Dean meets Alexia
Dean meets Alexia, Sam goes on a date.
Sam's date with Claire was in a couple of hours, and he was nervous about it. He already knew what he was wearing, so that was one less thing to worry about. He hoped Dean and Alexia got along well.
"Sammy sad?" asked Dean, climbing up on the couch beside him.
Sam raised his head, and looked at Dean with a smile. "Hey kiddo."
"No sad. Me's hug," said Dean, climbing up onto Sam's knee to give him a hug. "You's 'kay now. Me maked better, no sad."
"I'm not sad. I'm just a little nervous, that's all," Sam reassured the little boy.
"What n-ner... What dat mean?"
"I'm a little worried about my date tonight with Claire."
Sam laughed, and ruffled his hair. "No, silly. You can't go on a date yet. You can when you're older. I bet you'll have all the girls after you."
"Dat mean dey hurt me?" asked Dean, looking worried.
"No, they won't hurt you," Sam told him, stroking his thumb down the freckled cheek. 'Nobody will hurt you as long as I'm around,' he thought but didn't say. "It means all the girls will want to go out with you."
Dean's eyes lit up. "Fonzie?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But I bet you'll have more than Fonzie," Sam told his brother fondly, making Dean giggle.
Sam felt a little better about his date now. His brother always managed to cheer him up.
"How do I look?" Sam asked, standing in-front of Dean and Bobby, wearing his best black trousers with blue shirt and a tie
"You's pwetty, Sammy," said Dean, coming over to his brother.
That made Sam laugh. "Thanks Dean."
The doorbell rang, making Sam nervous again. "I-I'll get it," he said, before walking to the door.
"ME'S COME!" yelled Dean, running to catch up. By the time he got to the door, Sam was opening the door to reveal Claire wearing a red dress, and a little girl beside her.
"Wow," Sam whispered, making Claire raise her eyebrows. "Er, you look... wow. I-I mean great. Come in."
Claire laughed, stepping into the hallway with her daughter. "You don't look too bad yourself. This is Alexia."
Dean pushed past Sam, and smiled at her. "Hiya, me's Dean."
"I'm Lexia," the little girl said shyly.
"Since when have you been shy?" Claire teased her daughter.
Sam laughed. "Come on. I'll introduce you to Bobby."
"Come see." Dean took hold of Alexia's hand, and led her into the living room.
"Aw, aren't they sweet? Alexia's been talking non-stop about Dean all night. And that was before she met him."
"Dean has that effect on people," Sam told her proudly, leading her into the living room. "Hey Bobby, this is Claire."
"Hey there. I'm sure ya know by now, I'm Bobby the boy's uncle."
Claire shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Bobby. Have you met Alexia?"
"Yeah. Dean just introduced me to her," Bobby told her, looking over at the two little ones where Dean was introducing Alexia to Zeppelin.
"Zeppin, Dis 'Exia... say hiya."
"Dogs can't talk, Dean," Sam told him, kneeling beside him.
"Why?" Dean wondered, raising his eyebrows.
"Because they can't. Are you going to say bye? Me and Claire have to go now."
"Of course I'm going to come back. I live here, you think I'd ever leave you?" Sam asked around the sudden lump in his throat.
"Miss you, Sammy," Dean whispered, throwing his arms around Sam, and snuggling up to his chest as long as he could.
Sam's eyes filled with tears, as he hugged him back. "I'm going to miss you too. I'll be back soon, I promise." He pulled back, and kissed the little boys cheek. "Be good, okay?"
"'Kay, Sammy. Bye bye, Caire," said Dean, going over to give her a hug too.
"Bye sweetie." After giving him a hug, Claire hugged her daughter next. "Bye Lexie. Look after Dean, okay? He's younger than you, so be nice."
The two grown-ups stood, and headed towards the door, waving before walking out. "See you soon."
"BYE BYE SAMMY! BYE BYE CAIRE!" shouted Dean from the living room, making them both smile.
"He'll be okay, Sam," whispered Claire when they got to the Impala.
"Yeah, I know." Sam smiled, looking back at the house.
The movie was okay, even though Sam and Claire spent most of the time talking and getting to know each other better.
Sam knew Claire lived on her own with Alexia, just a couple of miles from Bobby's. Sam started to like Claire even more as he got to know her, and he hoped that Claire felt the same.
But no matter how much fun he was having, Sam still worried about his little brother.
Dean and Alexia were having fun themselves. Even Bobby was enjoying himself.
The children spent most of their time drawing pictures, and playing with Zeppelin. Little Alexia seemed to have a crush on Dean, not that Bobby could blame her. The older man didn't have to tell them to behave once, they were both on their best behaviour. After awhile, Alexia was getting tired, so Bobby made a bed for her in his chair.
Dean was still wide awake, so Bobby sat him on his knee, so the little boy could watch TV with him on the couch.
After the movie, Sam took Claire to get a pizza. "What do you want?" Sam asked, pulling out a chair, so his date could sit down.
"I don't really have a preference. I'll have whatever you have."
"How about cheese? That's mine and Dean's favourite."
"That would be great. I love cheese pizza."
Sam ordered a cheese pizza for them to share, before leaning forward to talk to Claire. "So, what kind of movie do you usually like? You didn't seem to like the one we just watched."
