SUPERHERO
Not all Superheroes wear a cape … (wee!chesters)
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Six-year-old Sam sat at the rickety table in their latest motel base and watched as Dean carefully placed a steaming bowl of Spaghettios in front of him.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean smiled; "eat up 'fore it gets cold, then we can go and look at my Spiderman comic book. I got it from the dime store yesterday with some money I got for washing the receptionist's car. She gave me enough for a candy bar too, so we can share that as well – but only after you've finished your Spaghettios."
"'kay Dean," Sam grinned a gap-toothed grin, his face already smeared with orange sauce.
"It'd be so cool to be a Superhero, woul'nt it Sammy," Dean mused as he chewed on the last remaining crust of bread in the cupboard. "If I was goin' to invent a superhero, I'd make it so that he could go invisible, and spy on the bad guys, then – ZAP – he'd burn them all up with lightning bolts that he fires from his eyes! He'd run like lightning too, an' his name would be Captain Thunderbolt."
Sam giggled, "but Dean, if he fired lightning from his eyes, he'd burn his face all up!"
"No, he wouldn't, see," Dean retorted; "'cause his skin would be made of … uh, um, well … uh, you know, like, fireproof stuff."
Sam looked back down at the comic and gazed intently at the printed images across the page. Lost in thought, he traced a fingertip across the brightly coloured shapes and words that he saw there.
"I don't need to invent a superhero," he murmured absently.
"Why not?" Dean asked; "superheroes are so cool."
"Yeah, I know they are," Sam replied quietly as he looked back up from the book at Dean; "I already know a real one."
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