A/N: so yeah this is a new set I'm doing. And I'm looking for prompts. You have an idea please feel free to send them my way.
Characters: wee!Dean, wee!Caroline, and of course the Impala.
Summary: When Caroline was eight she met a little boy that she would remember for a lifetime.
Category: Comfort
/White Knights Riding Away on a Dragon/
She was a small child and mostly kept to herself Bonnie tried peeling her out of her shell but it was hard going. No one knew what went on in her head what made her green eyes sparkle and shine like tiny gemstones. Caroline did. Like most little girls she dreamed of a prince on a white horse that would swoop down and rescue her from her misery. He would take one look at her and would know what was wrong all he had to do was look at her. Something most people did not do these days. It was easy to look over a little girl that plastered herself to the wall trying her hardest to look as inconspicuous as possible. But her white knight would happen along one day when she needed him the most. She was a girl that believed in the power of fairy tales.
Then one day when the day was long and the sun was just beginning to set setting the world on fire with purple and red flames he came along. She was walking home her mind on other things wondering as it was wont to do. She imagined herself in a pretty green dress that ballooned out around her, her hair was long and in thick braids. She looked out a window in the highest tower of the castle in this day dream and she saw her white knight atop his white horse his golden hair glowing in the bright sun like a crown. Her heart sped up and she knew that he was coming to rescue her from the evil witch. Suddenly her day dreaming was cut short when a group of people shoved her to the ground sending her dreams and her book scattering to the ground.
Her skinny knees scrapped against the ground and she cried out in pain. She turned so she was sitting on her butt and pulled her burning knees up to her chest diamond bright tears glittered on her eyelashes but she refused to let them fall refuse to let this group of mean girls and boys see her pain. Burying her face in her knees she tried to block out their mean faces and cruel words. Words that sliced her up and down and made her bleed on the inside. Her mind screamed for her white knight and just when she was sure that she was one her own just when she was sure that white knights and their horses never existed her savior came. His voice was a bit high pitched but when she looked up at him and into his bright green eyes, eyes the color of a pond with golden leaves dotted in them she saw the fierceness of his gaze. She was glad it was directed at the group and not her.
He yelled at them pushed through the group and held his small hand out for hers. And she knew that no matter how old this boy was he wasn't someone that would turn his back on someone in need. His thumb grazed the back of her hand silently telling her she was okay. He helped her to stand wrapping an arm around her shoulders steering her clear of the group he walked her the rest of the way to her house. And as she watched him walk away and climb into a big black car her belief in white knights was renewed. Only they didn't ride on white horses, no the rode in big black cars that shinned like a mirror its engine that roared like a dragon. Apparently white knights rode dragons and not horses at all.
