Its Sweetest When They Scream
Wee!Chester Dean's gone batshit too.
Warning: some implied slash, and dark content.
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"Make a wish mommy."
Dean stood at the side of her bed and even though he'd woken her up after less than a few hours of sleep--Sam was still at the stage where he couldn't sleep for more than a few hours--she looked down at those happily shining green eyes and pulled herself out of bed.
"Happy birthday." He told her, pushing the cupcake he'd decorated ever so carefully towards her. "Make a wish mommy." He repeated.
He hoped it was a good wish, the blonde girl told him that his mommy wasted wishes like pennies, but he didn't know what that meant. After all, his mommy saved pennies in a big glass jar.
Mary smiled and kissed the top of his head, wondering fleetingly where John had gotten to so early in the morning. "Thank you Dean." She told him with a hug.
"Sammy helped." Dean told her, grinning as he remembered Sammy throwing the sprinkles, some of them had landed on the confection, and like mommy had told him, its thoughts that count.
And Dean had a lot of thoughts, but the pretty blonde girl and her friend with the yellow eyes helped him to understand them. Sometimes when he didn't understand right away the blonde girl got angry with him, and so he didn't always like her very much. Her name was Ruby, but the nice man told him to ignore her.
"He's the wrong one!" Dean heard her insist one night while talking to the man with he yellow eyes. "It should be the other."
Dean was asleep, or at least they thought he was. They thought a lot of things about him, and he heard most of them. Like, he was a prince.
He liked the sound of that.
"We'll have them both." He told her. "Both."
Dean smiled, they were talking about Sammy again, he liked that. They would be princes together and reign over all.
--The next night, only Ruby came.
Dean was playing with the kitty he had found, and was hiding in his room because daddy was allergic to cats.
"Go away." He told her, without turning away to look at her. He didn't like Ruby; he didn't like her at all.
Ruby all of snorted in the kid's direction. "Make me. Besides, I come with a message from his most highness for you."
Dean stared at her, waiting, anticipating.
"Do it." She said, nodding her head. "And don't just stare at me like some little fuck up, you know what it means."
Dean grinned, "Okay."
He blinked, and in the time it took her to turn her head and ask him just what the fuck he was doing she was covered in fucking feline insides
"Bastard." She told him. Fucking kids. She hated them all but she hates Dean especially. She hopes the little shit fails miserably.
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"Goodnight Dean." Mary kissed his forehead and tucked him into bed. "Love you forever."
Dean smiled, "I love you too mommy."
He turns over in his bed and buries his head in the pillow, but doesn't fall asleep. He doesn't ever really remember sleeping, the man with the yellow eyes tells him princes don't need sleep, but to never tell anyone because they'll take it away from him and then he can't be prince. He's right, the best part is when their insides come on the outside.
It makes him feel all tingly inside.
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The next night comes, and He comes alone. No Ruby, Dean likes that. When he's a prince, it'll always be like that. He doesn't like how she tries to be the boss.
"In here." Dean tells him, pushing the door to the nursery open.
In the crib lay Sammy sleeping away, oblivious.
Dean sits on a stool to watch, he knows what his job is.
"It won't hurt him, right?" Dean asks worriedly.
"No." He assures him, "And when it's all over, he'll be all yours, Dean."
Dean nods his head pleased, he likes that. Sammy's his.
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When he cuts her stomach open she only screams just barely, and Dean wonders why. The cat didn't scream at all and it made him angry. He likes screaming.
"It's because she knew." He tells Dean, looking up at the ceiling, at his former chosen one, another one who failed his expectations.
Dean frowns, "Okay."
"Finish it." He tells him.
Dean squeezes his eyes shut, remembering that He promised to give her back, and that this is the only way for him to keep Sammy.
He feels a surge of heat on his face, and then he wakes up in him room hearing his daddy screaming.
He runs toward the sound and decides that since Ruby looks sorta like mommy he's going to kill her the same way. He hopes that she screams, the way the blonde girl in his dream screams when he kills her. She's not Ruby, or mommy, but she kind-of-sort-of looks like them.
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"Its okay, Sammy." Dean tells his little brother, looking up at the flames licking away, consuming the house from the inside out. "You're all mine now, and I'm going to take care of you."
He looks down at Sammy, wondering how long before he has the dreams too.
"All mine." He whispers.
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