Okay -
So this is just a bit of a teaser for my first bit of this, kind of testing the waters.

No major summary but this:

The brothers have tracked a possible spirit that is killing and terrorizing folks in the Northern Indiana woods. But once there, they find that the terror isn't confined to the spirit world.

So....without waiting any longer....

Terror in the Woods

Chapter 1: part 1

The black car rumbled as it raced down the road. It’s occupants were too busy arguing to pay the dark night much mind.

“I’m telling you, before we get trapped out in the middle of nowhere in a cabin hunting for this thing, we should have done more research. Dean! We’re not even sure what we’re dealing with! I won’t be able to get good wireless out here so I doubt I’ll be able to search much on the internet. Are you listening to me?” The last was said as the older brother turned a deaf ear on his speech and stared out the window ahead, jaw clenched.

“Look, we know the basics already. We’ve stored what we were actually able to pull and saved it to the desktop - or you said you did anyway. Chances are it’s a wandering spirit, and we can send casper on his merry way and all will be right with the world.” He turned a smirk towards his brother, then leaned forward to turn the volume dial up. “Gotta lighten up a little, Sammy.”

The younger brother turned his head to stare out his window, silently cursing his reckless big brother. With a sudden thought, he turned back quickly, flipping the radio volume down as he did so. He laughed at the look his brother shot him, and slapped his hand away from turning the music back up.

“Hey, there’s a town what, twenty miles north of here?” At Dean’s nod he hurried on. “Why don’t we settle in at the cabin and then we can go into town first thing in the morning and do a little more research, see if we can even find this Anita Silverman lady. She’s the only survivor that lives around here. Maybe we can get a few more answers.”

They had read about several disappearances in the area, and after looking through a few years worth of history, had found a definite pattern that suggested supernatural activity. Several had died, found usually within days, far from where they had camped. Authorities had dismissed them as freak camping accidents.

But Sam had pointed out, straight-faced even, that usually people weren’t able to fly upwards and impale themselves on upper tree branches, bleeding to death. The few survivors had been neatly ignored by the police, who called their recountings “delusions” brought on by the stress of watching nature kill their friends.

Yep, good ol’ men in blue.

Suddenly, Sam was pulled from his mental fact-filing by a screech of the brakes. His eyes flew to the road to try and see what had caused his brother to slam them on so suddenly. He had at least gotten them to the side of the pavement, he noticed distractedly.

And then he saw it. A flash of white, small, just off the side of the road. How his brother saw that when he was driving so fast he had no clue, but the men turned to face each other, warily keeping half an eye over to the side of the road at the slowly ambling white blob.

Sam followed Dean’s fluid movements, as he reached into the backseat and pulled his duffle closer and unzipped it to start ruffling through the contents. Shotgun. Check. Salt. Check. Knives. Check. He looked at his brother.

“Spirit, probably, but just in case . . . here. Don’t wanna be going in naked here.” Sam grinned slightly, his brother was in typical form. He grabbed a knife, and the flashlight that Dean now held out to him. He also grabbed an extra shotgun and then the brothers eased out of the car, wincing as the doors screeched in deference to their old age.

The both crossed easily, eyes moving in a controlled pattern to make sure no other threats existed. Using a slight tilt of his head to signal, Dean motioned Sam to take the right and he took the left. They would converge on the spirit from different directions and hopefully learn something about the thing. Then they could fill it with rock salt.

Both hunters stepped nimbly, easily avoiding small twigs and leaves.

Their flashlight beams met and they stared down at the pale spirit in confusion. Dean raised his eyebrows and then reached a tentative hand out to poke the thing. It was solid. Huh. Like real solid. He looked up at Sam. Who crouched in front of their threatening ghost with a bemused look on his face.

When Sam went to poke the thing, all hell broke loose. Both brothers reacted instinctively, jumping back and covering their ears.

“AAAHHHHHHHH WANNA MY MOMMY!” Sam was the first to break free of his instinctive position, and again crouched before the little thing. He looked up at Dean with a little bit of a question on his face, and then back at the pale thing in front of him.

“Hey there, I’m Sam. I’m not gonna hurt you. Are you okay?” The little one sniffed and just stared at the young man. Sam reached out a hand to him. “Can I pick you up? Then maybe we can look for your mommy?”

He picked up the quite solid, wiggling, sniffing little thing. Obviously not a spirit. No, much more definitely a little boy. He looked at Dean, who was still staring in shock at the little bundle, gun still gripped in one hand, flashlight in the other.

“Dean, it’s just a little boy.” He looked down at the dirty little face and sighed. “What are we gonna do with him?”

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So what do you all think? :D

Oh I love the title. Come up with that in your sleep? Lmao!!

This is gonna be awesome haha. Can't wait.

What are they going to do with him? Hmmmm....

I forgot to mention this in 'Ancient Words' but I hope you're feeling better!!

