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likely_evil) wrote2008-10-03 12:49 pm
likely_evil) wrote2008-10-03 12:49 pm
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justprompts: Sammy and the Tape Measure
starts using this growth chart image as inspiration
Sammy has a tape measure. He found it one day while going with Dad to get something at Home Depot, and he carries it around in the one bag he has for all his things. It's next to the stuffed animal that Dean had gotten him as a baby, and a picture of his mother that had fallen out of Dad's bag at one point that Sammy never told him he had.
That night they were at Ms. Missouri's house. Dad was actually still there, reading through books while Dean was sitting in front of the couch watching TV. Biting his lip, Sammy walked into the kitchen and looked at his Dad.
"Dad?"
"Yeah Sammy?" He didn't even look up from his book, just turned a page.
"I was... I think I grew a bit. Can you help me see how much?"
John blinked and looked away from the book to where Sammy was next to the table, clutching his treasured measuring tape. In the next room, Dean was peering around the couch, listening in. He smiled and pushed the book away. "Sure, Sammy. Go stand against the wall over there."
A bright grin broke out on Sammy's face and he ran to the doorway that his dad was pointing at. John got up and knelt down in front of his youngest, twirling a pencil in his fingers. "Ok Sammy, stand up as tall as you can and keep your back up against the wall."
Dean laughed as Sammy pressed his body so hard against the wall and his heels started to lift up a bit as he stood on his toes. "You're cheating now."
"NO I'mnot," Sammy pouted, but he flattened his feet onto the ground. John grinned and put a mark on the wall right above Sammy's head.
"There, now we can measure it." He took the tape measure and shows Sammy how to use it to find out how big he was. "You really are growing, kid," John ruffled his son's hair.
"I'm going to be really big one day," Sammy beamed back proudly.
"Yeah, but you're still going to be my little brother," Dean remarked from where he stood by the couch now, his arms crossed. "So I can always kick your ass."
"Yeah, well at least I'm not named after a girl," Sammy remarked, sticking his tongue out at Dean.
"Why you little -" Dean's eyes widened and he started towards his brother, and Sammy took off laughing, running towards the stairs the den to escape.
Sammy has a tape measure. He found it one day while going with Dad to get something at Home Depot, and he carries it around in the one bag he has for all his things. It's next to the stuffed animal that Dean had gotten him as a baby, and a picture of his mother that had fallen out of Dad's bag at one point that Sammy never told him he had.
That night they were at Ms. Missouri's house. Dad was actually still there, reading through books while Dean was sitting in front of the couch watching TV. Biting his lip, Sammy walked into the kitchen and looked at his Dad.
"Dad?"
"Yeah Sammy?" He didn't even look up from his book, just turned a page.
"I was... I think I grew a bit. Can you help me see how much?"
John blinked and looked away from the book to where Sammy was next to the table, clutching his treasured measuring tape. In the next room, Dean was peering around the couch, listening in. He smiled and pushed the book away. "Sure, Sammy. Go stand against the wall over there."
A bright grin broke out on Sammy's face and he ran to the doorway that his dad was pointing at. John got up and knelt down in front of his youngest, twirling a pencil in his fingers. "Ok Sammy, stand up as tall as you can and keep your back up against the wall."
Dean laughed as Sammy pressed his body so hard against the wall and his heels started to lift up a bit as he stood on his toes. "You're cheating now."
"NO I'mnot," Sammy pouted, but he flattened his feet onto the ground. John grinned and put a mark on the wall right above Sammy's head.
"There, now we can measure it." He took the tape measure and shows Sammy how to use it to find out how big he was. "You really are growing, kid," John ruffled his son's hair.
"I'm going to be really big one day," Sammy beamed back proudly.
"Yeah, but you're still going to be my little brother," Dean remarked from where he stood by the couch now, his arms crossed. "So I can always kick your ass."
"Yeah, well at least I'm not named after a girl," Sammy remarked, sticking his tongue out at Dean.
"Why you little -" Dean's eyes widened and he started towards his brother, and Sammy took off laughing, running towards the stairs the den to escape.
SO ooc because Ruby REALLY doesn't do this, but ...
Oh, Little!Sammy. Why'd you have to grow up to be manipulated by demons?
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