(Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters)

This story is based on the prompt 'heroic actions' for the quarantine writing challenge. To vote please go to u/13340821/quarantine-writing-challenge, (which starts May 4th and ends May 11th.)

I was thinking about how Dean and Sam entertained themselves in the Impala since they spent so long in there. This is what follow.

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Also... it's my birthday :D I'm 20 today.

Word count- 1943

John turned around in the front scene, facing his two boys sitting patiently in the back seats.

Despite only being three, Sam recognised his father's polished look, finished with his only suit, combed back hair, and a FBI badge which he tucked in his back pocket. Sam was unaware it was a fake, he just assumed his daddy was a superhero as most kids did. Dean on the other hand recognised the attire and the sympathetic smile his father was aiming their way.

"Boys," John started, unbuckling to face them properly. John snapped his fingers at Sam who had promptly stuck his fingers in his mouth, still being sticky from the Hershey bar the boys had shared between them both. "Sammy?"

Sam looked up and beamed at his dad, his fingers still in his mouth and smears of chocolate running on either sides of his face.

"Daddy will be back soon. You two need to stay here." John pointed at the house they were parked in front of. "I'll be in there," John said before turning to look at Dean sternly. "Dean, I'm trusting you. Stay inside the car. I won't be anymore than twenty minutes."

Dean leaned against the window, pouting as he glanced out at the happy houses across from him, rain peppering the glass. "Why didn't we stay home?" he mumbled, looking back at his dad with an upside-down smile.

John sighed, glancing at Sam briefly and smiling at the boy. "A case came up, kiddo. It's..." John grimaced at the thought of Mary. This case might be a breakthrough for him. "It's important," he said "and I can't leave you at home, not after yesterday."

"We were hungry," Dean said, his brow dipping sadly. He looked at his brother who had been rubbing his tummy most of the previous day, whining for 'sketto's all day until Dean finally gave in and tried to cook up a pan, inadvertently setting a case file his dad had left on the stove on fire. Luckily their dad was back before the file burned all the way through, and Dean had made sure to put his brother by the open door while he'd attempted to fan the fire out with a pillow.

John raised an eyebrow at Dean who just nodded and kept silent.

"Twenty minutes, alright. Stay here, do not leave, do not come into the front, just stay right there. And Dean-"

Dean looked up.

"Look after your br-"

"Look after Sammy. Yes, sir." Dean turned to his brother who seemed to have gotten the chocolate off his fingers.

"Good. Good... uh, see you boys soon. We'll get dinner after."

John opened his door, the boys listened to the familiar creaking sound that followed as they watched their father stretch and shut the door. He walked toward the house, stopping at the door and looking back at the car briefly.

Dean watched as someone let John in and the door closed behind him.

Dean and Sam sat quietly, both still in their seats as they watched the house. Dean felt tense as he looked at his brother and then back at the house. Keep Sammy safe, he thought.

Finally, after minutes of silence, Sam turned to Dean, a cheeky smile swelling up his cheeks.

"Deanie? Play supew hewoes?"

Dean stared at Sammy's happy expression and he shook his head, feeling a pang of guilt when Sam's face fell.

"Deanie?" the small boy whimpered and Dean sighed, turning his head to his window.

"No, Sam. We have to stay here.. stay still, remember."

Sam frowned, tears bubbling up in his eyes. "I wanna play... Deanie play with Sammy?"

Dean turned to see Sammy reaching out for him.

"Sammy," Dean said, his voice whiny. Sammy only strained harder to get to Dean.

Dean unbuckled his belt and glanced out of Sam's window before looking at Sam and his squirming grabby-hands. "One game," Dean said, unbuckling his brother and turning him to face him. Sam's smile was back, the tear trickling down his cheek forgotten.

"Be supewhewoes lite daddy?" Sammy asked and Dean nodded, a grin on his own face.

"Sure. Um... okay, there's a... uh..." Dean glanced at the roof with a smirk.

"There's a monster on the roof!" he cried.

Sammy looked panicked suddenly and he turned his head to the roof. Dean reached up and banged his hands against the roof. Sam looked confused for a moment before understanding and smiling.

"I heaw it, Deanie! "

Dean did it again and Sam squealed, sliding over the seat to Dean. "It's dewe!" he said, pointing over the spot he'd been sat in.

Dean gasped. "Oh no!"

Sam turned, sitting up on his knees to look Dean in the eyes. Green-blue eyes met forest green. "Whats do we do?" Sammy asked quietly, his eyes flicking up to the roof nervously. Dean ducked low and Sam followed the action.

"We hiding, Deanie?" Sammy whispered.

"Yea, you have to be super-duper quiet, Sammy. We need to listen."

Sam nodded, pressing himself flat to the seats.

Dean reached down to the floor and slowly dragged his nails there. Sam looked around frantically, his breathing ratcheting up.

"Dean," he whimpered. Dean put his finger to his lips and they listened again. Dean made the sound and Sam whined, shimmying closer to Dean.

"I think it's under the car," Dean said. Sam squeaked and grabbed Dean's hand.

"What is it?"

Dean sat thoughtfully for a moment before he said "it might be a vampire."

Sam swallowed thickly. "Theys scawy..."

"Or maybe a werewolf."