*sends healing thoughts your way*

*hugs*

:o Wow. Talking about getting my attention and not letting go! That was a very good start. :clap

~Melissa

YOU GOT ME SOLD
I'LL TAKE THREE :D LOL

COOL STORY, JUST READ YOUR OTHER 2 LOVED THEM

:clap Yay, you started the new one! Loved the part where they find the kid...poor Dean!


Can't wait to see what you come up with next! :cloud9



B)

What a start :)
Awww...He wants his mommy, what they're going to do with him
Can't wait to find out :)

You've got me hooked! Can't wait to see what they are going to do with the little boy!

AWWWW I love it sweety!! I can't wait for more. I think it was an awesome start and I'm sure it will rock...so update whenever you get ready...I'll be waiting!! Lots of love and well wishes and hoping you are feeling better!

Isa

Wow Kat, I'm completely hooked already, brilliant start. And the spirit is 'just a little boy'. :bow :clap

Can't wait to read more!

Sarah

OH greatness!!!! The spirit is a little boy... or is it? Sorry I'm very suspicious of little things in the middle of nowhere. Lmao.
Great start and I can't wait for more. Oh my do I sound pushy or what. :( Sorry. :(

Hope your doing okay.

Ally

Well - I'm glad to see some folks liking this.

Thanks to all for the reviews:

Kris:
YOu think they should take him home and love on him? ;) *snicker* And awww. thanks!

Melissa:
Thanks sweetie!

Usagy:
Thanks a bunch - glad you enjoyed my others as well. :D

Raven:
Thanks sweetie - you mean it wasn't a spirit *ducks* snicker....lol

Oceane:
Thanks for following me over here. And I know - the poor little guy just wants his mommy :cry

Deanwinchester1985:
Glad you're liking it....:D

Isa:
Thanks a bunch sweetie! And aren't you so nice! Awwwwwwwww . . .thanks!


Sarah:
Thanks...glad I got you hooked early! ;)

Lanfear:
Just read on sweetie.... ;)


Just thanks a lot guys . . .

So, um.....here's the rest of Ch 1 - I'll include a little of my previous one....

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Chapter 1: Part 2

He picked up the quite solid, wiggling, sniffing little thing. Obviously not a spirit. No, much more definitely a little boy. He looked at Dean, who was still staring in shock at the little bundle, gun still gripped in one hand, flashlight in the other.

“Dean, it’s just a little boy.” He looked down at the dirty little face and sighed. “What are we gonna do with him?”

“Wanna mommy. Go get mommy. Daddy losh.” The little boy trembled in Sam’s arms, his hands clutching Sam’s jacket in a death grip. Tears streaked down the filthy face. And as he looked at the little guy he realized he only had a little shirt. Poor little guy was probably cold and scared. He was also covered in mud. His little brown curls had mud and leaves stuck in them. He looked over at Dean again. Dean was concentrating, studying the ground intently.

“Looks like the little man left a little bit of a trail, lets see if we can find his campsite, I bet his parents are worried sick..” Dean was already closely studying a trail of broken twigs and pint-sized footprints barely discernable on the forest floor. Sam shifted the slight weight, tucking the shotgun in the waist of his jeans, a little uncomfortably, and held the flashlight to try and follow the same trail his brother had spotted.

“Did you get lost, little guy? Were you guys camping?” The bright eyes leaked tears, but no answers came from the small mouth. He studied the little face for a moment, and then concentrated on following his brother. “So daddy got lost, huh? Did mommy go looking for him?”

The slight catch as the boy’s breath hitched was the only indication he was listening. He shifted the boy on his hip, which was already beginning to ache, and patted his back absently. The little guy sniffed.

“Wanna mommy.” His little voice was pitiful and Sam hoped they would find the poor little guy’s mom fast.

They walked further and about a half mile later he heard Dean’s voice ahead of him.

“Whoa, Sammy. Think we gotta problem here.” Sam found the clearing just behind Dean and took in the sight, breath hitching in shock.

The campsite was in disarray. Tent ripped and in pieces, belongings scattered all about. No sign anywhere of parents. A broken mesh-enclosed crib of some kind was demolished to the side of the tent. Or what was left of it. And as they stepped closer each brother saw one disturbing detail at the same time.

A puddle of blood stood in stark contrast, even in the dwindling light, on a tattered fabric remnant of the tent. Two sets of eyes stared at the spot, and with slow, matched precision, both heads turned upwards.

“Aw shit.” That about summed it up. Dean’s words were just a whisper, his head still trained on the sight above them in the tree. A larger figure, daddy probably, hung limply from the upper limb of a leaning tree. He was held in place by the jagged branch, impaled completely through the chest. Beyond dead.

