This is for the theme Monster

I still don't own them... sighs...

I got the idea for this from a Voltaire song called, you guessed it, Goodnight Demon Slayer and had planned on writing something for it for a long time now. If you have the chance to listen to the song I recommend it.

Goodnight Demon Slayer

"Sammy, go to sleep!" Dean rolled over, cracking one eye open towards his brother.

"I can't, Dean," the youngest Winchester would say no more, just resumed shining his flashlight around the small motel room.

Dean sighed in frustration, trying to roll over where Sam's light couldn't reach his face, but he couldn't find a reprieve from the probing light. Finally giving up, Dean sat up, determined to talk his brother into sleeping, their dad would be pissed if he came in and they were still awake.

"Why can't you sleep?" Wrapping his arms around his legs, Dean placed his chin on his knees, the perfect posture to show his baby brother he was perfectly patient to wait all night if it came down to that.

"The monsters," Sam's wide brown eyes were serious in his small face.

Dean suddenly understood, Sam just started school this year, part of the reason they were in a rented house instead of a motel, the other kids at school must have been telling him about the monster under the bed. Dean went through the same thing at Sam's age, but by then he knew when a monster was real and when they were not.

Debating on whether or not to give him the "monsters aren't real" speech that other kids got at this age Dean decided to go with a gentle truth. "You know, Sammy, just because monsters might be real doesn't mean that they can hurt you."

"Really?" Innocent wonder filled Sam's voice, John tried to keep his youngest out of the mess of their lives, so far he had done a pretty good job.

"Yeah, you just have to show them who's boss." Dean got a brilliant idea, "Yeah, you just have to let them know that there's no one out there scary than you man, that they don't wanna mess with you."

"How?" Sammy's voice grew in volume as his excitement grew. Dean winced, glancing at the door, hoping their dad didn't hear.

"Well first, you've got to lower your voice." Sam nodded his head, placing his hands over his mouth. "'K so, to start with, if the monster eats you, you just need to cut yourself out of him, preferably with a chainsaw, or an axe, anything that will make the biggest mess possible of the thing. Or, uh, or if you see some, uh," Dean wracked his brains, trying to think of some monsters that Sam would know. "Those harpy things, you know, the bird ladies, or anything really that looks like a bird, tell 'em that you'll fricassee them. Fry them for a chicken dinner, ya know."

Dean told Sam about all the ways he could imagine to kill a monster, to show them that he wasn't afraid, finally easing his brother's fears enough so that the six-year-old could finally sleep.

It would be another few years yet, before Sam would really get to go on a hunt, Dean had just done his first a few weeks ago.

"Goodnight, little demon slayer."