The New Kid In Town

THE NEW KID IN TOWN

BY

JOXIE


Title : The New Kid In Town

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Sam/Dean

Rating : R

Summary : A peek into the world of Sam, Dean and Robbie. A collection of short stories and drabbles set in the Naturally Supernatural universe.

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


Fire Watch


“This is?” Dean held up a silver flask.

“Holy water” Robbie replied “it burns demons.”

“Right it can give you those extra seconds to kill the bitches” Dean said approvingly.

Robbie was wide eyed “Bitches” he muttered.

“You better believe it” Dean concurred.

He placed the flask on the table in front of him and picked up a shotgun cartridge “Ghosts are repelled by salt” Dean went on.

“Salt rings” Robbie burst out.

“Yeah keep the suckers out” Dean said approvingly “we also pack these” he held the cartridge up “with rock salt won’t kill them but hurts them like hell.”

“I can throw….” Robbie stopped at the look in Dean’s eyes.

“What did we tell you about that?” Dean demanded.

“Not to” Robbie looked stubborn.

“That’s right you have to know the basic’s first before tangling with the fancy stuff” Dean kept his tone as calm as possible.

“Dad says” Robbie began.

“You’re too young for any training at all” Dean finished for him.

“I want to learn” Robbie said.

“And you will but basic’s first” Dean told him firmly.

Frowning Robbie pursed his lips “Fine.”

“Good” Dean smiled “right rock salt and cartridges.”

Sam walked into the kitchen where Dean and Robbie were filling cartridges with salt. Well at least Dean was Robbie just seemed to be covered in salt.

“This sucks” his son announced.

“Robbie” Sam warned.

“But it does” Robbie pouted.

“We don’t use that sort of language” Sam told him.

“Son of a bitch” Robbie said defiantly.

“That’s it go to your room” Sam ordered.

“Daddy” Robbie sniffed.

“Upstairs now” Sam told him.

Robbie left at a gallop “I hate you” he yelled in passing.

“A little harsh” Dean commented.

“He needs boundaries he’s only four” Sam sat in Robbie’s vacated chair.

“Five next month” Dean corrected him.

“Whatever he can’t speak to people like that” Sam said.

“I did” Dean smiled.

“I rest my case” Sam smiled back “anyway you’ll be up there later playing good cop to my bad cop.”

“Go give him a bath bitch” Dean went back to the cartridges.

“I’m gone” Sam went after Robbie.

Swooping into the bedroom he swept Robbie up and carried him to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry Daddy” Robbie wrapped his arms tightly around Sam.

“What for?” Sam asked.

“Using bad words” Robbie mumbled.

“Good boy” Sam sat Robbie on the toilet and began undressing him.

“Mom uses bad words” Robbie commented.

“Well he shouldn’t” Sam added silently “at least not around you.”


*


The next afternoon Robbie tiptoed into his parent’s bedroom and grabbed his Mom’s flask of holy water. Quietly he sneaked back into his own room where his teddy was still sitting in the middle of a ring of salt.

“Let teddy go!” He demanded splashing water over the helpless bear.

He then picked up a book from his bedside table and yelled “Sequens ex…er…cismus recit..ari bad demon potest ab episc…opis” he stumbled over the bits of Latin he’d heard his Daddy practising.

A noise startled him and he turned and saw Sam standing in the doorway a bemused look on his face.

“What are you doing Robbie?” He asked trying not to grin.

“I’m excising teddy” he furtively looked around and lowered his voice “he’s evil.”

“Exorcising” Sam automatically corrected his son coming fully into the room.

He plucked the teddy from the salt circle and examined the bear sniffing at its soggy salty fur “Well he sure smells evil” he told Robbie “come on lets give him a wash.”

Robbie followed Sam into the kitchen “He’s all better now isn’t he Daddy?”

“Yeah you did a good job” Sam smiled “but now he needs to be cleaned up.”

Once the sink was full of warm soapy water teddy was dropped into it. Sam let Robbie use a stool so that he could reach and watched as he splashed happily.

Dean was bent over an old wreck trying to salvage reusable parts from it. He straightened up just in time to see both Sam and Robbie coming out of the house.

“Do you think the demon went into any of my other toys?” Robbie asked Sam earnestly.

“I shouldn’t think so” Sam assured him.

Dean’s curiosity was peaked “What’s up?” He eyed the wet teddy Robbie was clutching.

“I exercised….exorcised teddy” Robbie told him proudly.

“Really” Dean grinned.

“The whole nine yards salt, holy water and my pocket bible” Sam told him.

“Cool can’t be too careful Robs” Dean praised.

Robbie almost glowed with happiness “Daddy helped me wash teddy.”

Sam took the said teddy from Robbie and hung it by the ears on there small washing line.

“Sam ever tell you about his teddy?” Dean smirked.

Robbie shook his head and looked at Sam curiously “You had a teddy?”

“There was nothing wrong with Cheltenham until you set him on fire” Sam accused Dean.

“I gave him a proper hunter’s funeral” Dean retorted.

“Should I…” Robbie was cut off in mid flow.

“No!” Sam and Dean said together.

“No playing with matches or my lighter promise Robbie” Dean said more calmly.

“Okay” Robbie agreed.

“Or throwing him on the fire” Sam added.

“I wouldn’t” Robbie defended himself looking very much like Dean at that moment.

“See that you don’t” Sam warned hoping for the best.