Mr Responsible - Wee!Sam Teen!Dean Fiction - PG - [1/1]
Title: Mr Responsible
Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Weechesters. Wee!Sam and Wee!Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: General fic - a little speculation...
Summary:Dean is 16, Sam is 12. Stuck in a motel room while their father is out hunting, Sam goes missing and it is up to Dean to find him...
Word Count: 1120
-Author's Notes:I love Wee!chesters.
They are so adorable, both of them and I just pictured Colin Ford and Brock Kelly while writing this!
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication:[x] To kros-21: Fro prompting me! Thank you, my Kiki, I love you!
Crossposted at: spn-brotherlove,weechesterfic, teenchesters-j2, winchesterfic, spn-gen, wincest-free, moon-hunters, daysofthereaper sn-fic,spn-fics
MR RESPONSIBLE
“Sam? Sam!” Dean shouted getting out of the motel room which was situated in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but woods and trees as far as the eye could see!
Where had his father gone to? Find sasquatch?
His little brother was given permission to go out and explore, but it was already late and dark and no 12-year old should be out alone at this hour.
And well, this was Sam Winchester we were talking about.
Little Mr. Responsible.
He was never late and never went missing.
Sometimes Dean thought he acted nothing like a child his age.
“Sam, where are you? Answer me!” he kept on, making his way towards the woods close to the motel.
[Dad is gonna be so pissed if I don’t find him]
Dean looked at his watch, the watch his dad had given him for his 15th birthday one year earlier. It was 8pm and Sam had been out since like 5.30.
Seriously what could he be doing for so many hours?
“Sam!!! IF YOU DON’T COME BACK HERE THIS VERY INSTANT, I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL… I’LL”.
Damn, he couldn’t think of anything he could do to scare that kid.
Sam was overanalyzing everything and after a while nothing seemed that scary anymore.
Nothing Dean could do.
But he knew that there were a lot of things out there, both able and willing to do harm.
He zipped up his jacket and took the little flashlight out of his pocket.
“Sam!!! Where are you, you little brat? I’m freezing my ass trying to find you here!”
Dean kept walking feeling branches snap under his boots and the rustle of leaves was unsettling in this darkness.
He felt like anything could come out of the blackness at any time.
He had a rosary in his other pocket and he nervously grasped it from above the garment.
“I am not afraid. I am not afraid” he kept whispering to himself. “If Sam can do it, I can do it too”
No, correction: If Sam is stupid enough to stay out at this hour then so am I”….
He smirked, but then he realized what he had just said and being stupid wasn’t something to be proud of… especially if it was the last thing he would ever do.
“Sam!!! Come on!! Please? The Wind is messing with my hair here. And you know how I hate that!” he started.
He couldn’t believe he was already pleading.
Oh damn, little Sammy was so gonna get bitchslapped over this.
Then suddenly, he thought he heard something.
He didn’t know if it was Sam but it sounded like a little boy so he rushed to the direction of the sound.
“Sammy? Is that you?” he asked pulling branches out of his way.
His boots started sinking into mud… The rain was quite severe earlier.
“Dean?” he heard a reply. A voice not so far from him, but still so broken and weak.
“Yes! Yes it’s me, Sammy. Hang on!”
“Dean!! You found me! Dean!” Sam sounded thrilled despite everything and it made Dean’s heart leap in his chest.
Sammy was the most precious thing he had in this world along with his father. Nothing mattered to him most than keeping him safe, no matter the cost.
“I will always find you Sammy. I will always come for you, wherever you are. Nothing will ever be able to keep us apart!” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Then he thought, that this whole loving could go to Sam’s head and he tried to sound more serious. Strict, like John would.
“But, I swear to God if this is a trick, you are so getting your ass kicked”
“No, it’s not! I fell” Sam explained just as Dean reached the spot where Sam was.
He was on the ground, wet dirt seeping through all of his clothes, even on his face, but still the same vibrant green eyes, that now looked upon him with adoration and gratitude.
His ankle was sitting at a weird angle, though, and Dean immediately knew that if not broken, it was definitely sprained.
“Little brat! Why did you do that? What happened?”
Sam looked away for a moment and Dean tried to hide his grin.
Sam always came up with the most imaginative excuses when it came to hiding what he had really done…
Every time.
