Bedtime stories, Wee!chester-style
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: Mark
Warnings: None apart from too much saccharine perhaps.
A wee!chester brotherly schmoop-fest. Wot, no angst? A bit of a departure for me…
"Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, bless the bed that I lay on..."
"You finished prayin' yet, Sammy?"
Dean tried not to sound whiny, but he was tired, and his little brother's urge to spend hours every night running through a litany of wishes as long as a Wendigo's arm to each of his personal favourite saints, angels and God himself, was wearing Dean's ten year old patience to its limits.
Sammy turned his earnest gaze full-beam onto Dean and as always, he felt himself melt; then felt guilty as Sam fairly galloped through to the finish.
"Nearly, just…DearGodpleaselookafterDad'n'Dean…there, all done."
No idea where this came from…!