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likely_evil) wrote2009-10-30 01:19 pm
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mad_muses: Trick or Treat
“Nothing on Earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.” --Steve Almond
Dad was on a job again. Dad was always on a job and Sammy didn't like it because it was Halloween and Pastor Jim had PROMISED him that they were going to go trick or treating. At least, he had promised Sammy, because Dean said that it was lame and didn't want to go.
But then Dad came back and packed them up into the car and took them for a trip. Sammy was happy to see Dad but it meant they were in another motel room alone and Sammy wanted candy.
"Dean..." Sammy asked again in his whiny voice.
"No, Sam," Dean said from in front of the TV. He didn't even look over at his younger brother who was in the window, watching the kids run around in the parking lot in their costumes, getting ready to start knocking on doors. Sammy was wearing the Batman costume and everything. He just needed someone to go with him.
"But why not?"
"Dad said to stay inside and we're staying inside. You don't want to make him mad, do you?"
"No..." Sammy pouted. But Dad wasn't here. He was never here. Sammy wanted his Dad here to take him trick or treating.
"Then quit asking."
The group of kids were getting closer, and Sammy looked over his shoulder. Dean was watching a loud movie. He wouldn't hear. Sammy would be back before Dean even noticed he was gone. Little fingers opened the window and Batman slipped out the window. He grabbed a bag from the cleaning lady's cart and ran over to the group of kids and moms. "Can I go with you?"
The ladies looked down at Sammy in confusion, wondering where he had come from. "Does your Mommy say it's ok?" they asked, looking around.
Sammy gave a little pout. "My mommy is dead. My brother won't take me. My name is Sam."
"Where do you live?" Another asked, and Sammy obediently pointed at the motel room he had just escaped from.
"I have to be back before dark," he said with a serious nod.
The mothers shrugged. They were only going around the block before coming back. What trouble could he be? They nodded, and Sammy gave them a bright smile as he put his mask on and went to join the kids as they started to walk around the block.
***
The movie got to a boring part and Dean decided this was the perfect point to get up and get another soda. "Sammy, you want something to drink?" he asked as he started for the kitchen area. His little brother was being quiet again, and he looked over at the window he had been pouting at all day.
The window that was now open and no little brother in his stupid costume to be seen.
"Sammy?" Dean started to look around the room, then went to the bathroom. "Sammy?!" Under the beds. In the cabinets under the sink. "SAMMY!"
Dad's gonna kill me... but I'm gonna kill that brat first... Dean thought as he ran for his bed to grab the gun that his father had given him, making sure there were bullets in it before running for the door.
As he opened it and decided where to start looking first, a group of costumed kids were coming back into the parking lot. Goblins, princesses, and there was a tiny Batman skipping with the group. Dean slumped his shoulders in relief, then started to walk over to the group, not happy.
Sammy saw him and stopped skipping, his pace changing to one in which he knew he was in trouble. He thanked the mothers very nicely, then walked over to his brother.
"Sammy, what were you thinking?!" Dean shouted. "I told you to stay inside!"
"I wanted to go trick or treating..." he said softly.
"I don't care! You were told to stay inside. You don't know those people. What if something happened to you? Dad would be pissed!"
"I'm sorry!" Sammy wibbled under his face mask. "Don't tell Dad, please!"
"Why shouldn't I?" He grabbed Sammy's arm and started to drag him back to the motel room. "You could have gotten hurt, Sam. You don't talk to strangers. You don't sneak out without telling me. You broke all of Dad's rules! You're in a lot of trouble."
Inside the room, Sammy ran to his bed and started to cry, hugging the pillow tightly. Dean crossed his arms, not caring for a few minutes until finally he just slumped his shoulders and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You scared me, Sammy. That's why I'm mad."
"I didn't mean to..." Sammy cried into the pillow. "I just wanted to go trick or treating with the other kids..."
Dean licked his lips and reached over to rub his baby brother's back. "I know. But Dad said no."
"He's not here to say no now. Pastor Jim promised and Dad made him break it. It's not fair."
"I know it's not."
"I wasn't out long. He wouldn't have known. I made sure to look both ways and hold hands when we crossed the street and everything and I was back before dark!"
"But you didn't tell me you were going."
"You said no. You always say no. It's not fair." Sammy had hiccups now. He hated hiccups and his whole body jumped with how bad they were. Dean sighed and got up, getting a glass of water and coming back to sit on the bed, making Sammy sit back up and drink the water.
"I'm sorry. How about this? Next year I'll ask Dad if I can take you if we're not at Pastor Jim's. Would you like that?"
Sammy looked at him and nodded. "Yes."
"Ok. And I won't tell Dad that you snuck out if you promise me you'll NEVER do that again. Promise?"
"Uh huh." Sammy smiled at his brother. "I promise Dean! I won't sneak out ever again without telling you."
"Good."
Sammy jumped up from the bed and ran to the door, grabbing the bag he had left there and went back to the bed. He dropped all the candy onto the mattress and gave his brother a big smile. "You can have some."
Dean smiled and reached over to push back the batman mask so he could ruffle his brother's hair. "I'm not telling Dad what you did. I expect you to give me a lot," he pointed out, then started to go through his brother's haul and pick out the candies he wanted.