“Erm, see well… I was walking in the woods and this girl appeared out of nowhere…”
“A Girl? Out of nowhere? Was she a ghost?” he teased his little brother.
“No! No, she was very much alive” Sam protested.
“How do you know? Did you touch her?”
“As a matter of fact, I did! Ok? And she was pretty!”
“Ok, a pretty girl appeared… Then what?” he indulged him.
“Well, she asked me to get her that fruit over there, see?” the little boy said pointing to a reddish fruit high on the tree.
“Really? What was her name?”
Sam shrugged.
“She said I had to earn it, you know? She said she would only tell me If I got the fruit for her”
“And was it so important to get her that fruit?” Dean asked checking his little brother's leg for broken bones.
“Well, like I said she was pretty. Oh, you wouldn’t understand. Ouch!” Sam tried to push him off.
Dean couldn’t stop laughing.
Not only was his little brother a lousy liar, but he, also, said that Dean wouldn’t understand…
Hello? Guns and girls were the only things Dean did understand and handled well, thank you very much.
But Sam was hurt, so it was not the time for this.
“Ok, little buddy. Off you go. Here, let me help you” he said, trying to carry Sam in his arms.
He was 12 years old already, but he was so thin and light.
“Let me go! You think I am lying, don’t you?” Sam complained, squirming in his brother's arms.
“Nope!”
“Yes you do! But you weren’t here! You didn’t see her! I climbed the tree and I almost had the fruit, but then, suddenly, it moved”
“The tree moved? You are serious?” Dean asked incredulously. This was getting ridiculous.
“Yes, it was weird, ok? I can’t explain it, so I fell and hurt my ankle” Sam let out a sigh.
“And where was the girl in all of this?” Dean asked again, raising his eyebrow.
“Well, she was waiting down for me. And when I fell, she laughed. I guess I looked pretty ridiculous”
“Hmmm… Women… You do everything for them and they still kick you in the balls when they get the chance” Dean grinned.
“Did we, at least, get the name of that beauty? I mean, you did sprain your ankle for her”
“Yes” Sam beamed despite everything. “Yes, I did!
It was Lillith”.
~ Fin ~
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Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Weechesters. Wee!Sam and Wee!Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: General fic - a little speculation...
Summary:Dean is 16, Sam is 12. Stuck in a motel room while their father is out hunting, Sam goes missing and it is up to Dean to find him...
Word Count: 1120
-Author's Notes:I love Wee!chesters.
They are so adorable, both of them and I just pictured Colin Ford and Brock Kelly while writing this!
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication:[x] To kros-21: Fro prompting me! Thank you, my Kiki, I love you!
Crossposted at: spn-brotherlove,weechesterfic, teenchesters-j2, winchesterfic, spn-gen, wincest-free, moon-hunters, daysofthereaper sn-fic,spn-fics
MR RESPONSIBLE
“Sam? Sam!” Dean shouted getting out of the motel room which was situated in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but woods and trees as far as the eye could see!
Where had his father gone to? Find sasquatch?
His little brother was given permission to go out and explore, but it was already late and dark and no 12-year old should be out alone at this hour.
And well, this was Sam Winchester we were talking about.
Little Mr. Responsible.
He was never late and never went missing.
Sometimes Dean thought he acted nothing like a child his age.
“Sam, where are you? Answer me!” he kept on, making his way towards the woods close to the motel.
[Dad is gonna be so pissed if I don’t find him]
Dean looked at his watch, the watch his dad had given him for his 15th birthday one year earlier. It was 8pm and Sam had been out since like 5.30.
Seriously what could he be doing for so many hours?
“Sam!!! IF YOU DON’T COME BACK HERE THIS VERY INSTANT, I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL… I’LL”.
Damn, he couldn’t think of anything he could do to scare that kid.
Sam was overanalyzing everything and after a while nothing seemed that scary anymore.
Nothing Dean could do.
But he knew that there were a lot of things out there, both able and willing to do harm.
He zipped up his jacket and took the little flashlight out of his pocket.
“Sam!!! Where are you, you little brat? I’m freezing my ass trying to find you here!”
Dean kept walking feeling branches snap under his boots and the rustle of leaves was unsettling in this darkness.
