Cheer-up fic for
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varkelton . 390 words of work-safe weechesters.
Sammy cried. Dean looked over, again, but obviously still saw nothing. Sammy howled his frustration. So far all his crying had got him was a diaper check, a tepid bottle and three, “What’s wrong, Sammys?” from Dean, the first two of which had almost made him smile and the last one, accompanied as it was by a tickle and a silly, overstuffed-chipmunk-kind-of face, had made him giggle for just a minute.
He kept up his howling now and pointed with both arms, shaking his tiny fists at the window, but still no one looked.
Stamping his feet, he tired again to form the right sounds, but all that came out was “Deee!” and, try as he might, he couldn’t get that “nnn” sound past his lips.
He screamed, as loud as his lungs would allow, and Dean just stared at him. Dad stared at Dean, a well-timed, “He has to learn, Son. Let him cry it out,” holding his big brother in place.
The bushes outside shifted again and his dad made more “sushing” noises at him. Anger welled up inside Sammy, hot and unfamiliar, holding hands with his fear. He watched the thing get its claws under the window jam and start to lift and yanked back on his screaming, breathing wetly as he tried to stop his noise. They had to hear the window…
But they didn’t. Neither did anything but stare at Sammy as he kept pointing, frantic but silent now, toward the window. The thing was almost in the room, coming up behind Dean and desperation surged through Sam, turning his face red and sending that fear/anger rushing through him and out-out-out through his silent mouth, his staring eyes and the thing screeched and flew backwards, careening out the window.
Dean and dad turned around just in time to watch the sash slam shut. Both looked unsettled, but clearly hadn’t seen a thing. Dean turned toward Sammy and watched him closely for a while, then, with a glare at dad, came over and picked him up. Dad went to check outside, but found no trace of whatever had been there moments before.
Sammy slept curled up next to his big brother that night, and every time he heard dad start to snore, he’d let out a single loud screech.
It was dad’s turn to keep watch now, after all.
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Jackie
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Thanks for reading!
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(And yeah, Sammy's bitchyness goes back a loooog way, but John totally deserves it here!)