“Okay, so where’s mommy?” Dean met Sam’s eyes and both of them considered the child. By now the little boy had burrowed his head into the hollow just beneath Sam’s shoulder, soft whimpers swallowed up in Sam’s jacket. The boy was still trembling.

“I don’t know Dean, but I think we need to get this little guy somewhere safe. He’s scared and cold.” A cool breeze danced with the child’s hair. “And I think he needs changed.”

Dean looked at Sam sharply and the younger brother just shrugged.

“What? He smells.”

Dean looked over the miscellaneous supplies strewn about the campsite. He crouched low, checking the campfire circle.

“You know, this went out not too long ago. There’s still a little heat coming from the ashes. Whatever went down must have just happened.” He looked up at Sam, who had walked over to check out the supplies scattered about. “I just wonder what that little guy saw.”

“We need to look for his mother. She might still be out here, somewhere.” They both looked around, unconsciously wondering if the little boy’s mom had met the same fate as daddy. Sam pulled the boy a little closer, pulling his jacket out from under the child and closing it as best he could over the shivering boy. “What should we do with him in the meantime?”

Dean cocked his head to the side, considering. Looking around, he pushed himself up to standing and turned to face his brother.

“Well, we can’t do much tonight. I say we take the little guy with us. One of us can come back and look for her and then figure out where to go from there. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” Sam nodded slowly.

“Yeah, the cabin’s not even a mile up the road, right?” Dean nodded, then surveyed the campsite again. Sam looked down at the little boy, then over at his brother again. “Do you think his mother . . . what’s the chances?”

Dean looked troubled, glancing overhead and then away again with a grimace on his face. He looked at the bundle Sam held.

“I’m not sure. I would think we’d see her around here if she was shish-ka-bobbed already, maybe she’s hiding somewhere.”

Sam took in some of the scattered belongings, and walked over to poke through some of the clothing. A small duffle bag was relatively unscathed, just to the side of the tent.

“Hey, check out that bag over there. Let’s see if we can find anything for this one here.” Sam gestured toward the bag as Dean glanced at him. The older brother stood and walked over to the bag. He held up a couple diapers with a triumphant smirk as he turned to Sam.

“Good eye there Samantha! Looks like this has some of the kid supplies.”

“There any clothes in there? He’s only got a t-shirt on and he’s cold.” Dean raised an eyebrow and then turned back to the bag, rifling through the contents until he pulled out a soft flowing item a minute later. “That’s a blanket, Dean.”

“Oh, um . . .” He turned his attention back to the bag, pulling another item out while stuffing the blanket back into the duffle. “This work?”

Looked like a little one piece outfit with feet attached and everything. Sam eyed it, and then nodded his head. “Think that’ll work.”

“Well, can we get out of here and to the cabin first?” Dean looked around uncomfortably, and then pulled something out of the duffle before yanking it up to place on his shoulder. “Here, this’ll warm him up ‘til we can get him taken care of.”

Sam took the proffered blanket and tucked it around the boy, who sighed and snuggled in between Sam and the blanket.

“Blankie.” His muttered word was hot against Sam’s chest. Obviously this was a treasured possession. Sam smiled at the boy’s obvious love for the slightly tattered blanket.

They moved to walk away from the family site, but Sam had a sudden idea and stopped, causing Dean to look back with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you see a cooler or anything? And was there a cup or anything in that bag?” Dean rolled his eyes.

“We’re not adopting a puppy here Sam, we’ll only have him overnight.”

“Yeah, but he still needs to eat, Dean. And don’t younger kids have to drink lots of milk or something?” Dean studied him and shrugged. He walked back over to the campsite, moving pieces of the tent out of the way, until a cooler appeared, on it’s side. A moment later, Dean pulled out a gallon of milk, mostly still intact. He set it to the side and then rummaged through the items there, pulling a few more odds and ends.

“Dean! We shouldn’t be taking the other food. What if she comes back to the site and needs to eat?” He shook his head at Dean. “Leave it to you to take food away from a dead person, and a missing one.”

“Hey! If we need to feed the little dude we need food he likes. Maybe this stuff’ll fit the bill.” If it weren’t for the pure salivating look that Dean was giving one of the items, Sam would have bought it. But now wasn’t the time to call him on it. They needed to get this little guy out of here and safe. Then somehow get back and search for his mom. Then he would tell his brother what an idiot he was.

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“You did not take their beer, man!” Sam was staring at Dean as he dug out the supplies he’d scavenged from the cooler at the campsite. “Tell me, how exactly is the kid supposed to chug it?”

Dean looked at him with the barest hint of guilt washing over those eyes, then he smiled.

“Relax Sammy, it’s not like they needed it.” Realizing how bad that sounded, he modified his words. “I’ll replace it later.”

“Yeah, sure you will.” Sam turned back to study the little boy. Running a hand through his own shaggy hair, he paid attention to the dirt and leaves tangled in the little brown curls on the little guy. He frowned. Asleep, the kid looked sweet, and dirty. Really dirty. “Should we wash him off or something? And he still stinks.”

