Title: E/O Challenge - Not All Monsters Are Supernatural

Author: Laedie Duske

Disclaimer: I own nothing - I'd be first in line to buy though

Word Count: 300 (I combined all aspects and did a triple-drabble)

Featured Word(s): Sprained and Scary with some rain and limping - okay, I went a little nuts (and you don't even want to know what got sacrificed in order to fit into just 300 words). (Happy Birthday to Madd Aless!)

Sam hates Halloween. Dean hates watching that look creep across his brother's face every year as nightfall looms ever closer.

Seems like no matter what he tries, no distraction can ever overpower the siren song of bad memories.

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Eight-year-old Sammy was beside himself. Not only were they in one place long enough for him to go Trick-or-Treating, but he'd miraculously convinced twelve-year-old Dean to dress up with him "just this once" as he escorted his younger brother through the streets. Not even the cold rain could dampen the spirits of the youngest Winchester.

A shortcut through the school yard did more than that. It nearly ended his brother.

The gang members were on them in an instant. Dean drew their attention while Sammy evaded.

Knowing his brother was paying a terrible price, Sammy found his way onto the roof of the building, grabbing up every decent-sized rock along the way.

With impeccable aim, he rained projectiles down on the much larger kids until they fled. Dean lying motionless on the ground, a scary (terrifying!) sight. The scramble back to his side took years it seemed. Helping his bleeding brother limp back home took a lifetime.

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An elbow in his ribs, a soft, "Stop thinking."

Sam sighed. "Can't help it. You were - "

"No worse than on a hunt. Though they did break my beautiful nose," he mock-whined.

"Sprained knee, dislocated shoulder, stitches -"

Biting his lip he glanced at Sam, "It could have been a lot worse. If you hadn't -"

Sharp inhale, "Don't."

"Can we forgive the random calendar date, or are you going to start ticking off days of the week I get hurt?" Still making light, soothing the pain.

Snort. "You mean days that end in 'y'?" A smile, cold beers, and then it's November.