Old E/O Challenge word CHEST. Not all treasure is silver and gold. –Jack Sparrow POTC. Wee!Chesters.
People seem to be fond of my brotherly fluff stories, so I'll continue writing them until I run out of ideas.
This is a double drabble. Exactly 200 words.
Sam is seven, Dean is eleven.
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"Arrr!" Dean thrust a stick at Sam. "Away you scurvy dog!"
Sam parried with his own imaginary sword. "Never!"
Dean let his little brother push him across the empty lot.
"Ahha!"
Sam's 'sword' slipped past his brother's and Dean guided it under his arm.
"Ack! You've got me!" He sank to the ground, unmoving.
"Dean?"
"Grah!"
Sam squealed as Dean grabbed him and tickled his sides. "Ahhh! Dean, stop!"
Dean laughed. "Alright. Wanna help me bury that treasure chest?"
"Yeah!"
Dean sat up on his knees and pointed to the ground. "Put your back into it!"
Sam dug a little hole with his hand. "Aye, Captain!"
As Sam worked, Dean pulled out a matchbox and pocketknife. "C'mere."
Sam stilled as Dean cut off a lock of his hair and tucked it into the box. "That's treasure?"
"Yeah, Sammy, that's treasure," Dean said. "You're treasure."
"What about you? Aren't you treasure too?"
"Uh…"
"C'mon, Dean."
Dean took a bit of his own hair and sliced it off, tucking it neatly alongside Sam's piece. "Happy?"
"Yeah."
Together they laid their 'treasure chest' into the ground and covered it up.
"So, we're both treasure, huh?" Sam asked.
Dean smiled. "Yeah. Always and forever."
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