“You don’t wake a sleeping baby, or kid. That’s like, rule number one or something.”

“And how would you know?”

“Well, I was big brother extraordinaire. Dad and I actually stuck to that rule.” Cocking his head upwards, he looked thoughtfully into the ceiling. “Beat putting up with your whiny butt, anyway!”

He said the last with a smirk as he met Sam’s offended look.

“I was a perfect little boy, I’m sure. You guys just corrupted me - turned me into a little monster.” He grinned at his brother’s retreating form. Then he turned back to study the little guy. He hoped his mom was okay. Since daddy was, as Dean so eloquently stated, shish-ka-bobbed. “So you going back out there to look for his mom?”

Dean came back in with his jacket on, after having dropped some supplies in the bedroom.

“Yeah. I’ll scout the area and see if I can find her. But we oughta be prepared, just in case. Figure out what we’re going to do with the munchkin there come morning.” Sam nodded.

“Check out their campsite again, see if you can find anything that identifies them. Maybe we can find some family or at least have something to give to the cops.” Their eyes met over that last word. Neither really wanted to deal with police, local yokels or not. It wasn’t exactly the best way to fly under the radar.

Sam settled in front of the little guy, on the floor beside the couch. He looked up as Dean crossed behind him on the way to the door.

“Be careful out there. Don’t wanna find you skewered up in a tree somewhere come morning.” He said it jokingly, but he was serious. He didn’t like his brother going out alone against an unknown spirit, even if it was only to look for a hopefully wayward mom.

“Yeah, yeah man. No worries. I’ll be fine. Have fun babysitting.” That was said with a snicker as he ducked out the door, leaving Sam to glare at the door for a moment.

So, what was he supposed to do now?

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What indeed? Hehehehehe :D

:drink *wipes computer screen*

OMG...this was really funny! Thanks for making my day girl! :D


And Dean taking the beer...hmmmm...I don't think that's the same as mother's milk LOL

You've got another great story going here Kat...can't wait to see what happens next!!! :D


B)

That's it? that's all you're gonna give me? jeeze! you should know by now how impatient i am when it comes to your fics!

-Firekeeper :fire

Scary, what's going on in those woods :o
Awww...poor little guy :(
Dean, alone, in the woods, at night when someone has just been killed by a beast or something :o
I hope he'll find the mother alive.
Sam babysitting, so cute :D

Terrific story so far Kat, I'm hooked and I want more :)

Holy cow that was SO GOOD! I loved it! Sam is so cute, telling Dean that they need to get supplies for the little boy. I love how Dean tells Sam not to wake him up that part was so funny. This is really good I can't wait for more! :D

Sam + little kid = awww! so adorable! :hug:

~Melissa

AAAAWWWWW

That is so cute. I wonder how good of a babysitter Sam is???
Will we see dean remenisce on his days of taking care of baby sammy???
AAAAWWWW

CUTE CUTE CUTE
LOVE IT :skip

Knowing the boys that line will come back to bite them in the ass!!! :lol:

So Daddy is shish-ka-bobbed, Mummy is missing and Sam is surrogate parent for the moment :) And Dean off to find if he can find Mummy leaving Sam to cope on his own, how was that not unexpected :lol:

LMAO at Dean taking beer from the campsite!!!

This is really interesting Kat, can't wait to see where you are taking this - somewhere great I know!!!

Take care girl :hug

Sarah

Hey, Kat!

This is so cute! Sam playing babysitter - I can't wait!

And Dean is going back to the woods alone? Uh, oh... :o

So...when are you updating again, hmm? I'm not getting any younger, you know - waiting around could be bad for my health and wellbeing...

Wow I love it. The prospects of Sam having to Babysit...although I bet Dean would never admit it...he's probably pretty good at that too:P Loved Dean taking the beer...and Rule number one should always apply!! Can't wait for another update Sweety!! Thanks for sharing your talent with all of us!!

Lots of love and well wishes,

Isa

Great update Kat!!! :cheer

Mindy be nice!!!!!!!! Gosh leave you alone for a bit and you go demanding an update... Gosh.

Okay now its my turn to 'demand' an update. Actually I'm just going to ask really nicely... Can you PLEASE Update???

Ally

ok..i'm looking but not seeing...*taps foot* where's that darn update? Kaaaaaaaaaaat.... :cry please?

-Firekeeper :fire

Well - I guess you guys are liking it okay! :D

I really appreciate the reviews guys! And I love seeing some new faces out there reviewing too - means a lot!

Raven:
Glad you liked it....and what will Sam do with the kid now? Hmmmmm . . . good question. And no, I wouldn't call beer any kind of mother's milk - ROTFL!!!!!

