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Sammy, Dean, and the Bumblebee Song
Sammy, Dean, and the Bumblebee Song
By kira
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Author’s note 2: The “Bumblebee Song” seems to be one of those children’s songs that everyone knows, but no one knows exactly who wrote the lyrics, while the melody is based on the song “The Arkansas Traveler” by Sandford C. Faulkner.
For Vexed… Happy bday!
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. “Won’t my mommy be proud of me…?” He waved the bumblebee he made in kindergarten around. “I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…”
Bobby chuckled. He hummed along as he drove. “Your daddy’s going to like that song.”
“Yeah?” Sammy’s face lit up.
Bobby nodded.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first two lines, not that he cared. He loved the song and the bees they had made in school.
Dean rolled his eyes and tried hard to concentrate on the song coming from the radio in Bobby’s truck. “Burning ring of fire…” He mumbled on his breath. “Burn, burn, burn… the baby bees, the baby bumblebees…” Dean grinned. He imagined lighting a whole hive of stupid bees on fire, until he realized just how sad that would make Sammy. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his baby brother, still, that song was just too annoying for words! He slumped against the window and closed his eyes, groaning softly.
“Are you okay, Dean?” Sammy looked over at his brother. He hoped Dean was not sick as he wanted to go look for bees in Uncle Bobby’s backyard with him. Dean was the bravest person he knew next to Daddy and Uncle Bobby.
Dean looked over and met his brother’s gaze. The concern in his eyes touched Dean and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards with his trademarked grin. It broadened as Sammy smiled back at him. “Yeah… Whadda you want?”
“Can we sing the song and find bumblebees when we get to Uncle Bobby’s?”
“Okay, Squirt.” If it made his Sammy happy, then Dean would commit the ultimate sacrifice. There was a huge caveat in Dean’s mind when it came to the song. Instead of singing it the stupid baby way, he was going to teach Sammy how the big kids sang it.
“Yay!”
“Sounds like a plan,” Bobby said as he pulled into the driveway. He parked the truck. “Why don’t you boys go play and I’ll bring your backpacks inside.” The words no sooner left his mouth than Sammy and Dean was out of the truck and heading for what was left of Karen’s garden. Bobby got out, and grabbing the kids’ backpacks, he went inside his house. He was glad he had picked up some burgers and fries as well as another bag of charcoal the other day, when John called asking if it was okay to drop the boys off, as some barbeque was a better dinner than some reheated leftovers. It was probably better than whatever John fed them in any case, while being close to it, if Dean’s love of cheeseburgers was any indication. Dropping the backpacks in the hallway, Bobby headed towards the kitchen.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. “Won’t my mommy be proud of me…?”
“Hey, Sammy, wanna learn the real words to the song?”
Sammy blinked. “There’s real words?”
Dean nodded. He taught Sammy the version he knew, about squishing the bumblebee, while they searched the overgrown garden for bees. His little brother listened intently, chuckling each time Sammy sang about squishing the bee. Incredibly, they found some bees, buzzing around the flowers that sprang up haphazardly in the old garden. He even impressed himself as well as his little brother by letting a big fat bumblebee crawl all over his hand, before flying off. He pretended to pluck another bee off a flower, and squishing it, while singing that silly song. What Dean never counted on was Sammy trying to do the same thing.
Sammy saw a small bee crawl out of pretty purple flower. He watched it fly over to another flower and then another, before plucking up the courage to try squishing a bee like Dean. Sammy coaxed the bee onto his index finger, and before he could change his mind and shake it off, he tried to squish it. “I’m squishing up the baby bumblebee… Won’t my mommy be so proud of me…?”
The bee, sensing the danger, stung him. Sammy let out a loud wail as he shook the bee off his hand.
“Sammy?!” Dean rushed over to him. “What happened?”
“He stinged me!” Sammy wailed.
Dean scooped him up and carried him inside. “Bobby!” he called out.
“What?!” Bobby came running. With all the crying going on, he figured it had to be something serious. Bobby hoped the boys had not hurt themselves on the junk cars that littered his property.
“Sammy got stung by a bee,” Dean said as he put Sammy down.
“Yeah?” Bobby bent down to about Sammy’s height. “Can I see?”
Sammy wailed as he held out his hand. He clung to Dean with the other hand. “Dean said to squish it,” he hiccupped.
