Eye Tooth
There are slimy fingers prying open his mouth, sliding over his tongue and his teeth and he can't even scream, can only make muffled whimpering noises that die mostly in the back of his throat. He looks up and sees a gaping toothless mouth curled into a smile, exposed pink gums coated shiny with saliva, glittering black eyes, and wakes up screaming when hands touch his face.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, it's okay, it's okay Sammy, you were just dreaming." And Deans hands are skating over his skin and carding through his hair, and Sammy can feel the tears overflow from his eyes and slide down his cheeks.
"Dean…" he whimpers out, and wraps his six-year-old hands around Dean's waist, presses his face to Dean's chest, and wishes that he knew the things in the dark weren't real, but he doesn't. He knows that they are.
Dean pets his hair and his back and whispers comforting words to the top of his brother's head. He slides the tooth that Sammy had lost that day out from under his pillow, dropping it into his pocket. He kisses Sammy's hair in the unconscious way that a ten-year-old can, and waits for their dad to get back from hunting.
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