for a few seconds before he smiles and nods at his older twin vehemently.

“Yes, I believe I did.” Still nodding.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Sam distracted asks as he eyeing and toying with Jake’s shirt buttons. It takes him a second to look up at the older twin’s face. “Why what?”

“What do you mean why what?” Jake scoffs, “Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

“Cause it’s fun.” Sam pats Jake on the top of the head. “So, how are you today, Jacob Terence Winchester?”

“Sammy—“

“It’s Sam.” He corrects Jake, “You were saying?”

“Are you hammered?”

“Noooo, don’t be silly.” The kid chuckles, “I’m not a hammer.”

“No, I didn’t say you are a hammer, I said you sound hammered, baby…” Jake takes the kid by the jaw and looks him in the eyes, close-up. Sam meets his big brother head-on, unblinkingly. And then he chuckles while pulling away.

“I told you I’m not a hammer…”

“Sam, I was asking if you’re stoned, alright?”

“Not a stone either…” Sam shakes his head at Jake and gives him the ‘you sound ridiculous look,’, “Jakey, are you in any medication I should know about? Cause you’re not making any sense...”

“I’m not making--“Jake scowls, “—YOU’RE the one not making any sense, Sam—at all! And I’m not taking any medication—but you have apparently.”

“Yeah well that’s ‘cause I’m sick. I have a tumor…or something…” Sam goes about to shoving Jake from off the couch as he started to crawl onto it and go back to lying down. An arm slung over his eyes.

“Nooo, YOU don’t have a tumor,” Jake corrected.

“I don’t?” Sam muffles under there.

”No, you don’t. You have a heart condition.”

“I do?” Sam takes his arm off his face and looks up at Jake, “That makes sense then cause my head feels fine—it’s my chest that feels funny.” He slung his arm over his face again. “I’m sleepy…”

“Dean—“Jake pries Sam’s arm from the boy’s face. They are looking at each other’s face. “—he’s the one with the tumor, Sam.”

“He does?” Sam’s eyes widens as he sat up, “Deanie has a tumor? Since when?”

“Sam, you’ve known about it--and he’s practically recovered from it by now…”

Sam just punches him lightly on the shoulder.

“OW, damn it!” Jake lightly slaps the kid on the side of the head. “What the hell was that for?”

“Why did you have to tell me about Dean’s tumor when he doesn’t have it anymore, you jerk!” Sam pouts. “And you cussed, you said the D word…I’m telling daddy!”

“Alright, what is going on with you?” Jake takes the boy in the face in between his hands. “This has gone far long enough, Sam…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Sam muffles.

“You sound funny, Samuel!”

“No, YOU sound funny!” Sam bats.

“No, you do!”

Sam looks at him with narrow eyes and then he chuckles as he goes back to lying on the couch.

“Yeah, I do…”

“What did Luie say about your condition, baby?” Jake is looking down at Sam as he stood beside the couch, “How was the check-up?”

“What check-up is that?”

Jake growls frustratingly as he grabs a throw pillow and puts it over Sam’s face, lightly. The kid just chuckles to this in response. Dean who is coming out of the kitchen just caught the scene.

“Hey--what do you think you’re doing?” he calls out to Jake.

“I’m killing him.”

“Alright, what did the wise-ass do to you?” Dean asks nonchalantly as he finds a spot on the smaller couch, referring to his Sammy.

“Dean, What. The. Hell .Is. wrong. With. Him?” Jake asks, emphasizing every word.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks innocently.

Sam is already sitting up and flipping on the channels again. Jake turns to the younger boy and then turns to Dean.

“That.” He points out to his big brother.

“Sammy, what is Jake talking about here, baby?” Dean asks the kid who looks at him with glassy eyes, on his big dimpled face.

“Dean, he’s really silly. He says I’m a stone. And then he called me a hammer—which I’m both not obviously. Cause I’m a man. A big strong man—I’m the incredible hulk actually!” and then he chuckles.

Dean chuckles on mute behind Jake’s back since the older twin is looking at Sam. But the moment he faces Dean, the middle brother’s face is stripped off of any amusement.

“Oh, that?” Dean grins.

“Yeah that…” Jake scowls.

“Harmless side effects...new medication…Luie says it's normal though.” Dean snickers, “Isn’t it fun—isn’t HE fun?”

“NO!” Jake blurts out.

“Sure it is!” Dean scoffs, “And HE is. I mean, listen to this--” Dean turns to Sam who is back to flipping channels again.

“Dea—“Jake started but Dean cups the boy’s face in his palm to silence him.

“Silence!” Dean tells him off, “Watch this-- hey Sam?“

“Hm?” Sam turns to him. “Yeah?”

“What do you say we go and get ourselves laid?” Dean asks the kid patronizingly.

“Sure, why not?” Sam answers.

“Where do you suggest we go?” Dean is smirking, Jake is so not.

“Upstairs…”

“Dean—“Jake moves his face away. Dean shushes him.

“Just wait and hear this out—it’s not what you think…“he tells Jake before he turns to Sam again, “Sammy, why do you want to get laid upstairs?”

“Where else do you do that if not in your bed, mister?” Sam explains, “You always get laid on your bed…”

“Uh, there were instances that I didn’t.” Jake muffles.

Dean eyes him judgingly.

“What?” Jake snarls. “You started it with asking him something nasty like that!”

“Head out of the gutter, Jacob…” Dean tells him off, “Hey Sam, what do you mean by getting laid here? Cause I don’t think Jake here really knows what it means…”

“Sleeping of course!" Sam says matter of factly. "You lay on…your bed--when you get sleepy you get laid there--by yourself or by people that carry you to bed when you get too out of it…” Sam answers with a yawn. “I’m sleepy, Dean…”

“Alright, let’s get you laid upstairs then, baby.” Dean says chuckling as he was getting up and helping Sam up from the couch. The kid is so out of it. As they passed Jake on their way towards the stairs, the older twin can’t help but punch Dean on the arm lightly.

“Whaat?” Dean laughs, “It’s funny! It’s Sammy’s new definition of the act--OF sleeping…” he laughs.

“Wait til I tell him about this tomorrow!” Jake threatens. “Then we’ll see what’s really funny, Lu—ci--fer!”

“Says the demon child to Satan.” Dean scowls, “Don’t worry I’m telling him myself! I’m sure he’ll laugh about this with me…”

--

The next day.

Sam woke up early the next day after Jake rouses him from sleep; behind Dean’s back or course, the older twin manages to snag the boy out of the room and tell him about Dean making fun of him.

Three minutes later,

THUD!

“WHAT THE--“Dean’s voice echoed down the corridors from inside his bedroom. He is looking up at Sammy’s face looking down on him with a big puppy pout going on. “Baby, what’s the big idea?”

The littlest Winchester just pushed his big brother off the bed since he was still sleeping when he came back after talking with Jake.

“So you got me laid, didn’t you?” Sam snarlsThe early morning finds Dean’s laughing out loud—his voice echoing down the hallways waking everybody up.

"It's not funny, Dean! You made fun of me--"

"Sam, if you could hear what you were saying half the time, you'd be laughing too!" Dean reasons. Sam pouts even more and then walks out of the room.

"Sam!" Dean calls out while getting up from the floor.

No response.

"Nah, he'll be back.." Dean says confidently.

Ten minutes later, still no Sammy. That got him bolting out of the door in no time.

"SAMMY!" calling after his baby along the way.

--

Kel churning on the bed turns to Pierce who was coming out of the bathroom.

“Guess Sam found out about the newest definition behind ‘getting laid’ huh?” Pierce started, Kel could just lazily nod as he goes back to sleep.

--

Gabe is still balled up on his bed when he heard Dean laughing. He stirs to it and automatically turns to Jeremy on the other bed. They met each other’s eyes, three beats and they smirk, even shaking their heads soon after.

--

Dj who is snuggled to her husband’s side could just chuckle after hearing Dean’s maniacal laugh, Eloise who has his protective arm around his wife soon after follows his wife.

“Dean is Lucifer I’m telling you.” Eloise softly whispers to his wife’s ear as he kisses her good morning on the temple.

“Yeah, he is…” she immediately agrees. “Poor baby…”

“Oh don’t worry; I’m sure baby will have him groveling later...”

“Care to make a wager on that?” DJ perks up as she meets her husband’s face.

“You’re serious?”

“Come on?” Dj gives her own version of the puppy dog.

“This is another one of your whims, isn’t it?”

“Please?”

“Oh come on??” Eloise whines, “I’m barely done with the birdhouse, baby--“he sighs heavily as he turns to his side to pout.

“Please?” makes a cute face over Eloise’s shoulder.

“Alright, alright—“ Eloise grumbles, “—for how much?” he says with a low growl.

END

Note: A Take from Devil’s Trap

Sam's Rear-Mirror Glance

Ooo0O0ooO

The ’67 Chevy Impala was taking its lone journey down the dark road.

Its occupants just few moments ago were thrown and beaten like rag dolls by some force that they had been faced with so many instances before. But what just took place at the small wooden place they would have considered as their sanctuary was somehow invaded from within. Who would have thought that the great John Winchester would get possessed?

It was both on the outside and in; the pain they are tolerating and it was administered to them brutally by the evil force that took over their father’s body. The brothers at first got turned around upon recognizing the subtleness of their supposed father in asking for the colt. But he wasn’t subtle enough since Dean found him out. And Sam, he would always trust his big brother. But then the demon escaped again. It wanted to kill them, hell it almost killed Dean. Through their dad, but then John fought him just for a few seconds and Sam became the key to get the thing out of their dad.

At that moment it would seem that their enemy had won; the demon that had brought them the biggest evil ever imagined. It had gotten to them; to John. It possessed him and made him hurt his boys. It had beaten the hell out of Dean and would have killed them all.

But then John pushed beyond his limits and recovered his body for a few seconds, giving them the avenue to gain the upper hand. And they did. Sam shot his dad but not enough to kill him, just to get him back.

Driving to the hospital was a long journey for the Winchesters. Hurt and bleeding, were Sam & Dean, their dad too. But John was mostly disappointed; he wanted it to be over even if he had to die. He was so hell bent on revenge that he didn’t even consider what it do to his sons if Sam ever pulled the trigger. It would’ve killed Dean inside, since he loved their dad and it would also kill Sam since he was the one who did it and he also loved his old man. But John didn’t see it that way. He just wanted it to be over.

