Apparently my brain jump started back into life again! It just came up with this little story from out of nowhere when I was about to post the other.
No whump in this one though, just a little bit of frustrated Dean. The word is still in there, just added a little s' on the end. Hope that's allowed:)
My first wee!chester story! It takes place when Sam is around three or four. I think that might make it believable, but don't shoot me if not. I have absolutely no knowledge of what a kid believes at that age, and I don't have any here to ask.
Disclaimer: Sadly I can only dream, but oh, what delightful dreams they are...
"Sam, come on!"
"No."
"Sam…"
"I said no! I'm not doing it, I could be eaten! You're trying to get me killed!"
"Of course not, Sammy. Look, there's no chance of anything being in there. You can see the bottom for crying out loud!"
"It might come in after me."
"Its way to big to ever make it in there. Now come!"
"I'm sure it could find a way. It's smart."
"Sam, it's dead!"
"Nah, there are sequels."
Dean stomped out as he cursed himself for being stupid enough to let Sam watch "Jaws" with him right before bath time.
Review, or Jaws will eat you! Nah, just kidding, although I still love reviews...