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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Hide & Seek
Characters: whee Sam, young Dean, John Winchester
Prompt: weechesters, playing in the rain
Word Count: 580 words
Finished: June 2016
Feeling worn out, John was finally returning to the old shack in the woods, their home for some weeks. It had been a dreadfully long day; it seemed as if the autumn storm, which was raging over the town for a week, had pulled in every kind of monster.
When the Impala rolled onto the small clearing, he stiffened. A small, dark figure was running through the rain, hiding behind a tree, obviously observing the shack. A ghost? A daemon? A monster he had missed to kill and which was now threatening his sons?
John was able to deal with almost every situation, but since he had witnessed his beloved wife burning to death, the thought that something similar might happen to his sons one day, too, was his biggest nightmare. He tried to teach Dean to take care of himself and of his little brother, he was a good and willing student but still so inexperienced. Too young for a life as a hunter, John knew this well enough.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. This was just a case like all the others; kill the monster, save the clueless victims. The moment he left the car, he could hear it.
A suppressed laugh, then: “Dean! C'mon and find me.“
John paled, relief and anger rushing through his body. Leaving every caution behind, he rushed over to the little figure, grabbed the arm, and pulled the small body around. Startled, Sam cried out, staring into his father's dark eyes, not recognizing him in the first shock.
Only a moment later Dean's voice. „Sam? Sammy? What's happened?“
The fear in his voice was hard to ignore. Only a second later, he was there, with a big knife in his hands. He stopped dead when he recognized his father.
„What the hell is going on here, Dean,“ John bellowed. „What about the order: 'Don't leave the house' you didn't understand? How can you bring Sammy into this danger?“
Sam started to sniffle; it was hard to say if tears or just the rain were wetting his pale face. Dean stretched out his hand to wipe them away; then he turned to his father. Defiance was sparkling in his eyes; John had never noticed before. Dean had learned to trust his father and follow his words without protest.
„He wasn't in danger. I've double-checked the surroundings before going out with him.“
„Was there a reason to do that? Like, a real threat inside the shack?“
„Nothing like that, no.“ Dean shook his head. „But Sam had a nightmare; the air in the shack was muggy, and he was so afraid. I needed to find something to distract him. Sammy loves playing Hide and Seek.“
John closed his eyes for a split second. Once again, he wished Mary would still be around; not only did he miss his wife, but the boys needed a mother; a mother who would understand what was going on in their heads. Hide and seek? A storm was raging, the world was taken over by all kind of monsters, and Dean decided to play Hide and Seek with his little brother? Not sure what to think of this, John finally loosed his grip around Sam's arm.
„C'mon, let's get back inside and change clothes. We are all wet to the bones, and we don't want to catch a cold.“
Protective Dean put his arm around his little brother's shoulder before following his father.
Characters: whee Sam, young Dean, John Winchester
Prompt: weechesters, playing in the rain
Word Count: 580 words
Finished: June 2016
Feeling worn out, John was finally returning to the old shack in the woods, their home for some weeks. It had been a dreadfully long day; it seemed as if the autumn storm, which was raging over the town for a week, had pulled in every kind of monster.
When the Impala rolled onto the small clearing, he stiffened. A small, dark figure was running through the rain, hiding behind a tree, obviously observing the shack. A ghost? A daemon? A monster he had missed to kill and which was now threatening his sons?
John was able to deal with almost every situation, but since he had witnessed his beloved wife burning to death, the thought that something similar might happen to his sons one day, too, was his biggest nightmare. He tried to teach Dean to take care of himself and of his little brother, he was a good and willing student but still so inexperienced. Too young for a life as a hunter, John knew this well enough.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. This was just a case like all the others; kill the monster, save the clueless victims. The moment he left the car, he could hear it.
A suppressed laugh, then: “Dean! C'mon and find me.“
John paled, relief and anger rushing through his body. Leaving every caution behind, he rushed over to the little figure, grabbed the arm, and pulled the small body around. Startled, Sam cried out, staring into his father's dark eyes, not recognizing him in the first shock.
Only a moment later Dean's voice. „Sam? Sammy? What's happened?“
The fear in his voice was hard to ignore. Only a second later, he was there, with a big knife in his hands. He stopped dead when he recognized his father.
„What the hell is going on here, Dean,“ John bellowed. „What about the order: 'Don't leave the house' you didn't understand? How can you bring Sammy into this danger?“
Sam started to sniffle; it was hard to say if tears or just the rain were wetting his pale face. Dean stretched out his hand to wipe them away; then he turned to his father. Defiance was sparkling in his eyes; John had never noticed before. Dean had learned to trust his father and follow his words without protest.
„He wasn't in danger. I've double-checked the surroundings before going out with him.“
„Was there a reason to do that? Like, a real threat inside the shack?“
„Nothing like that, no.“ Dean shook his head. „But Sam had a nightmare; the air in the shack was muggy, and he was so afraid. I needed to find something to distract him. Sammy loves playing Hide and Seek.“
John closed his eyes for a split second. Once again, he wished Mary would still be around; not only did he miss his wife, but the boys needed a mother; a mother who would understand what was going on in their heads. Hide and seek? A storm was raging, the world was taken over by all kind of monsters, and Dean decided to play Hide and Seek with his little brother? Not sure what to think of this, John finally loosed his grip around Sam's arm.
„C'mon, let's get back inside and change clothes. We are all wet to the bones, and we don't want to catch a cold.“
Protective Dean put his arm around his little brother's shoulder before following his father.