E/O WoW: Achilles' heel
A/N: *grins* Wittle Sammyyy ^.^
Eternal Stubbornness
A pouting bottom lip, arms crossed, and sleepy eyes forced open wide under a mop of brown curls almost make Dean give in.
"I'm not reading you Sam I Am again."
The lip protrudes further.
"It's been a year, Sammy."
The toddler scoots to the edge of the bed and the kid's head tilts up to look at his big brother.
"Every night. For a year. I'm done."
The kid blinks once and brown puppy eyes appear, wet with pleading tears.
He sniffles.
"Pwease?"
And Dean consoles himself with that look won't work when he's thirty.