Title: Three
Summary: He didn't see why it was a curse. It could only be helpful, right? Still, he wished there could have been three. Wee!chester drabble.
Rating: G
A/N: Another idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is. 100 words exactly.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters, though I wish I did.
Three
He watched with tired seven-year-old eyes as his father poured over notes and tomes and print-outs from the library. He didn't see why it was a problem. It could only be an advantage, could help. It wasn't a curse.
He turned to look at his father, playing with Sammy, and the younger boy smiled. Sam needed to spend that time with their father, needed the affection and the attention and the love.
Dean looked at the two men, identical in every way, one researching, one playing. He tried not to be sad. He just wished there could have been three.