The Kid, Part 7 -- Supernatural, PG
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: The Kid Part 7 ( All of The Kid can be found Here)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, John
Rating: PG
Genre: GEN (did you even know I could GEN?)
Word Count: 2372
Summary: Dean is 18, Sam is 14. John is 6. John's POV, John and Dean and Sam go to the circus.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. This is at least partially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
varkelton's fault. De-aging fic. This part probably needs a sugar warning. Schloompy. Very. No, I'm not kidding.
“My name is John Winchester.” He wrote it carefully, copying the big letters Sam had written for him for his last name. It was a long name, and it wasn’t easy to spell, even though he was six and a half. He’d spent days practicing.
Sam helped him. Sam was good at the big brother thing. He was super patient, even when John messed stuff up. Like when he mixed up his “b” and his “d”. He was happy he didn’t have either one of those in his name.
The summer was almost over and that meant school. He was going to be in the first grade. That meant he had to be able to spell his last name and know his address and phone number. Sam had helped him ‘member those too.
John didn’t have a big brother before he came to live with Sam and Dean. Not that Sam was his big brother. Not really. Dean was John’s Dad. And Sam was Dean’s brother. At first he hadn’t believed that. He’d never seen Dean or Sam before that morning when he woke up and he wasn’t in his own bed.
But Dean had the paper, and the paper was official. He wasn’t sure what it was all about, or why he never knew Dean before, but Dean was a good Dad. He taught John about cars and stuff. He worked a lot, but Joey Pingleton said that’s what Dad’s did. They worked and made money so that their kids could have cool things like roller blades and Star Wars stuff.
Somedays, John still missed his mother, but not the man that used to be his Dad. Sam said it was okay to miss her. He missed his Mom too, and she’d been gone a whole lot longer than John’s.
“How’s this?” John asked, holding up his paper so Sam could see.
Sam grinned at him. “That’s really good, Kiddo.”
John smiled. Sam called him that a lot. He called him Johnny too. Dean mostly called him Kid. John figured that was because Dean’s Dad was called John too, and Dean missed his Dad a lot. So John didn’t mind too much.
Sometimes, when Dean was tired, and John was in bed and supposed to be asleep, he could hear Dean talking to his father, like he was there. Maybe, if his father were gone to heaven like John’s Pawpaw did, he could hear him. His mom always said Pawpaw could hear him.
Some nights, like this one, Dean fell asleep on the couch and Sam made them dinner. When Sam cooked they had spaghettios and raviolios and toast pizzas. John liked when Sam cooked.
After dinner, John worked on his letters and Sam read his books so Dean could sleep. John looked up at Sam. “Can I ask you a question?”
Sam looked up from his book and yawned. “Sure.”
“So…If Dean is my Dad….” Sam always made that face when John called Dean that. “That makes you my uncle, right?”
Sam closed his book and nodded. “Yes, it would make me your uncle.”
“Delia has an uncle who takes her to see Disney on Ice.” John didn’t think Sam was big enough to do stuff like that yet.
“Does she?” Sam asked. “Does Delia’s uncle let her stay up past her bedtime and read her stories?”
John thought about it for a minute. “Prolly not. He lives in another state.”
Sam grinned at him at tapped his paper. “It’s late. Time to clean this up and head to bed.”
“Okay Sammy.” John put up his pencil and straightened his papers, leaving them at Dean’s spot so he’d see them in the morning. “Is Dean staying home tomorrow?”
Sam nodded as he picked up his book and lead the way to the living room. “Tomorrow’s Sunday. We’re going to the park.”
“Can I ride my bike?”
“Probably.”
John stopped and turned to where Dean was sleeping on the couch. He kissed Dean’s forehead and whispered. “Goodnight Dad,” in his ear.
Dean stirred, his eyes opened and his hand rose to ruffle John’s hair. “Night Kid.”