Sam was behind the wheels, their old man riding shotgun and Dean, his big brother was at the backseat nursing his body. Dean Winchester didn’t really know which part of his body to nurse, every inch of his body hurt like hell. But the glance his little brother gave him when their father was asking him why he didn’t pull the trigger. Reminding Sam that killing the demon was their first priority, over him and everything else. Sam told his dad off that for him it’s not on top of every thing, and that’s when he glanced at Dean on the rearview. Dean understood what his brother actually meant. That made him a little less beat up inside, although outside he looked like a broken and tossed-up ken doll, what his brother did actually taped him up a bit. For a measly minute Dean felt that it was going to be okay, so did Sam. He was actually telling their father that they just have to pick up where it all came falling to pieces since they still had what’s more important each other.

But then the semi hit the Impala.

--------------------

Note: This is a long one-shot after Eloise and Dreamy’s wedding. It’s just the brothers bantering around each other and they have a mission. It’s to bond. They are bonding. And they got the whole day.

Say what now?

Jake is up early. Pierce and Sam are already downstairs just messing around in the kitchen making themselves breakfast. They were up early too. But it isn’t actually unusual for the boys these past few days. Ever since Eloise has been living with the Stanton’s and the granny’s not being around most of the time to wake them up for school, the guys have made a valiant effort of finding ways and means to wake themselves up early on their own. They have somehow managed to talk the milkman into honking his horn loud enough in front of their house everyday, which is more that sufficient to wake them boys up. But today though, they didn’t wait for the milkman. They woke up in their own.

“Cute, Danny!” Sam purses his cheeks at Pierce as he chucks a piece of pancake at his big brother. Pierce had earlier chucked one at Sam, hitting the kid on the nose. “I’ll tell on you to grama when she gets back, man…you’re wasting food!”

“So were you!”

Sam eyes the piece of pancake on the table, lying innocuously. He picks it up and ate it.

“Hmm, “Sam started as he is chewing the piece he picked up from the counter, after swallowing, “I’ve sidestepped that broken foot bridge, Dan!”

“Oh yeah?” Pierce scans the counter for the other piece that is supposedly just there, somewhere, picks it up when he found it and puts it into his mouth.

“No wait!” Sam cries out all wide-eyed. No sooner had Sam said that when he hears gagging and gasping and a big sound of disgust and repulse all from one guy—his big brother Pierce.

“Ewww…blech…” Pierce spews out the piece from his mouth as he jumps up from his seat; Sam just chuckles out loud at that as he found it all too amusing. Pierce had a big grimace on his face as he is wiping his tongue with his napkin. “What the hell--“

“That wasn’t pancake, Dan…” the kid manages to inform his brother in between chuckles.

“Thanks for pointing that out, Sam!” Pierce snaps as he examines the piece closely after it landed on the counter top a few inches from his plate of pancakes. “What is it?”

“I have no idea…” Sam went on to chuckling again.

“Then how would you know it wasn’t pancake, genius?” The older boy just sat back on his seat across the counter from Sam.

“Did it taste like pancake, Dan?”

“Cute.”

“It was sitting there since last night, man. It couldn’t have been pancake. You should really get your eyes checked, Danny. I mean it.” Sam suggests as he resumes eating his pancake while stifling his chuckling at the look on Pierce’s face. The older boy is poking the item with his fork. And there is a look of curiosity and disgust on his face. “You look funny, Dan--really!”

“We’ll have you try and swallow this and let’s see who’s funny!”

“I tried to stop you--“Sam started to reason when Jake comes in the door.

“Hey, baby! Come here--“grabs his younger twin on the arm and pulls him up of his seat.

“Jake, the kid is not done eating, man…”

Sam turns to Jake after giving Pierce a mischievously snicker.

“Hey guess what Jake, Danny just ate the thing I told you about last night!” Sam cheerfully relays the big news to his twin who wrinkles his nose at that and looks at Pierce.

“The thing that has been sitting there since time immemorial, you mean?” Jacob had to ask incredulously.

“You know what, Jake? Drag that freak out of here…” Pierce waves his hand dismissively at the twins as he was set on eating his last pancake. Sam is chuckling again. “And dude, I did not eat it! I barely put it in my mouth for a second--“

“You’re gross, Marie Antoinette!”

And then Pierce ate his last pancake.

“Hey Dan--“Sam calls out to Pierce with a big stifled snicker about to come around.

“What?” Pierce manages to ask with a mouthful of pancake stuffed in there bloating his one cheek up.

“Didn’t you use your fork to poke that thing, man?” Sam points out after Pierce had swallowed his food. Pierce’s eyes widened as he bolts up and heads for the sink, hurling.

Sam turns into a chuckling machine again. But this time, Jake echoes his younger twin. Before Pierce even turns around the twins have bolted out of the kitchen, making the older boy catch only the swinging kitchen door behind his little brothers.

--

The twins are standing alongside Dean’s bed. They have been eyeing the older boy for minutes now. Dean is on his tummy and was hugging the pillow that his head is on.

“I’m telling you, we should wake him up now, Sam. Ted will be at Durance in half an hour and our driver is still out of commission.”

“Did you try waking him up already? When I got up earlier he was already sitting up, Jake. I thought maybe he would follow soon after.”

“Well he didn’t. He went right back to sleep after you went out apparently. And yes, I tried waking him up but he’s somehow made of lard. So--you wake him up.” Jacob pushes Sam nearer to the bed.

“Why me? I don’t know how to wake up lard.” Sam jokes.

“That’s real cute.” Jake hits Sam on the side of the head playfully. “Sam we both know that he would not get mad at you. He’ll not be so kind to me if I did the waking…so you go—wake the sleeping dragon up! And dude, he’s your Deanie, man!”

Sam is nursing his head to which Jake does too after he sees Sam doing it.

“That doesn’t mean I should die first, you know? We don’t know his mood right now, Jake!” Sam whispers to Jake who is pushing him closer and closer til the younger twin had practically fallen to the floor on his knees, waking Dean up on impact.

“Seriously, baby--I’m only human…you should not be praying to me.“ Dean’s eyes were slits on his face as he met Sam’s face as the kid seems like praying on the side of the bed. Sam smiles warmly as he slowly got up to his feet.

“Morning, Deanie…”

“Good morning, princess! What were you doing on the floor?” manages a yawn after saying that. He sees Jake too, “Hey, Jakey--‘morning!”

“Hi, Dean!” Jake pushes Sam again. This time Sam pushes Jake away lightly.

“Enough with the pushing, man…” Sam glares at Jake.

“Jake, don’t push.” Came Dean’s order, making Jake put up both hands in the air. “What are you two doing up so early?”

“Dean, we’re meeting Ted in Durance remember?” Jacob sits on the bed facing Dean.

“Oh yeah, right?” sleepily assessed. “Well, it’s still 6:30…give me 5 more minutes, you two…and then we’re off, alright?”

“Oh come on, Dean?” Jacob whines. “You’ve been sleeping the longest, you know?”

“You want to make it 20 minutes?”

“Sheesh! Okay…5 minutes then!” Jake got up and grabs Sam by the arm and both heads for the door. Dean closes his eyes again but a second later, he catches Sam about to close the door after him. “Hey Sammy--“

Sam pushes the door open again and peeps in.

“Yeah, Dean?”

“Come here a sec, will yah?” the boy lifts his head enough to catch Sam’s face. And he is still hugging the pillow. The second Sam got near the bed; Dean pats the space beside him to make Sam sit down. Dean’s head is back on the pillow.

“What is it, Dean?”

“Just give me 5 minutes, okay? Is that alright with you?” Dean’s eyes are actually close as he is talking to his little brother. Sam softly chuckles.

“Of course it is, Dean.”

“Alright then, now give me a hug and kiss good morning, princess!”

“Do I have to?”

“Yeah…give it…”

--

Jake is sitting on the long couch arm rest while flipping the channels furiously, when he hears footsteps running down the stairs. It was Sam.

“Jake, help me!”

“What happened?” Jacob got up the second Sam got near him. No sooner has that happened when they heard another set of footsteps by the stairs followed by Dean’s loud voice.

“You fuckin’ little critter!” Dean stood by the foot of the stairs eyeing Sam as he nursed his cheek with one hand while the other was holding a bundle of rope.

“What did you do, anyways?” Jake turns to Sam beside him.

“I bit him--on the face!”

“Nice!” Jacob approves of the deed as he puts out his hand for a high five.

“Oh, you’re in it with him, then?” Dean calls out as he took a step towards the den where the twins are. “There’s plenty of rope to go around!”

“Sam, go go go!” The twins scamper towards the front door.

--

It was 7:30 am.

The silver Porsche just pulls over at the curb in front of the Whitfield manor and out came Eloise Winchester. As he was walking towards the house, he could see the twins sitting by the grassy lawn.

“Man, my little brothers are growing into babies’!” Eloise manages to say out loud. The second he got near enough to the twins, “Guys, I told you--Durance--7 o’clock didn’t I? Whoa--” he steps back. “What’s going on?”

The front door just opens and out came Dean with a big grin on his face, quickly followed by Pierce, also wearing the same grin.

“Hey Ted--glad you could join us! The barbeque is going to be ready in--see, 4 hours!“ Points at the twins on the lawn.

“Dean, they’re tied up?”

“Yup!”

“And I helped!” Pierce points to himself proudly.

“Uh-huh…”Eloise acknowledges with a raised brow.

“Ted, do you see why it was not yet time for you to have moved out of here?” Jacob speaks up. “Dean is so drunk with power over us, man! He’s man handling us for fun! And he’s getting his evil minion over there to help him! Dean is a man handler, Ted! And Pierce is his Vana White or something!”

“Hey--“Pierce snipes as he growls at Jake playfully.

“You are!” Jacob yells at him.

“It was my fault, Ted…” Sam speaks up, chuckling. “It’s not Dean’s…”

“Sam! Work with me here! I am gaming on Ted’s sympathy man!” Jacob whines as he elbows Sam behind him. The twins are tied back to back to each other.

“Alright, what did you do, kiddo?” Eloise crouches in front of Sam.

“I bit him…”

Eloise chuckles.

“And why pray tell?”

“So he would wake up already…”

“Hey, step away from the little brother, Theodore! You are too close to the barbeque!” Dean barks as he walks over to where his brothers are.

“Dean,” Eloise gets up, “Let them loose…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

--

Dean is sitting on the grassy lawn across Pierce with Eloise on the other side. They have been talking and having a good time while drinking soda and munching on bags of chips and m&ms.

“Hey Sam, open up!” Dean calls out as he chucks an m&m at Sam who caught it in his mouth with no hitch. “You’re getting good at this, baby!”

“Hey, Jakey--come on? You try...” Pierce aims an m&m at Jake in front of him.

“The second I get loose from here, man--I swear your pretty little legs will be history, Mr.!” Jacob threatens.

“Jacob, play nice!” Eloise scolds playfully.

