Title: Dean Is My Favourite And My Best
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chaletian
Fandom: SPN
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean and Sam meet a little boy who has a little sister.
Dean and Sam had only been at the E-Z-Sleep Motel for 12 hours before Sam attracted a little friend. A small boy named Charlie communed with Sam over Charlie’s book choice (The Hobbit, a book Dean had never had any particular desire to read, despite the films with those hot elf chicks), and thereafter Charlie had been Sam’s tiny shadow. Sasquatch-sized younger brothers could not, in Dean’s world, attract little friends without coming in for some fairly heavy mockery and over the next two days, Dean was (in his considered opinion) quite extraordinarily witty on the subject.
Despite enjoying himself enormously at Sam’s expense, and relaxing for a couple of days as he worked on his baby, Dean felt uncomfortably aware of being watched. He hadn’t been able to catch anyone – or anything - out, but he was pretty sure there was someone tracking his every move.
So there they were, sitting in a row on a bench outside the motel office eating ice cream, Dean, Sam and Charlie. Dean was still getting that feeling. And then Charlie piped up.
“I have this little sister, Lola.”
“Oh, yeah?” said Sam, idly.
“She’s small…”
“Lucky you,” muttered Dean, shooting a sideways glance at his little brother.
“…and very funny.”
“So, what’s she been up to?” asked Sam, politely. Charlie looked a little troubled.
“I don’t know, exactly. She’s found a super secret project and won’t tell me about it.”
“Heh. Kids,” said Dean nonchalantly, as if he knew all about them, and left Sam and Charlie talking about eclipses or books or insect collecting or whatever and went to clean his guns.
There was a very small child in the kitchenette of the boys’ room when Dean went in, the bag containing his guns tossed over one shoulder. She was blonde and wearing a red dress and clattering with the scant selection of pots.
“I am making an extra very special cake,” she announced. “It will have sugar and sweets and sparkly things and pink things.”
“OK,” said Dean, and went back out again.
Charlie and Lola were with their parents. They were from England, and they were driving around America for their holiday.
“There were pirates,” explained Lola, “with eyepatches everywhere! And they took Mum and Dad away and made them eat tomatoes and we have to live here until we’re extremely very old.”
“Our car broke down,” explained Charlie.
“Dean is my favourite and my best,” said Lola, standing next to Dean and gazing up at him adoringly.
“Hey, dude, you always were one for the ladies,” said Sam, laughing a lot. Dean shot him a dirty look. Then Lola shot him a dirty look, too.
“You are mean and also not nice,” she said. “And your hair looks like our guinea pig from school.”
Sam scowled. Dean shrugged. “Out of the mouths of babes…”
Author:
chaletianFandom: SPN
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean and Sam meet a little boy who has a little sister.
Dean and Sam had only been at the E-Z-Sleep Motel for 12 hours before Sam attracted a little friend. A small boy named Charlie communed with Sam over Charlie’s book choice (The Hobbit, a book Dean had never had any particular desire to read, despite the films with those hot elf chicks), and thereafter Charlie had been Sam’s tiny shadow. Sasquatch-sized younger brothers could not, in Dean’s world, attract little friends without coming in for some fairly heavy mockery and over the next two days, Dean was (in his considered opinion) quite extraordinarily witty on the subject.
That was before, of course.
Despite enjoying himself enormously at Sam’s expense, and relaxing for a couple of days as he worked on his baby, Dean felt uncomfortably aware of being watched. He hadn’t been able to catch anyone – or anything - out, but he was pretty sure there was someone tracking his every move.
Turned out, he wasn’t wrong.
So there they were, sitting in a row on a bench outside the motel office eating ice cream, Dean, Sam and Charlie. Dean was still getting that feeling. And then Charlie piped up.
“I have this little sister, Lola.”
“Oh, yeah?” said Sam, idly.
“She’s small…”
“Lucky you,” muttered Dean, shooting a sideways glance at his little brother.
“…and very funny.”
“So, what’s she been up to?” asked Sam, politely. Charlie looked a little troubled.
“I don’t know, exactly. She’s found a super secret project and won’t tell me about it.”
“Heh. Kids,” said Dean nonchalantly, as if he knew all about them, and left Sam and Charlie talking about eclipses or books or insect collecting or whatever and went to clean his guns.
This was before, of course.
There was a very small child in the kitchenette of the boys’ room when Dean went in, the bag containing his guns tossed over one shoulder. She was blonde and wearing a red dress and clattering with the scant selection of pots.
“I am making an extra very special cake,” she announced. “It will have sugar and sweets and sparkly things and pink things.”
“OK,” said Dean, and went back out again.
And that was Lola.
Charlie and Lola were with their parents. They were from England, and they were driving around America for their holiday.
“There were pirates,” explained Lola, “with eyepatches everywhere! And they took Mum and Dad away and made them eat tomatoes and we have to live here until we’re extremely very old.”
“Our car broke down,” explained Charlie.
Lola liked Dean a lot.
“Dean is my favourite and my best,” said Lola, standing next to Dean and gazing up at him adoringly.
“Hey, dude, you always were one for the ladies,” said Sam, laughing a lot. Dean shot him a dirty look. Then Lola shot him a dirty look, too.
“You are mean and also not nice,” she said. “And your hair looks like our guinea pig from school.”
Sam scowled. Dean shrugged. “Out of the mouths of babes…”
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