Yes, Sammie Rae is back – by demand! This fic takes place a few months after the kidnapping, nearly a year after they've adopted Rae. Dean and Sam need to establish their roles in raising Rae, and deal with something that's taking kids and drowning their parents.
Tona, you're the biggest SR fan out there I think, so this is for you!!
Okay, the beginning is a little risqué, but after that it's all about Rae. If that bothers you, sorry! But the toned down version just didn't have the impact I wanted.
Sammie Rae – The Second Year
Wrapped Around Her Little Finger
It was dark and cool outside, and dark and warm inside. Check that, it was hot and wonderful. Dean breathed heavily, a fine sheen of sweat coating his body. The woman under him groaned with pleasure. He smiled, wanting to make her do that again, when his phone went off.
Her fingers dug into his arms. "Ignore it," she panted, her legs wrapped around his waist tightening. The tune emanating from his phone stopped, but it started again almost immediately.
Concerned, Dean rolled away and grabbed his phone off the hotel room nightstand. As he feared and expected, caller id read 'Sam.' He thumbed it on. "What's wrong?"
"Dean, I'm sorry, but she won't settle down for me." Sam sounded slightly panicked, which was enough to send Dean scrambling for his pants with his free hand.
"What happened?" he demanded. Dean glanced at the glowing dial of his watch. "Damn, is it that late?"
"Yeah, I was trying to get her to bed, but she keeps saying something about the voices. I don't know what she means," Sam rushed to say.
Insistent hands pulled at his shoulders. Dean shrugged them off with a cold glare over his shoulder. "Put her on," he told his brother.
Some shuffling noises preceded Sam's voice calling out to Rae. "Daddy?" He could barely make out her breathless voice over the phone.
"Rae? Is something wrong, honey?" Dean heard his voice go up every time he spoke to her, but he could not help it. He read somewhere that happened with almost everyone when they talked to babies. Rae wasn't a baby, but maybe that said something about how Dean thought of her. It was psychological and totally not his fault, at least that was what Sam said that one time he voiced his concerns about it.
"Uncle Sam doesn't do the voices," she sniffled into the phone. "Are you going to read to me tonight?"
Dean glanced down at his watch again. "I can be there in about fifteen minutes, okay? Can you put up with Uncle Sam not doing the voices for that long?"
"Dean!" The naked woman at his back called, sounding angry.
"Daddy, where are you?" Rae asked innocently. "Who was that?"
"Just an interview, honey," Dean replied, spotting one of his shirts tossed across a chair. He scooped it up, pulling it on easily while only dislodging the phone from his ear temporarily. "I'll be there soon. Tell Uncle Sam you can watch tv until I get there."
"You tell him," she replied and he heard the distinctive sound of a phone being thrown and caught.
"Dean?" Sam's voice blared through. Dean winced, he had been listening so hard to catch what Rae said the difference was like screaming into his ear. "I wasn't trying to interrupt your, uh, evening. I didn't know she meant voices in the story, I can try it again."
"Nah, that's okay, Sam. We were done anyway," Dean lied, finding his overshirt at the foot of the bed. He pulled it on, scanning the floor for his boots. "I can be there in fifteen."
"You sure, Dean?" Sam asked, though Dean imagined his brother sounded relieved. "I mean, you haven't exactly been, ah – out – in a while."
"I meant to be home an hour ago, Sam. It's no problem." He spied his boots near the door, where he kicked them off earlier. "Fifteen, Sam, and let her watch her shows until I get there." He thumbed off his phone, stuffed it in his pocket.
Dean turned back to face the still naked woman in bed, her cheeks flush. "Sorry, darlin', got to go." He reached back for the doorknob, grasping and turning it in one action. "Family business."
As Dean closed the door, he felt a surge of relief. "Not doing that again anytime soon," he muttered, stomping across the parking lot. "Should have been home hours ago." He felt guilt at leaving Rae and Sam alone for so long. Even though he spent most of his time with them, Sam still hadn't learned some of Rae's quirks, especially her nighttime rituals. Hell, half the time Sam fell asleep before he even finished reading to Rae. No wonder his brother couldn't remember to do the voices.
Dean chuckled to himself as the Impala roared to life around him. It wasn't like he never did those voices for Sam when they were kids. He guessed that was one more thing Sam just didn't remember. It took an effort not to speed on the way back to the motel, where Rae and Sam waited for him. He nearly vibrated with raw excitement as he approached the door. Grinning, Dean thought about how they couldn't get along without him for even a couple of hours. He pushed open the door.