“Ted, please…I got to go real bad…cut us loose, please? I technically had nothing to do with this, man…so why don’t you ask Dr. Evil to let me go now, please?”

“You really have to go?” Dean asks.

“Yes…”

“Dan, hand me a bottle, man! I do the unzipping and you do the yanking!”

“Got it!” Pierce eagerly nods as he grabs a bottle.

“Say what?” Jacob cries out as his eyes widened.

And cue in Sam’s loud chuckling yet again.

“Dean!” came Eloise’s commanding voice.

“What?” Dean asks innocently.

“I’ll do the yanking!”

“I changed my mind! I’m keeping it in! I’m conserving water!” Jacob shifted in their seat til they are now tipped to their sides as he tried to get away from their big brothers’ prying hands.

Even when both of them are already lying on their sides, Sam has still not stopped dispensing his chuckles as it echoed in the morning setting.

END

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Snuggles!

ooooooooooooooooooooo

Jacob didn’t normally go for the snuggling business—he’s more like the stand alone kind of kid. He’ll be okay sitting by himself on the couch, sort of like Dean’s macho image. But a few weeks with him hanging around his baby twin, he reformed. Sam turned him into marshmallow. He adapts to the snuggling now just like Sam. But he only gets as far as doing that to his little brother though. That is as far as he would go. Jake maybe the tougher twin but deep inside, he is as soft and gentle as his baby twin. So turning him was a synch.

Pierce wasn’t much of a snuggling imp either. Having grown up an only child basically, tending only for himself, the only person the kid has even allowed himself to be close to is his shadow. His own mother doesn’t even know what that means so snuggling is a foreign word to him all his life. But since that time that he was allowed to live with his brothers and had started being around Sam, only then did his ignorance to the word get turned over. Now, Pierce is as contaminated as Jake is.

Eloise, ever since he was a kid, the only person he has allowed himself to be close to is their mom. He and she were the closest. But he has never been the snuggling type himself. Growing up he’d allow occasional hugs from his little brother Dean then or their mom, but that was that. No snuggling or cuddling. When he did grow up—and after their mom died, he altogether distanced himself from the word. It was only after he came back and decided to be a family again with his brothers Dean and Sam that he afforded himself the luxury of the snuggling bit; that it comes with the concept of being brothers with Sam.

Dean, before the twins were born, was the baby of the family. For four years he was the sneaky, hyper active kid that was well loved and considerably the apple of his parent’s and big brother’s eyes. He was showered with all the love and attention imaginable. And hugs and snuggling was a concept he was hugely familiar with being given those all the time. Love was in no short supply at all with him. And as a saying goes, a child that is loving and affectionate is a child that was well-loved, well that’s basically the best way to describe Dean. And when his baby brother Sam came into the picture, he can’t help but eagerly impart that love to the kid. He was in fact the best big brother to Sam—and to Jake, if only he was given then chance to be around the other half of the cookie, but since he was not able to—Dean had undivided attention thwarted towards Sam.

The kid was self-less, gentle and full of love. Normally sibling rivalry is a common thing between siblings, but with him--it’s just non-existent. His love for his baby brother Sam is borne out of the love that was given to him when he was growing up. So for the boy, snuggling was part of the package. But then somewhere along the way, something happened and that perfect idea of brotherhood in the kid was tainted. After a year of being separated from Sam, Dean distanced himself. The second year, that’s when he started to build a wall around his emotions, He became a tough kid. Traces of his soft, gentle side around his baby brother somehow faded into the back of his mind. In the next five years of being separated from Sam, the wall he’s built upon the younger boy’s absence has become a high rise, impenetrable. And that’s how he was known to his friends and the people around him. Dean became tough, belligerent, rough around the edges and self-involved, a total 180 on who he was, growing up with a kid brother. He was all that until that one single word was spoken, “Deanie…” then the walls came crumbling down and the snuggling was back on the table, along came the reassessment of his feeling towards his beloved baby brother named Sam.

The Winchester Big brothers are basically saps when it comes to snuggling with their little brother and Dean aims to get somebody converted into that.

--

Dean is coming down the stairs for dinner when he found the twins lazily snuggling on the long couch as they watched a tacky scary movie. Normally that would bug him but since Jake did ask him earlier for bonding time with Sam, he’s cutting the kid some slack. Then the middle brother’s eyes wandered to the smaller couch, Gabe was there, sitting by himself, also watching the show. Dean’s eyes scanned the den with his eyes further and found the older Stahl sibling on the adjacent couch right across the room from where his baby brother was sitting.

‘Snuggling is a dead concept to that boy!’ Dean smirks, ‘If I had a baby brother I’d keep that thing beside me all the time. And Gabriel is a cute lil stuffed ken doll. Who wouldn’t want that lil creature stuffed in his pocket anyway? I know if I had a lil brother that I would--’ he was questioning Jeremy’s concept of closeness with his sibling. “—wait, I have a baby brother, TWO of ‘em actually. NO, make that three. Snuggling with them is always gon’na be acceptable to me, well with the twins anyways--but with Danny? That isn’t so much as an option I am willing to even consider.” He made a face. He is sure as hell Pierce would be making the same face too at the idea of the two of them in a snuggle. Then Dean smirks to himself.

The middle brother allows himself to get a smirk out as he got to the foot of the stairs. Dean walks toward the den casually and props himself on the smaller couch beside the littlest Stahl brother. He is actually snuggling the kid to his side as he sat there.

Gabe was too busy watching the show that he just allows himself to get skooched on the couch and pulled to snuggle to the side of the person that just sat beside him. Jeremy was not that into the show at all as the kid neither was Sammy. So the set-up just drew their attention right away.

“Uh, hello--“Jeremy’s eyes widened at the idea. He eyes the arrangement from his seat. Dean looks up at Jeremy with his face all feigning innocence.

“What?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Watching a crappy scary movie that I am sure is Jacob’s visual preference.” Came Dean’s response.

“Hey!” Jacob distractedly whines his eyes not even wandering away from the TV.

“Jay, I can’t hear shhh…” Gabe says with scrunched up brows. Jeremy gasps as he eyes his little brother. Several beats passed and Gabe gets hit with the realization. He cranes his neck and catches Dean’s face beside him. Then he looks up to catch his big brother’s face. “Jay I’m sitting beside Dean.”

“Really? I didn’t notice, baby girl.” Jeremy scowls. “Dean, what are you doing?”

“Hey you guys—mind taking that outside?” Jacob looks at Dean then Jeremy. “Me and little brother are watching TV here.”

Jeremy gets up and widens his eyes at Dean. The Winchester brother gets up and follows Jeremy towards the kitchen, smirking. Before he got to the kitchen though, he looks over his shoulder and winks at his Sammy who he did notice was eyeing him the whole time.

“What was that all about?” Gabe asks the twins.

“Our big brothers’ weirdness just went up the chart, hasn’t it?” Jacob blurts. “I bet Jt didn’t like the snuggling one bit…”Sam smirks as he hugs his arms around himself and slouches against his older twin’s side some more.

“I’m sure that’s that!” Sam smirks.

“Hey Gabe?” Jake calls out to their little friend.

“Yeah?”

“How come you guys never hug—or snuggle?”

“Who?”

“The soda guy at the mall and you.” came Jake’s response.

“Why would I do that with the guy? I barely know him--” Gabe answers with a confused look on his face.

“You and Jt, genius! What is wrong with you?” Jake tells the kid off, Sam just chuckles to that as he elbows Jake to scold. Gabe makes a face at the twins.

“We do hug.” He started, “Sometimes. Snuggling? Not really…my big brother isn’t much of a fan. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. I just noticed that you don’t usually do that.”

“Jay is not the type to show affection in public or much at all. My big brother is that way. But he does hug me every now and then, when I’m sad or when I’m crying.”

“Why can’t he hug you in public?”

“I don’t know—ever since we were little it’s always been like that. He’s--shy?” Gabe flinched in saying that. “I don’t know.”

“Deanie was that way before, Jake.” Sam speaks up.

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“What changed him?”

Sam sat there looking all innocent and adorable. He scratches his head and then shrugs.

“I…I-uh don’t really have any idea, Jakey.”

Jake and Gabe nodded at each other in understanding. It was a stupid question to begin with. They already know what brings out the best in Dean—and in the rest of the brothers and the guys. It’s sitting beside him.

“Hmm, I guess there is still hope for Jt then, huh, Gabe?” Jacob turns to the Stahl boy.

“I guess. But how do you turn him though?”

“Elementary, Francis. We can let him use Sam as a practice piece. In a jiff, he’ll have caught the snuggling bug from Sam in no time! I mean just look at how clingy Dean is, man? Hanging out with Samuel does that to a person.”

“Hey--I am right here, man. You’re talking about me like I’m not--” Sam whines but was quickly cut in by Jake when he places a hand over the younger twin’s mouth.

“Baby, what have we talked about interrupting grown-ups when they are talking?” he turns to Sam who rolls his eyes at him.

“Oh Dean is clingy?” Gabe scoffs, “What do you call yourself?” he points to the snuggling the older twin is doing to the younger twin.

“This? Well, Sam and I are one and the same person, little man—so basically when you look at it, I’m not being clingy. “refers to the snuggling, “This is basically me just hanging out with my own self.”

“You’re weird.” Gabe tells Jake. Sam just had to chuckle to his lil friend’s facial reaction.

The two older boys’ presence coming back to the den scatters the conversation between the younger boys.

“Hey Sam?” Dean calls out. The kid removes Jake’s hand from his mouth.

“Yeah?” he straightens up on the couch.

“You mind if I lend you to Jt later? So you can show him a thing or two about snuggling?” Dean tells the kid.

“Okay, “Sam got up, “…so at what point in time did you guys think that I was a pillow of some sort? Do I look like a pillow you guys can practice snuggling to?”

“So, does that mean you mind, baby?” Dean asks with a squinty-face.

“No, Dean. I don’t mind--at all.” Sam smiles warmly, almost mischievously, “I’ll be more than glad to help out any which way I can, Deanie.” The kid pumps his brows at his big brother. Jeremy’s face breaks into a mischievous smirk as he was about to go around Dean towards Sam. He could almost read Sam’s mind with the way the kid is turning this around.

“Really?” Dean asks incredulously.

“Mm hmm.” Sam answers almost immediately. Jeremy opens his arms towards Sam for a hug. Jacob and Gabe are quietly watching the whole goings on.

“And did you just say that you don’t mind?” Dean asks again.

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t we begin our first lesson, princess?” Jeremy calls out to Sam. “Come here, kid and show me how it’s done?”

Dean’s hand shot out and caught Jeremy by the collar.

