Splinters and Shadows
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A/N: Sorry I've been away for forever...My laptop got sent off to be repaired. Only had time for some short reviews on my school's computer. For some reason, my private, Christian school isn't a big fan of Supernatural...Anyway, enjoy!
"Ow! Ow! Dean!" Sammy cried as he hopped on one leg through the motel's door. Dean jumped to his feet and ran to the five year old, expecting the worst. Sammy's theatrics weren't helping his nerves either. Fat, flowing rivers of tears ran down his slightly chubby cheeks. Dean half carried Sammy to the closest bed that was covered with a hideous green pattern.
"Your foot, Sammy?" Dean asked him, frantically yet gently examining Sammy's small foot with sensitive hands. Sammy nodded his head. His tears were starting to cease because Dean was here now. He'd make it all better, he always did. Sammy yelped out in pain when Dean's fingers hit the spot of pain. Dean's hand recoiled like he would poison his brother if he touched him again.
Dean took a different hold on the little foot and searched, this time with worried hazel eyes, for any sign of what was causing his Sammy such pain, all the while Sammy was whimpering on the bed. Dean sighed in relief when he saw the cause of such unbearable pain.
"It's just a splinter Sammy. You're going to be fine," Dean told him. Sam looked up at Dean with huge, watery eyes.
"Are you sure?" Sammy asked. Dean cracked a small smile and nodded.
"I swear Sammy."
Dean ran into the room to find Sam on the floor of their old house, with a lamp cord wrapper around his throat. Sam didn't seem to be moving. Dean's brain stopped working. Instinct kicked in. Dean practically jumped the length of the room and was pulling with all his strength on the cord.
His instincts were battling his emotions. Instinct told him to deal with the poltergeist. Emotions told him to stay with Sammy. Finally, after what seemed like years to Dean, they came to and agreement. Dean whirled around and threw the small bag of only-Missouri-knew-what in the hole he just made. The flash of light blinded him but he made his way back to Sammy and gently unwrapped the cord from his little brother's neck. Dean almost cried out in relief when he realized his brother was still breathing. He pulled Sammy up into a brotherly hug, a hug Sam wouldn't think anything of. A hug disguised as checking him for further injuries. A hug that Sam couldn't pull away from if he tried anyway.
"Dean…" Sam whispered hoarsely. Dean smoothed Sam's sweaty hair down. He couldn't believe Sammy was alive. If he had hesitated just a few more seconds…Dean couldn't bear to think of that.
"You're going to be fine. I swear, Sammy."
A/N: Good? Bad? I need feedback! I had this idea for a while but...you already know the story with my laptop so no need to explain again. Anyway, I haven't written in FOREVER so this was just kind of testing the waters. Review please!