Title: E/O Challenge - From The Mouths Of Babes
Author: Laedie Duske
Disclaimer: Don't own, to my eternal sadness.
Word Count: 100 exactly
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Featured Word: Drug - Happy Birthday to anjelicious who said: hey it's my birthday today so can i get some gifts in the form of baby sam challenge on sunday? Hope this is okay! I kind of hate myself a bit for this one.
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Three-year-old Sammy sat at his father's feet, staring down the white hallway.
"I told him to lay down a salt line," John growled.
"He did," came Sam's little voice, wavering as he tried not to cry.
"Bullshit. Then how - "
"Th' guy nex' door. Dea' pushed me unna th' bed. He drug Dea' -"
"Dragged."
Sammy sniffled, nodded, "Outside. Dea' hadda knife inna shoe."
"Wait - that blood on the sidewalk wasn't all Dean's?"
Sammy shook his head and started to cry again. John leaned back in the waiting room chair and reconsidered his "we don't kill humans" rule.