The First Time [4/?]
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Nightmare
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 7], Sammy [age 3]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean woke suddenly hazel eyes darting around the shabby motel room, unsure what woke him. A quick glance at the other double bed, told Dean his father hadn’t returned yet. Dean didn’t fully understand what it was that kept John out some nights, he knew it wasn’t like the jobs his friends’ parents had.
A shiver ran down Dean’s spine, he hated being alone but could never let it show, not to his dad or Sammy who was asleep beside him, curled tightly on his side. He’d been asked to look after his brother, and it was a job Dean took very seriously. He squashed the feeling that rose, trying to tell him that he needed to be looked after too. Sammy had to come first.
Getting out of bed Dean padded over to the door, checking to make sure the line of salt was untouched just before the threshold. He didn’t understand why his father always laid out the salt along each window and then the doors. But he took his dad’s warnings very seriously, they weren’t under any circumstances to break the lines, it would keep them safe.
Dean was just looking at the salt line on the windowsill, when he heard Sammy gasp in his sleep. Turning back to the bed Dean watched as his little brother shook under the covers, face contorted in fear as he began to silently cry. “Sammy?” Dean called softly as he climbed back onto the bed.
Sam began to struggle violently against an unseen force, his breathing becoming more labored the harder he fought. “Sammy! Wake up!” Dean said urgently grabbing his brother’s arms.
“No!” Sam shouted jumping away from Dean as his eyes flew open, wide with fright.
“It’s okay Sammy,” Dean assured, ducking his head so he could see his brother’s face.
Sam launched himself at Dean shoulders shaking as he cried, whether it was fear or relief Dean couldn’t tell; he hugged Sam close. “You’re alright,” he whispered, “Nothing’s going to hurt you, not while I’m here.”
Dean wanted to believe, that he could protect his little brother from anything, but he wasn’t so sure he could save himself at the same time.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
Guns [chapter 5]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Nightmare
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 7], Sammy [age 3]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean woke suddenly hazel eyes darting around the shabby motel room, unsure what woke him. A quick glance at the other double bed, told Dean his father hadn’t returned yet. Dean didn’t fully understand what it was that kept John out some nights, he knew it wasn’t like the jobs his friends’ parents had.
A shiver ran down Dean’s spine, he hated being alone but could never let it show, not to his dad or Sammy who was asleep beside him, curled tightly on his side. He’d been asked to look after his brother, and it was a job Dean took very seriously. He squashed the feeling that rose, trying to tell him that he needed to be looked after too. Sammy had to come first.
Getting out of bed Dean padded over to the door, checking to make sure the line of salt was untouched just before the threshold. He didn’t understand why his father always laid out the salt along each window and then the doors. But he took his dad’s warnings very seriously, they weren’t under any circumstances to break the lines, it would keep them safe.
Dean was just looking at the salt line on the windowsill, when he heard Sammy gasp in his sleep. Turning back to the bed Dean watched as his little brother shook under the covers, face contorted in fear as he began to silently cry. “Sammy?” Dean called softly as he climbed back onto the bed.
Sam began to struggle violently against an unseen force, his breathing becoming more labored the harder he fought. “Sammy! Wake up!” Dean said urgently grabbing his brother’s arms.
“No!” Sam shouted jumping away from Dean as his eyes flew open, wide with fright.
“It’s okay Sammy,” Dean assured, ducking his head so he could see his brother’s face.
Sam launched himself at Dean shoulders shaking as he cried, whether it was fear or relief Dean couldn’t tell; he hugged Sam close. “You’re alright,” he whispered, “Nothing’s going to hurt you, not while I’m here.”
Dean wanted to believe, that he could protect his little brother from anything, but he wasn’t so sure he could save himself at the same time.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
Guns [chapter 5]