Dean was as good as his word. First thing the next morning - well, not exactly the first thing as the trio ended up sleeping late due to the middle-of-the-night nightmare incident of which nothing was mentioned the next morning - Dean could be found in the kitchen whipping up batter and spooning it onto a pan with his Mini-Me standing on a chair right next to him so that he could help. If one didn't know better, they might mistake the boy for Dean's son, rather than for the child version of Dean himself. It was possibly shades of the future, however, as it was likely this entire scene could play itself out a few years down the road with their son Sam in little Dean's place.
They'd left Jo to sleep a little longer, but before long came the sound of the shower running, and the movement of feet back and forth as she got herself ready for the day ahead. All was going smoothly, until she let out a sound that wasn't quite a shriek and not quite a yelp, and they heard her feet come to the landing. "Dean' Dean!"
"Downstairs!" both man and boy called in unison, giving each other the same strange look before both turning their heads toward the sound of Jo's voice. Neither seemed so much concerned as curious regarding what she was yelping about. Both of them shrugged their shoulders at each other, mirror images of the other, though one was big and one was small.
"Maybe we should go see what?s the matter," the younger Dean suggested.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," replied the elder, turning the heat off on the stove so that the pancakes didn't burn.
Jo was standing at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair hanging over her shoulders as she glared down at her husband. One hand pointed toward their bedroom. "Big, black, hairy," she informed him, tense with fright that wasn't life or death, or even scary monster. Hopefully the words made sense to the elder Dean, because it was likely they made no sense to the little one.
"Is Rufus streaking again?" he asked with a smirk, the first image coming to mind at her description, as ridiculous as it was. Dean didn't even know if Rufus was hairy, and he didn't really want to know. He did know Jo well enough to know what she meant from her description, but he couldn't help but tease her about it.
"Rufus?" the boy echoed, completely confused. Dean didn't reply, snickering as he disappeared momentarily into the bedroom. "Who's Rufus?" he asked.
Narrowing her eyes at her husband, Jo shuddered, waving her hand toward the bedroom. "Just kill it, smarty-pants," she told him, hugging her arms around herself as she looked down at the little Dean. "Rufus is an old, old friend of Bobby and Ellen's. He introduced them to each other. But this isn't a Rufus thing. This is a ....spider ....thing."
"Ask her how she can hunt monsters but can't handle an itsy bitty spider," Dean called from the bedroom. As yet, there was no sound of any splat.
"You're afraid of spiders?" the boy asked, stating the obvious. He wasn't quite sure why the other Dean was comparing a friend of Bobby and Ellen's to a spider, and he was too shy to ask.
"Oh, come on, you're the one who has a problem with rats," Jo called back defensively, but she was the one face to face with his younger self, who was clearly interested in finding out the truth here. "Yeah, I'm scared of spiders," she admitted, reaching out to gently tweak the end of his nose. "Which isn't funny, no matter how much everyone laughs. Monsters don't dangle on invisible threads above you when you're sleeping."
"Hey, everyone has a weakness. Indy didn't like snakes; I don't like rats. So, sue me!" Dean replied from the bedroom, before uttering an expletive that wasn't really fit for a seven-year-old's ears. Apparently, he was having more trouble with the creepy crawly thing than he cared to admit.
"I'm afraid of fire," the boy replied, frowning up at her, and with good reason. It was what he'd dreamed about the night before, though he'd yet to admit it.
"And I don't like spiders!" Holding a conversation with Dean of two different ages should have been difficult, but for some reason, Jo didn't find it much of a stretch. Admittedly, the adult one was getting less of her full attention, since he was on spider duty. She matched the younger one's frown gently. "It's a good thing to be afraid of," she agreed with him. "First time he saw me freak out over a spider, it was one about this big -" she demonstrated by holding her thumb and forefinger just barely apart "- and I thought he was going to wet his pants laughing."
The boy's eyes widened at Jo's admission, and though he was only seven, he couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you step on it?" Of course, it never was that simple.
"Got it!" Dean called from the bedroom, though there had been still been no sounds of a splat coming from the direction.