Later, Dean would stumble upstairs to bed and kiss his forehead, but John was usually asleep by the time he did. He followed Sam up the stairs and changed into his jammies before crawling into bed. Sam held up two books. John pointed to the Dr. Suess one before laying back and closing his eyes. Sam would only read if John’s eyes were closed. If he opened them, even a little, Sam would stop.
He knew it was a trick to make his body go to sleep, but as long as Sam read, John didn’t mind. He liked the sound of Sam’s voice.
John was awake before anyone else. He jumped out of bed, grabbed Mr. Turtle and went to Dean’s room, crawling up onto the bed to sit and wait. He only got one day to spend with his Dad. He wanted to have the whole thing, from the moment his eyes opened until they closed again at the end of the day.
It took a while, but John didn’t mind waiting. He sat and watched Dean breathe. John was a smart kid. He knew that night time was when Dad’s went away, and his nearly did once. He could remember the way Sam was scared, really scared and Dean was so pale and his breathing was weird and for a while it was like he wasn’t really Dean. So now, whenever John could, he paid attention to the breathing, so he’d know if something was wrong.
Nothing was wrong today though and after a while Dean’s eyes opened and he smiled sleepily at John. “Up so early?”
“Couldn’t wait to see you.” John said, jumping up to lay with him now that it wouldn’t wake him up. Dean pulled him, tight up against his body. John liked the feeling. Dean was strong, his body warm and comforting. He knew he was safe there. Safer than he’d ever be anywhere else.
“Sam says we’re going to the park today.”
Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “We could. But my boss, you remember Smitty?”
John frowned and nodded. Stuff that started like that usually ended with Dean going in to work on his day off.
“Well, he gave me tickets to the circus for this afternoon. I thought you, me and Sammy could go see the elephants and tigers.”
Circus? John brightened. “Really?”
Dean chuckled. “Really.”
John jumped up and around the bed, then raced out of the room to wake Sam. “Sam! Sam! We’re going to the circus!” Sam sat up and grumbled something before getting out of bed and shuffling down the hall behind John.
“I bet there’s gonna be clowns.” John jumped up on the bed as Sam groaned behind him.
“Clowns?” Dean was chuckling as Sam shook his head. “The circus, really Dean?”
Dean threw a pillow at Sam. “John wants to go, don’t you?”
What kind of silly question was that? John jumped up and down. “Clowns, Sammy! And tigers and lions!”
“And girls in skimpy costumes.” Dean added, grabbing John and tickling him until he squealed and kicked. “Come on. It’ll be fun.” Dean looked up at Sam, then down at John.
“You know I don’t like clowns.”
John squirmed away from Dean and sat up. “Why don’t you like clowns, Sam?”
“I just don’t.” Sam turned on his heel and left. John scampered after him.
“But clowns are funny and they make these animals out of balloons and—“
“Just stop.” Sam stopped in the kitchen doorway and John nearly ran into him. “They’re just…freaky okay?”
“Sam’s scared of clowns, Kid.” Dean said as he came up behind him.
Well, John could kind of understand that. They were weird. And the one that came to his birthday party the year he was five was kind of creepy. John went to where Sam stood pouring cereal into bowls for breakfast and put his hand in Sam’s. “It’s okay, Sammy. You can hold my hand when there’s clowns. I’ll hold your hand when there’s stuff that scares me too. Okay?”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Sam said through clenched teeth as they went through the doors, giving the man in the yellow jacket their tickets.
John thought maybe it was a good time to remind Sam of their deal and slipped his hand into Sam’s. Sam looked down at him and gave him a little smile. John reached out for Dean’s hand too and the three of them went in search of their seats.
He was excited. There were lots of people, kids and grown ups, even old people.
“Okay, looks like this is us.” Dean pointed at three seats in the middle of a row, only five rows up from the rings.
“Wow.” John stood on his chair, looking around them. There was a lot to see. There were already clowns on the floor, but mostly on the other side. He could see the trapeze set and a big cage. He’d never been to the circus before. The lights flickered and then a huge spotlight came on in the middle. John sat down between Sam and Dean, eyes wide.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome!” A very tall, thin man stood in the center ring, talking into a microphone. All around him, clowns were tumbling and running. John laughed as a lady clown in a big pink dress threw confetti all over another clown.
