Just a short piece. Dean is 7 and Sam is 3
Sam and Dean Winchester were sitting in the back of their dad's Impala while he drove to who knows where.
They didn't have much, Sam and Dean, no house, no electronic games, no mom.
But they had their father, who acted more like a drill Sergent, than a loving dad.
John suddenly stopped the car, got out with the boys and went inside a truck stop to pick up some greasy food for the boys. He left Dean outside the shop with his younger brother, only for a moment.
"What do I want you to do Dean?" asked John, looking down at his eldest
"Look after Sammy, Sir" replied Dean.
Dean was used to this sort of talk. It had always been his job to look after his little brother. Always. But he didn't mind, he didn't even have to be told, really.
As they waited, Dean spotted something on the ground in the distance. He grabbed his little brother's hand and led him toward it.
As they got closer, Dean saw that it was a toy solider. Dean has always liked toy soldiers. His dad had been a marine, which was like a soldier. Dean picked it up and even though he would have loved it, he gave it to his little brother.
"You look after this, okay Sammy?" said Dean
"Umkay Dean" replied Sammy, who looked over the moon abut his new toy
Dean smiled; he'd made his little brother happy.
"Dean!"
John had come back out, holding two hot dogs, and angry that Dean had led Sam and himself away.
Dean picked Sammy up and ran towards their father.
"You know not to run off Dean, how could be so reckless!"
"Sorry, Sir" replied Dean with his head down
But Dean didn't regret what he did. He'd done it for Sam, and that smile, that's what was important to Dean Winchester.
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