"'Cos it's a spider, and ..." She shuddered, laughing at her own comical distress over what was just an insect that was probably more afraid of her than she was of it. "I just can't," she confessed to the little boy. "I can't even be in a room with one." Dean's call from the bedroom made her look that way sharply. "You better not be bringing it out unless it's waiting for a coffin!"
Much to her possible further distress, Dean exited the bedroom with a jar in his hand, the spider squirming inside it. The little creature wasn't going anywhere, except in the garden, but it was still very much alive. "Say hello to Boris the Spider," Dean said, shaking the jar to indicate its contents. "Or maybe Charlotte. I can't tell." How did one tell the difference between male and female spiders anyway' Dean didn't know. At least, he knew better than to show his prize off to Jo.
"Dude ..." She still complained anyway, covering her eyes to edged past him so she could go and get dressed. "You two go and do what you gotta do with your icky little friend, okay' I'm going to hide in the closet for a while."
Dean chuckled at his wife's irrational fear. Was this the same woman who had fearlessly taken on demons and hell hounds and God knew what else? Who had faced down a hell hound and sacrificed her own life to save his and Sam's" Dean just shook his head and chuckled. "Come on, kid," he said to the boy, ruffling his hair fondly. "Let's go set Boris free in the garden where he can live in peace without scaring Little Miss Muffet."
"Don't let breakfast burn!" was Jo's parting shot as she disappeared into the bedroom. They also heard her let out a last little shuddering "ugh" before she shut the door. It really was amazing - not five months ago, she had faced down not one, but two Olympian goddesses in a down and dirty fight, but one little spider turned her to squeaky mush. Just proved she was as human as they were.
The fact that she'd been dressed in nothing more than a towel had made an impression on the boy, though he'd said nothing about it. Thankfully, Jo was more of a mother figure for him at this age than a possible romantic partner. Romance was not something the seven-year-old thought much about.
The elder Dean just chuckled as the two of them started down the stairs. "Chicken!" he called back at Jo.
"Why didn't you kill it, like she asked?" the boy asked curiously.
Dean shrugged, not too sure himself. It was just a spider, after all. He'd killed countless monsters in his life, but "Boris" wasn't a monster, and Dean thought his only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "What did he ever do to anyone" Besides, spiders are actually beneficial. Did you know that?"
They'd left Jo to sleep a little longer, but before long came the sound of the shower running, and the movement of feet back and forth as she got herself ready for the day ahead. All was going smoothly, until she let out a sound that wasn't quite a shriek and not quite a yelp, and they heard her feet come to the landing. "Dean' Dean!"
"Downstairs!" both man and boy called in unison, giving each other the same strange look before both turning their heads toward the sound of Jo's voice. Neither seemed so much concerned as curious regarding what she was yelping about. Both of them shrugged their shoulders at each other, mirror images of the other, though one was big and one was small.
"Maybe we should go see what?s the matter," the younger Dean suggested.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," replied the elder, turning the heat off on the stove so that the pancakes didn't burn.
Jo was standing at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair hanging over her shoulders as she glared down at her husband. One hand pointed toward their bedroom. "Big, black, hairy," she informed him, tense with fright that wasn't life or death, or even scary monster. Hopefully the words made sense to the elder Dean, because it was likely they made no sense to the little one.
"Is Rufus streaking again?" he asked with a smirk, the first image coming to mind at her description, as ridiculous as it was. Dean didn't even know if Rufus was hairy, and he didn't really want to know. He did know Jo well enough to know what she meant from her description, but he couldn't help but tease her about it.
"Rufus?" the boy echoed, completely confused. Dean didn't reply, snickering as he disappeared momentarily into the bedroom. "Who's Rufus?" he asked.
Narrowing her eyes at her husband, Jo shuddered, waving her hand toward the bedroom. "Just kill it, smarty-pants," she told him, hugging her arms around herself as she looked down at the little Dean. "Rufus is an old, old friend of Bobby and Ellen's. He introduced them to each other. But this isn't a Rufus thing. This is a ....spider ....thing."
