No. 20: TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

prompt options: Lost, Field Medicine, Medieval

Setting: preseries

"I told you to turn left."

Dean glared at his brother.

"Well, I did," Sam insisted.

"Are you five?" Dean shook his head, throwing the duffel at his brother. "Hold that. I gotta take a leak."

"Make sure you don't get lost on the way."

Dean didn't even look over his shoulder, just gave his brother the finger as he made his way to the treeline.

Lost.

He scoffed. He wasn't lost. Maybe Sam was lost, but he knew where they were. Of course he did. Exactly where they were.

Yeah right.

He stared at the expanse of forest down the hill before him. Trees all looked the same. But these were very definitely new trees. Not trees they'd walked by a hundred times already. They migh not be going in the right direction, but they weren't walking in circles. He wasn't stupid.

The sun was starting to go down and there was a hint of a chill in the air now. Just super. It was going to be night and it was getting cold and they were in the middle of freakin' nowhere and they were 100% lost.

This was not going to go over well with Dad. At all.

Dean sighed, zipping up and turning around, ready to put on his best expression of careless bravado and BS his way past his brother's whiney protestations that they were lost.

"We're lost, aren't we?" Sam asked in a small voice.

He was standing there, the duffel bag in his arms nearly as big as he was and a hint of fear in his eyes. It wasn't whining now, it was legitimate fear. The great outdoors could seem awfully huge to a twelve year old. It had been a long time, but Dean still remembered feeling that way when he'd been out in the woods on his first few hunts with Dad.

"We're not lost, Sammy," Dean said with a grin. He strode over and grabbed the duffle bag. "Now, hop to it because I'm not going to wait around all night for you and your nature-hike lollygagging. I want pizza for dinner so we're going to need to be back at the car in less than an hour."

Sam's eyes widened and Dean had to mentally pat himself on the back.

"I don't lollygag," Sam said, and this time it was whining which was actually better than the fear. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and keeping stride with Dean.

"You dilly dally." Dean grinned, mussing his brother's hair.

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not!" Sam elbowed him, then dodged away before Dean could return the favor.

Laughing, Dean said, "Whatever, shorty."

"I'm not short!" This time the elbow was even more vicious, but Sam still dodged before Dean could get him back.

Which was fine, honestly. Because the important thing was that Sam was annoyed instead of scared and they were moving (hopefully in the right direction).

Dean could practically smell the pepperoni.

Sorry it's shorter than usual. But it felt more or less complete for a little scene. Hope you enjoyed!

tomorrow's theme/prompts: No. 21: I DON'T FEEL SO WELL, Chronic Pain, Hypothermia, Infection