Partners in Crime
Chapter 4: House Arrest
By: lj user=flower_envy
Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor do I make any money off of it.
Warnings: Wee!chesters.
Rating: G
Word Count: 586
Pairings: none
Spoilers: none
Miscellaneous: Comments are love!
Prompt: #90 – Stash
P.O.V.: Sammy (8 years old)
Summary: Sam and Dean are locked in the motel room waiting for their dad to return from a hunt.
It had been a month since the Clifton incident. Dad still wouldn't let the boys go anywhere by themselves. So they were trapped in the stuffy motel room all day long; some days Bobby or Pastor Jim would watch them, and other times they'd be alone in the room for days at a time – just waiting for some news of their father, or for his angry, drunk return.
Sam rummaged through the cabinets, praying for some form of food or another to turn up. Smiling, he popped open the last box of cereal and found only a few crumbs at the bottom. "DEAN!" he shouted, hunger winning out over calm.
His brother had been asleep on the bed, their last quarters rattling away in the form of Magic Fingers. At the sound of his brother shouting for him, he shot up, breathing "Sammy?" as if his life depended on figuring out what was wrong. Sam had heard this call too many times to not appreciate its meaning. But right now he was too angry to be moved by his brother's need to protect him.
"Dean, you ate the last of the Lucky Charms," Sam said critically.
Dean shrugged at his brother and lay back down to enjoy the final moments of Magic Fingers.
"You realize there's no more food, right?" Sammy continued.
"Always the practical one," Dean muttered, ignoring him.
"And you just spent the last of our money on Magic Fingers?" Sam shouted angrily.
"Relax, Sherlock. Dad'll be back any time, and if he isn't, then Bobby or Pastor Jim will visit."
"I'm hungry, Dean," Sammy whined, giving his big brother his best puppy-dog look. But Dean's eyes were shut, and the smile on his face said that he was enjoying the last of their money immensely. "Dad's only been gone a few days – it could be another couple weeks before he comes back. Bobby said he and Pastor Jim were going on a hunt of their own across the country. No one's coming, and we have no food."
"Listen, Sammy," Dean said as soothingly as he could manage. Dean's eyes were still shut, but Sam still felt like his brother was looking at him. "I told you to relax. It's gonna be fine if you just calm down."
Dean sat up as the Magic Fingers ceased, and Sam saw a mischievous look in his brother's eye. "How is it gonna be okay?" Sammy coaxed.
Dean looked from Sammy to the empty box he still held. He winked slyly and replied, "So, you're hungry, Washington?"
"Yes," Sam nodded.
Dean lay back on the bed, stomach down this time, and leaned over the edge. Sam watched as his brother dug around under the bed for a while. His brother rose, swinging his legs around to sit cross-legged on the bed, and opened a box of Cheez-Its. He held the box out to Sam as if offering for him to stick his hand in and take some. "Here ya go, kiddo."
"They're good?" Sammy asked cautiously.
"They're Cheez-Its, Sam," Dean answered, annoyed. "The worst they can be is stale."
Now Sam was the annoyed one. "And you've had them this whole time – just hiding under your bed?"
"Of course, Sammy. Gotta be prepared for anything," he responded calmly as Sam took some crackers and sat on the bed beside him, legs dangling below him, unable to reach the ground. "I've got desert down there, too, squirt," Dean finished, ruffling Sam's hair before setting in on the crackers.
To be continued.
Other Chapters:
Break Away (1) | Research (2) | Aftermath (3)