“What?” Jeremy turns to Dean and asks innocently.

“I mind.” Dean blurts, “Samuel sit.”

“Okay.” Sam sits back down beside Jake.

“Oh come on? Now who am I suppose to learn it from now? You?” Jeremy asks Dean.

“Not gon’na happen.” Dean quickly tells Jt off, “But--you can always learn it from Dad?” Dean answers with a wry grin.

Jacob and Sam chuckle.

“Right. Daddy and snuggling--now there’s a ridiculous idea.” Jake blurts.” Dad only snuggles air.”

Sam and Gabe chuckle out loud.

“Then I guess I’m never gon’na learn then, huh?” Jeremy pouts patronizingly. Gabe got up from the couch he was on and wraps his arms around his big brother’s waist.

“How ‘bout me, Jay?” he looks up to his big brother’s face.

“Dude, here’s a suggestion--” Dean started, “--let’s ask Gabe to teach you.” he breaks into a smile.

Pierce just came down the stairs and walks to the den.

"Alright! Snuggling party!" Pierce asks cheerfully. "Who wants to go first? Dean?" as he opens his arms.

"We can go first Danny!" The twins on cue chorused as both scrambled on who can get to Pierce first.

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So, Exactly What Do Girls Do?

A soft music was coming from inside one of the bedrooms upstairs and it wasn’t necessarily coming from the one with a female in it. Music is okay in the house, loud music, opera music anything and anything but girly-type music since the house is a man-house, according to the pretend twins, the double D’s. According to Dean and Pierce, listening to those types of music that make you bounce and skip ought to be rated as a mortal sin for a guy and should be one of the deadly sevens if they could rewrite it.

Dreamy Jean being a girl of course, despite numerous disagreements from the boys in relation to that cause for them she is transvestite, doesn’t agree and so does Sonja. Music is music and shouldn’t be labeled. One should listen to it if one wants to, be it one from Britney, Eagles, Madonna, Aero smith or Christina Aguilera—one should have his or her own personal preference and shouldn’t be judged by the choice he/she makes.

That topic is still under discussion in that house since John had to intervene after there almost was hair-pulling involved. Until one fine day, an incident happens which reopened a new nightmare involving said topic.

Pierce was coming up to his bedroom after an afternoon jog when as he was about to turn the knob in—he hears it. At first it was just muffled notes, then the music it self reached his ears. He’d have even thought it wasn’t coming anywhere in the house and it was Siobhan playing it from across the street. He wouldn’t even have understood the lyrics to the song or what it was about until he got a firsthand help in understanding the learning of the lyrics as he opened the door of the bedroom which houses the one person he loved more than life itself, hence he couldn’t kill him.

The door opens and Pierce stands open-mouthed at the doorway as he was watching the person walk around the room shooting hoops onto the ring that was mounted on the wall. His head swam with the lyrics to the loathsome girly music.

“That’s what girls do…they keep you guessing the whole day through, play your emotions, push all your buttons…it’s true, that’s what girls do…you ask me why I got’ta play so hard to get, you ask me do I play it cool just to make you sweat--" he turns and caught his big brother by the doorway,"--oh, hi Danny! Wanna play?” came the greeting from Sam.

Pierce doesn’t even answer the boy. He turns and calls out loud for back up down the hallway.

“DEEEAAAAANNNNN! You better come up here, RiGHT NOW! It is a matter of national security!” Pierce yells, “Sammy is turning into a girl!”

Sammy laughs out loud, shaking his head. He hasn’t stopped doing his plays around the room while watching his big brother by the door eyeing him.

“What, Dan?” he asks. “I was looking for something to listen to in Ted’s room. “I found this in one of Dj's cd collections. It fell to the floor after I was looking around. And it’s really good-it’s cute. Makes you want to—“

“Turn into a girl?” Pierce finishes.

Sam chuckles.

“Noooo, makes you want to sing along. I have been singing to it for hours now, actually. I know all the words now.” Sam does a dunk after saying that. “Listen to it.”

“I don’t want to.” Pierce covers his ears. “Where IS Dean—“ he growls, “DEAAAAANN! Your little brother is starting to grow boobs, man!”

"I am?" Sam pats his chest area and feigns surprise as he cups a hand to his mouth.

"DEAAAANN!" he cries out again.

Jake just came out of his bedroom and shoves Pierce in the doorway.

“I was taking a nap, big mouth.” He growls as he walks around Pierce and came in the room, “What are you doing screaming your ass off for anyways?” he passes Sam in the middle of the room and gives the kid a lazy hug, “Hi, baby! Give me a hug and a kiss here cause I missed you.”

“Hi, jake.” the kid hugs his older twin and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Jake plops onto Sam’s bed, which still looked new since Sam has never slept in it more than three times since they moved there because he bunks in with Dean.

“Jacob Winchester, are you even listening? Can you NOT hear that? Can you NOT hear what is playing in here?” Pierce walks in the room and mocks the music in the stereo.

“What about it? It sure beats having to listen to your whining. Which I still don’t get why you’re doing it.” Jake growls.

“He thinks I’m turning into a girl because I’m listening to it, Jake.” Sam informs his brother.

“That is preposterous.” Jake blurts out.

“That’s what I think too!” Sam agrees as he does a spin before dunking the foam ball into the ring. “It’s a cute song. And it’s about girls--aren’t you guys always pushing me to know about them?”

“By turning into one of them? I don’t think so, baby!” Pierce bats.

“Jake, tell Danny how ridiculous he is.” Sam waist for Jake to defend him; both the kid and Pierce turn to Jake on the bed, sitting like an Indian with a clicker on hand.

“It’s silly Danny. This music isn’t going to turn Sam into a chick—“ Jake started.

Sam makes a face and sticks his tongue out at Pierce.

“—he’s already one!” Jake finishes. Pierce laughs out loud to that.

“That was so funny that I forgot to laugh, Jake.” Sam tells him off right before flinging the ball at him.

“We better get rid of this before you actually grow something else down there, baby. ” Pierce heads to turn the music off.

“Don’t you mean shed off something from down there, Dan?” Jake laughs. Sam stood there pouting; he was outnumbered two to one.

“Dreamy Jean thinks it’s cute. I made Ricky listen to it when she called me two days ago and she said it was cute and there is no way it was making her think of me as a lesser man by listening to it.” Sam defended. “You guys are from the dark ages…” he grumbles.

“This is for your own good, baby. Trust me.” Pierce assures him.

The minute the music was turned off, the silent bruteness was restored to the man-house. Pierce thought he’d have done the team a great favor by converting Sam back from girly-land and their anthem, when the bathroom door opens and out came Dean with only a towel around his waist.

“Alright, I was listening to that!” Dean barks. “Who turned it off? Jake was it you?”

“Not me Dean. It was Danny! He thinks it’s girly—he says you’re girl, Dean!” Jake finishes, “Didn’t he Sam?”

Dean eyes Pierce with a glare as he steps out of the bathroom from his shower.

“He did now?” Dean narrows his eyes at his brother. Pierce’s eyes shot at Jake then to Dean.

“I did no such thing, man! I may have called Sam a girl but for the love of god, not you—NOT YOU!”

Dean pounds his fist onto his palm. That got Pierce scrambling his ass out of there with a threat to Jake for turning him in. Dean turns the music on and started changing with the twins laughing at Pierce’s predicament. A minute later and Jake is pretty much doing his own version of the song himself, making Sam laugh as he is listening to his twin from inside the bathroom taking a shower.

“…play your emotions, push all your buttons…it’s true, that’s what girls do…” Jake who is lying on the bed turns his face towards Dean who is behind the desk surfing on the net, “…hey Dean—girls do tend to do that a lot, don’t they?”

“What? Play your emotions and push all your buttons?” Dean asks without even taking his eyes from the monitor.

“Oh god you big girl, you!” Pierce had been there with a mock on his face. He heard everything.

“We’ll make a big girl out of you too later, Daniel!” Dean dismisses him.

“I doubt it.” Pierce bats. As he was about to leave the doorway, he hears footsteps coming from the staircase and then he realizes who was coming up. It was Jeremy. And he was humming. The minute he got close enough, Pierce had to go wide-eyed too. “YOU TOO?”

“What?” Jeremy asks innocently. Pierce had him by the shoulders.

“FOR PETE’S SAKE--YOU’RE A BOY, JT! You hear me, man? YOU DO NOT PLAY WTH EMOTIONS OR PUSH DAMN BUTTONS IT’S TRUE…THAT’S WHAT GIRLS DO! AND YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THEM, YOU HEAR ME?!”

“Oh you caught the song too, didn’t you?” Jeremy cheerfully snaps his fingers at Pierce. “Sam’s been playing it all day and I can’t get it out of my head now. Seems like you caught it too.”

"I did not--" Pierce grumbles under his breath, "--traitors."

Jt watched Pierce as he disappeared down the staircase. The Stahl boy stands by Sam's doorway. The twins' heads pop out and then Dean's.

"You should have seen his face, man." Jt laughs.

"Yeah, remember that time with the pink sweaters grams got us for dad's birthday?" Dean shakes his head and laughed."That was a classic, man!"

"Right, Danny boy sure had a cow over that for days!"Jeremy and him does a low five.

"It's fuchsia, Deanie."

"Whatever, Sammy." he shoves the boy lightly which made Sam shove him back. When Dean gave him the eye, he quickly grabs an arm around his big brother's neck.

"Hey, Dean..Danny actually thinks I was starting to like this music." Sam heas to turn off the music.

"You still don't, right?" Dean eyes him warily as he props on the bed next to Jake who is watching tv with his head hanging upside down to the side of the bed.

"Nooo..." Sam chuckles. "...you told me find the girliest music, didn't you?"

"That's my boy!" Dean says proudly.

"you really got him potty trained haven't you, man?" Jeremy had to comment.

"I don't know...I think I was starting to like that song."

Everybody turns to eye the person who said it. Jacob is looking up at everybody looking down on him upside down.

"Oh did I s-say that OUT LOUD?"

"Mmhm, you sure did, JackieLOU!" Dean bats, "Anybody up for the octopus?"

"I am! I am!" Sam quickly volunteers.

"Sam! I am your twin brother--where is your sense of loyalty?" Jake growls.

"With him." Sam points at Dean making Jake growl even more as he tried jumping off the bed only to get cornered by Dean and Jeremy. The hallway then echoes of Jacob Winchester's cries for help, but of course nobody came.