"We needs daddy," Sam said but Dean shook his head.

He kicked his foot against the door and Sam screamed.

"What was dat!?"

Dean looked behind him and gasped. "Quick, Sammy, we gotta get down!" Dean slid behind the passenger seat and Sam followed, sitting on the floor behind the diver's seat. Sam looked over at Dean.

"You otay, Deanie?"

Dean put his thumb up. "We'll get this monster, Sammy. Here, it's a knife."

Dean held up his hand which had nothing in.

Sam frowned. "Dats not a knife," he said.

"Pretend, Sammy."

"O-oh Yea! Um... daddy says no knife dough."

Dean's mind supplied the 'though' at the end of Sam's sentence since the kid hadn't yet nailed his pronounciation of certain words.

"It's pretend," Dean reminded his brother. "Look, I have a gun!"

Dean pretend to hold a giant gun, like the one in his dad's trunk. Sam nodded eagerly and held his hands out.

"Sammy has gun too please."

Dean looked at the determined expression on Sam's face and shrugged. "Here," he called, pretending to throw a gun Sam's way. He imagined the gun was a small handgun as opposed to his own pretend rifle. Sammy pretended to catch the gun and he made a little sound that must have been his interpretation of cocking a gun. Dean was impressed, maybe Sam would be a good hunter.

"Ready," Sam said.

"Okay. We need to listen, so we know where it is."

Sam nodded and pressed his nose against the seat in front of him.

Dean was about to make another noise when a soft puff interrupted him.

He looked across at Sam who was biting his lip.

"Dean, did you toot?" Sam whispered and Dean scowled across from him and shook his head. "Oh..." mumbled Sammy, looking down at himself. "I thinks Sammy did."

Dean snickered, despite Sammy's insistent shushing. Now he had to fight the monster, keep Sammy safe, and make sure dad got back while sitting in Sammy's stench.

"I sowwy, Deanie," Sammy hissed. "But you has to shhhh, otay?"

Dean nodded, putting a hand over his mouth to mask his laughter.

Sammy looked up at his window and yelled out suddenly, making Dean jump.

"Sammy!"

"Loot! It's dewe, Dean! It's weally ugly!"

Dean looked at the window, he closed his eyes and pretended there was something really there. When he opened his eyes he saw the same pretend werewolf that Sam did.

"You're right, Sammy," he mumbled, watching the creature breathe against the glass, staring at Sammy hungrily. "He is super ugly."

Sam wrinkles his nose. "I smells him too!" he said.

"That's your own butt, Sammy." Dean pinched his nose. "What did you eat?"

"Skettos!" cheered Sam excitedly, forgetting the hungry werewolf after them.

"No kidding," Dean said quietly. He looked back at the window and saw the werewolf scratching at the it.

"Uh oh! It's tryna get in, Sammy."

Sam cried out again and raised his pretend gun. He made a shooting sound.

In their minds the glass shattered from Sam's bullet and the werewolf lunged inside.

"Ahh, Deanie, help me!"

Dean leapt onto his seat and aimed his gun at the blood-thirsty creature. "Eat lead, sucker!" he yelled, firing his gun. The werewolf was knocked back and while he was down, Dean pulled Sam up and pushed him behind him. Sam cowered at Dean's feet, looking nervously from window to window.

"Did ya gets him?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head and pointed to the window.

"He's back. Get ready to shoot him, Sam."

Sam lifted his pretend gun and shut one eye to aim.

Dean watched the werewolf rear it's head and he raised his gun with a growl. "Leave me and my brother alone!" he shouted before him and Sam unleashed hell with their fake bullets.

When the werewolf was finally vanquished, Dean fell back on his butt.

Sam had his hands over his eyes so Dean nudged him. He peeked out.

"Is it dead?"

Dean nodded and Sam beamed. He punched the air with his tiny clenched fist.

"Super bwothews!" he yelled.

Dean pulled Sam up, sitting the small boy in his lap. He pushed Sammy's hair out of his eyes, remembering how much Sam needed a haircut.

"Super Sammy," Dean said, and he was gifted the brightest smile from his brother.

"Super Dean," Sam added, his chubby cheeks burning with blush. Dean laughed and pulled his brother into a hug.

Sam squished his face into Dean's neck which always made the older brother giggle since Sam's breath tickled. Dean pulled Sam away and dug his fingers into Sam's side. The boy screamed with laughter, kicking at Dean to get out of his lap.

"Oh no you don't," Dean said, grabbing Sam's shoe and pulling him back.

John shut the door behind him and sighed. He looked over at the Impala, praising the closed doors and the slight tufts of Sam's hair in the window. John marched back to the car and pulled open the door.

Both boys were in their seats, buckled up, smiling back at him sweetly.

"What have you two been doing?" John asked, looking at each boy suspiciously.

"We fighted a wewewolf," Sam said loudly, giving John a toothy smile. John chuckled and glanced at Dean.

"Is that right?"

Dean nodded. "Yea. We shot it. You don't have to worry about it, dad."

"We'we hewoes, daddy!" Sam said, his hands clasping together happily. John stared at his youngest son and the innocence radiating from him. He glanced back at the house and the family inside who just couldn't be helped. Then he looked back at Sammy and Dean and smiled.

"You're right, champ. You two are my heroes."