"Ask her how she can hunt monsters but can't handle an itsy bitty spider," Dean called from the bedroom. As yet, there was no sound of any splat.
"You're afraid of spiders?" the boy asked, stating the obvious. He wasn't quite sure why the other Dean was comparing a friend of Bobby and Ellen's to a spider, and he was too shy to ask.
"Oh, come on, you're the one who has a problem with rats," Jo called back defensively, but she was the one face to face with his younger self, who was clearly interested in finding out the truth here. "Yeah, I'm scared of spiders," she admitted, reaching out to gently tweak the end of his nose. "Which isn't funny, no matter how much everyone laughs. Monsters don't dangle on invisible threads above you when you're sleeping."
"Hey, everyone has a weakness. Indy didn't like snakes; I don't like rats. So, sue me!" Dean replied from the bedroom, before uttering an expletive that wasn't really fit for a seven-year-old's ears. Apparently, he was having more trouble with the creepy crawly thing than he cared to admit.
"I'm afraid of fire," the boy replied, frowning up at her, and with good reason. It was what he'd dreamed about the night before, though he'd yet to admit it.
"And I don't like spiders!" Holding a conversation with Dean of two different ages should have been difficult, but for some reason, Jo didn't find it much of a stretch. Admittedly, the adult one was getting less of her full attention, since he was on spider duty. She matched the younger one's frown gently. "It's a good thing to be afraid of," she agreed with him. "First time he saw me freak out over a spider, it was one about this big -" she demonstrated by holding her thumb and forefinger just barely apart "- and I thought he was going to wet his pants laughing."
The boy's eyes widened at Jo's admission, and though he was only seven, he couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you step on it?" Of course, it never was that simple.
"Got it!" Dean called from the bedroom, though there had been still been no sounds of a splat coming from the direction.
"'Cos it's a spider, and ..." She shuddered, laughing at her own comical distress over what was just an insect that was probably more afraid of her than she was of it. "I just can't," she confessed to the little boy. "I can't even be in a room with one." Dean's call from the bedroom made her look that way sharply. "You better not be bringing it out unless it's waiting for a coffin!"
Much to her possible further distress, Dean exited the bedroom with a jar in his hand, the spider squirming inside it. The little creature wasn't going anywhere, except in the garden, but it was still very much alive. "Say hello to Boris the Spider," Dean said, shaking the jar to indicate its contents. "Or maybe Charlotte. I can't tell." How did one tell the difference between male and female spiders anyway' Dean didn't know. At least, he knew better than to show his prize off to Jo.
"Dude ..." She still complained anyway, covering her eyes to edged past him so she could go and get dressed. "You two go and do what you gotta do with your icky little friend, okay' I'm going to hide in the closet for a while."
Dean chuckled at his wife's irrational fear. Was this the same woman who had fearlessly taken on demons and hell hounds and God knew what else? Who had faced down a hell hound and sacrificed her own life to save his and Sam's" Dean just shook his head and chuckled. "Come on, kid," he said to the boy, ruffling his hair fondly. "Let's go set Boris free in the garden where he can live in peace without scaring Little Miss Muffet."
"Don't let breakfast burn!" was Jo's parting shot as she disappeared into the bedroom. They also heard her let out a last little shuddering "ugh" before she shut the door. It really was amazing - not five months ago, she had faced down not one, but two Olympian goddesses in a down and dirty fight, but one little spider turned her to squeaky mush. Just proved she was as human as they were.
The fact that she'd been dressed in nothing more than a towel had made an impression on the boy, though he'd said nothing about it. Thankfully, Jo was more of a mother figure for him at this age than a possible romantic partner. Romance was not something the seven-year-old thought much about.
The elder Dean just chuckled as the two of them started down the stairs. "Chicken!" he called back at Jo.
"Why didn't you kill it, like she asked?" the boy asked curiously.
Dean shrugged, not too sure himself. It was just a spider, after all. He'd killed countless monsters in his life, but "Boris" wasn't a monster, and Dean thought his only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "What did he ever do to anyone" Besides, spiders are actually beneficial. Did you know that?"