The Kid, Part 13, Supernatural, PG

[phantisma]

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: The Kid Part 13 ( All of The Kid can be found Here)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, John, Missouri
Rating: PG
Genre: GEN (did you even know I could GEN?)
Word Count: 2826
Summary: Dean is 18, Sam is 14. John is 8. John has a birthday, with cake and presents. Dean learns from Sarah that Sam may be interested in dating...and tries to have "the talk" with Sam.

A/Ns & Warnings: Um. This is at least partially varkelton's fault. De-aging fic.


Pretty art provided by fallen_for_lost






Dean watched from across the room as John opened up his presents, laughing excitedly and holding up each thing to show his friends. It had been quiet since Thanksgiving. No ghosts, no demons. Even Sam seemed to have settled in and wasn't giving him quite as much attitude.

John seemed to have adjusted, throwing himself happily into school and judging by what Sarah said at the center too. He had no problems going back to swimming after that first week. His grades were good and he seemed happy.

"Hey." Sam dropped onto the chair next to his and handed him a can of soda. "Cake's ready."

"Thanks." Dean glanced aside at Sam. "You know, I remember your eighth birthday. We were in that place with the haunted playground, remember?"

"I remember you telling me it was haunted." Sam said with a snort. "And Dad got back so late from the real hunt he almost missed the fun."

Dean laughed. "You had salt everywhere." Their father had laughed so hard at the sight of Sam mixing rock salt into the playground's sand base, but he'd been impressed by the ingenuity and treated Sam to ice cream.

John looked up, his eyes checking in with Sam and then Dean. He was always careful to know where they were. Missouri appeared in the door to the kitchen where she and Pastor Jim had been setting up the refreshments. "Who wants cake?"

As one, the five boys jumped to their feet and stampeded toward her, laughing and shoving into the kitchen. Dean got up to follow with Sam bringing up the rear. Sam started the singing as Dean lit the candles on the cake and John was practically vibrating as he blew them out.

By the time they all had cake and ice cream, Dean had frosting on his face and hands and he backed away to go wash up, running into Sarah in the living room. She laughed and held up a present. "Your door was open. I knocked, but…"

"We were singing." Dean reached for the present, but stopped, holding up his blue hands.

She raised an eyebrow. "You're a mess."

"But I'm cute." Dean said with a grin.

She put the present on the back of the couch and took his nearer hand, raising it to her lips and licking the icing off with a grin. "Mmmm…sweet too."

Dean pointed to the smear of icing on his chin. She giggled and leaned in to kiss it away. Behind him Sam groaned. "Get a room."

"Jealous?" Dean asked as Sam brushed past him.

"Hardly."

"Elizabeth says Sam has his own little thing going on." Sarah said with a grin, stopping Sam at the bottom of the stairs.

"She what?" His voice squeaked and Dean raised an eyebrow. It was a sure sign he was hiding something.

"Is that why you're spending so much time in the bathroom these days?"

"Oh my god, Dean!" Sam's face burned red before he stormed up the stairs, his bedroom door slamming.

"You shouldn't tease him that way." Sarah said, wiping more frosting from his face. "It's tough at his age."

"What? Girls?" Dean made a face and shook his head. "He's a Winchester."

She rolled her eyes at him. "What's that? Immunity against puberty?"

"Sam is not having girl trouble." Dean said, flopping on to the couch.

She sat next to him, her hand caressing over his knee. "Maybe it isn't girls that are the problem."

Dean frowned at her. "Isn't that what we were talking about?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "We're talking about Sam and puberty and having someone he's interested in."

Dean nodded. "Right."

She kissed him lightly, holding his face in both hands. "Maybe the someone Sam is interested in isn't a girl." Sarah said slowly.

Dean's eyes widen as her implication dawned on him. There was that swimmer guy that Sam had been spending time with. "Wait. Sam isn't…"

"You can't say that. I'll bet he isn't even sure."

Dean turned to look over his shoulder at Sam's door. Sarah's hand on his face drew him back. "Stop worrying. He'll be fine."

"I have to worry. He's my brother." Dean replied, though he responded to her kiss.

"And that's why I love you so much."



"Thank you Dad. I had fun today."

Dean sat beside John on the bed, smoothing the blanket up over him. "Good. You made enough of a mess."

John laughed, hugging Mr. Turtle to him. "Jeff said you're a cool dad."

"Well, I am."

"Yes you are." John agreed around a yawn.

"Did you open the present Sarah brought you?"

"It was cars, a whole bunch of them." John squinted up at him. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"I guess she is." Dean responded. They didn't have anything official, but there had been a handful of dates and there had been kissing. They hadn't gone any further than that, Dean didn't have room in his life for more.

"Is she going to be my Mom some day?"

John was direct, if nothing else. Always asked the questions. Dean exhaled slowly. "We haven't talked about anything like that, Squirt. She's a very nice lady and I like spending time with her."

