Written: 24.09.19
Words: 1,368
Wee!Chesters
“I don’t understand.”
Dean paused, hand resting on the knob of the motel door. He hung his head and let out a sigh, “I know.”
“But then… why?”
The confusion in the question got him to turn back around. He hadn’t quite steeled himself against the huge puppy dog eyes his younger brother was beaming at him. He forced himself to take in a breath and walked the few steps back toward the bed, “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“But Dad’s gonna be so mad.” Sammy couldn’t help but twist his fist into the blanket he was clutching to his chest at the thought, his giant eyes not leaving his brother’s face, “If you take the blame…”
“It’ll be okay, Sammy.” Dean forced the corner of his mouth to turn up into a smile as he reached out, ruffling his brother’s hair, “I can take it. Besides, Dad’ll be so tired from work, he probably won’t even notice.”
“But I-” The younger brother cut himself off as the motel door opened.
Dean didn’t miss the way he tried to back himself up, despite already being pressed against the headboard, and stood from the bed, turning his attention to their father.
John took a few shuffled steps into the room – just far enough for the door to swing closed behind him – before he pitched forward, looking ready to collapse into the carpet.
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