Beside him, Sam made a strange noise. John looked at him. His face was white and his hands were holding the arms of his seat. John pried his fingers loose and twined his fingers through Sam’s. “It’s okay Sammy. I got you.”
There were motorcycles in a big ball and elephants that danced. The lions were angry sounding and John almost ended up in Sam’s lap when one of them charged at the man with the whip. The ponies were boring, The acrobats were cool at first, but John found himself dozing off as they went on and on. He missed part of the trapeze act, but Dean woke him for the high wire.
There were two guys and a girl and they did tricks. The girl fell once, but the big giant net caught her. The net looked like fun. Like it was part catcher’s mitt, part trampoline. He wondered if they could get one. They could put it up in the back yard.
Dean bought him cotton candy from the guy who walked through the stands and a giant soda that the three of them shared.
The little dogs in tutus were stupid, but that was okay because they had a lady on a horse doing tricks at the same time, so John just watched her. Then there were more clowns, some with toys that they threw into the stands. John forgot about Sam being afraid while he tried to catch one of the toys. He got a water gun, with Dean’s help.
He climbed back into his seat and remembered. “Here Sam.” He gave Sam the water gun. “See, not all clowns are scary.” Sam smiled at him.
“Thanks, but you should keep it.”
“I’ll let you play with it whenever you want to, okay?”
Sam ruffled his hair and John settled in for the end of the show. By the time it was over, he had to pee really bad and he was really tired. Dean leaned over him. “You hold our hands and don’t let go, okay?”
John nodded and took Dean’s hand, then Sam’s. Everyone was leaving at once. It was scary how many people were there. They stood and Dean got them moving. Sam gave up holding his hand in the crush. Instead, Sam’s hands grabbed John’s shoulders, his body close behind him. John stumbled a little on the stairs, but Sam helped him up.
“Keep moving Johnny.” Sam said in his ear.
John nodded and concentrated on making his feet move up the stairs. Suddenly the weight of Sam’s hands were gone and John whirled, tugging on Dean’s hand. “Sam!” John yelled, but the sound was lost in the crowd.
Dean pulled on him and John pulled back. “Sam!” Dean’s hands grabbed him, lifted him and pulled him out of the crowd. “We lost Sam!” John said, tears stinging his eyes. He’d promised Sam he’d help him not be scared.
Dean turned, his eyes looking over the crowd. “He’s a big boy, Kid. He’ll find us. We’ll just stand where he can see us.”
He was a little afraid though too. John could see it in his eyes. “I gotta pee, Dad.” John said when he was afraid he couldn’t hold it.
Dean nodded. “Okay. We’ll go to the bathroom. Maybe that’s where Sam went.”
John kept looking for Sam, but he had to go, really, really bad. By the time they’re turn in line came, John was squirming against Dean, trying to keep from wetting his pants. Dean put him down to do his business and helped him zip his jeans up when he was done.
“We have to find Sam.” John said urgently.
The crowd wasn’t as thick as they came out of the bathroom and Sam was standing in the same spot they’d been waiting before going pee was more important.
John broke free of Dean and ran to Sam, wrapping his arms around him and holding on tight. “Sam. We lost you.” His voice was muffled by Sam’s stomach.
“I’m okay, buddy.” Sam said with a smile. “Just got shoved a little in the crowd.”
“I was scared the clowns got you.” John said, blinking back the tears.
Sam hugged him. It felt good.
“Okay you two, let’s get out of here.” Dean picked John back up and together they went to the car. It was dark out and John yawned as Dean buckled him into the back seat.
“Thank you for taking me to the circus, Dad.” John said sleepily. “I had fun.”
“I’m glad.” Dean kissed his forehead and shut his door. John was asleep before they’d pulled out of the parking spot.