Sam waved at him, pressing a finger against his lips. Confused, Dean stepped into the room. He looked around but there was no sign of Rae. Sam pointed down at the floor, where Rae was zonked out on the carpet.
"Damn," Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I was looking forward to seeing what was going to happen to Dorothy next."
Sam shrugged. "I guess I didn't need to call you after all," he whispered. "Sorry. If you want to go back…"
Dean glared at Sam. "Little late for that, Sammy." He reached down, scooping the young girl up in his arms. She still felt too small, too fragile. Dean wondered if she would ever look different in his eyes.
"Hey, man," Sam whispered close to his ear as he settled Rae into their bed, "I'm sorry."
Dean used a finger to trace down the side of Rae's face. "I'm not." He looked over his shoulder at this brother, feeling that smile Rae evoked from him spreading over his face. "Not at all."
Sam grinned back, shaking his shaggy hair. "Dude, you got it bad."
"Nah," Dean shrugged, feeling some heat in his cheeks as he returned his gaze to Rae. "I think I got it pretty good."
Whimpering woke Sam. He rolled over to check that Dean was dealing with Rae already. Occasionally his brother got so overtired not even Rae could wake Dean, which left Sam dealing with screams and irate neighbors and in the morning one guilty-as-hell Dean. None of that was ever pleasant. A little ice water usually guaranteed Sam just had to deal with the neighbors.
The whimpering from Rae increased in intensity and still no signs of life from Dean. Sam sighed softly, rolling out of bed to head for the door. He noticed an ice vending machine just around the corner from their room. As he approached the door, Dean's cell phone went off.
Sam paused, his hand on the doorknob. Should he answer the call or get the ice first? If he waited on the ice, he might wind up on a call with a screaming Rae and sleeping Dean. Nope the ice was more…
Dean groaned, rolling over, one hand slapping at the endtable for his phone. Sam let out a relieved sigh, hurrying over. He turned on the light, causing Dean to throw up an arm in defense.
"Nightmare," Sam said simply as he snagged Dean's phone. His caller id said 'Bobby.' As Sam punched the button to answer the call, Dean sat up and pulled Rae into his lap, her head on his chest.
"Bobby? What's up?" Sam checked the bedside clock. It was after midnight. Before Rae came into their lives, it was not unusual for Bobby to call whenever he damn well pleased. After Rae, however, lots of things changed. Hell, their whole world changed. And after Bobby looked after her for a week while they were both laid up in the hospital a few months ago, Sam noticed that Bobby made a point of calling during daylight hours, never at night unless it was serious. An after midnight call had to be extremely serious.
"Sam, is Dean with you?" Bobby asked, sounding breathless.
"Uh, yeah." Sam's gaze met Dean's. "He's right here. What's going on, Bobby?"
"You aren't anywhere near Lake Winnie, are you?"
It was late and Sam was woken from a pretty sound sleep. He ran a hand over his eyes, trying to focus. "Where?"
"Lake Winnie. It's in Minnesota."
"Uh, no. Should we be?" Sam asked, watching Dean soothe Rae by holding her tight and whispering in her ear. Why didn't that work for him?
"No!" Startled, Sam pulled the phone away from his ear. By Dean's shocked expression he knew his brother was just as surprised as he was. "I mean, ah, no, it's no big deal. I just wanted you two to know I'm headed that way and you don't need to worry about it."
"Okay." Sam felt wide awake now. This evening just moved from odd into strange.
"Okay. Good." Bobby cleared his throat. "Well, that's all I had to say. Bye, Sam."
"Yeah, okay. Bye, Bobby." Sam stared at the phone in his hand in disbelief before setting it on the endtable by Dean's head.
"What the hell was that?" Dean whispered, holding Rae tight. The anxious creases in her forehead were relaxing. Dean's touch was like magic with that kid.
"I don't know." Sam headed for his laptop, still setup on the small table in the room. "But I'm going to find out."
Dean stifled a yawn. "Great. Let me know in the morning."
By the time Sam pulled up a fresh search window, Dean was fast asleep with Rae cuddled up on his chest like a giant teddy bear. Speaking of which, where was Ted? Sam spotted the stuffed animal on the floor. He retrieved it, gently lifting Rae's arm to tuck the toy under. He tiptoed back to his computer. He typed in 'Lake Winnie.' A number of hits came back, all referring to a resort in the Chippewa National Forest in Minnesota. Sam switched to a news search.
Uh-oh. His eyes darted back to Dean's sleeping face. His brother was not going to like this.