Monsters Are Real, John is on another case, but this time..

[Angel325girl]

This story came to me a couple days ago and has been nagging at me to write it. The is my version of how Dean found out about Monsters. Hope you enjoy it.

Monsters Are Real

Six year old Dean Winchester starts to learn that monsters truly exist while strange things happen at his school. John isn't the only one on the case, as Dean is as well but can he handle what his dad does?

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Chapter 1

Dean squirmed restlessly in the passneger seat as he looked through a car magazine, Twice. He played every single road game with his dad that he could think of including I Spy that didn't last longer then fifteen minutes due to his little brother fussing every second and his dad asking him to take care of him. That, he couldn't because he was too busy driving and needed to be where they were headed at a certain time. Dean did ask him about his work once but he didn't ask him again. He knew his dad didn't like being asked the same question twice. Heck, Dean didn't like it at times when Sammy said the same thing over and over again. A part of him wondered if he was that annoying when he was two.

Dean also didn't know why his dad had to bring him and his brother along on every trip he made. He could have left him and Sam at one of his friend's houses' for a night or even a week. Joshua's parent's probably wouldn't have minded. Dean understood his dad's work kept him away at times but something about this one didn't settle well with the six year old. Ever since the night of the fire, his dad packed them up and they stayed wih a couple of family friends just outside of Lawrence. That was for only five months. Then it was one motel room after another. They always stayed close to home before but this was the first time they were leaving Kansas. His dad had sat him down before they left and told him they wouldn't be coming back. His dad got all the stuff he needed. Though, he didn't know what he meant by that, Dean never brought it up. Sammy was too young to even know what moving meant but it was his job to make sure when Sammy got older, to help him understand. And that was a promise he would keep.

Turning in his seat, Dean looked back at his sleeping brother. He saw the boys tiny fingers cling to his stuff puppy that was once Dean's. His mom bought it for him when they went shopping for school clothes . Dean felt a frown form at his lips. Dean was so excited about preschool that it was all he talked about with his mom. He talked about how many friends he would make and what all he wanted to learn when there. Now that she was gone, he had to wait until kindergardern before he could start school and it wasn't as his mom described it would be, he hated it with a passion. He made no friends and the teachers had already called him the worse child they've ever had in their class. Dean had tried asking his dad if he could just stay home with him and Sam but he always told him having an education was important.

Even though Dean was only there for three to four months, he made a lot of enemies then friends. School became a nightmare for him and he dreaded going back there. The only thing he looked forward too was seeing his dad in the parking lot at the end of everyday with his little brother in the back seat. That always made Dean smile and every time Sammy saw him, he would try to reach for his brother. As Sam began talking more, Dean's name was almost all he would say. If Dean wasn't in his brothers sight, Sam would look everywhere for him and wherever Dean would go, Sam would follow. He was almost like a miniture Dean. He wanted to do everything Dean was doing and get into everything too. At two years old, Sammy was a handful, but he knew as he got older, that wouldn't change.

Dean was pulled from his thoughts when he realized the car had stopped at a gas station. His dad wasn't in the car and Dean looked alertly back at his sleeping brother before looking out the window. He started to panic and open the door when he saw his dad walk out of the rundown building. He took his hand off the handle and waited pateintly until his dad came back. Once the driver's door opened and the older man got in the driver's seat, he handed Dean the bag. "Is your brother still sleeping?" John asked, reaching his hand in the bag to get a Slim Jim. He opened the wrapper and started eating it before starting the car back up.

Dean already opened his Slim Jim and chewed on it while answering his dad's question. "Yep, but he'll probably wake up soon." he assured him, crumbling up the wrapper and tossing it on the floor by his feet.

John's eyes followed the wrapper and he flicked Dean over the head with his hand. "Hey, what did your mom and I tell you about cleaning up after yourself?" he asked. When the boy looked guilty at his father, John pointed to the piece of trash. "Pick it up and put it in the bag."

Dean did as his dad said and felt the vibration of the car as his dad started driving. He placed it in the white plastic bag and grinned when he saw his favorite chips. Pulling them out, he opened the bag as quietly as he could and started eating the Frito's as he shared them with his dad. He crunched on a couple and wiped his hand against his jeans before he turned on the radio. He turned the volume down and sat back against his seat while he could hear the classic rock coming out of the speakers. Dean looked back at Sam then to his hands. "Dad, where are we going?" he asked, chewing on his bottom lip.

John sighed and glanced over at him. "We're going to Alden, Minnesota for a couple of weeks. While there you''re going to be attending Alden-Conger Elementary School." he told his boy.

Dean had crossed his fingers together when his dad continued, hoping he wouldn't mention him going to school. When he did, Dean started to whine. "Dad, I hate school and everyone hates me, even the teachers." he reminded him.

John couldn't help but smile. "Yes Dean, but this is a different school. Not every one is a like. I bet Sam would like school when he gets older." he teased.

Dean eyed him with his arms crossed now. "Yeah well, Sam doesn't get homework." he pouted, pushing his back deeper into the seat.

John snorted and put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Just remember that when Sam comes to you to help him on his homework." he pointed out.

Dean's eyes widened and he threw his hands up. "So, not only do I have to do mine but I also have to do his." he cried. "I can't wait until I can quit school."

John smiled and rubbed the kids hair as they passed into Minnesota. Soon they would be in Alden. He knew Sam would wake up before they got there but he prayed he'd sleep the rest of the way. "Quit school?" John asked.

Dean nodded. "Josh's older sister quit school." he informed him.

"I think you mean dropped out." John corrected him. "But you have a long way to go until you can do that. Maybe when you're eighteen." John assured him.