Title: The Kid Part 7 ( All of The Kid can be found Here)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, John
Rating: PG
Genre: GEN (did you even know I could GEN?)
Word Count: 2372
Summary: Dean is 18, Sam is 14. John is 6. John's POV, John and Dean and Sam go to the circus.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. This is at least partially
varkelton's fault. De-aging fic. This part probably needs a sugar warning. Schloompy. Very. No, I'm not kidding.“My name is John Winchester.” He wrote it carefully, copying the big letters Sam had written for him for his last name. It was a long name, and it wasn’t easy to spell, even though he was six and a half. He’d spent days practicing.
Sam helped him. Sam was good at the big brother thing. He was super patient, even when John messed stuff up. Like when he mixed up his “b” and his “d”. He was happy he didn’t have either one of those in his name.
The summer was almost over and that meant school. He was going to be in the first grade. That meant he had to be able to spell his last name and know his address and phone number. Sam had helped him ‘member those too.
John didn’t have a big brother before he came to live with Sam and Dean. Not that Sam was his big brother. Not really. Dean was John’s Dad. And Sam was Dean’s brother. At first he hadn’t believed that. He’d never seen Dean or Sam before that morning when he woke up and he wasn’t in his own bed.
But Dean had the paper, and the paper was official. He wasn’t sure what it was all about, or why he never knew Dean before, but Dean was a good Dad. He taught John about cars and stuff. He worked a lot, but Joey Pingleton said that’s what Dad’s did. They worked and made money so that their kids could have cool things like roller blades and Star Wars stuff.
Somedays, John still missed his mother, but not the man that used to be his Dad. Sam said it was okay to miss her. He missed his Mom too, and she’d been gone a whole lot longer than John’s.
“How’s this?” John asked, holding up his paper so Sam could see.
Sam grinned at him. “That’s really good, Kiddo.”
John smiled. Sam called him that a lot. He called him Johnny too. Dean mostly called him Kid. John figured that was because Dean’s Dad was called John too, and Dean missed his Dad a lot. So John didn’t mind too much.
Sometimes, when Dean was tired, and John was in bed and supposed to be asleep, he could hear Dean talking to his father, like he was there. Maybe, if his father were gone to heaven like John’s Pawpaw did, he could hear him. His mom always said Pawpaw could hear him.
Some nights, like this one, Dean fell asleep on the couch and Sam made them dinner. When Sam cooked they had spaghettios and raviolios and toast pizzas. John liked when Sam cooked.
After dinner, John worked on his letters and Sam read his books so Dean could sleep. John looked up at Sam. “Can I ask you a question?”
Sam looked up from his book and yawned. “Sure.”
“So…If Dean is my Dad….” Sam always made that face when John called Dean that. “That makes you my uncle, right?”
Sam closed his book and nodded. “Yes, it would make me your uncle.”
“Delia has an uncle who takes her to see Disney on Ice.” John didn’t think Sam was big enough to do stuff like that yet.
“Does she?” Sam asked. “Does Delia’s uncle let her stay up past her bedtime and read her stories?”
John thought about it for a minute. “Prolly not. He lives in another state.”
Sam grinned at him at tapped his paper. “It’s late. Time to clean this up and head to bed.”
“Okay Sammy.” John put up his pencil and straightened his papers, leaving them at Dean’s spot so he’d see them in the morning. “Is Dean staying home tomorrow?”
Sam nodded as he picked up his book and lead the way to the living room. “Tomorrow’s Sunday. We’re going to the park.”
“Can I ride my bike?”
“Probably.”
John stopped and turned to where Dean was sleeping on the couch. He kissed Dean’s forehead and whispered. “Goodnight Dad,” in his ear.
Dean stirred, his eyes opened and his hand rose to ruffle John’s hair. “Night Kid.”
