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priscaTitle: The Whispering Lighthouse
Character: little Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 417
Prompt: the whispering lighthouse
Rating: PG13
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„Where is Dad?“
The voice of his little brother let Dean put down his comic. „Go back to sleep. It's late.“
Sam sat up on the worn-out couch, staring at Dean, frowning. „He did go back to the lighthouse, right?“
„I don't know. Maybe. Yes, I guess. But that's nothing that should bother you. Go back to sleep.“
Silence for a long while; the little boy pulled the blanket closer around him, curling up into a ball. Dean sighed inwardly, grabbing his comic again. Too young, much too young. Sam shouldn't be here on the hunt together with his father and older brother. He was too young to understand. He deserved a better life, a home, friends, and a mom who cared for him. Sometimes, even he, Dean, missed her. But their mom was gone; she died in the evil fire some years ago already, and everything had changed...
„He will kill them, right? The whispering voices.“
Dean didn't have to look up to know that Sam was fighting with tears, and he cursed inwardly. He would have preferred to be with his dad now, facing the unknown, instead of playing the babysitter for his much too tender-hearted brother.
„There is no other way. They are monsters; they hurt others. Someone needs to stop them. And Dad is a good hunter. You don't need to worry.“
„They didn't sound like a monster; they sounded sad. Maybe they have a good reason for their behavior. Maybe they only try to defend themselves, or someone hurt their loved ones, and they are desperate now and alone. Maybe they are not evil but only need help.“
„Lots of 'maybe,' don't you think so,“ Dean snarled. „C'mon, Sam, this is not your business; Dad knows what he's doing.“
„But...“
„Sam! Stop it!“ Suddenly, Dean's voice was so annoyed that the little boy flinched visibly, making him feel bad. He stood up and walked over to the couch, putting a hand on Sam's cheek, which was covered with tears. „It's okay,“ he murmured. „Everything is going to be okay.
Hey, I have an idea. What do you think about a hot cacao? And I could tell you a story about Winnie Poo. Would you like that?“
Sam kept quiet for a moment; at least the tears stopped running. „No sweets after brushing your teeth, Dad says.“
Dean smiled weakly. „Well, Dad is not around, and if you won't tell him... I won't either."
Character: little Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 417
Prompt: the whispering lighthouse
Rating: PG13
:::
„Where is Dad?“
The voice of his little brother let Dean put down his comic. „Go back to sleep. It's late.“
Sam sat up on the worn-out couch, staring at Dean, frowning. „He did go back to the lighthouse, right?“
„I don't know. Maybe. Yes, I guess. But that's nothing that should bother you. Go back to sleep.“
Silence for a long while; the little boy pulled the blanket closer around him, curling up into a ball. Dean sighed inwardly, grabbing his comic again. Too young, much too young. Sam shouldn't be here on the hunt together with his father and older brother. He was too young to understand. He deserved a better life, a home, friends, and a mom who cared for him. Sometimes, even he, Dean, missed her. But their mom was gone; she died in the evil fire some years ago already, and everything had changed...
„He will kill them, right? The whispering voices.“
Dean didn't have to look up to know that Sam was fighting with tears, and he cursed inwardly. He would have preferred to be with his dad now, facing the unknown, instead of playing the babysitter for his much too tender-hearted brother.
„There is no other way. They are monsters; they hurt others. Someone needs to stop them. And Dad is a good hunter. You don't need to worry.“
„They didn't sound like a monster; they sounded sad. Maybe they have a good reason for their behavior. Maybe they only try to defend themselves, or someone hurt their loved ones, and they are desperate now and alone. Maybe they are not evil but only need help.“
„Lots of 'maybe,' don't you think so,“ Dean snarled. „C'mon, Sam, this is not your business; Dad knows what he's doing.“
„But...“
„Sam! Stop it!“ Suddenly, Dean's voice was so annoyed that the little boy flinched visibly, making him feel bad. He stood up and walked over to the couch, putting a hand on Sam's cheek, which was covered with tears. „It's okay,“ he murmured. „Everything is going to be okay.
Hey, I have an idea. What do you think about a hot cacao? And I could tell you a story about Winnie Poo. Would you like that?“
Sam kept quiet for a moment; at least the tears stopped running. „No sweets after brushing your teeth, Dad says.“
Dean smiled weakly. „Well, Dad is not around, and if you won't tell him... I won't either."