Supernatural Fanfic: Twenty Questions (4/20)
Title: Twenty Questions
Author: poestheblackcat
Chapter rating: PG
Chapter characters/pairings: Sam, Dean
Chapter warning/spoilers: Cuteness overload
Chapter summary: Sam, random question.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Unfortunately. Darn you, Kripke. So, like I was saying, it’s almost my birthday…Okay, wishful thinking?
Chapter 4: Cloudy, with a Chance of Candy
Sammy climbed up onto the bed next to his big brother. Dean glanced at him over the edge of his comic book. Something had been bothering the little guy all day.
“What is it kiddo? Just spit it out already.”
Sammy turned adoring hazel eyes to his brother. How did Dean know? But of course, Sammy’s big brother knew everything, just like he always said.
“Hey Dean?” he began hesitantly. “Are clouds made out of marsh-melons or cotton balls? And what do they taste like?”
Dean’s left brow skyrocketed up. What on earth? “Okay, I don’t even want to know why you want to know that.” He scoured his brain for that stuff he’d learned a while back about the water cycle. He wished he’d paid more attention in class instead of shooting spitballs at Danny Panzer.
Pursing his lips and scrunching his forehead as he mulled the problem over, Dean looked like the smartest brother in the world to Sammy. Which of course he was. “Uh, let’s see. Clouds are made when water from the ground dries up and gets stuck in the sky. So I guess they taste like water,” he concluded and shrugged.
Sammy’s face fell. Dean hated that. “But know what? I think it would be loads cooler if they were made out of cotton candy. What do you think?” He poked a finger into the pudgy folds of his little brother’s belly.
Sammy squirmed and giggled. “Cotton candy?”
Dean smiled. “Yeah, imagine that. Fluffy white cotton candy clouds. Then we could just reach up into the sky and eat ‘em.”
Sammy copied his big brother’s smile. A dimple appeared in his cheek, totally ruining the effect and making him look adorable instead of cool like Dean. “Yeah. But I like marsh-melons better,” he announced.
“That so, little buddy?” Dean rolled off the bed. “Whaddaya say I make us some hot chocolate then? I can put extra marshmallows in yours.”
“Okay.” Sammy bounced on the bed, content. His big brother knew everything.
Chapter 5: Mommy