Later, Dean would stumble upstairs to bed and kiss his forehead, but John was usually asleep by the time he did. He followed Sam up the stairs and changed into his jammies before crawling into bed. Sam held up two books. John pointed to the Dr. Suess one before laying back and closing his eyes. Sam would only read if John’s eyes were closed. If he opened them, even a little, Sam would stop.
He knew it was a trick to make his body go to sleep, but as long as Sam read, John didn’t mind. He liked the sound of Sam’s voice.
John was awake before anyone else. He jumped out of bed, grabbed Mr. Turtle and went to Dean’s room, crawling up onto the bed to sit and wait. He only got one day to spend with his Dad. He wanted to have the whole thing, from the moment his eyes opened until they closed again at the end of the day.
It took a while, but John didn’t mind waiting. He sat and watched Dean breathe. John was a smart kid. He knew that night time was when Dad’s went away, and his nearly did once. He could remember the way Sam was scared, really scared and Dean was so pale and his breathing was weird and for a while it was like he wasn’t really Dean. So now, whenever John could, he paid attention to the breathing, so he’d know if something was wrong.
Nothing was wrong today though and after a while Dean’s eyes opened and he smiled sleepily at John. “Up so early?”
“Couldn’t wait to see you.” John said, jumping up to lay with him now that it wouldn’t wake him up. Dean pulled him, tight up against his body. John liked the feeling. Dean was strong, his body warm and comforting. He knew he was safe there. Safer than he’d ever be anywhere else.
“Sam says we’re going to the park today.”
Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “We could. But my boss, you remember Smitty?”
John frowned and nodded. Stuff that started like that usually ended with Dean going in to work on his day off.
“Well, he gave me tickets to the circus for this afternoon. I thought you, me and Sammy could go see the elephants and tigers.”
Circus? John brightened. “Really?”
Dean chuckled. “Really.”
John jumped up and around the bed, then raced out of the room to wake Sam. “Sam! Sam! We’re going to the circus!” Sam sat up and grumbled something before getting out of bed and shuffling down the hall behind John.
“I bet there’s gonna be clowns.” John jumped up on the bed as Sam groaned behind him.
“Clowns?” Dean was chuckling as Sam shook his head. “The circus, really Dean?”
Dean threw a pillow at Sam. “John wants to go, don’t you?”
What kind of silly question was that? John jumped up and down. “Clowns, Sammy! And tigers and lions!”
“And girls in skimpy costumes.” Dean added, grabbing John and tickling him until he squealed and kicked. “Come on. It’ll be fun.” Dean looked up at Sam, then down at John.
“You know I don’t like clowns.”
John squirmed away from Dean and sat up. “Why don’t you like clowns, Sam?”
“I just don’t.” Sam turned on his heel and left. John scampered after him.
“But clowns are funny and they make these animals out of balloons and—“
“Just stop.” Sam stopped in the kitchen doorway and John nearly ran into him. “They’re just…freaky okay?”
“Sam’s scared of clowns, Kid.” Dean said as he came up behind him.
Well, John could kind of understand that. They were weird. And the one that came to his birthday party the year he was five was kind of creepy. John went to where Sam stood pouring cereal into bowls for breakfast and put his hand in Sam’s. “It’s okay, Sammy. You can hold my hand when there’s clowns. I’ll hold your hand when there’s stuff that scares me too. Okay?”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Sam said through clenched teeth as they went through the doors, giving the man in the yellow jacket their tickets.
John thought maybe it was a good time to remind Sam of their deal and slipped his hand into Sam’s. Sam looked down at him and gave him a little smile. John reached out for Dean’s hand too and the three of them went in search of their seats.
He was excited. There were lots of people, kids and grown ups, even old people.
“Okay, looks like this is us.” Dean pointed at three seats in the middle of a row, only five rows up from the rings.
“Wow.” John stood on his chair, looking around them. There was a lot to see. There were already clowns on the floor, but mostly on the other side. He could see the trapeze set and a big cage. He’d never been to the circus before. The lights flickered and then a huge spotlight came on in the middle. John sat down between Sam and Dean, eyes wide.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome!” A very tall, thin man stood in the center ring, talking into a microphone. All around him, clowns were tumbling and running. John laughed as a lady clown in a big pink dress threw confetti all over another clown.
