This is a little ficlet from a prompt I got a while ago, for a jealous!Dean. And I thought it turned out pretty good.
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Being 4 stunk. It also didn't help that Dean's little brother got all of the attention. All his mommy and daddy ever did was ogle over little Sam. Dean had just assumed that his parents didn't think he was cute anymore. Or that they just liked Sam better.
Some days were worse than others when Dean just felt ignored. He was riding his little tricycle that his dad had painted especially for him to look like a motorcycle. His mom was busy holding the baby, crooning to him in a little voice.
Dean got off the bike, a little irritated and maybe even jealous, and said "Mommy, can I have some juice?"
"Maybe in a little bit honey. Go ride your bike, then I'll make you a sandwich too. It's just about lunchtime." She only looked up to smile at him for one second before looking back down to Sam who was happily babbling nonsense. She giggled and rubbed noses with him, completely oblivious to her fuming son.
"Okay, fine." he said, stomping away, trying to control his anger. Sam was his little brother, he had to share his parents. But somehow, he still felt jealous at him.
'Stupid Sam. Stupid parents.'
He got back on his bike and started riding away fastly, not caring that his mom had told him not to pass a certain line on the sidewalk. He rode farther and farther until he just about reached the end of the street. He was going too fast and he didn't notice the big stone about to get run over by his wheel.
The wheel of his bike turned, throwing Dean headfirst off of his bike, and he landed on the sidewalk hard. All the while, he could hear his mom screaming his name bloody-murder. He didn't want to move, he could feel that he was scraped in a ton of places. He did open his eyes though, and he saw his mother running as fast as she could towards him.
She dropped onto her knees, seemingly not caring that she was in a dress, and put her hand out towards him, checking his bones. Nothing hurt too bad, and she sighed, relieved. Then her face sterned and she said "Dean, I told you not to pass the line."
"Sorry," Dean said sadly. "I forgot."
She looked at him, then back and John who was holding little Sammy, and then turned to face her eldest son, smiling. "Just don't do it again. Now, let's go get you cleaned up and get you those sandwiches, huh?"
He started to sit up and said "Ooh, yes please!" Mary led Dean into the house by his hand, and put him onto the counter to check him up. She liked to be called doctor Mary whenever Dean had hurt himself.
"So, how can Dr. Mary help you today, young man?"
Dean laughed, then pointed to his scrapes saying "I fell and need a band-aid. But I want a Spiderman one please."
"Sure thing kiddo." Mary said, going to get the band-aids. When she returned, she wiped Dean's cuts on his hands and knees with alchohol, holding his hand when he yelled in pain.
She put the last band-aid on his hand, and grabbed it. He felt much better about Sam because he was getting more attention, and his bad mood was gone. Dean watched, smiling, as she kissed it and said "There. All better."