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priscaTitle: The Fair
Character: young Dean, young Sam
Word Count: 300
Prompt:
, Yahtzee 2022, card 2, fill 2
Finished: 17.05.2022
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Annoyed, Dean looked up from his car magazine. „Sammy, why don't you paint a picture or finally go to sleep?“
„I'm not tired.“ The little boy was kneeling on a small, wooden chair, staring out of the window. „Have you ever been to a fair?“
Dean shrugged. „Once, or twice.“ When their mom had still been around, when they had been a normal family. When they had lived in a real home, not in another shabby motel room every few days. But he had learned not to complain; a hunter was supposed to live on the roads; he would go wherever necessary to save other people from unknown dangers. One day he would be a great hunter like his dad was.
Sam though... Thoughtfully Dean watched his little brother, who couldn't take his eyes from the colorful blinking lights on the other side of the road. He was still an innocent toddler.
„I can smell cotton candy,“ he said now, licking his lips.
Dean grinned; suddenly making a decision, he put down his magazine and got up from the bed. „Get your coat!“
„What? We're going out?“
„I have some money left,“ Dean said, tapping at his pocket. „Enough for candy apples and a ride on the carousel.“
Sam's eyes widened in surprise. „Woah. We are going to the fair?“ Excitedly he hopped down from the chair, then his face darkened. „But dad! He will get angry when he finds out.“
„Dad will not be back until tomorrow,“ Dean answered, pushing back the last bit of remorse. It was only a visit to a small fair; what bad could happen there? „And if you don't tell him...“
„Can we also ride the Ferris wheel?“
„Whatever you want. C'mon, let's have some fun tonight.“
Character: young Dean, young Sam
Word Count: 300
Prompt:
, Yahtzee 2022, card 2, fill 2Finished: 17.05.2022
:::
Annoyed, Dean looked up from his car magazine. „Sammy, why don't you paint a picture or finally go to sleep?“
„I'm not tired.“ The little boy was kneeling on a small, wooden chair, staring out of the window. „Have you ever been to a fair?“
Dean shrugged. „Once, or twice.“ When their mom had still been around, when they had been a normal family. When they had lived in a real home, not in another shabby motel room every few days. But he had learned not to complain; a hunter was supposed to live on the roads; he would go wherever necessary to save other people from unknown dangers. One day he would be a great hunter like his dad was.
Sam though... Thoughtfully Dean watched his little brother, who couldn't take his eyes from the colorful blinking lights on the other side of the road. He was still an innocent toddler.
„I can smell cotton candy,“ he said now, licking his lips.
Dean grinned; suddenly making a decision, he put down his magazine and got up from the bed. „Get your coat!“
„What? We're going out?“
„I have some money left,“ Dean said, tapping at his pocket. „Enough for candy apples and a ride on the carousel.“
Sam's eyes widened in surprise. „Woah. We are going to the fair?“ Excitedly he hopped down from the chair, then his face darkened. „But dad! He will get angry when he finds out.“
„Dad will not be back until tomorrow,“ Dean answered, pushing back the last bit of remorse. It was only a visit to a small fair; what bad could happen there? „And if you don't tell him...“
„Can we also ride the Ferris wheel?“
„Whatever you want. C'mon, let's have some fun tonight.“