Firekeeper:
Inpatient, much? You're going to give me a complex *looks over shoulder*

No, really police officer I don't know why she says she's addicted to my fics :blink:

Oceane:
Don't you think Dean can handle himself? :D And what makes you think Sam might have trouble babysitting? never mind....;) Glad you're liking it!

Deanwinchester1985:
Thanks a bunch! And that's like rule #1 of parenthood - you just never wake a sleeping baby - never know when you'll be able to get them asleep again ;)

Melissa:
Glad you're liking the "awww" factor....the ROTFL factor should be kicking in with this update :D

Usagy:
Glad you're liking it. . . and I kind of thought we might see a bit of a wee!chester flashback or two.....maybe!

Sarah:
Glad you're enjoying this . . . plenty more to come of course! I mean, we all know how wordy I can get ;)

Mizpah:
Good to see you reviewing! Glad you're enjoying it and well, I update as quickly as I can....are you sure your health is suffering because of me....maybe there's another reason? :unsure:

Isa:
Thanks a bunch sweetie! Glad you're liking it! We'll find out soon!

lanfear:
Thanks . . . and again with the impatience.....hmmmm :rolleyes: And um make firekeeper behave! ;)

And everyone....thanks so much for reading - wether you are reviewing or not...although the reviews are quite nice :D

Kat

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Chapter 2: Part 1

He walked in the door preoccupied. After searching for over two hours, he was no closer to finding the mother than before. He’d brought back more belongings from the campsite, including the mom’s purse.

He intended on searching everything carefully. They were going to have to figure out what to do with this kid, and soon. They weren’t babysitters. Didn’t really go with the whole ghost hunting gig.

A sudden scream inside had him stopping suddenly, trying to decipher the danger. As he finally took in the sight before him, his mouth dropped open.

In the chaos within the room, he looked first for his brother. But he saw the kid first. Where was Sam? He walked fully into the living room of the cabin, head twisting first one way and then the other, searching for his brother.

“Sam?” He ignored the kid as he streaked past him. Then he did a double take, because the kid really was streaking. He was buck naked. What the . . . ? “Sammy!”

He was beginning to lose his patience now.

“Sam, where the . . .” His voice trailed off when he found his brother. “Sa . . . m . . . my?”

It was kind of hard to talk, since he was laughing so hard. He found his brother in the bathroom. The reason the kid was running around naked was now clear. But why, oh why, was Sam soaking wet and half in, half out of the tub? A tub filled with soapy water. Still smiling and chuckling slightly, he stepped forward carefully.

The bathroom floor was completely covered in sudsy water. Sam had suds stuck in odd places, stuck to his hair, sticking to his face, clinging to his shirt and pants. He stopped chuckling when he realized that his brother wasn’t moving, and there was water-tinged blood seeping from a place along his temple.

“Sam? Hey, what the hell happened?” His brother wasn’t answering. A squeal from the kid of the hour came from the other room and Dean cursed. Grabbing his sopping wet brother by the front of his shirt, he managed to lean his tall frame against the side of the tub. “Okay, I so can’t wait for an explanation for this mess.”

Blinking green eyes were trying to focus on him now and he couldn’t resist grinning at his brother.

“So, care to tell me how you got beat up by a three year old?”

“Slipped.” Yeah right. He eyed his brother with a chuckle. Another squeal from the holy terror in the other room had him raising an eyebrow. As did the gentle creak of a door opening.

“Su-ure. Well, the little squirt’s loose and that sounded like a door. You gonna be okay? No more slipping?” He grinned at his brother’s red face and turned to leave the room. He’d only made it a few steps into the living room when he realized that the main door was open, and the kid was nowhere in sight.

“Well, shit!” He took off running. The stupid brat was walking along like he didn’t have a care in the world, still quite naked, blanket trailing along behind him. He almost caught up to him when the kid realized he was being chased and squealed in delight, obviously thinking someone was playing a great game with him.

The little guy took off running. Well, more like fast walking. His little legs were pumping but he wasn’t moving too much. He caught the squirming mass of little boy just as he was about to step into a mud puddle. Slinging him up to hold against his hip, he narrowly avoiding a swinging leg hitting him in a tender spot and readjusting the now giggling little boy.

He craned his neck to look down at the little guy, grinning.

“You think that was funny, huh? Well, you little . . .” A sudden noise just beyond the clearing had Dean tucking the kid in close and peering into the darkness. When only silence greeted him, he turned to walk back to the cabin. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them and hurried his pace. About halfway there the little guy in his arms squirmed and the hunter looked down at him in disgust. “Oh, you did NOT just do what I think you did.”

He stomped into the cabin, dumping the kid unceremoniously on the couch before pulling back his jacket.

Yep. He glared at the little boy, he just giggled and immediately pulled his legs to the side of the couch and wiggled his way off, little behind shimmying with the effort. He walked away with a gentle back and forth toddle, giggling.