T

The Case of The Missing Sammy

One-shot: When the brothers couldn’t find the littlest Winchester one day, they thought the worst of situations have happened.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Every body was in a panic. The clock read out is 5pm and still they came up with nothing. Pierce and Jake had rounded up the block for more than ten times, both on foot and driving around--and still, nada. They have not found the object of their intense search. It was both frustrating and scary. It was frustrating since they had nothing to go by to start their search with. And scary because it’s not just a mere material possession they misplaced, so to speak, it was more than that. It was a matter of great importance to all of them.

Irreplaceable.

Eloise and Dean went on separate ways to do their own version of looking too. They figured that that way, they could cover more grounds. That and should they do the search together, they would just end up beating each other up since it was technically during their watch that the loss took place. They would end up playing the blame game and the moment was not the time for it.

They were pressed for time.

Jake wanted to go by himself earlier but at the risk of losing him too, the older boys vehemently objected that he go with Pierce. Reluctantly, the kid obliges if only to ease the worry and distress that was overwhelming the Winchester brood.

Jeremy and Gabriel also came up with the same result as the rest of the brothers--they couldn’t find anything that suggested where their object of search was.

SAMMY.

Even all the guys joined in on the search. Henry Matthewson, fresh out of surgery. Todd Williams, fresh out of spending his whole weekend with Gracie & Marc Lester Macalister, fresh out of luck with women. He just got dumped by his girl friend. Now if Sonja had been in the country at the time, she’d have been asked to join in the search too. But she was unfortunately not around at the moment since she is in Brisbane since their mom is sick. And DJ is not around too. For some reason, she has asked Eloise for her to stay at her parents for awhile. And the boy thinking she was just homesick, let her.

They have been looking for Sam since the moment they realized he was missing. All along they thought the kid had been kidding when he came in the den earlier in the day and told them OUT LOUD that he was going out for awhile to get flour at the store since he ran out of it. He was baking them a batch of cookies in the kitchen when he ran out of the stuff, so he told them he was getting some at the store. But since all of them, the older boys and the guys had been too busy with something--namely watching a movie with lots of women in skimpy outfits frolicking on the beach, they just as easily dismissed the kid away.

That had probably been the kid’s cue to leave the house. And so, he did. And that was eight hours ago.

Dean had just pulled over the front lawn and came back to the house. The rest of the guys are back too; even the brothers.

“And?” Dean asked, “Anything?”

“Dean, are you sure the kid didn’t send you any text message about where he was going, man? I mean doesn’t he usually do that?” Henry is rubbing his sore shoulders. He has been driving around for almost two hours non-stop. He and Todd take turns doing it.

“Oh yeah, I must have just forgotten to check my phone there!” Dean mocks, ‘Thanks Henry, for reminding me!” he further mocks by checking his cell phone, “Oh, wait—here is--NOTHING! You think I would be worrying my ass like this if I had a message from him telling me where he went, Henry?”

“Hey, I was just saying…” Henry mutters, “…don’t badger me, man. I haven’t healed yet. I could start bleeding again.”

Pierce smirks to which Dean turns and gives him a glare for.

“How can you be laughing, Daniel? Sammy is missing!”

“Dean, didn’t Sam wander off two days ago but just came right back? It turned out that he had been at Henry’s tree house the whole day since he wanted to finish this book he was reading which he can’t do around you guys cause you were messing with him for reading little women?” Todd found the need to recount that. “Maybe he found anew book to read?”

“Or maybe he found real live little women and they took him out for a joyride, something? The mustang is not outside, isn’t it?” Henry suggested.

Dean ran a nervous palm over his mouth as he was eyeing the guys and his brothers suspiciously.

“Dean, I’m sure Sam will turn up sooner or later, squirt.” Eloise is coming out of the swinger with a can of soda on hand.

“How come you guys don’t seem all that worried about this?” Dean finally asks.

“Bite your tongue, man!” Marc scowls, “Of course we’re worried!”

“Hah!”Dean scoffs, “Of course you are!” Dean heads for Pierce who was standing next to him, grabbing the boy around the neck in a nuggie. “What the hell is going on? Where’s baby?”

Pierce is gasping for air and trying to wriggle his way out of Dean’s chokehold but not doing a good job at all.

“Dean, you’re killing him.” Todd calls out, he is sitting at the foot of the stairs now.

“Where is Sammy?” Dean asks again. “Don’t make me ask again the third time, Daniel.”

“Squirt, what in hell are you talking about?” Eloise buts in, “How in Pete’s name should he know where the kid went? I mean, you don’t even know and you’re joined at the hip-you and baby! How do you suppose Danny would know where he is when you don’t? Think about it!”

“Alright.” Dean lets Pierce go as he walks out the door.

The guys all look at each other at that reaction right there. They were about to decide to just spill with it to Dean when the door opens up again with the middle boy coming right back in.

“You gon’na tell me what I want to know now or--“ just then he pulls his gun from under his jacket around the back of his pants waist and holds it up, even cocks it. Their jaws dropped.

“We’re talking, Dean!” Henry cries out in behalf of everybody.

The door just opened and the new set-up at the PIT met their faces. There were decorations that suggested that there’s going to be a party there. Not to mention the food that was in corner of the place. There was lots of it too.

Just then, Dean’s eyes widened at the banner that was hanging up on the wall and he could just smile at the faces of DJ, Sonja—and their old man standing under it, but mostly at his baby brother who was right in the middle of them. The kid is smiling all happy at him.

“Well, I’ll be…”

Sam met him halfway and darts at him with a big hug.

“Happy birthday, Deanie!”

Dean hugs back.

“Were you here the whole time doing this?” Dean asks in Sam’s ear. Sam pulls away and nodded. “You ordered them all around, didn’t you?”

“Mostly, daddy.” Sam chuckles.

“Thanks, baby. This is just--awesome!” He hugs Sam again. And pretty much Jake jumps them and joins in the hug. Pierce, not feeling the mood to be left out—he joins in too. He hugs around the three. The minute Eloise entered the door, he was met with the guys pretty much looking like they are in a huddle.

“Alright, where’s the birthday boy at?” he calls out. “I got to give that boy a big hug!”

The guys all turn to him and cue the chorus.

“GET IN LINE!”

Not about to be left out, Eloise squeezes himself in and joined the huddle himself. The two girls and JW were watching by the sidelines and could just shake their heads and start towards the table to eat.

Dean may have been happy, but his eyes was looking around for somebody in particular who wasn’t there. His best friend.

In the middle of the party, Sam just tugs on his Deanie’s arm.

“I got you a present.”

“Oh you mean, this wasn’t it, baby?” Dean asks, surprised. “Cause this is already far too much, Sammy.”

The kid juts his big brother’s attention towards the entrance. Somebody had just come in. Dean shook his head and smiled. He grabs Sam by the nape and kissed him on the top of the head. Tears actually filmed the boy’s eyes after pulling away.

“You did this too, baby?”

Sam leans in to whisper to Dean’s ear. The older boy actually laughed out loud to what the kid said.

“Happy birthday, Dean.” Sam gives his big brother a kiss on the cheek before leaving his side. The kid meets the newcomer halfway with a hug and then he made his way to the rest of the guys on the other end of the room.

“Hey Dean!”

Dean nods at him.

“Hey B--“

It was a whole lot of awkward as they both sat there at the counter, drinking rootbeer.

"So, I saw the kid whisper. What was the big secret?" Brandon doesn't even turn to look at Dean beside him.

"Dude, I don't know if I should tell you." came Dean's response. "I only tell secrets to my best friend. Are you him by any chance?"

"If you still let me, man?" Brandon's voice trails.

" It depends."

"On what?"

"If you're gon'na go all hugging and all that girly crap if I said yes...then I'd say no."

Brandon's face breaks into a smirk.

"You hurt my feelings real bad, B. You're gon'na have to do a whole lot of groveling to get my trust back, dude!"

"I know, Dean. I know."

"And you hurt Sammy too--"

"I'll make it up to everybody, Dean."

"Alright, "Dean swivels in his stool to face Brandon. "--you're hired!"

"Come on, dude? Can't we hug this one out?"

Dean makes a face but wasn't able to do anything anymore after the Mac boy does grab him in an apologetic hug.

Clearing his throat, Dean started, "Uh--B, if you don't let go of me soon--people are gon'na start to talk!"

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The Controversial Silver Porsche

“Ted, honey—why don’t you relax?” she started, “Come, sit by me?” she gives the stool next to her a pat. “Or if you want you can sit on my lap?” Eloise gives her a glare. “Or not…” she chuckles, “…sweetie, I’m sure there is really no cause for concern here.”

No sooner had she said that when they hear the familiar smooth purr of an engine coming from the garage.

Dreamy Jean is sitting behind the counter next to her husband who looks all too serious at the moment. They had just woken up from their nap a few hours before dinner. When the boy was about to go get them dinner that’s when he realized what happened. He finds the garage empty.

Eloise is reacting like so after he found his beloved Porsche not being in the spot he left it the night before. It’s being used at the moment—as he guesses, without his permission. And it hasn’t really been this one time that it has happened. It had happened numerous times in the recent past. And the culprit, since DJ doesn’t feel comfortable with the give behind the driver’s seat anymore with her tummy already that big—and with her actually being there at the moment—having not left her husband’s side, it just has to be one of their little brothers.

The following are different accounts where we see each of the brother’s reactions in the interrogation process after they are caught red-handed in using the Porsche without permission.

--

Pierce.

The kitchen back door opens and in come Pierce with a soda in hand. He looks up and gives the couple a big smile in greeting as he shrugs out of his jacket,

“So the weather outside is spiteful.” He began, “How was your nap, you two? Any good? No nightmares I hope?” He notices Eloise looking at him like he has two heads. “Ted, you alright bro? You look like you just ate something really bitter? What’s with the blue steel look?” he turns to DJ. “What’s with him—nightmare?”

“Pierce Winchester,” Dreamy Jean speaks up.

“Uh-what is up with the first name?” the boy had to ask. “You had a nightmare too? See, that’s why I don’t take naps in the afternoon!”

“Danny, you have been found guilty of the use of the silver Porsche without proper authorization—or knowledge of its owner Theodore Winchester, who I might add is pretty darn pissed off at the moment.”

Pierce grins wryly as he takes a step back.

“…how do you plead?” she finishes.

The boy stood there pale and gaping for a few seconds while shifting in his spot. Eloise started to get up and walk around the counter to head to Pierce. As he was about to open his mouth to say something to his kid brother, before he could even say anything, the younger boy had already managed to grab his jacket from the counter top--toss the keys to the Porsche at his big brother and has successfully bolted for the back door where he came from earlier. Not a word, no nothing. Just a simple display of cowardice at being caught.

Dreamy Jean caught her husband’s eyes and they did that for seconds before the lady of the house started to laugh amusingly.

“It’s not funny, D! He used my car!” Eloise whines petulantly.

