E/0 Drabble Challenge Alert
Drabble Word: Alert
Total Words: 383
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own them…but it is a nice dream don't you think? I just like playing in his sandbox.
Sammy: age 4
Dean: age 8
Using the challenge word to try to get my muse working so not really following the word limit. A Wee!Chester fic.
Darn it, I caught some pesky grammar stuff…hopefully you'll enjoy it more, now.
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High alert, Dean was on guard and trying to make his little brother believe everything was fine and they were playing a little game of camping out in the closet. Tapping? Was that a tapping sound at the window? Dean grasped the big stick a little tighter in his hands. Damn, I should have grabbed the shotgun…what was I thinking?
Berated himself for not thinking when he woke up with a start. He had his knife in his boot, but he hadn't really been awake when he had persuaded his brother it would be a fun place to sleep for the night.
"I gotta pee."
"Okay, in a minute."
"No, I really gotta peeee!" Little Sammy dragged the last vowel of the word out just to show how desperate he felt.
"Look, I'll take you in a minute…just be quiet for a second, I need to listen." A loud pop made him jump. Decision time. Could he risk it and how did he keep Sammy from figuring out that it wasn't a game, something scary was out there. Unsafe…dangerous…
the exact opposite of his father's wishes and his job to keep Sammy safe, always.
"Dean, I'm not playing."
"Fine, I'm taking you but you stay behind me, that's an order."
"It's just a game, Dean. We can take a break from the game to go to the bathroom." All knowing like only a four-year-old could be.
A loud bang startled both brothers and Sammy jumped into Dean's arms.
"Dean, Sammy…where the hell are you?" A worried voice barked.
Relief at the knowledge his dad was back, ready to take charge kept him quiet at first, unable to say anything until his little brother piped up.
"Dad, we're in here and I've gotta pee and Dean won't let me go." Sammy pouted.
The closet door creaked open, protective eyes peered in. "It's secure, Dean…good job. Come on, Sammy, you can come out now. Good job on listening to your brother."
"It was just a game," he muttered as he ran the mad dash to the bathroom.
Father's arms collected the oldest boy into a bear hug. "It's okay, Dean…you're safe now. You did good job, Kiddo." Squeezing him tight to the point where he almost couldn't breathe. "I got it, you boys are safe now. Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around."