Tittle: Leave it to Fate
Challenge: twist
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: MiniHurt!Dean. Happy Birthday Supernoodle!
Erickson twisted the ropes around the six year old.
Dean looked up at him with bruised eye and swollen jaw. "Puh-puh-please…"
"You tried to fight. You did good." Erickson said, polishing his machete, "But it's time to stop, kid."
Dean dropped his head, speaking with no conviction. "My dad…"
"John is the plan." Erickson smiled as forced the kid to look up at him. "Now, you begged for me not to take your brother… and I didn't."
Erickson lowered his voice. "So just simmer down- accept your fate."
One thing Dean learned early in life- that was never an option.