NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Hey y'all! This was a request from my good friend Priya723. She was wanting me to write a Wee!chester fic, and here it is! Takes place in 1989, so Dean's 10 and Sammy is 6…. John's off hunting again ;) Hope y'all like it, it's just a short one-shot. If ANYONE has any requests for me (preferably not slash, I can't write that, SORRY!) please feel FREE to send me them! :D Enjoy and review!
"Dean, when's Daddy getting back?" Sam Winchester questioned his older brother. Dean sighed, passing the popcorn to his little brother. He happily munched away. They were watching "Pet Semetary" on television. Dean loved to watch horror movies when his father wasn't home. They didn't scare him, because even at age ten, he know a lot more about ghosts and zombies then those big-shot movie producers.
"I dunno Sammy… soon." Dean answered him, stealing back the popcorn. He didn't even wince when Gage comes back for Louis.
"Dean, why does that little kid want to hurt that man?" Sam asked innocently, eyes glued to the screen.
"Uh, I don't know. He just does Sam." he replied, unsure himself. Sam scooted closer to Dean.
"This is kinda scary, Dean." Sam said, grabbing his older brother's arm suddenly, causing Dean to spill half their popcorn.
"Sam!" Dean scolded. "You have to learn to be tougher!" After a minute of silence he added, "Dad is tough."
"Y-yeah he is. But has he ever met Gage Creed before Dean, huh?" Sammy protested, hesitantly edging away from his brother.
"Just watch Sammy." he ordered, mouth full of buttery goodness.
Finally, the film ended. Sam was half-asleep next to Dean, eyelids fluttering shut.
"Okay, Sam. Bedtime." Dean gently prodded Sam with his finger. "Sammy, c'mon, you know I can't carry you." Sam reluctantly opened his eyes.
"'M tired Dean…." he mumbled sleepily.
"I know, so come on. You'll be a lot more comfortable in your bed." Dean said, tugging him off the couch.
"Okay." Sam agreed, stumbling a little behind Dean. They entered their bedroom.
"Can I sleep with you? Pretty please?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes.
"No Sammy, there's two beds and they're like, four feet apart. I'm right here." Dean assured him, ruffling his curly brown hair.
"'Kay. Can you tuck me in?"
"Of course. Don't I always?"
Sam crawled onto his bed in a daze and almost fell off. Dean pushed him back up and pulled the sheets over him.
"G'night Sammy." he whispered, now making his way to his own bed.
"Night Dean." Sam mumbled, pulling the quilt up to his chin and turning over.
Dean awoke to a mysterious sound. He sat up in bed quickly. What was that? He grabbed his pocket knife from his pillow case and listened. Suddenly, he heard the sound again. It sounded like a muffled… sneeze?
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and almost stepped on his little brother. Dean jumped.
"Sammy? What are you doing on the floor?"
Sam was curled up into a ball, shivering.
"There was a sp-spider in my bed." he stuttered, shaking.
"What? Why didn't you wake me up?" Dean asked, pulling his kid brother up from the floor. Sam hugged him tightly.
"B-because you said to be t-tough. You said I should be like Daddy." he buried his face in Dean's shirt.
"Well, you can sleep in my bed tonight Sammy. I'm here for you."
