SPN100 CHALLENGE: OUR LITTLE MAN

by SupernaturallyEgocentric

I haven't written nearly enough Weechester fics lately. I'm going to do a short(ish) drabble series. I'll post once weekly, using the SPN100 CHALLENGE word. No idea where it'll go. It all depends on the challenge word. Yay spontaneity! . Little Sammy-centric. I'm guessing you'll need tissues. THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THE STORY. The challenge word is hump.

2. Chapter 2

"Hey, kiddo. Heard there was a storm over there. You okay?"

"Uh huh." Sammy sniffed and rubbed his pajama sleeve across his nose. "When are you and Dad coming back?"

"I'm dunno." Dean's voice lowered. "Couple days. You got enough food, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you're staying inside?"

"Yeah." The six-year-old heard his father's deep voice beyond Dean and his brother said quickly, "Gotta go. I'll call tomorrow."

Sammy started to answer, but the dial tone cut him off.

Mouth trembling, he hung up the phone, then burrowed back under the covers, the storm outside a rumbling counterpoint to his sobs.