Sam was sitting in the chair, still looking a little dazed and confused. He looked at Dean and shook his head.

“I didn’t think little kids were supposed to be this hard to deal with. You don’t think he’s possessed or anything, do you?” He looked almost hopeful. Dean flopped down on the now vacant couch, peeling his shirt off as he did so.

“It’s been a while. But you were a crazy little kid too, if I remember correctly.” He tossed his shirt over the back of the couch in disgust. “I’m pretty sure you never actually peed on me though.”

Sam’s laughter echoed in the small cabin, and the sounds of giggling in the background mixed in.

“What? You’re the one that got beat up by him.”

“I did not. He wasn’t interested in taking a bath. And I went to grab him . . .” He trailed off, and if the look on his face was any indication, he really didn’t want to recount the rest. He mumbled something halfway under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said he pulled my shirt. Okay? He pulled and I lost my balance. I felt him climbing over me before I was even all the way down.” He rubbed gingerly at the knot on the side of his head. “There’s no way he’s just a regular little kid.”

Just then the naked wonder came toddling to stand in front of Sam, one hand slapping the man’s knee gleefully, the other hand stuck deep in his mouth.

“Christo!” He studied the kid intently. The kid pulled his hand out of his mouth, using it to slap Sam’s other knee. Little handprints now dotted the denim there. He grinned up at Sam, two lonely teeth exposed as his eyes danced in merriment.

“Cwissoooooo! Cwisso, cwiso, cwiso, cwiso, cwiso . . .” The little guy toddled away chanting his new word and Sam groaned.

“Way to add to his vocabulary, Sammy.” Dean’s head poked out of the shirt as he finished pulling it down over his chest. “Told you he was just a kid. You just don’t like it ‘cause he kicked your butt. Or made you fall . . . or whatever you wanna call it.”

“Sure, whatever . . . peeboy.”

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So, um . . . don't hate me because that was short. My muse went running away earlier today and well, it took me a while to round her up again! :)

OMG! ROFLMAO!!

:D This is just too funny (gasps for breath and wipes tears from eyes)

Poor Sam, bested by a 3 year old and Dean with his new nickname! :lol:

<_< But what was watching in the woods...somehow I think they have more than a little tyke to worry about!

Great job Kat...can't wait for more :cheer

(Passes cookie to your muse along with glass of hot chocolate)

B)

:drink Oh! My! God! ROTFL indeed! :lol: That just made my day! Peeboy! Dean taking off his shirt.... :drool2 Ok, anyways, even if it was short, it was still so good!

~Melissa

:lol: :lol: :D :D :D :D :lol: :lol: :lol:

That was hillarious LMAO LMAO LMAO

(TEARING UP ON HOW HARD I LAUGH)

I can actually see it now, Dean running after the little boy, Sam in a daze

:D :D :D :D :lol: :lol: :lol: :D :D

Lol, that was great! The boys getting owned by a little toddler :lol: Guess they have their hands full with the little fella. Don't even get me started about the big nasty that is watchig them *shudders*

Love any update no matter how small, does that make me an addict? ;)

Val

Holy...wow that was awesome! That was so freaking hilarious I mean seriously! The kid pulling Sam down and then peeing on Dean's shirt. That was priceless although I have had someone else's kid pee on me before and it is pretty gross. Makes me feel bad for Dean. Great update! Can't wait for the next one! :skip

Oh my God...I'm giggling so hard!!

And that's not due to the fact that it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm chuggin' a Root Beer. It's not due to the fact that I spent all day sleeping (apparently I needed it? :blink:) so I'm all hyped up. And it's definitely not due to the fact that I am picturing my little brother in the kid's place...

No...no...I am giggling because Katrina you are a genius. I love this! The Winchesters have met their match...heh heh heh...I mean, the kid repeating Cwisso!! was just too much hahahahahaha!!

Oh girl, hopefully I'll catch you on messenger tomorrow. :)

Loves!
Kris

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: LMFAO, wonderful chapter Kat, Sam taken down by a toddler and Dean peed on - classic. And the kid literally streaked past Dean *clutches stomach and rolls on floor laughing* :lol: That was soooooooooo good!!! Took me back to when my two boys were that age, my daughter too for that matter - at least they never peed on me!!! Oh happy times!!! :lol:

Something tells me there is something going on beyond that clearing and the boys are gonna end up right in the thick of it!!! :D Can't wait!!!

Peeboy - still LMAO!!!