Beside him, Sam made a strange noise. John looked at him. His face was white and his hands were holding the arms of his seat. John pried his fingers loose and twined his fingers through Sam’s. “It’s okay Sammy. I got you.”
There were motorcycles in a big ball and elephants that danced. The lions were angry sounding and John almost ended up in Sam’s lap when one of them charged at the man with the whip. The ponies were boring, The acrobats were cool at first, but John found himself dozing off as they went on and on. He missed part of the trapeze act, but Dean woke him for the high wire.
There were two guys and a girl and they did tricks. The girl fell once, but the big giant net caught her. The net looked like fun. Like it was part catcher’s mitt, part trampoline. He wondered if they could get one. They could put it up in the back yard.
Dean bought him cotton candy from the guy who walked through the stands and a giant soda that the three of them shared.
The little dogs in tutus were stupid, but that was okay because they had a lady on a horse doing tricks at the same time, so John just watched her. Then there were more clowns, some with toys that they threw into the stands. John forgot about Sam being afraid while he tried to catch one of the toys. He got a water gun, with Dean’s help.
He climbed back into his seat and remembered. “Here Sam.” He gave Sam the water gun. “See, not all clowns are scary.” Sam smiled at him.
“Thanks, but you should keep it.”
“I’ll let you play with it whenever you want to, okay?”
Sam ruffled his hair and John settled in for the end of the show. By the time it was over, he had to pee really bad and he was really tired. Dean leaned over him. “You hold our hands and don’t let go, okay?”
John nodded and took Dean’s hand, then Sam’s. Everyone was leaving at once. It was scary how many people were there. They stood and Dean got them moving. Sam gave up holding his hand in the crush. Instead, Sam’s hands grabbed John’s shoulders, his body close behind him. John stumbled a little on the stairs, but Sam helped him up.
“Keep moving Johnny.” Sam said in his ear.
John nodded and concentrated on making his feet move up the stairs. Suddenly the weight of Sam’s hands were gone and John whirled, tugging on Dean’s hand. “Sam!” John yelled, but the sound was lost in the crowd.
Dean pulled on him and John pulled back. “Sam!” Dean’s hands grabbed him, lifted him and pulled him out of the crowd. “We lost Sam!” John said, tears stinging his eyes. He’d promised Sam he’d help him not be scared.
Dean turned, his eyes looking over the crowd. “He’s a big boy, Kid. He’ll find us. We’ll just stand where he can see us.”
He was a little afraid though too. John could see it in his eyes. “I gotta pee, Dad.” John said when he was afraid he couldn’t hold it.
Dean nodded. “Okay. We’ll go to the bathroom. Maybe that’s where Sam went.”
John kept looking for Sam, but he had to go, really, really bad. By the time they’re turn in line came, John was squirming against Dean, trying to keep from wetting his pants. Dean put him down to do his business and helped him zip his jeans up when he was done.
“We have to find Sam.” John said urgently.
The crowd wasn’t as thick as they came out of the bathroom and Sam was standing in the same spot they’d been waiting before going pee was more important.
John broke free of Dean and ran to Sam, wrapping his arms around him and holding on tight. “Sam. We lost you.” His voice was muffled by Sam’s stomach.
“I’m okay, buddy.” Sam said with a smile. “Just got shoved a little in the crowd.”
“I was scared the clowns got you.” John said, blinking back the tears.
Sam hugged him. It felt good.
“Okay you two, let’s get out of here.” Dean picked John back up and together they went to the car. It was dark out and John yawned as Dean buckled him into the back seat.
“Thank you for taking me to the circus, Dad.” John said sleepily. “I had fun.”
“I’m glad.” Dean kissed his forehead and shut his door. John was asleep before they’d pulled out of the parking spot.
