A/N So this is a semi-sad fanfic but anyways, this is Dean POV on the night of the fire
November 2nd, 1983
Sammy was crying. Why was Sammy crying? 'Maybe he's hungry, Mommy said Sammy cries when he's hungry' I sat on my bed, not wanting to get in trouble for being up so late, but also really really wanting to go check on Sammy. I was gonna go to Sammy when I heard someone already walking to his room. Daddy was still downstairs so it was Mommy.
I didn't understand why Mommy ran back upstairs after going down, it was silly. Mommy always told me not to run on the stairs, why was she running? I got out of my bed as quiet as a mouse and pushed my door open a little to peak out.
I jumped as Mommy screamed, and it wasn't a mad scream, it was like an ouchie scream. Like when Jay broke his arm last month, he made an ouchie scream too. 'What's wrong with Mommy? Did she break her arm too?' Daddy ran up the stairs too, all the way to Sammy's room, like Mommy had.
Then Daddy screamed too and I ran to Sammy's room, if Daddy screamed then something really, really bad had happened! Sammy's door was open and it was hot and there was fire. I looked up at the roof and saw a lady but she didn't look like a lady anymore and it was scary.
Then Daddy was in front of me, hiding the lady on the roof. He gave me Sammy and I looked him over the second he was in my arms, making sure he didn't have any ouchies too. "Take your brother and go, Dean. Now, Dean, go!" I held Sammy tight, but not too tight, and ran.
I ran down the stairs, even though Mommy always said not to, and ran outside. I stopped in the middle of the front yard and turned to look at the house, seeing the fire through Sammy's window. "It's okay Sammy, I got you."
A/N And there it is, short, kinda feelsyish, sweet. Hope you liked it!
Potato out! *rolls away*