Sarah

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That was HYSTERICAL!!! OMG!!! LMAO!! Thank you SOOO MUCH FOR THAT UPDATE KAT!!! I'm going to read that again!! GAW!! you are awesome!! Lots of love and well wishes,

Isa

:lol: NOW KAT U KNOW U CAN'T HIDE FROM ME LMAO OMGGGGG THIS IS AWESOMEEEEEEEEEE TOO FUNNY LMAO POOR DEAN LMAO I CAN JUST SEE THIS IN MY MIND LOL POOR SAM GETTING BEAT UP LMAO . GREATTTTTTTT STORY SO FAR CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHATS UP UR SLEEVE LOL




LUVS LORRIE :evil

OMG! that was sooo funny! js wait second while i catch my breath! :drink nicely done! i loved the 'peeboy' bit....*evil lil'giggle*

What a funny chapter, lol :lol:
Dean and Sam can fight evil, demons but can't handle a 3 years old toddler, hilarious :lol:
Awww...That little guy is so cute, so lovable :)

Great work Kat, can't wait for more :)

Aww, just got caught up and this was so cute! Well the first part with the father being impaled on the branch and all wasn't, but the kid running rings around the brothers was priceless :lol: Great job, and you have me interested in the mystery as well. Can't wait to find out what happens next :D

Well, I guess this is it! I'm officially okay at writing some humor...eh? ;)

I've got more of that section done. BUt the real fun starts with the next chapter, so please don't be too disappointed in the lack of action. We'll even find out the little boy's name in the next (after this) section ;)

Raven:
So glad you liked it and my muse thanks you...but she still keeps running away! Darn muse! And I guess I might have let the the little guy go a little far taking out the Winchester brothers...but it was soooo much fun!

Melissa:
Glad you liked it! And I wonder if Dean's new nickname should stick! ;)

Usagy:
Glad you . . . um . . . enjoyed it so much! ;) Unfortunately for the brothers - this little kid is something else.... :D

Val:
Addicts are nice! It means someone's always reading! Snicker....I like addicts! Hehehehee.....And, well....thanks a bunch!

Deanwinchester1985:
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!

Kris:
So glad you enjoyed it.....;) and hope you like the rest as well!

Sarah:
A little bit of a snicker and a hint - I'm totally using my youngest as my muse for this story! LOL at the things that kid does! LOL

Okay - guys - thanks a bunch and that does it....time for round two!

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Chapter 2: part 2

They watched the boy run around the main room of the cabin for several minutes before Sam piped in with a question.

“So, we should probably dress him, right? It’s like ten o’clock at night. Surely that means it’s about time for his bedtime. Right?” Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam. Thoughtfully considering the tiny streaker, he nodded.

“I’ll grab him, you get a diaper and that one outfit.” He was already moving towards the little boy as Sam slowly stood, trying to curb the dizziness. He made it to the small duffle bag they had confiscated from the campsite and pulled out a diaper and the outfit they had discovered earlier. When Dean didn’t show up with the little guy right then, he studied the contents of the bag a little closer and pulled a few more items out, thinking they might be able to use them.

He looked up, expecting Dean, but no - no brother. No kid. Hm. He looked at the diaper and pulled at the edges, separating the sticky edges on the sides and pulling it out flat. Okay, he was ready.

Now where was Dean?

He looked up again, then pushed off the floor with the supplies and moved them all on the couch. It was awfully quiet. Where could Dean and the kid have gone off to? Looking around again, he cocked his head and listened. Slight murmuring gave their position away and he moved carefully towards the bedroom hidden down the hallway.

The words were easier to hear the closer he got to the room.

“Come on, kid. Just come out of there already. We’re not gonna hurt you. But you have to . . . hey! Stop that! I mean it, you little shit!” Sam was grinning by the time he made it to the doorway and looked into the bedroom.

Finding his brother proved to be a little more difficult. He followed the signs of heavy breathing and looked on the other side of the bed, to find his brother laying on his stomach peering under the bed.

It was a large king-sized bed, and had a fairly large open space underneath. Sam got down on the floor to look from the opposite side. The little boy was curled up underneath in the center, making it hard to reach him. He glanced over to see Dean looking at him with a murderous glare.

“He bit me! I tried to grab his leg to pull him out and he leaned over and bit the crap outta my wrist!” The ticked off older brother turned his gaze back to the little boy. It seemed the little guy didn’t like Dean yelling. He started sniffing, and backing away from Dean - a little bit at a time. By the time he had unknowingly backed into Sam’s reach, he was sobbing loudly.

“You mean-ie! I wanna my mommy! Mommy!” By now Sam had the naked, screaming, crying little guy. He was trying to maneuver him the rest of the way out from under the bed, when the kid leaned around and placed his mouth over Sam’s arm. Sam felt the hot wetness and recognized the kid’s intent a second before he bit down and moved his arm out of bite range.

“Oh no, you don’t, little guy. Let’s get you out from under here and dressed. You want some milk? And your blankie?” The little guy peered up at Sam as he eased him from under the bed and held him in front of his chest. Huge blue eyes were overflowing with tears and his bottom lip quivered madly. He sniffed repeatedly. His little face looked so sad as he gazed up into his eyes, Sam couldn’t help but bring him close for a hug.

