Dean was sitting at his desk finishing up his homework; or at least trying to finish it. Between the fly that kept landing on the eraser of his pencil and the raindrops racing each other down the window, Dean was having trouble keeping his attention on something as boring as homework.
He let out a sigh as he looked back down at his vocabulary. Why did he even have to know these words anyway? It's not like he didn't already know all the words he needed.
Suddenly, a soft whisper coming from the living room caught his attention. It was a small voice, a Sammy sized voice. But Dad wasn't home, so who could he possibly be talking to?
Not that it was all that unusual to have Sammy talking to nobody in particular. His little brother often seemed to talk to himself while he was playing with his toy soldiers or drawing a picture. Heck, Sammy would sometimes even sing to himself while he used the bathroom, feeling comforted by the soft voice of himself.
This however wasn't like any of those times, and the soft voice that Dean heard was most definitely talking to another person.
Setting his pencil down, Dean got up from his desk and ventured out to the living room. Upon entering the room, Dean noticed his little brother kneeling on the floor and whispering into the air. Soft giggles escaped his lips as he replied to the emptiness.
Dean took a step closer and then spoke up.
"Hey Sammy," He greeted, "Who ya talkin' to?"
Sam looked over as he noticed Dean's presence.
"My friend," was his short reply.
"Sam I thought I told you that imaginary friends are for babies," Dean reminded.
Sam gave a sideways glance at the empty spot before looking back to his brother.
"But he isn't imaginary Dean!" Sam promised, "He says he's my special friend; my friend Lucy!"
"Lucy?" Dean asked confused, "And what's 'Lucy' saying to you?"
"That he's my special friend!" Sam repeated, annoyed, "He said that me and him are gonna play pretend someday, and that I get to be just like him soon!"
"Yeah and that's not creepy at all," Dean mumbled to himself, "Sam are you sure Lucy's not imaginary?"
Dean was skeptical of this new 'friend' of Sammy's. Hearing voices was definitely not a good thing, especially considering what their dad did, however, this was Sammy, and his little brother often let his imagination run away from him.
"Deeean, I told you, he's real!" Sam huffed, a pout beginning to form, "an' he says to stop saying he's not or he'll get real mad!"
Dean considered questioning Sammy once more, demanding that he quit playing pretend; but he stopped himself.
"Ok Sammy, he's real," Dean agreed, holding his hands in the air in surrender, "Sorry if I offended you Lucy."
Sammy was only going to be a little kid for a bit longer, Dean reasoned. He might as well let Sam use his imagination while he still had one.
He smirked at his baby brother once more, shaking his head at the childlike innocence, before retreating to his room. In the silence he could hear Sammy's soft whispers start up again as he continued his discussion with his new friend 'Lucy.'
A/N- Ok this was way shorter than intended, but it was new territory for me. This was requested anonymously on Tumblr. I hope it was enjoyable and please leave a review to let me know what you think!