Bobby frowned as he looked over at Dean. He quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I just taught him the words I know and I showed him this stupid bee that was on my hand. I never told him to squish it, Uncle Bobby!”
Knowing how fiercely Dean protected Sammy, Bobby had a feeling the whole thing was a misunderstanding. He nodded. “Dean, go get me the first aid kit. You know where it is?”
“In the bathroom, under the sink!” Dean said something too soft for Bobby to hear to Sammy, who let go of him, before dashing off to do as he was told. He returned minutes later, first aid kit in hand. He gave it to Bobby, who tended to Sammy’s bee sting. It did not take long for Sammy to calm down after that.
Bobby let out a soft sigh and scratched his beard. He was getting too old for this. “Why don’t you two go watch some TV while I get the barbeque going? You boys up for some burgers, or would you rather have some dogs?”
“Burgers!” the boys chorused, before disappearing into the living room.
While they watched TV, Bobby entered the kitchen, and opening the fridge, he grabbed the packet of burgers. He turned on the stove and threw a pan of fries inside, before heading outside and firing up the grill. Starting the burgers, he ducked inside to get some cheese and a spatula. It was not long, before dinner was ready.
Bobby shook his head as Dean shoveled his third cheese burger in his mouth, while Sammy picked at his, preferring to eat his fries. He wondered again what John was feeding the boys, as he listened intently to Sammy’s story about what happened today at school.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, except for a couple of choruses of the “Bumblebee Song” sung by two silly boys. Yeah, he was too old for this, but Bobby would not trade it for the world. “Good night, boys,” he said as he turned out the light and left the room.
Sammy picked at the Band-Aid, covering his bee sting. “Hey, Dean, why’d the bee stinged me?”
“You squished it, Squirt. No one likes being squished.”
“Oh… But I thought I was supposed to squish it. You squished a bee.”
“No I didn’t!” Dean said. “I was just pretending.”
“Oh…” Sammy frowned.
“You mad at me?” Dean said softly, as if afraid of the answer.
“Nah! It wasn’t fun, but I’m gonna teached the kids at school the real song and then I’ll show them my booboo.” Sammy smiled. “Night, Dean.”
“Night, Sammy.”
By kira
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Author’s note 2: The “Bumblebee Song” seems to be one of those children’s songs that everyone knows, but no one knows exactly who wrote the lyrics, while the melody is based on the song “The Arkansas Traveler” by Sandford C. Faulkner.
For Vexed… Happy bday!
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. “Won’t my mommy be proud of me…?” He waved the bumblebee he made in kindergarten around. “I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…”
Bobby chuckled. He hummed along as he drove. “Your daddy’s going to like that song.”
“Yeah?” Sammy’s face lit up.
Bobby nodded.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first two lines, not that he cared. He loved the song and the bees they had made in school.
Dean rolled his eyes and tried hard to concentrate on the song coming from the radio in Bobby’s truck. “Burning ring of fire…” He mumbled on his breath. “Burn, burn, burn… the baby bees, the baby bumblebees…” Dean grinned. He imagined lighting a whole hive of stupid bees on fire, until he realized just how sad that would make Sammy. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his baby brother, still, that song was just too annoying for words! He slumped against the window and closed his eyes, groaning softly.
“Are you okay, Dean?” Sammy looked over at his brother. He hoped Dean was not sick as he wanted to go look for bees in Uncle Bobby’s backyard with him. Dean was the bravest person he knew next to Daddy and Uncle Bobby.
Dean looked over and met his brother’s gaze. The concern in his eyes touched Dean and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards with his trademarked grin. It broadened as Sammy smiled back at him. “Yeah… Whadda you want?”
“Can we sing the song and find bumblebees when we get to Uncle Bobby’s?”
“Okay, Squirt.” If it made his Sammy happy, then Dean would commit the ultimate sacrifice. There was a huge caveat in Dean’s mind when it came to the song. Instead of singing it the stupid baby way, he was going to teach Sammy how the big kids sang it.
“Yay!”
