Hello lovelies. Just little Weechester fic. Takes place when Dean's thirteen and Sam is nine. I hope you like it.
When Sam woke up, it was snowing outside and he could see his breath as he exhaled. He glanced around the cramped room for his brother and found him asleep on the small, dirty couch. Dean lay sleeping, curled around himself in a small ball in an attempt to cover as much as himself as he could with his thin jacket. Sam sighed, realising he was covered in Dean's blanket in addition to his own. He wished sometimes that his brother would take as much care of himself as he did of Sam. Barefoot, the young boy padded towards the sofa with Dean's blanket. He draped it over his brother, who mumbled something incoherent and rolled over. This was the second night in a row the younger Winchester had woken up under two blankets.
Sam crept back to his bed and clambered on to it, pulling the one remaining blanket over his thin frame. He awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked in the sparsely furnished kitchenette; oatmeal. He was tired of oatmeal. It seemed that was all he ever ate in the morning. Pulling his blanket around him, he slid out of bed and sat himself down at the table.
"Morning, Sammy. I was just about to wake you up," Dean lifted the pan of the stove and brought it over to the table. "Here," he said, pouring the mixture into his brother's bowl.
"Where's your bowl?"
"I already ate," he lied.
"You said you'd stop doing that."
"Eat your breakfast, Sammy," Dean insisted, turning away and heading to his bag. Though he hummed loudly, Sam was still able to hear his brother's stomach growl.
Showered and dressed, the boys began the short walk to their current school. Sam could hear Dean's stomach almost constantly. Eventually deciding enough was enough, the younger Winchester reached into the side pocket of his bag and pulled out his lunch. Knowing his brother would be angry with him if he gave away his sandwich, he opted to take out the small packet of Reese's Pieces he'd been given and slip it into Dean's pocket. He had to be careful, Dean was stubborn and would never accept the offer.
Dean wasn't stupid; he'd picked a fair few pockets in his time to notice when someone was messing with his. He glanced downwards and saw his brother delicately slip the Reese's into his pocket. He weighed the options in his head, he could be his usual petulant self and not accept Sam's gesture, or he could pretend he hadn't notice. He chose the latter, after all he wasn't a total ass, not when it came to Sammy, who just wanted to help his big brother. Draping an arm around Sam's shoulder, he smiled to himself. What would he do without him?
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