Dean's 'unca Bee-bee'

Bedtime & Morning


Dean's bedtime.

As soon as they were in the bedroom the Winchesters claimed as their own, Dean decided he needed a story.

"What kind of story?" asked Sam, laying Dean down gently on the bed and covering him up.

"You's make." Dean rubbed his eyes sleepily, and pointed up at his big brother.

"Um, okay," said Sam nervously, laying down beside Dean, and pulling him into his arms. Dean rested his little head on his brothers chest, and placed his thumb in his mouth. "Once upon a time, there was a brave knight called Dean."

"Me's De," Dean said around another yawn.

"Yeah I know. He was the bravest and most feared knight in the kingdom. All the women loved him, and the king had no need for a jester; whenever he needed a laugh, he called for Dean the knight. He was the funniest person in the kingdom, and everybody loved him, especially his little brother Samuel..."

After telling the story for several minutes, Sam looked down and saw that Dean was asleep. "Goodnight, kiddo," he whispered, kissing Dean's forehead.

-The next morning-

Sam woke up to a shaking bed. 'What the...' Wondering what the hell it was, he shot up to see that the cause was Dean jumping up and down on the bed.

"HIYA," said Dean, grinning when he saw that his brother was awake.

Sam turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. "Dean, it's 6 0'clock in the morning, What are you doing up?"

"Me's jump," Dean answered, launching himself at Sam.

"Whoa," yelped Sam in surprise, catching the little boy as he threw himself at him.

Dean snuggled up to his chest, and wrapped his little arms around Sam's torso. "You's gay?" whispered a worried Dean, pulling back to see if he had hurt his brother.

"Am I what?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows.

"Me hurted you?"

"No, kiddo," said Sam, smiling at the look Dean was giving him; he looked like a cute little puppy with the big, round eyes. "You just surprised me that's all." When Dean still looked worried, Sam laid his tiny brother gently on the bed and started tickling him.

As Sam attacked him with the tickle-torture, Dean started writhing around the bed, giggling hysterically. "Hep. Sammy gotted me."

"Nobody can hear you," Sam said in a sing-song voice as he laughed with him.

It wasn't long before the bedroom was full of laughter from the two Winchesters.


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