Better-Preseries
"De!"
Go away.
"De! De!"
Dean groaned and turned his head toward his little brother's voice. "It's ok, Sammy…" he winced "…just fell is all."
His two year old brother looked unconvinced. "De, you hurt!"
"It's ok, Dude. I promise." The boy bit back a groan and pulled himself into a sitting position alongside his worried little brother and the too-big bike he had borrowed from an older boy down the street from their current motel. It was the fact that the bike was too big that probably undid him. After all, it was hard to keep the thing steady as was without having to worry about reaching the pedals too!
Sammy's little hand braced Dean's shoulder as he knelt by his side. "Look ouchy." He sympathized his hazel eyes wide with concern.
"Its fine…" he began but couldn't keep back the yelp as Sammy's elbow brushed one of his skinned knees.
The smaller boy looked contrite and he stood quickly. "Stay here, Deanie…I fix it!" He took off toward the motel room as Dean made a grab for his grubby overalls.
"Sammy don't run in the parking lot!"
The little boy was back a moment later with a fistful of Band-Aids which Dean eyed apprehensively. "Where'd you get those?"
"Daddy." Sammy said as he struggled to peel back the packaging.
Oh. Dean cast a glance over his shoulder to see his father packing up the last of their stuff into the trunk of the Impala. Right, they were leaving today. He cast a regretful glance at the bike on the torn up concrete of the motel parking lot. He'd have to return Tom's bike before he'd learn to ride without falling. Ah well…
Dean flinched in surprise as his baby brother stuck a Band-Aid over one of his knees. Sammy cast him a hopeful look .
"Better De?"
Dean threw him a smile and ruffled his hair. "Yeah it is. Thanks, Bud."