John fiddled with Mr. Turtle's nose, then sat up, taking Dean's hand. "I like her. You smile when she's around. I like when you smile."

He was very serious about this Dean could see. "I like when she's around too John."

"Then she should come over more. You should cook her dinner. With candles."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Candles, huh?"

John nodded. "Jeff's dad made dinner for his girlfriend. He said there were candles. She liked the dinner so much she spent the night so she could have breakfast too."

Dean snorted. "Okay, buddy. I think that's enough talking about my love life. You need to get some sleep. School tomorrow."

John laid back down and let Dean tuck him in. Dean kissed his forehead. "Night, Dad."

Dean turned off his light and closed the door, heading down the hallway and pausing outside Sam's door. The light was still on. Dean could hear Sam's voice, all low and rumbly. He knocked lightly and opened the door. "Sam?"

Sam was on the bed, surrounded by books, the phone cradled to his ear. "I gotta go, Matt. I'll catch up with you tomorrow to return the notes." Sam dropped the phone and looked up. "What's up?"

Now that he was in the room, Dean wasn't really sure. "That the swimmer guy?"

"Matt. He's helping me get ready for the next debate."

Dean nodded and came to sit on the end of the bed. "That's good."

Sam frowned at him, sifting through books and piling them. "Did you need something?"

"About earlier…" His voice trailed off and he couldn't look at Sam. "I mean…I tease, because I'm your brother and that's what brothers do. But…you know…if you have…questions…"

Sam groaned and covered his face. "Tell me this isn't you trying to have the birds and bees talk with me Dean."

Dean pulled back, shaking his head. "No. Not that. I know you know that stuff. I mean…" This was not going well. "I'm not the best with relationship shit. I mean, my 8 year old father is giving me advice on how to get Sarah to spend the night."

"He what?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "Nothing. Just…he thinks I should cook her dinner. But that isn't what I'm talking about."

Sam got up, transferring a stack of books to his desk. "What are you talking about?"

"You know…if there's someone you want to have over for dinner…that would be…nice."

"Nice?" Sam turned to look at him. "Let me get this straight, you came in here to tell me I can have a friend over for dinner?"

Dean huffed and stood. "I'm just saying, it's okay. You're fourteen and I was, you know, fourteen when I…and I think it's too early, but if you…" He gestured uselessly with his hands.

"Stop." Sam held up both hands. "Just stop. I'm not having this conversation with you."

Sam's face was bright red. "I'm not seeing anyone. Okay? I'm not interested in anyone. I'm certainly not having sex with anyone. Are we done?"

Dean wiped his face and nodded. "Yeah, okay. We're done." He headed for the door. "Just, I want you to know you can tell me. If you want to."

"There's nothing to tell." Sam grabbed more books from the bed to transfer to the desk. "Good night, Dean."

"That sucked." Dean muttered as he closed his own bedroom door. Ever since Sarah had left he'd been stuck thinking about Sam with that boy. It was weird. It changed everything if it was true. Not that it was a problem. Just not what he was expecting.

Obviously Dean wasn't ready to be a father to a teenage boy.



"Winchester!"

Dean pulled his head out from under the hood of the muscle car he was working on and looked up. Smitty stood in the door of the office holding the phone out. He dropped the wrench in his hand and grabbed a shop towel to wipe his hands.

"It's the school."

Dean frowned and took the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Winchester?"

"Yes."

"This is Mary Polk at the high school."

Sam. "Is Sam okay?"

There was just enough hesitation in her voice for Dean's heart to panic. "There was an…incident."

"Is Sam okay?" Dean repeated, a hard edge on his voice.

"He is on his way to the emergency room, but he should be fine."

"What happened?"

"Sir, I need you to stay calm."

"I am calm. Tell me what happened."

"There was an altercation. Sam was involved. I'm not sure what injuries--"

"What hospital?" Dean cut her off.

"St. Vincent's."

He hung up the phone and looked at Smitty. "Go. I'll get someone to finish the job."

Dean headed out at a run, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He didn't bother to take the time to peel off his coveralls, just threw himself into the car and tearing out of the garage parking lot.

Schools didn't send students to the emergency room unless it was serious. They always called parents first. There was an ambulance pulled up the ER doors when he got there. He ran past and up to the desk. "My brother was brought in from the high school. Winchester. Sam Winchester."

"Dean!" He heard Sam's voice and took off at a run, with the nurse calling after him telling him to wait.

The exam room was full of people in scrubs and Sam was on the table. Blood was everywhere. "Sam!" He only got two steps into the room and someone was pushing him out.

"Get him out of here!"

Dean pushed back on the hand that was pushing on his chest. "That's my brother."

"Sir, if you don't let us do our job--"

"What?" He strained to look around the man, to see Sam. His face was pale and Dean couldn't see where the blood was coming from. "What happened?"

