Disclaimer: I own many things but Supernatural isn't one of them.
Author's Note: So this drabble started off with the idea of Dean eating dirt, because somebody told him to "eat dirt". It sort of grew from there. 100 words on the dot. If people don't mind some shameless plugging, the start of my multi-chaptered story is now up - Clouds Dripping Lemonade. AU, John made the deal with the YED - his soul for Dean's life. He should've known better than to trust demons... Fans should know that you can never keep a Dean dead. (At least, not a Dean Winchester. Can't say the same about Dean Martin.)
Spoilers/Warnings: Wee!Chesters. Hurt!Dean, worried!John, worried!Sam.
Thanks to Onyx Moonbeam and Enkidu07 as always.
Dirt
His daddy looked worried and Dean didn't look good. His face was flushed, sweaty and sometimes he'd cough so hard, Sammy wondered if he was going to throw up.
Should he tell daddy? If it made Dean all better...
"Daddy? I know why Dean's sick. He ate dirt." He blurted out. "Some boys told Dean to eat dirt, so he did. That's why he's ill."
John's lips twitched upwards. He doubted that Dean's flu had anything to do with dirt...but he'd have to ask him about this later. And it was cute that little Sammy cared that much about Dean.
