"Sammy, quit...wriggling."
They were at Bobby's for the weekend and Dean was trying to teach Sam how to ride a 2 wheeler.
He hadn't taught Sammy that if you were gonna fall, you should try to land on your knees though, not your hands.
Sammy had hit the gravel hard.
Hands first.
Dean was trying to be gentle, tender, but he knew it had to hurt like hell.
The little pieces were stuck all over his bloodied palms.
Dean grimaced, and his heart went out to little Sammy.
"You'll be OK buddy, just a little ouchie. You'll be OK."
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Finis.