--

Jeremy.

He stood there looking at Eloise warily.

“Ted, before you say anything…” he digs for the keys in his jacket pocket and places it on the edge of the counter top, “…let me just tell you how sorry I am for borrowing your car without your permission. It was wrong, really really wrong and I have no excuse for what I did really except that I was just so proud of that car I wanted to show it off to my friend Ike. I wanted to show off my big brother’s car to this friend of mine because it’s just the most awesome vehicle there is—how you’ve managed to take good care of a cherry ride like that over the years was just so beyond me that I just had to show the Porsche off—and YOU, to my friend. But still, what I did was wrong despite the good intentions, right?”

“Uh—“Eloise got as far as that.

“Now because I caused you emotional trauma for what I did, I’m going to suggest a proper means of punishment for me. A month of grounding—no TV, no little brother—no nothing. I mean if it’s possible if you want me not to eat—I could do that too. I did something really wrong, so I deserve a big punishment, right? ” the boy continues.

“Well, I can’t really keep you from your little brother because Gabe might murder me for that—or eating, cause Sam might just murder me for that—since it’s his turn to cook for the whole month. Plus it will just be ridiculous. And a month is just too much anyways—a couple of days is enough.” Eloise tells the boy.

“That’s really generous of you, big brother.” Jeremy walks over to Eloise and wraps an arm around the boy’s shoulder. “Thank you. Whatever punishment that you see fit, is good for me too.”

Jeremy has already left the kitchen for several minutes already and still the couple hasn’t recovered from what happened.

“So, that’s one big speech gone to waste!” Dreamy Jean speaks up to mock her husband in reference to the whole tirade the boy prepared earlier to give to Jeremy the second he was to arrive. Eloise narrows his eyes at his wife. “What?” she asks innocently, “I’m just saying, sweetie…” And then she starts to chuckle. “He’s really good, huh? Could become a good lawyer someday too…”

--

Jake.

“Jacob Winchester, you have just been found guilty of the use of the silver Porsche without proper authorization—or knowledge of its owner Theodore Winchester, who I might add is pretty darn pissed off at the moment.” Dreamy Jean started.

‘Oh god, I’m dead!’ he blurts in his head, ‘It’s the last time I listen to those lousy twin brothers of mine!’ “Really?” Jake softly muffles out loud as he is warily looking at his big brother. He swallows the lump in his throat.

“Yeah, really.” Eloise answers him with a straight face.

The kid’s eyes found the keys of said vehicle in question in his hand, which after it hit his senses that it wasn’t a good idea to have brandished the keys in front of his big brother; he hides it behind him all too quickly that it was comical.

“You’re caught, mister…no point denying it.” Dreamy Jean tells him, “So…how do you plead?”

Jake’s face scrunches up, “LIKE THIS!-“cue in the kid dropping to his big brother’s feet in a praying position, “Teddy, I’m sorry! I’m sssooo ssorrry, big brother? It was not my fault, really! It was Danny--and Kel’s! They put the idea in my head! Uh-huh, It was all them! YOU HAVE GOT TO BELIEVE ME!”

--

Gabe.

The kid is standing there in front of the couple, looking all adorable.

“I’m not guilty, Ted.” He says innocently.

“You’re already caught, little mister.” Eloise tells him with a straight face. “Might as well cop up to it!”

“You’re lying…” Gabe tells him. “...lying is not nice, Ted.”

“How do I know you’re not the one who’s lying right now?” the older boy bats back.

“Well, A) You have your keys on the hook in the den—I saw it on my way outside earlier. And B) You all know I can’t even see over the dash of your car, man. Last time I checked you can’t drive when your head don’t even go past the wheel.”

Eloise and Dreamy Jean look at each other and then their gazes go back to the pouting 16 year old in front of them who they are accusing of snaking the Porsche. That’s when their faces break into big smiles; and then they went fussy mode on the kid.

“Do you have any idea just how cute you are?” Eloise blurts out.

“I’m not cute, I’m angry…” Gabe tells him.

“Well, you don’t look angry at all, kid—you look adorable! Come here, you--“DJ gets off the stool and walks over to Gabe, “We’re just messing with you, little sweetie--“she is hugging the kid in no time and planting kisses all over the boy’s face.

“Me next!” Eloise calls out. The door just opens and in comes Jeremy—and he is eyeing the hug.

“What’s going on here?” Jeremy asks with a fish hook on the eyebrow.

--

Kel.

“I don’t know how I got here—I swear!” Kel blurts out; both hands in mid-air in mock surrender pose as he is looking up at his big brother.He is sitting behind the wheel of the car in question.

The oldest Winchester brother is currently standing alongside the car on the driver’s side in the driveway, looking in at Kel while pursing his cheeks at the boy.

"Uh-huh?"

--

Dean.

The middle brother comes in the kitchen back door.

“Hey—“he nods at the couple in there. He then digs for the keys in his jacket pocket and then puts in on the counter—walking past his big brother and sister in law behind the counter as he disappears behind the swinger.

The couple caught each other’s gazes.

“I thought you were going to tear him a new one, Ted?” Dj started.

“Oh don’t start…” Eloise makes a face and growls at her.

“Oh Ted…” Dj could just giggle as she leans her head against her husband’s shoulder.

--

Sammy.

The kid is shifting in his spot.

“Give it here.” Eloise is holding his hand forward for the keys. Sam trudged towards his big brother. “What’s the big idea snaking the Porsche without asking me, Sam? And isn’t Dean around? Doesn’t he drive you around himself all the time?”

Sam is a few feet from his big brother when Eloise said the last word. The second the keys landed on the older boy’s hand, both the older boy and Dreamy Jean’s hearts broke into a warm smile. Sammy just landed a big warm hug on his big brother after he handed the keys to its owner. His face is buried on Eloise’s neck.

“Happy birthday, Teddy…” Sam whispers within the confines of the warm embrace.

Eloise, who is hugging the kid back, met his wife’s eyes. Their eyes wander towards the calendar hanging on the wall.

Sam pulls away and before doing it entirely, he manages to plant a kiss on his big brother’s cheek.

“I’m sorry I took the Porsche out without asking you, Ted.” Sam softly started, “I just wanted to do something nice for you for your birthday.”

Dreamy Jean is teary as she was listening to this and looking at the brothers.

“I was going to get you a puppy, Ted….but since somebody is going to give you that already—and since I can’t think of anything else that you don’t already have—I thought of getting your car clean instead—so you and Dj can take it out later on your date!” the kid finishes with a big warm smile on his sweet face.

Eloise opens his arms wide for his baby brother.

“I didn’t even know it was my birthday today, baby--“ Eloise nods at the littlest Winchester, “—come here?”

The kid is once again in his big brother’s embrace.

“Happy birthday, Teddy…”

“Thank you, baby—“Eloise hugs the kid tighter, “--I love you very much, do you know that?”

“I know…” Sam muffles, “…I love you more, Ted.” The kid lifts his gaze up and caught the swinger open a crack. He smiles after catching over Eloise’s shoulder his Deanie peeping in. Sam chuckles. “And I love you, Deanie!”

“You better--” Dean blurts out loud. “—or that Porsche is so dead!”

THE END

W

What Dean does every 2nd of May

He got up early today. Usually at any other day he’d be all cranky and all begging his brother if he could stay in bed a few more minutes; but today just isn’t one of those days. And today--he actually got up ahead of his little brother.

Today is anything but normal.

It’s the 2nd of May.

“Hey, there pretty little thing--you--did you get me everything on the list?” The 26-year old was leaning over the counter in the diner across the motel where he and his brother were staying for the time being. He’s being himself; suave, cocky and the biggest flirt on the planet. One shit-eating grin from him would be more than enough to make a bunch of school girls’ days—even weeks. But today isn’t about him. The giggling waitress just handed him the stuff he was there for. And having grabbed the package, he was on his way back to the motel.

It’s the 2nd of May.

His watch read: 6am. ‘Dean, my man! You’re good-looking and all—and the chicks dig you like crazy, but you’re slow as molasses! Seriously--’ mentally scolding himself, Dean Winchester just took pace and was in no time back at the motel. He just tiptoed his way in; package clutched under his jacket. Reminded himself that today…

It’s the 2nd of May.

The bundle under the sheets which was Sam was still sleeping. Dean pats himself on the back; ‘Perfect!’

The clock read: 7am. Dean just steps back, pauses, did a little nip and tuck here and there and Voila! His masterpiece is done! Totally pleased with himself and his accomplishment, Dean heads back to bed.

It’s the 2nd of May.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Sam just opened his eyes; stifled a yawn. ”It’s the 2nd of May…” Sam blurts and just allowed a smile escape his lips. He just sat up, the moment he shifted his gaze to his side; there it was and right on cue too; just like every single year before. Sam shook his head, smiled as he threw a glance at his big brother who was all bundled under his blanket.

It’s the 2nd of May.

Each year for the past 20 years, every 2nd of May which is Sam’s birthday, he never misses to get breakfast in bed, courtesy of his big brother: Dean Winchester.

END

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Note: This is a one-shot of the first few months Pierce started living with the brothers.

What's In A Name?

ooooooo0O0ooooooo

Pierce had just woken up and was walking down the hallway to the top of the stairs. He cannot feel more out of place at the moment. His brothers are way cool and they are doing everything they can to make him feel at home but it just hasn’t settled in him yet. He has been so use to living on his own ever since he was a kid and now--he instantly has a family. As opposed to the mom-himself and Kel set-up he used to have before.

The boy got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around the den.

He felt at home. He knows his brothers are under the same roof as him, they are just sleeping. That’s when he allowed a smile to escape his lips. He was on his way to the kitchen swinger when as he went in, he was surprised to see that he wasn’t alone this early morning.

Sitting behind the counter top is the littlest Winchester, eating dingdongs and drinking chocolate milk. Upon Pierce’s entrance, the kid looks up and beams the older boy a big warm smile. Sam then gets up from the barstool and meets his big brother half way with a big long hug good morning. And since that is so not part of his MO, Pierce’s response is a smile after Sam pulled away and resumes to his seat.

“Hi!”

“You’re up early, Sam?” he finds a spot across the boy.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Sam immediately pushes his box of treats in front of Pierce. “Oh wait, you might want something else.” He then he gets up, heads to the fridge. He gets the milk, the various boxes of cereals from the cupboards and spread them out in front of his big brother. He even manages to snag the boy a glass of water before he went back to his seat. “Anything else you might need, just tell me, okay?” And then Sam resumes eating, his face buried into counting the remaining dingdongs in the box.

Pierce eyes the vast spread lined up in front of his face and then looks at Sam. Right about that time that he looked at the younger boy, the kid looks up too. Their eyes meet.

