[FIC] SPN: Eldest (G)
TITLE: Eldest
CHARACTER(S): Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester and Pastor Jim Murphy
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: G
WARNING(S): Wee!Chesters and an over-thinking Dean.
SUMMARY: Lunch is a strange affair.
WORD COUNT: 352
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for
karasuyurei's request. Prompt was: fools. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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Lunch is a strange affair. Grilled cheese isn't exactly the world's most filling thing in the world but those church ladies always bring over enough sandwiches to feed an army instead of two men and two growing boys.
"The bread looks funny," Sam says with a half a pout, his hair already too long for a six year old but no one trusts John with a pair of clippers and they've just been too busy for hit the barber for a kid's cut.
Dean thinks one of the church ladies would probably do it, for free even, if Dad would just ask. But he's only ten, what does he know?
"It's just bread," John assures Sam, as if the bread is something that will come back and haunt them if it wants. Like the bread is some kind of monster and this was all some weird metaphor for how much life really sucked. Dean learned that word in school last week and he's been finding them ever since. If you know what to look for things are easier to find.
"Its got little ... lumps in it," Sam whines and Dean ignores him. He's right of course. It's health food bread; he can recognize the oatmeal and grains in it. He wishes it was white bread, but Pastor Jim hadn't had time to go shopping when they showed up at his doorstep.
Dean wonders why Pastor Jim takes them in every time, but then he sees Sammy's big dumb smile and decides to forget about it. He's ten after all; he shouldn't have to act like Sam's dad, just like his big brother.
He wonders what the church ladies think of them, the Winchesters, since they're always so quick to give them stuff. Like Dad couldn't feed them or something. They did fine. Dad always made sure they had Wonder bread and American cheese instead of whole wheat taste like shit bread and cheese that tasted like it'd gone bad a couple centuries ago.
Dad took care of them and Dean took care of Dad. They were gonna be fine, Dad'd promised.
CHARACTER(S): Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester and Pastor Jim Murphy
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: G
WARNING(S): Wee!Chesters and an over-thinking Dean.
SUMMARY: Lunch is a strange affair.
WORD COUNT: 352
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for
karasuyurei's request. Prompt was: fools. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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Lunch is a strange affair. Grilled cheese isn't exactly the world's most filling thing in the world but those church ladies always bring over enough sandwiches to feed an army instead of two men and two growing boys.
"The bread looks funny," Sam says with a half a pout, his hair already too long for a six year old but no one trusts John with a pair of clippers and they've just been too busy for hit the barber for a kid's cut.
Dean thinks one of the church ladies would probably do it, for free even, if Dad would just ask. But he's only ten, what does he know?
"It's just bread," John assures Sam, as if the bread is something that will come back and haunt them if it wants. Like the bread is some kind of monster and this was all some weird metaphor for how much life really sucked. Dean learned that word in school last week and he's been finding them ever since. If you know what to look for things are easier to find.
"Its got little ... lumps in it," Sam whines and Dean ignores him. He's right of course. It's health food bread; he can recognize the oatmeal and grains in it. He wishes it was white bread, but Pastor Jim hadn't had time to go shopping when they showed up at his doorstep.
Dean wonders why Pastor Jim takes them in every time, but then he sees Sammy's big dumb smile and decides to forget about it. He's ten after all; he shouldn't have to act like Sam's dad, just like his big brother.
He wonders what the church ladies think of them, the Winchesters, since they're always so quick to give them stuff. Like Dad couldn't feed them or something. They did fine. Dad always made sure they had Wonder bread and American cheese instead of whole wheat taste like shit bread and cheese that tasted like it'd gone bad a couple centuries ago.
Dad took care of them and Dean took care of Dad. They were gonna be fine, Dad'd promised.