Dean's 'unca Bee-bee'

Dean 'drives'


Dean gets a new toy. Dean 'drives' the Impala.

"Sammy, Me's up?" asked Dean sleepily after almost two hours of walking around the mall.

Sam stopped, and smiled down at his brother. "Yeah, sure you can kiddo. Bobby can you help him up on my shoulders?"

"Okay." Bobby picked up the little boy by the waist, and carefully placed him on Sam's shoulders. "Have ya got him?"

Sam grabbed Dean's legs to hold him steady, and turned his head to look up at him. "Are you okay?" he asked his brother, who answered with a giggle. "I'll take that as a yeah."

"Me's giant, Sammy," said Dean, looking around with huge eyes. "Me's more big dan Unca Bee-bee."

"Yeah ya are. Hold onto Sam's hair, so ya don't fall."

Dean gripped his brother's hair with both hands, causing him to yelp in pain. "Hold onto my hair, not pull it out. I'll end up with two bald patches at each side of my head."

The little boy burst into giggles. "Dat funny, Sammy."

"Hey, little giant. Do you want to go in that toy store, and see if they have anything you like?"

"Yes pees, Sammy," said Dean bouncing up and down on Sam's shoulders.

"Dean, stop that. You're going to fall."

"Sowwy Sammy. Me hurt hair?"

"No, you're not hurting me," Sam told him, before turning to look at Bobby. "Keep an eye on him when we go into a store, I don't want to hurt his head."

"If I say 'down', bend down a little, okay?"

Sam nodded, and walked into the toy store, being careful so he didn't hurt Dean.

"Me's wight big," came a voice from above Sam. "ME'S GIANT!"

Sam closed his eyes, face going red with embarrassment when people turned to look at them. "Dean keep it down."

Dean nodded, even though his brother couldn't see him. "We's dere?" he asked, pointing to the car models.

"Sure," answered Sam, walking over to the car display, and picking up a black car.

"Oooh. Me's have baby Impa?"

"Okay, you can have it. Then we can go home, okay?" asked Sam, walking to the checkout where he decided to tell his brother what Claire had written on the paper she had given him. "Claire gave me her number. Will you be okay if I call her, so we can go out? Do you like her?" Sam wouldn't call her if Dean wasn't comfortable with it, or didn't like her.

"Yeah. She say me's cute."

"Yeah, you are," Sam agreed with a smile on his face.

Dean giggled, and hit Sam on the head playfully.

"I'll give her a call tomorrow," he said when it was his turn to pay. He put the toy car down on the counter, and reached for his wallet. "Just this please."

"Hi there," said the woman at the till, smiling up at Dean.

"Hiya, me's giant," said Dean, making her laugh.

"Nice to meet you. My name's Amanda."

"Dat my's car," Dean told her, pointing at the item as she placed it in a bag.

"Is it? Sweet isn't he?" said Amanda, handing the bag to Sam.

"Everyone says that," Sam laughed, putting his wallet away after paying the ten dollars for the car. "Say 'bye bye', Dean."

"Bye bye, De-Dean," waved the little boy with a grin on his face.

Sam and Bobby smiled at each other. It was the first time the little boy had said his name properly.

"Bye giant."

"Let's go, little man," said Bobby, taking hold of Dean's little hand.

That evening, Sam had an idea he thought Dean might like. He drove the car around to the back yard, which was huge now it was empty, before climbing out and walking into the house where Dean was playing with Bobby and his dog.

"Hey Dean. Come here, I have a surprise for you."

Dean's eyes widened and he dropped the new car he was playing with. "Me? What Sammy? Unca Bee-bee come?"

"Sure little man," answered Bobby, standing up with Zeppelin in his arms.

Sam waited until Dean came running over, before he took hold of his hand, and led him to the back door. "Why Impa?"

"That's part of the surprise," Sam told him, leading his brother to the front seat.

Dean frowned in confusion and tried to pull away. "Me's back, Sammy."

"I know you do. But just this once, you can go in the front." Sam picked him up, and slid in behind the wheel with his brother.

"Ooooh," said Dean, running his hands over the steering wheel with a delighted expression on his little face.

Bobby stood on the steps watching, knowing what Sam had in mind.

Sam smiled down at Dean, and started the engine. He kept one hand on the wheel, and wrapped his left arm tight around his little brother to hold him steady. "Dean, stand on the seat in-between my legs. And keep your hands on the wheel, okay? But don't move them."

"'Kay Sammy," Dean said, and did what Sam told him. He gasped when the car moved slightly forward. "Me's dwive, Sammy."

Sam drove forward with his right hand, making sure to only go a couple of miles an hour. He looked down at the huge grin on Dean's little face, and couldn't help smiling, and kissing his cheek. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, Sammy. Me's dwive."

"I know. You're doing a good job, but you never go near any cars unless me or Bobby's with you, okay?" he asked, turning the wheel slightly.

"Oooh. Me's awound, Sammy." Dean giggled in excitement, never taking his eyes away from the front window. "Fank you, Sammy."

"You're welcome, kiddo. We'll go around once more, then go inside okay?"

Dean nodded, both hands clinging onto the wheel. "Woves you woads and woads, Sammy."

"I love you loads and loads too. You're my little Deanie." Sam turned the wheel again, causing Dean to giggle again.

"Dat funny, Sammy. Go awound."

"When we get near Bobby, that's when we stop okay?"

"'Kay Sammy," Dean agreed, asking Sam to turn the wheel again, which he did, making him squeal happily.

"Right we're right beside Bobby, are you ready to stop?"

"Yeah. You's awsum Sammy," said Dean when the car came to a stop.

"Yeah I know. You're awesome too," said Sam, surprised when Dean turned around, and threw his arms around his neck in a hug.

"Let's go see Bobby and Zeppelin." He opened the door, and climbed out of the car, still holding Dean in his arms.

"Unca Bee-bee, see dwive?" asked Dean, struggling to get down to see his dog.

"Yeah, ya did great, little man," said Bobby, kneeling down to ruffle Dean's now short hair.

"You's see, Zeppin?" Dean giggled again when the puppy jumped up and started licking his face, his tail wagging in excitement.

Sam looked at his watch, surprised to see it was almost 7 0'clock. "It's past dinner, kiddo. What do you want to eat?"

"Sghetti," answered Dean, picking up his dog as they walked up to the house. "Sammy, Forgetted Impa."

"It's okay. I'll put her away later. Come on."

Dean turned back around, and continued carrying Zeppelin towards the house. "Go awound, it funny in't it, Sammy? Den we see unca Bee-bee and Zeppin..."

They continued walking to the house, with Dean still rambling excitedly about driving.


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