Written: 25.03.13
Words: 810
Wee!Chesters, Funny
Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.
After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.
He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.
Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”
The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.
Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.
Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.
“Sammy?” He gently knocked, “You okay in there?”
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