He felt like anything could come out of the blackness at any time.
He had a rosary in his other pocket and he nervously grasped it from above the garment.
“I am not afraid. I am not afraid” he kept whispering to himself. “If Sam can do it, I can do it too”
No, correction: If Sam is stupid enough to stay out at this hour then so am I”….
He smirked, but then he realized what he had just said and being stupid wasn’t something to be proud of… especially if it was the last thing he would ever do.
“Sam!!! Come on!! Please? The Wind is messing with my hair here. And you know how I hate that!” he started.
He couldn’t believe he was already pleading.
Oh damn, little Sammy was so gonna get bitchslapped over this.
Then suddenly, he thought he heard something.
He didn’t know if it was Sam but it sounded like a little boy so he rushed to the direction of the sound.
“Sammy? Is that you?” he asked pulling branches out of his way.
His boots started sinking into mud… The rain was quite severe earlier.
“Dean?” he heard a reply. A voice not so far from him, but still so broken and weak.
“Yes! Yes it’s me, Sammy. Hang on!”
“Dean!! You found me! Dean!” Sam sounded thrilled despite everything and it made Dean’s heart leap in his chest.
Sammy was the most precious thing he had in this world along with his father. Nothing mattered to him most than keeping him safe, no matter the cost.
“I will always find you Sammy. I will always come for you, wherever you are. Nothing will ever be able to keep us apart!” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Then he thought, that this whole loving could go to Sam’s head and he tried to sound more serious. Strict, like John would.
“But, I swear to God if this is a trick, you are so getting your ass kicked”
“No, it’s not! I fell” Sam explained just as Dean reached the spot where Sam was.
He was on the ground, wet dirt seeping through all of his clothes, even on his face, but still the same vibrant green eyes, that now looked upon him with adoration and gratitude.
His ankle was sitting at a weird angle, though, and Dean immediately knew that if not broken, it was definitely sprained.
“Little brat! Why did you do that? What happened?”
Sam looked away for a moment and Dean tried to hide his grin.
Sam always came up with the most imaginative excuses when it came to hiding what he had really done…
Every time.
“Erm, see well… I was walking in the woods and this girl appeared out of nowhere…”
“A Girl? Out of nowhere? Was she a ghost?” he teased his little brother.
“No! No, she was very much alive” Sam protested.
“How do you know? Did you touch her?”
“As a matter of fact, I did! Ok? And she was pretty!”
“Ok, a pretty girl appeared… Then what?” he indulged him.
“Well, she asked me to get her that fruit over there, see?” the little boy said pointing to a reddish fruit high on the tree.
“Really? What was her name?”
Sam shrugged.
“She said I had to earn it, you know? She said she would only tell me If I got the fruit for her”
“And was it so important to get her that fruit?” Dean asked checking his little brother's leg for broken bones.
“Well, like I said she was pretty. Oh, you wouldn’t understand. Ouch!” Sam tried to push him off.
Dean couldn’t stop laughing.
Not only was his little brother a lousy liar, but he, also, said that Dean wouldn’t understand…
Hello? Guns and girls were the only things Dean did understand and handled well, thank you very much.
But Sam was hurt, so it was not the time for this.
“Ok, little buddy. Off you go. Here, let me help you” he said, trying to carry Sam in his arms.
He was 12 years old already, but he was so thin and light.
“Let me go! You think I am lying, don’t you?” Sam complained, squirming in his brother's arms.
“Nope!”
“Yes you do! But you weren’t here! You didn’t see her! I climbed the tree and I almost had the fruit, but then, suddenly, it moved”
“The tree moved? You are serious?” Dean asked incredulously. This was getting ridiculous.
“Yes, it was weird, ok? I can’t explain it, so I fell and hurt my ankle” Sam let out a sigh.
“And where was the girl in all of this?” Dean asked again, raising his eyebrow.
“Well, she was waiting down for me. And when I fell, she laughed. I guess I looked pretty ridiculous”
“Hmmm… Women… You do everything for them and they still kick you in the balls when they get the chance” Dean grinned.
“Did we, at least, get the name of that beauty? I mean, you did sprain your ankle for her”
“Yes” Sam beamed despite everything. “Yes, I did!
It was Lillith”.
~ Fin ~
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