Title: The First Day is the Worst Day
Disclaimer: Didn't create anyone – not that clever.
Challenge Word: "grate"
Word Count: 100 words. Because I can.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. A Wee!Chester fic for Kady-SN, because she is awesome. Dean is seven years old, Sam is three.
John holds Sam tenderly in his arms as they watch Dean go into the school. As his eldest opens the door to the old building, it lets out a harsh, grating sound and Sam starts to tear up.
"De! De!" Tiny arms wave frantically after Dean, but then he's gone inside.
Sam buries his head in John's neck and bawls.
John stokes his hair, kisses his youngest.
The Hunt can wait.
"Sammy," he says softly, "don't cry. You'll see Dean this afternoon. Daddy's here. Daddy'll take care of you."
Sam looks up, shyly smiles. "A'ways?" he asks.
John nods. "Always."