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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: First snow
Character: Dean & Sam Winchester
Word Count: 337
Prompt: Weechesters, Sammy’s first snow
Finished: December 2016
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Dean was startled out of his sleep by the outcry of his little brother. Immediately, he was wide awake. His father had warned him often enough to be on the watch anytime.
"It's important, Dean. When I can't be around, it's up to you to take care of Sammy. He's still too young to understand."
And Dean had felt torn apart. He was proud that his father put that much trust in him. But then again, the responsibility was somehow frightening. What if he failed one day? He knew his father would never forgive him if something happened to Sam. And he wouldn't, either.
Still drowsy, Dean looked over to the old sofa where Sammy should be sleeping. But besides the old, rumpled blanket, it was empty. Almost panicking, Dean jumped up and looked around at the small hut, expecting the worst. The relief was immense when he found his little brother standing in front of the small window, shoeless, only in his boxers, despite the cold in the hut.
„Sammy?“
No answer.
„Sammy!“ Slightly annoyed, Dean walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder to shake him. "What are you doing here? You are freezing to death.“
Sam stared at him with wide open eyes, then he pointed outside with his little fingers. Dean blinked, once, twice. The world had changed overnight. Yesterday, the hut had been standing on a small clearing: a meadow, some trees, and a small woodshed. Now everything has vanished under a thick, white snow cover.
Dean laughed out loud, all his anger gone. He had always liked winter more than hot, sticky summer days. The little boy beside him looked at him questioningly.
"Snow, Sammy," explained Dean. "That's snow."
„Snowman,“ Sam asked, remembering a story Dean had told him some days ago.
Dean smiled wide and nodded. „Yeah. We can dress up and go outside to build a snowman. Would you like that?“
Sammy's eyes sparkled with excitement while he grabbed for his sweater.
„Snowman,“ he repeated. "I like!"
Character: Dean & Sam Winchester
Word Count: 337
Prompt: Weechesters, Sammy’s first snow
Finished: December 2016
:::
Dean was startled out of his sleep by the outcry of his little brother. Immediately, he was wide awake. His father had warned him often enough to be on the watch anytime.
"It's important, Dean. When I can't be around, it's up to you to take care of Sammy. He's still too young to understand."
And Dean had felt torn apart. He was proud that his father put that much trust in him. But then again, the responsibility was somehow frightening. What if he failed one day? He knew his father would never forgive him if something happened to Sam. And he wouldn't, either.
Still drowsy, Dean looked over to the old sofa where Sammy should be sleeping. But besides the old, rumpled blanket, it was empty. Almost panicking, Dean jumped up and looked around at the small hut, expecting the worst. The relief was immense when he found his little brother standing in front of the small window, shoeless, only in his boxers, despite the cold in the hut.
„Sammy?“
No answer.
„Sammy!“ Slightly annoyed, Dean walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder to shake him. "What are you doing here? You are freezing to death.“
Sam stared at him with wide open eyes, then he pointed outside with his little fingers. Dean blinked, once, twice. The world had changed overnight. Yesterday, the hut had been standing on a small clearing: a meadow, some trees, and a small woodshed. Now everything has vanished under a thick, white snow cover.
Dean laughed out loud, all his anger gone. He had always liked winter more than hot, sticky summer days. The little boy beside him looked at him questioningly.
"Snow, Sammy," explained Dean. "That's snow."
„Snowman,“ Sam asked, remembering a story Dean had told him some days ago.
Dean smiled wide and nodded. „Yeah. We can dress up and go outside to build a snowman. Would you like that?“
Sammy's eyes sparkled with excitement while he grabbed for his sweater.
„Snowman,“ he repeated. "I like!"