"I did like it, but I actually prefer horror movies to romance."
"They're my favourite kind too. I watched a lot of them growing up."
"Cool, that's another thing we have in common. You have a bit of cheese on your chin," said Claire, reaching across the table to help. She blushed and looked down when Sam's fingers touched hers. "Er... I guess we'd better go when we've finished this. It's Alexia's bedtime soon."
Sam nodded in agreement. He had already called Bobby four times since they left, even though he knew Dean was okay. Bobby was the only person he trusted with his little brother, he just wanted to see his brother for himself.
"What dis?" Dean asked after five minutes of watching men fighting in a square shaped thing.
"It's wrestling, little man. Do ya like it?"
Dean nodded, not looking away from the screen. His eyes widened when a bell rang and the lights went out. "Who dat?" he asked, pointing at the man in black walking slowly to the ring.
"That's the Undertaker. He's my favourite one," Bobby told him, at the same time thinking it was weird since the character of the Undertaker had supernatural-like powers. "Ya don't think he's scary, do ya?"
Dean shook his head, his eyes still wide. "He cool," he decided, watching the Undertaker raise his arms, at the same time the lights came back on. "Wook, he eyes." Dean seemed to be fascinated when the man in black rolled his eyes back into his head, showing all white. "Wow. You do dat?"
"No. I can't do that, little man."
"Why? Undaker do," said Dean, not looking away from the TV.
"He... he's different to other people," Bobby told him, deciding that was probably the best way to describe him.
Dean thought it was awesome when the Undertaker did 'old school'. "Wow. Unca Bee-bee, he wopes," he whispered, pointing at the screen where the Undertaker was walking across the top rope, before jumping off and hitting his opponent on the top of his arm.
"YAY! My Undaker winning. How do dat?" he asked in awe when the Undertaker lifted his opponent above his head and gave him the last ride to win the match. "Wow. You's do dat?"
"No, little man. He's a wrestler, he trains to do things like that."
"Why?" he asked again. "Wook. He tongue." On the screen, the Undertaker was kneeling in the middle of the ring with his eyes rolled back, and his tongue sticking out, in his trademark pose. "Why do dat?"
"Oh my god. It's like living with the riddler," Bobby said to himself.
"No-oo, me's Batman."
Bobby smiled fondly at the little boy. "Who am I then?"
"Afed butter," answered Dean with a smile.
That made Bobby chuckle. "What about Sam?"
Dean grinned mischievously, his little nose scrunched up adorably. "He Wobin."
Bobby put his arm around Dean, both of them laughing helplessly on the couch. He closed his eyes, which was a mistake, he could just imagine Sam dressed like Robin, and that made him laugh harder.
Zeppelin whined and tilted his head questioningly at the two of them having a laughing fit. He barked and nudged Dean's hand, but the little boy continued giggling uncontrollably.
Sam and Claire walked in to see Dean and Bobby holding onto each other, laughing their heads off. "What's wrong now? I swear, if this is about my hair from yesterday again..."
That was apparently the wrong thing to say as his brother and uncle began to scream with laughter. Bobby held tighter onto Dean when he almost fell off the couch.
Claire covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.
"God, it's like living with two three year olds. Hello." Sam waved at the two of them. "Are you going to tell me what's so funny?"
Dean and Bobby finally managed to calm themselves down. "Hiya Wobin," said Dean in his deepest voice, making Bobby laugh again.
"Who the hell is Robin?"
"Me's Batman, you Wobin," explained the little boy, whose face was red, tears in his eyes from laughing so much.
Even Claire started giggling behind Sam. At first Sam didn't find it funny, but after several seconds of seeing his brother laugh, he couldn't help joining in, even if it was at his expense.
"You're going to wake Alexia up," whispered Sam after a few minutes.
"No, it's okay. You could put a foghorn in here and she'd sleep through it," said Claire, picking up her sleeping daughter.
"I had a great time, Sam," said Claire at the door.
"Me too. Are you sure you don't want me to give you a lift?"
"No thanks. You can stay with Dean, I can drive myself. Maybe we could do it again sometime."
"I'd love to. I'll give you a call."
"Bye bye Caire," said the little boy, waving up at her.
"Bye Batman," Claire replied, making Dean giggle.
"NA NA BATMAN!" sang Dean with his hands on his hips.
Sam and Claire laughed. "Aw, he's adorable."
"Yeah he is," agreed Sam, looking down at his little brother, whose face went bright red. "Aw, he's blushing."
"No not," mumbled Dean, hiding his little red face behind his hands.
Zeppelin started yapping and jumped up at Dean, thinking his best friend was hurt.
Dean knelt down, and gave his dog a hug. "Woves you Zeppin," he whispered as Zeppelin started nudging and sniffing his cheek, before giving him kisses.
"Bye then." When Claire reached up and kissed Sam's cheek, it was his turn to blush.
"Me's kiss?" asked Dean, standing back up and reaching his arms up to Sam.
"Of course you can. Get up here."
Sam picked Dean up, so Claire could give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek.
"Fank you. Come again?" asked the little boy curiously.
"I might do. Sam?"
"Yeah, I had fun tonight."
"Bye you two," waved Claire, turning to leave.
"Bye Claire/Caire," said the two brothers in unison, watching Sam's new girlfriend leave.
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