spn- The Mythology of a Three Year Old
Title: The Mythology of a Three Year Old
Author: Liv darkmagic-luvr
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Joanna Winchester (OC)
Rating: PG-13
30-children Prompt: 22. Monster Under The Bed
Summery: In which Joanna Winchester learns what’s under her bed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine, please ask before you use them.
Warnings: general spoilers
Dean was off in dreamland, his mind occupied by three very bodacious Asians and a red head. Just when it was getting to the good part, he felt himself slip out of his dream, hearing something soft, scared and very close to his face.
“Daddy?” Dean blinked his eyes open, a pair of identical ones staring back at him, wide in fear. Dean blinked again and raised himself up on his arm.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, rubbing his eyes with his wrist childishly. Joanna took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, clutching her stuffed bunny.
“There’s a monster under my bed,” she said tearfully. Dean stopped rubbing his eye, freezing as an emotion close to terror washed over him. He swallowed and reached out for his daughter, picking her up and setting her on his bed before climbing out and whacking Sam across the shoulder in the bed next to him. Sam snorted awake, groaning after he realized Dean woke him up.
“What?!”
“Joanna says there’s something under her bed,” said Dean softly, almost mouthing the words. Immediately, Sam was awake, sitting up in bed and pulling out the knife beneath his pillow.
“Careful,” said Joanna, her knees drawn up to her chest. Dean grabbed a flashlight and his gun from his suitcase and moved towards Joanna’s bed with Sam close behind.
“On three?” asked Sam softly, angling the knife toward the bed. Dean nodded and raised his hand, counting to three on his fingers before lifting the dust ruffle and shining his flashlight under the bed. Sam bit back a grin, opting for a more annoyed expression and looked over at Dean.
“You wanna give her the .45 or should I?”
“Dude, she’s three,” snapped Dean, standing up, feeling very relieved for some reason. He tossed his gun and the flashlight onto his duffle bag and shook his head. “Guess we have to tell her about the things that go bump in the night.”
“Dude, she’s three. You’ll scar her for life.”
Dean cleared his throat and moved past Sam. He agreed with his brother, he really did, but it didn’t seem like much of a choice. They’d avoided the subject for as long as they could. Joanna was nearly killed because of a poltergeist a few weeks ago and Dean almost had no choice but to tell her, but luckily Sam had distracted her with ice cream.
Dean motioned for Joanna to scoot over and climbed into his bed, pulling his daughter into his chest. She looked up at him with big green eyes, her head resting against his chest.
“Did you get the monster?” she asked. Dean held back a sigh, wishing he could keep her this innocent for just a little longer.
“Jo, sweetheart, there’s something you need to know,” out of the corner of his eyes Dean saw Sam shake his head and took a breath to steady himself. “You know those ghost stories Uncle Sam and me talk about?”
Joanna nodded, looking away from Dean’s face and down at her bunny, picking at his whiskers as she listened. “They aren’t just stories.”
“Huh?” asked Joanna wildly, nearly making Dean snort out loud. He contained himself and pulled Joanna closer to him, burrowing his nose in her hair.
“It means, that ghosts and demons, the ones Uncle Sam and I tell you not to worry about? They’re real.”
“Oh,” said Joanna softly, still picking at her bunny. “Well, I knew that!”
“’Scuse me?” asked Dean monotonously, looking up at Sam with a raised eyebrow. Sam look just as confused as Dean felt and shrugged in his direction, sitting down on his bed to stare at Joanna.
“Well, duh ghosts exist,” said Joanna, looking at her father like he lost his mind. “Just like magic and werewolves and unicorns.”
“Actually-” began Dean, completely unaware that he was about to tell his three-year-old that unicorns didn’t exist when he head Sam clear his throat loudly. Looking over at his brother, Dean saw him shake his head and stumbled over his words in attempt to not reveal that little fact. “-you’re absolutely right! Unicorns totally exist.”
“Yup. Big foot too!” Dean rolled his eyes and gave Sam a look who tried not to laugh at him.
“Don’t forget dragons, Jo,” said Sam to which she nodded seriously. Dean just glared at him.
“I suppose faeries exist too?”
“Don’t be silly, Daddy,” said Joanna. “Unicorns and dragons are one thing, but faeries are unrealistic.”
“Yeah, Dean. Don’t be silly.”