Dad was on a job again. Dad was always on a job and Sammy didn't like it because it was Halloween and Pastor Jim had PROMISED him that they were going to go trick or treating. At least, he had promised Sammy, because Dean said that it was lame and didn't want to go.
But then Dad came back and packed them up into the car and took them for a trip. Sammy was happy to see Dad but it meant they were in another motel room alone and Sammy wanted candy.
"Dean..." Sammy asked again in his whiny voice.
"No, Sam," Dean said from in front of the TV. He didn't even look over at his younger brother who was in the window, watching the kids run around in the parking lot in their costumes, getting ready to start knocking on doors. Sammy was wearing the Batman costume and everything. He just needed someone to go with him.
"But why not?"
"Dad said to stay inside and we're staying inside. You don't want to make him mad, do you?"
"No..." Sammy pouted. But Dad wasn't here. He was never here. Sammy wanted his Dad here to take him trick or treating.
"Then quit asking."
The group of kids were getting closer, and Sammy looked over his shoulder. Dean was watching a loud movie. He wouldn't hear. Sammy would be back before Dean even noticed he was gone. Little fingers opened the window and Batman slipped out the window. He grabbed a bag from the cleaning lady's cart and ran over to the group of kids and moms. "Can I go with you?"
The ladies looked down at Sammy in confusion, wondering where he had come from. "Does your Mommy say it's ok?" they asked, looking around.
Sammy gave a little pout. "My mommy is dead. My brother won't take me. My name is Sam."
"Where do you live?" Another asked, and Sammy obediently pointed at the motel room he had just escaped from.
"I have to be back before dark," he said with a serious nod.
The mothers shrugged. They were only going around the block before coming back. What trouble could he be? They nodded, and Sammy gave them a bright smile as he put his mask on and went to join the kids as they started to walk around the block.
***
The movie got to a boring part and Dean decided this was the perfect point to get up and get another soda. "Sammy, you want something to drink?" he asked as he started for the kitchen area. His little brother was being quiet again, and he looked over at the window he had been pouting at all day.
The window that was now open and no little brother in his stupid costume to be seen.
"Sammy?" Dean started to look around the room, then went to the bathroom. "Sammy?!" Under the beds. In the cabinets under the sink. "SAMMY!"
Dad's gonna kill me... but I'm gonna kill that brat first... Dean thought as he ran for his bed to grab the gun that his father had given him, making sure there were bullets in it before running for the door.
As he opened it and decided where to start looking first, a group of costumed kids were coming back into the parking lot. Goblins, princesses, and there was a tiny Batman skipping with the group. Dean slumped his shoulders in relief, then started to walk over to the group, not happy.
Sammy saw him and stopped skipping, his pace changing to one in which he knew he was in trouble. He thanked the mothers very nicely, then walked over to his brother.
"Sammy, what were you thinking?!" Dean shouted. "I told you to stay inside!"
"I wanted to go trick or treating..." he said softly.
"I don't care! You were told to stay inside. You don't know those people. What if something happened to you? Dad would be pissed!"
"I'm sorry!" Sammy wibbled under his face mask. "Don't tell Dad, please!"
"Why shouldn't I?" He grabbed Sammy's arm and started to drag him back to the motel room. "You could have gotten hurt, Sam. You don't talk to strangers. You don't sneak out without telling me. You broke all of Dad's rules! You're in a lot of trouble."
Inside the room, Sammy ran to his bed and started to cry, hugging the pillow tightly. Dean crossed his arms, not caring for a few minutes until finally he just slumped his shoulders and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You scared me, Sammy. That's why I'm mad."
"I didn't mean to..." Sammy cried into the pillow. "I just wanted to go trick or treating with the other kids..."
Dean licked his lips and reached over to rub his baby brother's back. "I know. But Dad said no."
"He's not here to say no now. Pastor Jim promised and Dad made him break it. It's not fair."
"I know it's not."
"I wasn't out long. He wouldn't have known. I made sure to look both ways and hold hands when we crossed the street and everything and I was back before dark!"
"But you didn't tell me you were going."
"You said no. You always say no. It's not fair." Sammy had hiccups now. He hated hiccups and his whole body jumped with how bad they were. Dean sighed and got up, getting a glass of water and coming back to sit on the bed, making Sammy sit back up and drink the water.
"I'm sorry. How about this? Next year I'll ask Dad if I can take you if we're not at Pastor Jim's. Would you like that?"
Sammy looked at him and nodded. "Yes."
"Ok. And I won't tell Dad that you snuck out if you promise me you'll NEVER do that again. Promise?"
"Uh huh." Sammy smiled at his brother. "I promise Dean! I won't sneak out ever again without telling you."
"Good."
Sammy jumped up from the bed and ran to the door, grabbing the bag he had left there and went back to the bed. He dropped all the candy onto the mattress and gave his brother a big smile. "You can have some."
Dean smiled and reached over to push back the batman mask so he could ruffle his brother's hair. "I'm not telling Dad what you did. I expect you to give me a lot," he pointed out, then started to go through his brother's haul and pick out the candies he wanted.
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That is adorable.
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Thanks!
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