Title: The First Day is the Worst Day, Revisited
Disclaimer: Didn't create anyone – not that talented.
Challenge Word: "square"
Word Count: 100 words. Yay me.
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Spoiler Alert: None. A Wee!Chester fic for Wolfpack Pride, because she asked for the drabble from Dean's pov. Your wish, my command. Dean is seven years old, Sam is three.
As Dean opens the door to his new school, he can hear Sammy wailing, and the sound rips at his young heart to shreds. He knows Dad is standing in the small square just across the street, holding his little brother in his arms. All he wants to do is turn around, run back to his family.
He won't, though. He's going to be brave, like Dad.
He straightens his shoulders, walks through the door, Sammy's cries muffled when it shuts.
He knows he'll see Dad and Sammy this afternoon, but he's already learned something:
Dean really hates saying good-bye.