“Sounds like a plan,” Bobby said as he pulled into the driveway. He parked the truck. “Why don’t you boys go play and I’ll bring your backpacks inside.” The words no sooner left his mouth than Sammy and Dean was out of the truck and heading for what was left of Karen’s garden. Bobby got out, and grabbing the kids’ backpacks, he went inside his house. He was glad he had picked up some burgers and fries as well as another bag of charcoal the other day, when John called asking if it was okay to drop the boys off, as some barbeque was a better dinner than some reheated leftovers. It was probably better than whatever John fed them in any case, while being close to it, if Dean’s love of cheeseburgers was any indication. Dropping the backpacks in the hallway, Bobby headed towards the kitchen.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee…” Sammy sang. “Won’t my mommy be proud of me…?”
“Hey, Sammy, wanna learn the real words to the song?”
Sammy blinked. “There’s real words?”
Dean nodded. He taught Sammy the version he knew, about squishing the bumblebee, while they searched the overgrown garden for bees. His little brother listened intently, chuckling each time Sammy sang about squishing the bee. Incredibly, they found some bees, buzzing around the flowers that sprang up haphazardly in the old garden. He even impressed himself as well as his little brother by letting a big fat bumblebee crawl all over his hand, before flying off. He pretended to pluck another bee off a flower, and squishing it, while singing that silly song. What Dean never counted on was Sammy trying to do the same thing.
Sammy saw a small bee crawl out of pretty purple flower. He watched it fly over to another flower and then another, before plucking up the courage to try squishing a bee like Dean. Sammy coaxed the bee onto his index finger, and before he could change his mind and shake it off, he tried to squish it. “I’m squishing up the baby bumblebee… Won’t my mommy be so proud of me…?”
The bee, sensing the danger, stung him. Sammy let out a loud wail as he shook the bee off his hand.
“Sammy?!” Dean rushed over to him. “What happened?”
“He stinged me!” Sammy wailed.
Dean scooped him up and carried him inside. “Bobby!” he called out.
“What?!” Bobby came running. With all the crying going on, he figured it had to be something serious. Bobby hoped the boys had not hurt themselves on the junk cars that littered his property.
“Sammy got stung by a bee,” Dean said as he put Sammy down.
“Yeah?” Bobby bent down to about Sammy’s height. “Can I see?”
Sammy wailed as he held out his hand. He clung to Dean with the other hand. “Dean said to squish it,” he hiccupped.
Bobby frowned as he looked over at Dean. He quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I just taught him the words I know and I showed him this stupid bee that was on my hand. I never told him to squish it, Uncle Bobby!”
Knowing how fiercely Dean protected Sammy, Bobby had a feeling the whole thing was a misunderstanding. He nodded. “Dean, go get me the first aid kit. You know where it is?”
“In the bathroom, under the sink!” Dean said something too soft for Bobby to hear to Sammy, who let go of him, before dashing off to do as he was told. He returned minutes later, first aid kit in hand. He gave it to Bobby, who tended to Sammy’s bee sting. It did not take long for Sammy to calm down after that.
Bobby let out a soft sigh and scratched his beard. He was getting too old for this. “Why don’t you two go watch some TV while I get the barbeque going? You boys up for some burgers, or would you rather have some dogs?”
“Burgers!” the boys chorused, before disappearing into the living room.
While they watched TV, Bobby entered the kitchen, and opening the fridge, he grabbed the packet of burgers. He turned on the stove and threw a pan of fries inside, before heading outside and firing up the grill. Starting the burgers, he ducked inside to get some cheese and a spatula. It was not long, before dinner was ready.
Bobby shook his head as Dean shoveled his third cheese burger in his mouth, while Sammy picked at his, preferring to eat his fries. He wondered again what John was feeding the boys, as he listened intently to Sammy’s story about what happened today at school.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, except for a couple of choruses of the “Bumblebee Song” sung by two silly boys. Yeah, he was too old for this, but Bobby would not trade it for the world. “Good night, boys,” he said as he turned out the light and left the room.
Sammy picked at the Band-Aid, covering his bee sting. “Hey, Dean, why’d the bee stinged me?”
“You squished it, Squirt. No one likes being squished.”
“Oh… But I thought I was supposed to squish it. You squished a bee.”
“No I didn’t!” Dean said. “I was just pretending.”
“Oh…” Sammy frowned.
“You mad at me?” Dean said softly, as if afraid of the answer.
“Nah! It wasn’t fun, but I’m gonna teached the kids at school the real song and then I’ll show them my booboo.” Sammy smiled. “Night, Dean.”
“Night, Sammy.”