“I hate you both.”
Author: Liv darkmagic-luvr
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Joanna Winchester (OC)
Rating: PG-13
30-children Prompt: 22. Monster Under The Bed
Summery: In which Joanna Winchester learns what’s under her bed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine, please ask before you use them.
Warnings: general spoilers
Dean was off in dreamland, his mind occupied by three very bodacious Asians and a red head. Just when it was getting to the good part, he felt himself slip out of his dream, hearing something soft, scared and very close to his face.
“Daddy?” Dean blinked his eyes open, a pair of identical ones staring back at him, wide in fear. Dean blinked again and raised himself up on his arm.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, rubbing his eyes with his wrist childishly. Joanna took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, clutching her stuffed bunny.
“There’s a monster under my bed,” she said tearfully. Dean stopped rubbing his eye, freezing as an emotion close to terror washed over him. He swallowed and reached out for his daughter, picking her up and setting her on his bed before climbing out and whacking Sam across the shoulder in the bed next to him. Sam snorted awake, groaning after he realized Dean woke him up.
“What?!”
“Joanna says there’s something under her bed,” said Dean softly, almost mouthing the words. Immediately, Sam was awake, sitting up in bed and pulling out the knife beneath his pillow.
“Careful,” said Joanna, her knees drawn up to her chest. Dean grabbed a flashlight and his gun from his suitcase and moved towards Joanna’s bed with Sam close behind.
“On three?” asked Sam softly, angling the knife toward the bed. Dean nodded and raised his hand, counting to three on his fingers before lifting the dust ruffle and shining his flashlight under the bed. Sam bit back a grin, opting for a more annoyed expression and looked over at Dean.
“You wanna give her the .45 or should I?”
“Dude, she’s three,” snapped Dean, standing up, feeling very relieved for some reason. He tossed his gun and the flashlight onto his duffle bag and shook his head. “Guess we have to tell her about the things that go bump in the night.”
“Dude, she’s three. You’ll scar her for life.”
Dean cleared his throat and moved past Sam. He agreed with his brother, he really did, but it didn’t seem like much of a choice. They’d avoided the subject for as long as they could. Joanna was nearly killed because of a poltergeist a few weeks ago and Dean almost had no choice but to tell her, but luckily Sam had distracted her with ice cream.
Dean motioned for Joanna to scoot over and climbed into his bed, pulling his daughter into his chest. She looked up at him with big green eyes, her head resting against his chest.
“Did you get the monster?” she asked. Dean held back a sigh, wishing he could keep her this innocent for just a little longer.
“Jo, sweetheart, there’s something you need to know,” out of the corner of his eyes Dean saw Sam shake his head and took a breath to steady himself. “You know those ghost stories Uncle Sam and me talk about?”
Joanna nodded, looking away from Dean’s face and down at her bunny, picking at his whiskers as she listened. “They aren’t just stories.”
“Huh?” asked Joanna wildly, nearly making Dean snort out loud. He contained himself and pulled Joanna closer to him, burrowing his nose in her hair.
“It means, that ghosts and demons, the ones Uncle Sam and I tell you not to worry about? They’re real.”
“Oh,” said Joanna softly, still picking at her bunny. “Well, I knew that!”
“’Scuse me?” asked Dean monotonously, looking up at Sam with a raised eyebrow. Sam look just as confused as Dean felt and shrugged in his direction, sitting down on his bed to stare at Joanna.
“Well, duh ghosts exist,” said Joanna, looking at her father like he lost his mind. “Just like magic and werewolves and unicorns.”
“Actually-” began Dean, completely unaware that he was about to tell his three-year-old that unicorns didn’t exist when he head Sam clear his throat loudly. Looking over at his brother, Dean saw him shake his head and stumbled over his words in attempt to not reveal that little fact. “-you’re absolutely right! Unicorns totally exist.”
“Yup. Big foot too!” Dean rolled his eyes and gave Sam a look who tried not to laugh at him.
“Don’t forget dragons, Jo,” said Sam to which she nodded seriously. Dean just glared at him.
“I suppose faeries exist too?”
“Don’t be silly, Daddy,” said Joanna. “Unicorns and dragons are one thing, but faeries are unrealistic.”
“Yeah, Dean. Don’t be silly.”
“I hate you both.”