Hide and Seek
It’s dark in the house but he doesn’t turn on a light, doesn’t call out, doesn’t know what still might be here. The door’s ajar, the salt line broken- neither something Dean would allow if he had any choice in the matter.
He searches room by room, heart pounding at each vacant space. When he comes to the last possible place to look he pauses, terrified that it too will be empty, before pulling open the door.
Sam peers from behind Dean, who’s pale and tense behind a loaded shotgun. “We hided good, Daddy, but Dean said you’d find us!”