“Oh sure, hug the enemy Sammy. He bit me!” Dean was standing beside them, glaring at the little boy. Something passed over his face when he saw the little guy’s tears though, and his glare fell away, eyes widened. “Awwww . . . don’t cry. That’s not fair. You’re the one who bit me, remember?”

He finished in a soft gentle voice as he stared at the boy now curled up in Sam’s long arms. The little guy sniffed at him, sucking on a thumb with a desperate vigor. Tears still fell down his pale cheeks. He reached up and wiped one errant tear away, smiling softly at the little guy before remembering himself and backing away.

“Get his butt in the other room. We gotta get him going.” Sam wisely chose not to comment about his brother’s lapse in anger. Instead he turned and walked back to the couch, easing down to sit and pulling the now clinging child away from him.

“Okay, why don’t we get you dressed, okay? Then maybe you can have some warm milk? Maybe your blankie? And then night-night time?” The boy’s eyes looked at Sam, half-mast. His tiredness was evident in his now lax form as Sam eased him to lay on the couch. He eased the diaper under his behind, chewing on his lip when the fasteners didn’t seem to want to work.

“You got it backwards, college boy.” Oh. He looked at the diaper closely and then pulled it out and put the proper side underneath the little bottom, pulling the rest through the little legs and smoothing it on the kid’s belly, before pulling the fasteners over the middle snug. There.

The outfit was a bit trickier. He worked at it for a few minutes until he heard Dean snickering behind him and quickly figured out how to unzip it.

“Put one arm in . . . no the other one . . . and then the leg. Okay, now pull it underneath him and put the other arm and leg through. Yeah . . .” Dean talked him through it and he pulled the zipper up after a brief tug of war with the little piece of metal.

“I could have figured it out, Dean.”

“Sure you could, college boy. That’s why you had it upside down.” Sam blushed, until he realized his brother was full of it. Then he gave his shoulder a shove. He smiled down at the still relaxed kid. “Here.”

Somehow, in the middle of all that directing, Dean had managed to find the kid’s spillproof cup and put some milk in it. Warm milk. How’d he manage that? He took the offered cup and gave it to the now wide awake smiling child.

“Cup!” He very happily grabbed the cup with chubby fingers and started slurping away on it. A little bit of milk escaped and dribbled down his chin to drip onto his outfit. By the time the cup was empty, the little guy’s eyes were drooping. He yawned and licked his little lips, clicking them together with a satisfied sigh of fullness. Crawling lazily across the couch, he snuggled into Sam’s lap and pulled his shirt into one hand, the other curled underneath him somewhere.

“Blankie . . .” It was a softly sighed command, and Sam grabbed it from the floor quickly to tuck around the little guy. He pulled the kid close, a little surprised by how nice it felt to have the little body cuddled against him. He smiled. He could still see little specks of dirt in the kid’s hair, a leaf tucked here and there for good measure. He wasn’t that great of a bath-giver it seemed.

“Aw, now ain’t that the sweetest picture.” Click. Sam looked up to see Dean centering a shot with the camera phone and glared at him. “What, Sammy? You’re a great babysitter and you just look so adorable, how could I resist?”

The cheeky grin on his brother’s face took the sting away from the sarcastic words and he grinned back.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause he didn’t bite me.”

“Yeah, but he tried, didn’t he? Uh-huh . . . he did. I saw him.” Dean’s grin grew as he turned and walked toward the bedroom. Easing the little guy down to lay on the couch, he frowned and tucked him against the back of the couch, carefully pulling and tucking the blanket to cover him.

He smiled softly at the kid again, before turning to follow Dean.

The little guy wasn’t so bad.

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Sorry for the lack of ghostly action...it's coming up soon .... hopefully it was okay though? :D

O-M-G!!! Sammy really is awesome with kids!! but then again Dean knows more lol!! but that was so adorable! i would have snapped a bunch of pics too lol!!

hehehehehe he bit Dean...i would like to bite him too...and like Dean said in Shadow you just don't leave teeth marks....

OKI I'M BACK...i just picked myself up out of the gutter hehehe

anyways LOVED IT!!! and please update again soon!!

Sam will eat those words later..."The little guy wasn't so bad."

Yeah, they're all cute and innocent...UNTIL THEY WAKE UP!!

I remember the terror that was my little brother...*shudder*

That was awesome! When he bit Dean...oh man I was in stitches haha...

Once again, Sam's so cute with a little kid. *cough subtleBobbyreference cough*

He's so adorable :) Sam is great with him :)
Poor little sweetie, no daddy, no mommy :(
That was awesome Kat, can't wait for more.

Great story Kat. Sam and Dean as babysitters is just too funny. Boy are they out of their depth. lol