Hi Guys!
This is my first fanfic, and I had this idea for awhile and I finally got around to creating an account and execute it!
Hope you enjoy
1- The burning house
Dean was tired.
He and his parents had gone to the park today, and he had played on the monkey bars until his arms felt like they were going to fall off. Even now, 3 hours later, his arms still felt sore. He snuggled deep into his covers, ready to enter the bliss of sleep. He had just closed his eyes, when his nose was filled with a familiar scent. Is Daddy making a campfire? Dean questioned as he lifted his tiny head off the pillow. He was just about to get out of bed, when he heard the heavy footsteps of his Dad. "DEAN!" he yelled frantic. Dean ran to his Dad with a look of fear etched on his face.
"Daddy, what's going on?" Dean said, still in his Dad's arms. Dean started to cry. He didn't like what was going on, and he definitely didn't like the scared voice that his Daddy was using. "Daddy, where's Sammy?" Dean felt his Dad gasp and push him away from his chest. "Dean go get your brother, meet my outside, HURRY!" Dean catapulted away from the safety of his Dad, towards Sammy's room. He ripped the white door open, and grabbed his baby brother in his arms. Sam gurgled happily in his arms, as Dean ran away from the house. Dean finally felt the cool and wetness of grass beneath his feet and stopped running. He looked back at his home, the place that he loved, and gasped. His house was burning, and all the things inside. Dean felt his dads hands on his shoulders, and he looked down at his little brother, now innocently sleeping in his arms.
Don't worry Sammy. Dean thought as he pushed his brothers dark hair out of his eyes. I'll always save you
FIN!
I will try to update as soon As I can! So read, review, and enjoy!