"Sir, please. Give us a few minutes to get things under control. A doctor will come out and talk to you."

The door closed leaving Dean standing in the hallway.

"Mr. Winchester?"

He turned to find a young man with blood on his clothes and a dark bruise purpling his face. "Yeah. Who are you?"

"Matt. Um, Matt Flick. I'm a friend of Sam's."

"Do you know what happened?"

The kid looked spooked. He pushed at messy brown hair with bloody hands. "I--I'm not really sure. We were in the library and we um…were looking for this book." His eyes were glazed and he wavered a little on his feet.

"Okay, come on. Let's sit down." Dean pulled him to the row of plastic chairs.

"Sam was by the shelf and Mr. Dimas came looking for us, only he was acting strange. Then he picked Sam up. Just grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet. How?" The kid blinked and looked up at him. "How did he do that?"

Dean had a pretty good idea.

"I tried to stop him." Matt's hand touched the bruise and he winced. "I've never felt anything like that."

"Mr. Winchester."

Dean stood as a doctor in blue scrubs came out of the room. "Yeah. I'm Dean Winchester."

"Your brother is stable, but we're going to keep him at least over night."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was cut. We're not sure what with, but he's got three long slices in the stomach. He's lost a lot of blood, but he should make a full recovery."

"Can I see him?"

"In just a few minutes. We're finishing up the stitches and then you'll have a few minutes before we take him to x-ray."

"X-ray?" Dean rubbed his neck. "What for?"

"The wounds in his stomach were the most serious, but he also appears to have broken his wrist."

"Okay." A broken wrist would heal.

Beside him Matt stood, turning toward the main doors. "Ms. May."

Dean recognized that name. She was the principle at the high school. He turned from the doctor to face her. "Mr. Winchester, I'm Ms. Veronica May."

Dean nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't get here before you. I…there was a lot to deal with at the school."

"Where's this teacher who tried to kill my brother?"

"We're not sure what happened--"

"Matt here says Mr. Dimas attacked them. Where is he?"

She pressed her lips together. "Mr. Dimas is dead."

Dean backed off, trying to make it come together in his head. Obviously the man had been possessed. "How?"

"We don't know." She was ringing her hands. "The story isn't very clear. It doesn't make much sense."

"Matt, what happened after Dimas hit you?" Dean said, turning back to the kid.

He blinked a little, then nodded. "Sam told me to go get help. Then he said something in Latin and Mr. Dimas got really angry. He was yelling something about Sam and his father and his eyes were all red. Like totally red. Sam kicked him and then Mr. Dimas threw him down. I tried to help him up, but Mr. Dimas just looked at me and I went flying into the table."

He swallowed and held his arms around his stomach. "That's when his hands…they had claws or something. He slashed at Sam's stomach. Sam threw something at him and his face started smoking…People started coming and Mr. Dimas ran away. I tried to help Sam. I--I know first aid…but I've never seen so much blood…"

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Matt. You did really well. Sam's lucky to have a friend like you." He turned to the principle.

"Witnesses say Mr. Dimas ran back to his classroom. That's where we found him. Dead."

Dean nodded and paced. He'd probably been dead since the demon had gotten in. Two policemen were approaching. They were going to want to talk to Sam. The door to the room opened and a nurse beckoned him. "You can sit with him until we're ready to take him up to x-ray. We've given him something for the pain, so he might be a little woozy."

Dean put the police and the principal out of his mind and went into the room, grabbing a stool and pulling it close to the bed. "Hey." Sam's eyes fluttered open. "You look like shit."

"Jerk." Sam winced a little, his uninjured hand going to his stomach. "Hurts."

"Matt told me what happened."

Sam's eyes went wide. "Mr. Dimas."

Dean nodded. "Demon?"

"Yeah. He…wanted to know where Dad was. Said something about an amulet and it belonged to him."

Dean let his eyes sweep over his brother. There were bruises on his neck and face. His right wrist was splinted. "Matt said he had red eyes, not black."

"Dean, this thing was…" Sam shivered. "I don't know. I was terrified."

"I know. But you did good, Sammy."

There were tears in his eyes. "I couldn't protect him."

"Who, Matt?"

Sam nodded.

"He's fine Sam. He's out there in the hallway worried about you."

"They're never going to leave us alone, are they?"

Dean closed his eyes. He had wanted to give Sam a normal life. Free of ghosts and demons and hunts. But he was pretty sure Sam was right.

When he opened his eyes, Sam's face had gone hard and determined. "When I get out of here, we go back to training. I want to be ready when the next bastard comes after us."

"Sam…we don't…" He stopped when Sam grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"I don't want to feel that helpless again."

Dean nodded slowly. "Yeah Sam. Okay. We'll train. But for now, you just concentrate on getting better, okay? John is going to freak."