Dean pouted and crossed his arms. "His sister was only sixteen." he argued.

John glanced down to Dean and patted his leg. "When you turn that age, we'll see but your mom-" he started when Dean sighed heavily.

"I know. She always wanted me to have a good education. Same with Sammy when he gets older." Dean repeated and his father nodded. "But I can still hate it." he grumbled and John laughed.

[aislinn]

Interesting start. Loving little Sam and the image of him following Dean everywhere. Can't wait to see where this goes.

[Angel325girl]

I just love writing baby Sam. Sorry if Six year olds don't act like how i make Dean act. And I'm not trying to make John out to be a douche to his kids in this story. He gets better.

I finally have inspiration to write this fic. I always knew where I wanted to go with it but I eventually forgot about this fic for the longest time.

Chapter 2

"Dean." John called as he gave his son a little shake. "We're here. Get your brother." the elder Winchester said as he grabbed his stuff and got out of the car.

Dean stretched and yawned from his nap as he looked out the windsheild to the house. An actual house this time. With more then one window. But he wondered how long they would stay in this one. Probably whenever his dad was done with his job here. The house didn't look run down either.

It looked almost brand new and hopefully furnished. Dean didn't want to sleep on the floor at all. The house was two story this time where as all the others were normally one floor. He then looked out the window to the front yard and it was probably as big as their's in Lawrence. But as much as Dean missed their house in Lawrence whenever he brought it up, it always upset their dad so he stopped bringing it up all together at one point.

Getting out of the front seat, the first thing Dean heard were the sound of other kids and noticed they were in a neighborhood. He only shook his head and opened the back seat to get his brother. He climbed up on the step and sat down beside the car seat as he undone the seat belt. It was a little easier getting the belt over his brother's head since he was still out like a light. Partially his fault. He let his brother stay up later last night then he should have. "Sammy." he whispered and almost instantly the boys eyes shot open.

Chocolate brown drops looked into Dean's and a big smile spread across his baby brother's face. He then looked around and rubbed his eyes with his tiny hands. "Dean." the toddler yelped, starting to bounce up and down in his seat.

"Yeah Sammy, we're here." Dean said as he desperately tried to still his brother. This would go a lot faster if he listened. Holding his brothers hands, he helped Sam out of the car carefully and was surprised the boy didn't take off toward the other kids the first chance he got. He stood by his big brothers side with his thumb in his mouth while he waited for him to shut the door. "Dean? Where here?" Sam asked.

"Minnesota." Dean told him and let his hand go to grab his duffle along with Sammy's bag.

Sam titled his head and furrowed his brows together as he tried to say the word but only got out minota. Dean laughed and said it again for him. Then the question he always dreaded was finally said. One that he had to hear every single day and answer every single day. Why? Dean hated having to explain a two year old why they moved here and why they left there when Sammy probably dind't undertand anyway. They even had the why battle over everything and anything.

The only question that was most suitable to why was when Sammy asked him why he had to go to school. He would of course tell him to go get an education but Sammy was two. He didn't know what an education was. he didn't even know what a big yellow school bus was. He always called them wheelies. Why Sam called them that. He had no clue. Maybe because Dean aleways sang him the wheels on the bus song. A two year old's world was weird and he always asked his dad how he was at two. But John rarely told him. His dad would either teill him he was quiet or go for grocceries and ignore the question all together. Usually family friends told him what he was like.

"This way Sammy." Dean called and turned around at the front door to watch his baby brother run toward him.

'Coming!" Sam ran past Dean almost knocking him over and stopped when he reached the center of the living room. His eyes went wide as he looked around and his mouth dropped in a big O. Dean sat the stuff down on the couch and laughed at his brotehr then saw his dad come into the room with some kind of book. It looked like a journal. He always was flipping through that thing when he thought he wasn't looking.

"What's so funny?" John asked, looking up just in time as Sam ran into his legs. He warpped his hands around his dad's jeans and buried his head between his shins. "Hey bucko." he laughed as he ruffled the little toddler's hair. "Like your new home?" he asked and Sammy nodded his head and smiled.

"For now." Dean replied which got him a glare from his father. Dean only flashed him a guilty look and looked to the closed book in his hand. "What's that?" he asked and John glared through his skull.

"It's nothing." John snapped. He then looked to everything on the couch. "Is that everything from the car?" he asked and Dean sighed heavily.

"Yeah. Food. Clothes. Sammy's toys." he listed and John nodded.

"Good. Why don't you feed your brother." he ordered and headed out of the house to the back of the car. He opened the trunk and Dean watched him through the window until Sammy ran off yelling catch me.

"Sammy." Dean called and ran in after him. Once he finally got his brother to settle down. he fed him some cereal while his mind wandered to his dad's book and what was in the back of the impala. He could list off more things he wanted to know. Like where his dad always went and what he always talked about when he was on the phone. None of it was to chat about sports either. Sighing, he would just have to find what was in that journal later. If his dad didn't lock it away like he normally does.

"All done." Sammy exclaimed, pulling his brother from his thoughts and clapped his hands. He turned around and got down from the chair and ran back into the living room to grab his toys. Dean only groaned as he followed him into the room.

"Sammy, where do you get all this energy?" he asked and went to go watch some tv. Sammy apparently wanted to make a door causing him to keep peering over his head or lean side to side on the couch.

"Sam, play somewhere else. I can't see the screen." he complained but Sam through a block at him anyway and it hit Dean in the knee. "Sammy!" he yelled, causing the boy to freeze before he thought about throwing another block.

Sam immediately said he was sorry and looked away real fast. Dean only shook his head and got off the couch to walk over to the window while he rubbed his sore knee.