This is the third one today because I am not currently in the possession of a life.
disclaimer: it is apparently frowned upon to sell your soul to Crowley to own this. Not that I tried or anything
also: I got out of the spelling bee in sixth grade on the third round out of like fifty.
word count: 100
ages: Dean: 18 Sam:14
He woke to the sounds of screaming. He was immediately at his little brother's side, hand on his shoulder, words spilling softly from his mouth.
Terrified and watery hazel eyes snapped open, breathing continued heavily and heart continued to pound.
"It's okay. It was just a nightmare." The older boy said just loud enough for the other to hear.
"But there was running water and cookies and blood... There was blood dripping on my face from... From the ceiling!" He stammered, sweat pouring off of his face, eyes still wide with fear.
"Nothing to worry about, Sammy.
It wasn't real"
Okay :)
if you like, review. If you hate, review because my cat would like it if you did.
GERONIMO!
~Mercury