“You need anything else? I really don’t know if you eat these…” the kid flinches and then smiles, “You want toast?” he gets up and was about to the door, “I’ll just drive to the store to get bread—you stay put…”

That’s when Pierce had to grab the kid by the arm. The more or less first time he connected with the boy by himself.

“It’s okay, Sam. I can just pick from one of these--“ he smirks. “—you don’t expect me to eat all of these though, do you?”

Sam chuckles as he goes back to his seat.

“No…but Dean can finish those though.”

“Really now?”

“Uh-huh…him and Ted…but not so much Ted. Mostly Deanie!” Sam takes a chomp of his treat. “Hey, you want some of this?" offers the dingdongs again. "Dean use to hate this before...he thinks it’s spongy…want to try it?”

Pierce can’t help but muse at the kid.

‘Man? Can’t believe you’re my little brother, Sam.’ Pierce says in his head. ‘I’ve known you a month and I already love you, kid.’

“You okay?”

Sam’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Yeah—here, let me try it…”

After a couple of seconds, with Sam actually looking at him all waiting and wide-eyed, Pierce just had to flick the kid on the nose playfully. Sam’s response is a chuckle.

“And?”

“It’s good…I got to recommend this to my friends.”

“You should.”

“As soon as I get me some.”

Sam looks at him with a confused look.

“I don’t have friends, Sam. Not even one.” Pierce’s voice trails as he grabs a box of Lucky Charms and started pouring them into the bowl Sam put in front of him earlier.

“You have one now. Me!”

“But we can’t be friends…”

“Why not? You don’t like me?” Sam gave him a squinty-face.

Pierce laughed out loud.

“I like you, Sam. We can’t be friends cause we’re brothers. Two people can’t be both brothers and friends at the same time, right?”

“Sure they can! I’m friends with Dean, Ted and Jake. Now with you too!” Sam tells him matter of factly.

‘god, I love this kid!’ Pierce said out loud in his head.

Dean was all yawning and scratching his belly as he was coming down the stairs. He woke up and found his sleeping buddy already up that he had to get up too. Sam had been tossing and churning the whole night and Dean is sure he didn’t get any sleep at all. He wanted to make sure the kid is alright somehow.

He was coming down the stairs when he found one of the twins eavesdropping by the swinger door. A smirk crept up Dean’s face as he was about to jump Jake. But then as he came a bit closer, he just heard his Sammy’s all too familiar chuckles.

‘Alright, who’s making my Sammy laugh like that?’ Dean’s forehead goes scrunched up as he got alongside Jake. He goes eavesdropping, himself. “What’s going on here?” he whispers to Jake.

“The new guy.” Jake tells Dean with his eyes all narrow and suggestive. “You know what, I know what’s going on…”

“What is?”

“He’s stealing Sam away.”

“Really?” Dean’s brows arched as he met Jake’s face when the older twin turned to face him.

“Yeah, he is going to steal him away back to the Valley. And I sure am not going to let that happen, Dean! Are you?”

“No…”

“Then why don’t you go in there and take Sammy back then!”

“It’s Sam!”

“Right, Sam!” Jake straightens up and stood in front of Dean who is leaning against the wall beside the swinger door. “Go!”

“Nah…Sammy won’t leave me, not for anything.” Dean says cockily.

Just then they hear them coming towards the door. Dean and Jake scramble up the stairs to make it seem like they had just woken up and are just coming down. Sam comes out of the swinger with Pierce following him.

“Hey, Deanie! Jake—“greets Sam warmly as he was coming up the stairs to meet the two halfway, as it seemed to Dean and Jake. The middle brother was even expectant to get a good morning hug which he is use to getting from the kid every morning. But then Sam walks past them and instead grabs the ball by the side of the staircase and goes right back down. The kid tosses the ball to Pierce and then both headed for the front door.

Jake looks at Dean.

“It’s begun!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jake! Sam’s gon’na turn around and ask me to come along. Just you look and see.”

The door closed behind Sam.

No glance, no invitation.

Jake turns to Dean.

“I’m waiting for him to turn around, Dean. Is it any minute now?”

Dean scrambles down the stairs in seconds.

“SAMMY!”

--

Outside the door, Sam was tying his shoelaces when the door opens and Dean pops out the door.

“Dean, want to play?” Sam turns to him as he straightened up.

“You bet I do!” Dean says grittily as he manages to sneak a glare at Pierce who was already shooting hoops by the driveway. Just then his thoughts were scattered when Sam just gave him a hug.

“I forgot, Dean.”

Dean actually felt his face flush.

“Come on? You can play Pierce…” the second Sam said their brother’s name he doubles over and started chuckling.

“Still getting the chuckles, huh?” Dean asked the kid who nods without looking up.

“His name is a verb, Deanie…” Sam starts chuckling again. Dean gave in for a second and started chuckling too, not over Pierce’s name but at Sammy’s amusement over it. Dean finds it endearing; silly and weird, but endearing. It’s one of those things that make Sam ridiculously adorable to his brothers.

“You are a sick puppy, you know that?”

“I know!” the kid says in between chuckles, “It’s crazy, Deanie.” Sam blurts out as he straightens up, he is nursing his sides. Traces of his giggles were still trying to come up on him. “I’ve actually managed to sidestep saying his name the whole time we were talking earlier.”

“Yeah I bet… and you were pretty cozy with him in there too—you forgot my hug…” Dean raises a brow at the kid and Sam understood what Dean meant.

“Oh come on?” Sam whines. “You’re kidding me?”

Dean shoves the kid lightly by the chest before he goes down the steps. The minute the middle brother got to the bottom step he turns to Sam beside him. And with a big wide grin on his handsome face, he spoke up.

“Pierce…”

Sam tried to stifle it. But he lost.

“Darn it, Deeeeaaannn…”

And with that Sam had to go back inside the house, much to the delight of the older twin.

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Winchester Men and the Color Fuchsia

Dean just heard Jeremy’s van pull up at the driveway. He would have driven Amaliah to Chrysler’s himself but he fell asleep waiting for her. So the lady of the house didn’t bother waking her grouchy grandson up and took off with the boys to do some shopping. She even managed to sneak Sammy out along with the rest of the boys.

The middle brother is up in his room in front of his computer, surfing. That’s when he heard the vehicle pull over. He grumbles incoherently as his eyes caught the post it on his monitor.

"Well at least he left me a note..." Dean told himself.

‘Deanie, grama is taking us shopping. She told me not to wake you. Sorry. Don’t be mad. I’ll bring you something good. Love you, Dean.’

-Scrappy Doo

A snicker escaped the boy’s lips as he recalled an event that happened a day before that brought about the nickname. The three musketeers were all bunched up in his room watching a scary movie when Jake accidentally spills his soda on his little brother. Sam didn’t necessarily need to take a shower but he felt soda sticky so he did anyway. Dean remembers the littlest Winchester coming out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist—and his hair dripping wet. The next thing he did was stand alongside the bed near Jake and Gabriel and just shook himself dry, mostly his hair.

Dean was watching the whole scene from the other side of the room as he was pretending to sleep on the long couch. His little brother can actually be a bitch when he actually wanted to and Dean just realized that. He can't help but snicker in mute. He knows that was rude, but Sam being playful and initiating a prank himself, is always going to be a welcome change any day for his big brothers.

“What the hell was that for Scrappy Doo?” Jacob whines as he grabs a pillow and flings it at Sam who scrambles to get away from his big brother’s reach. He heads towards the door to go change in his own room, chuckling with wild abandonment at what he just pulled on Jake and Gabe. “I will get you back, Sam!”

“I’m sure you will, Jakey!” Sam scoffs as he heads for the door. “Hey, know what...I just remembered something…”

“What, that you could actually drop your towel by accident? And by accident I mean me?” Jacob sassed.

Gabriel just started chuckling as he averts his attention from the movie to the banter going on, since it is louder than the TV.

“I am wearing boxers underneath, Jake. I know you.” Sam tells him off.

“Oh yeah, the last time he tried parading like that, Gabe--grams saw his ass!” Jake laughed out loud to taunt. Gabe just punches Jake lightly on the side in Sam’s defense.

“Not funny, Jake!”

“So what were you gon’na say, baby?”

“Well, I remembered back when I was in third grade and the teacher asked us what we all wanted to be when we grew up. I just remembered what I said then—what I wanted to be.”

Since Dean has one arm slung over his eyes, the three blind mice were oblivious that he had been awake the whole time and was listening too. When Sam started talking, Dean’s ear just automatically heightened. He’s always been that way. If only to know his Sammy a little more when he was a kid; to sort of fill in the gaps of when he was not with his big brothers then, Dean wanted to know.

“What was it?” Jake was actually curious too.

“A doggie.”

“Sorry?” Jake had to ask again. He turns to Gabe with a scrunched up face, “He said what?”

“A doggie?” Gabe tells Jake and then they both turn to Sam with a look of confusion on their faces. “Did you say you wanted to be a doggie?”

“Uh-hmm. I wanted to grow up to be a doggie.”

“You do know a doggie is a dog, right, Samuel?” Jake says patronizingly.

“Shut up, I was a kid. I didn’t know better!” Sam pouts. “And doggies are awesome, I mean little doggies. They don’t have to towel off when they get wet, they can just shake themselves dry.” Came the defense.

“Baby, they keep telling me you were weird but I sure didn’t believe them. Now I actually do! A doggie? And little doggies are called puppies, Sam. And what the hell were you thinkin’?” Jacob scowls, Gabe can’t help but this time laugh with Jake.

“That is the last time I share my innermost secrets with you, Jake.” Sam tells his big brother off petulantly as he closes the door after him. That only made Gabe and Jake laugh out louder.

After Sam left the room, Jake noticed Dean’s shoulders vibrating.

“How long have you been awake for, mommy Dean?” Jake calls out.

“My baby’s a freak!” Dean says out loud as he joins in with the mocking.

KNOCK KNOCK

Dean got pulled back from his reminiscing.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Deanie! We’re back!”

“Come in then…” Sam comes in after the knock and immediately heads for Dean, gives his big brother a big hug, hands him his present, a yellow bag of m&m’s, before he props on the bed and flicks the TV on. No sooner had Sam come on when Jake follows him in there with Gabe. They all prop on the bed and watched TV. The three of them lying on the bed all bunched up like sardines.

Dean’s jaw dropped as he got up and gave the three boys the stink eye. He doesn’t get a word out. He just heads out of his room; clutching Sam’s present for him as he goes downstairs to look for Amaliah. Dean found her in the kitchen stacking the groceries into the cabinets.

