Written: 25.05.22
Words: 686
Wee!Chesters
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother’s non-convincing reply. He looked up from the stack of board games he was carefully trying not to topple over that was in the closet in front of him. He leaned backward a little bit, so he could see the couch the five-year-old was slumped on and the giant window behind him, “It’s still raining.”
“I know.”
The defeated sigh made the blonde roll his eyes again, and he turned back toward the games, “I’m sure the storm will pass soon. Then you can go play outside.”
“That’s what you said yesterday.”
“Well, Jesus, Sammy!” The stack went toppling over and Dean couldn’t help but swat at one of them, no longer able to hide his annoyance, “What do you expect me to do? It’s not like I control the weather!”
“I know!” Sam scrunched up his face – the expression he made when he thought his brother was being an idiot – before somehow deflating further against the back cushion, “It just… sucks.”
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it a moment later silently. He forced himself to take a breath, before letting out a deflating sigh of his own, “I know.”
They had been so excited when their Dad finally brought them to California. After leaving Uncle Bobby’s house and the snow, beaches and sunny weather were going to be a welcome refresh of their spirits. But what happened as soon as they rolled into town?
Non-stop thunder storms.
Dean had joked on the first night that it was like they brought the storm clouds with them.
That was just over a week ago.
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