"When's daddy comin' home?" six year old little Sammy asked, barely able to look over the table on his tip toes to stare at ten year old Dean, reading a batman comic book.
"Like I said the last hundred times, he'll come back when he can." Dean has been stuck taking care of Sammy for as long as he can remember and his dad has barely been there, he's always out hunting, but Sammy doesn't know that, Dean wouldn't dare ruin Sam's childhood the way his was.
"But he's been gone for days!" Sam pouted as he sat on the floor, picking up an action figure and bending its arms, automatically stopping to play with it. Dean put down his comic and stretched as he stood up.
"Alright time for bed," Dean yawned as he picked up Sammy and brought him over to one of the small twin beds in the old worn down motel room.
"Get your pj's on and if you get ready fast I'll let you watch tv," Dean had to bribe Sammy because whenever he didn't, Sammy would whine.
"Ok!" Sam ran around and slipped on his camo shorts and white shirt, running to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Dean grabbed his clothes from his small blue bag and got dressed for bed, yawning as he waited for Sammy to get out of the bathroom.
Five minutes went by and still no Sammy.
"Sammy, what's taking so long!" Dean banged on the door. Dean panicked when no one responded and he busted the door open in a heartbeat, looking around for Sam, finding him passed out in the bathtub.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean screamed as he rushed over and picked up Sam, checking his head for a concussion. He must have fallen into the tub. As Dean rubbed his hand over Sam's scalp, he felt a large bump and warm sticky stuff that he knew all to well. He pulled his hand out of the already super long brown hair to reveal a puddle of red. Dean's heart raced as he quickly sat Sam onto the bed, not caring about the blood, and grabbing their dad's huge first aid kit.
"Sammy are you awake, come on Sammy!" Dean spoke as he quickly patched up Sam's head with gauze and tape. Sam's head lulled to the side and he slowly opened his eyes, squinting when his vision was blinded by light.
"Sam! How do you feel? Are you okay?" Dean remembered every word of what to say to someone who hit their head and signs to look out for if it's something serious, his dad had taught him when he was younger.
"Wha', my head hurts," Sam whined as he closed his eyes. Dean grabbed some liquid pain medicine since he knew Sam couldn't take pills yet and handed Sam a teaspoon full.
"Did you fall? or trip?" Dean spoke, staring straight at Sam's eyes, demanding an answer.
"Someone...pushed me," Sam took a breath as the pain medicine kicked him, making his head feel numb and tingly.
"Pushed you? Who?" Dean couldn't think of any way anyone could come in, there was no window in the bathroom and the room was empty except for him and Sam.
"This boy, he was taller than me and he was being mean," Sam cried as he glared at the bathroom. Dean just thought about how this could happen, going through all the things his dad had taught him. 'Well, dad's coming home tomorrow and he'll be able to handle this' Dean thought as he watched Sam's eyes grow sleepier.
"Lets get to bed and you can tell me all about this mean boy tomorrow, okay?" Dean told Sam as he put him on the bed and pulled up the covers.
"Okay," Sam was already asleep by the time his covers were over him. Dean finished getting ready for bed, making sure not to stay to long in the bathroom, then laid in bed, hoping that his dad had kept his promise of coming home tomorrow. His eyes slowly closed as he dreamed about being Batman, his favorite superhero.