“Alright, lady…quick question.” Dean started. His brows all scrunched up on his forehead.

“What is it, sweetie? And why are your eyes so wide?”

“Why in god’s name are my little brothers wearing matching pink t-shirts? Was I mistaken somehow, woman? Did I always have little sisters the whole time? And it’s got little bunnies on the front, Amaliah? Pink t-shirts with tiny little bunnies--what? What? WHAT did you do?”

Amaliah was chuckling out loud.

“Oh sweetie, I had nothing to do with it.” she defended. “And it’s not pink, it’s fuchsia…”

“Oh well that just made me feel so much better now. Cause it’s not pink. It’s Fuchsia.” Dean gives a bitter smirk. They were quickly interrupted by the back door opening with Jeremy coming in the door, a Popsicle clamped in his mouth.

“Hey Dean!”

Dean’s eyes grew wider. And Amaliah’s chuckles got louder.

“Don’t you ‘Hey Dean’ me!” Dean cries out, “You too?”

“What?” Jeremy asks innocently, “What did I do?”

“Dude, have you seen a mirror lately?”

“Uh-no, why? Do I have chocolate on my face?”

“You’ve turned into a girl, Jeremy! A girl in pink!”

“Oh, this?” Jeremy snickers, “Don’t you think it’s cute, Dean?” Jeremy says cheerfully, “Amaliah picked them out for us—she’s got you one too—and Danny!”

Dean turns to Amaliah with narrowed eyes. He caught her vehemently shaking her head at Jeremy.

“Oh, was it supposed to be a secret?” Jeremy bit his lower lip, “My bad, grams.”

“I might have to wash your mouth with soap now, don’t I Amaliah--you just lied. And as I recall, lying is bad, right?” Dean tells her cockily.

“Sweetie, it’s for your dad. We’re taking a picture of you boys in those shirts to scare your father. It’s his birthday present. We’ll send it to him tomorrow.” Amaliah wraps her arm around Dean’s arm as they head for the swinger.

“We are?” Dean asks her.

“Uh-huh, now go change into your shirt while we wait for Daniel.”

Jeremy takes over from grams as he grabs around Dean’s shoulders.

“This is gon’na be fun!” Jeremy tells Dean.

“You’ll manage to kill Danny first before you kill dad. Danny hates Pink. He can’t even stand sushi!” Dean manages to tell Amaliah before they disappear behind the door. The old lady could just chuckle.

The front door just opens and Pierce who just came from school actually dropped his books. When he looked up, the older twin is standing in front of him wearing pink and big dimpled smile on his face. Seconds later Gabe comes out of the swinger, also wearing pink.

“Hi, Danny!” Sam greets the boy with a wave as he just followed Gabe a second later. “Like our shirts?”

“No, I don’t.” Pierce scowls, “Did I fall asleep on the drive home or something?” he asks himself, “Did I die in an accident? This --this is a nightmare right here…”

“Well, that’s too bad.” Came Dean’s voice from the top of the stairs, also in pink.

“Dean, you’re a girl?” Pierce finally blurts out loud.

“As will you be in a minute, man. Right Jt?” Dean got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh-huh.” Jeremy just came in the door. Pierce’s eyes widened.

Jeremy pats Pierce on the back.

“You too?” he gasps, “I think I’m gon’na be sick…you all look like raw fish…”

The three younger boys are chuckling at the look on Pierce’s face.

“Here, Danny…” Sam just got back from upstairs. He hands his big brother his pink shirt.

Several minutes later…

“Alright boys, “Amaliah’s voice rang in the house, “…Danny, sweetie, skooch over to Jake…”

Jake just wraps an arm around his big brother’s shoulders. He is just loving the idea of the look on Pierce’s face at the moment.

“One. Two…say cheese…”

CLICK!

John Winchester’s birthday came. And so did his present.

THUD!

A kid doing the paper route on his bike almost rammed into a car along the curb after he just heard a loud booming sound coming from the upstairs window in Clayton St. in Durcell. But it wasn’t a cause for alarm at all; it’s just the sound of John Winchester laughing.

He had just opened his present.

Right below the blown up picture of his boys were letters in bold that said

“Happy Birthday, daddy! Don’t worry, it’s fuchsia!”

“I can’t believe you guys…” John says in between chuckles. The man is nursing his wrist as he may have had sprained it when he fell off his couch, laughing.

Y

Note: A One-shot. The brothers and the guys decided to pay a visit to the place where Sam and Gabe found the video where Gary had somehow sneakily distributed a copy at. Dean, as he assured his little brother is taking things into his own hands--along with the rest of the guys, to make sure not one of the tapes are in existence.

You Are the Grace of My Life

The Ridgeline just pulls over in front of Desire. The store that was inaptly named that according to Gabriel Stahl. Dean gets out from behind the wheel but not before telling Sam and Jake to stay in the truck. Henry and Brandon gets off from the backseat as well, leaving the twins in there. Jeremy’s van pulls over behind Dean’s truck a few seconds later and Jeremy gets off with Gabe.

Dean turns to Gabe as they stood just in front of the store from afar.

“This it?” he asks the kid. Jeremy is standing alongside his little brother with an arm around the kid’s shoulders.

“Yeah.”

Brandon and Henry start to snicker as they just alongside the rest.

“What?” Jeremy had to ask.

“Gabe is right, man. This place is ridiculously named.” Henry snickers. “Desire my ass!”

“Wait til you see the insides.” Gabe added.

“Alright, let’s get this done.” Dean speaks up.

The guys caught Dean’s eyes. They could read all the seriousness in his green pair. They nod at him as they willed themselves to take the degree of the situation in all seriousness.

--

Sam who is riding shotgun has been sitting there quietly as he chews on his nails. It’s been half an hour since they have watched Dean and the guys walk in the front door of DESIRE. They haven’t come out yet.

Jake who could very well see his baby twin’s face through the rearview couldn’t feel any more in pain. Sam has been through so much growing up. If he could do anything just to change how things could have been, he’d have gladly switched places with him in a snap so Sam could have had a better childhood. He may have had been separated from his family when he was growing up, but his adoptive family took the best care of him--Sam was with family, but he sure wasn’t treated the way he was suppose to have been treated. Ironically the Andersons who weren’t blood took much better care of Jake as opposed to the Winchesters from the Valley who were blood but made every possible way to make Sam’s life hell growing up. They were blood, but that didn’t mean a thing to them—Sam didn’t mean anything to them, the kid who his big brothers would do anything even unimaginable for.

He can’t very well express how much he loves the kid for him to be understood. He wanted to say a lot of things to Sam but he didn’t know where to start or if he will even make any sense.

He leans in from the backseat.

Sam just felt something wet on his cheek. His older half just gave him a kiss. Their eyes met on the rearview as Jacob sat back on his seat. Jacob nodded at him. Sam just reaches in to wipe the teardrop that fell from his eyes as he gave his big brother a warm smile.

“We got your back, Sam.”

“I know…you guys always do. Thanks, Jake.”

“Hey Sam--“

“Yeah?”

“About what happened between me and Darby--the video…I just want to say I’m sorry. I would never in my right mind cause you any pain, little brother. I hope you could forgive me for that.”

“I’d have forgotten about that, Jake. Don’t worry.”

“Love you, Sam…”

“I love you more.”

‘Not as much as I love you…I know that for sure.’ Jacob says in his head as his eyes never averted from the kid riding shotgun who just turned his gaze towards the stretch of road ahead.

--

“Dean--“ Brandon is trying to pull off his best friend from the guy he is holding down on the floor. “--take it easy, man!”

“Either you tell me now or I will kill you right here--right now you son of a bitch!” Dean says with clenched jaws as he staring the guy down, who may have been twice bigger than the Winchester boy but having no chance in hell at all after Dean zeroed on him. “WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE VIDEOS?”

“At the back—at the—the back--“the guy coughs out blood. “--all there, you—you can take them all…”

Dean has his gun up against the guy’s jaw.

“You had better be telling me it’s all there is, jack ass. ‘Cause if you’d have been lying through your ass right now--and to my face? I give you my word—I will come back here and take you down and your family—one by one—even your little daughters, you hear me?” Dean points at the picture the guy has tacked onto the wall. “Even your little wife--I’ll hunt you all down, find you and kill every one of you…and I always keep my word. Believe you me.”

Brandon had to move his face away after hearing that.

Dean would never lie when the threat has been made for Sam.

“It’s all there is…” the guy had tears streaming down his face as he was staring up to Dean’s face. “…I swear…please, please just take them all. Please leave my family out of this…”

“We’ll see…” Dean gets of the guy.

--

Gabe, who has access to Dean doing the guy in, cringed every time Dean’s the fists connect to the guy’s body. Jeremy, who could see him from across the store since he and Henry are rummaging through the racks, just realized that it wasn’t a good idea to have had his baby brother stay there for that.

The Stahl boy was frozen in his spot, the next thing was Jeremy hugs him to his chest and walks him out of the store.

--

Brandon and Dean just got to the back of the store and were in aghast. It was a Stackhouse of porn unimaginable. And the idea of his baby brother reduced to being one of the people that were exploited in these videos just got to Dean a few seconds as they stood at the doorway.

He started sobbing. When Brandon tried to offer him a reassuring gesture, the Winchester boy puts up a hand to keep his best friend away as he walks away to a corner and started sobbing harder.

‘Sammy…’

Dean whispers the name the minute his eyes found it, his Sammy’s 6-year old innocent face on the cover. It was on one of the shelves along with a bunch of other tapes with children on the cover. A teardrop just fell on the cover he was holding in his hand.

Jeremy stood alongside Dean.

“You want me to take this, man?” he offers.

“I got this.”

“I’m right here, okay? We’re right here.” Jeremy gives his friend a pat on the back as he walks away.

“Thanks.”

He heard Dean say.

“No problem, Dean.”

--

They drove a few miles then pulled over to the side of the road.

It was already getting dark. But nobody seems to point their attention on that fact. They can sleep in their vehicles and it would be okay.

Dean flicks a lighter on and tosses it into the box after pouring lighter fluid into it.

In seconds, they are all looking at the fire blazing. And then it goes about to engulfing the contents of the box. The middle brother’s eyes wander towards the passenger riding shotgun who had somehow fallen asleep with his head against the window.

The fire may burn up all evidences of what Kel and Darby did to Sam, but still Dean wishes that it could do more. If only the fire could somehow also do its magic on his Sammy’s memories if only to rid the kid of the nightmares.

But then he knows that is just wishful thinking.

It would have to do for now.

Should the nightmares come—let them. He’ll just have to try harder bringing the grace in the kid’s life. Cause he very well knows the kid is the grace in his.