Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Wee!Chesters, OCs
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel Hallowe'en Comment Fic Challenge: Night Time, Trick or Treat
Word Count: 1,283
Date Written: 7 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sammy peered out the window at the other kids dressed in cheerful, colorful costumes. “Oh, come on, Dean,” he whined. “Can’t we go out tonight? Just one night?”
“No way,” Dean said, shaking his head and folding his arms determinedly across his thin chest.
“But -- “ Sammy’s bottom lip trembled. “All the other kids are having so much fun!”
“Look. I’ll go get you some candy in the morning from the 7-11. Right now you’re going to bed.”
“But I’m not sleepy!” Sammy protested.
“I’m tired,” Dean told him, remembering one of their father’s tricks, “and I can’t sleep as long as you’re up.” He checked the door again, made sure all three locks -- the two the hotel had put on it and the one their father had added before he’d left -- were secure, and pushed a chair up underneath the door knob.
Still pouting, Sammy rolled his eyes. “Like all that’s really ne-nec-neces-necessary.”
Dean rolled his eyes back at him. “That’s the last time I let you spend an afternoon at the library. You learned all those fancy words, and now you’re using them against me.” He checked the lock on the window and then snatched the curtains closed, barring Sammy’s view of the trick or treaters.
“Can’t we at least give out candy?”
Dean looked at him. “Where do you think we’d get the candy?”
Sammy shrugged. Just then a knock sounded on the door. Dean froze. Sammy happily headed toward the door and was already pulling one chain out of its lock by the time Dean snapped, “Don’t you open that door!”
“But it’s just another kid wanting candy,” Sammy argued.
“And we have no candy to give them!”
“I’ll find something,” he said, pouting.
“Fine,” Dean grumbled. “You find something, and I’ll make sure it is a kid.”
“You’re so weird,” Sammy retorted, rolling his eyes again.
“The world is weird,” Dean bit back. Sometimes he really wished he could tell his brother that monsters were real. Maybe then he’d understand why he did all the things he did to protect him, but their father was right. Just because his childhood had been screwed doesn’t mean Sammy’s had to be too. It was bad enough that they were constantly shuffling back and forth between hotels and had no time with their one remaining parent. No, their life was hard enough; he wasn’t going to add to it.
Peering out the window, Dean saw a girl a little older than himself looking bored and her kid sister who was dressed as a Princess. Dean’s eyes widened as he looked back at the girl and the short, pink poodle skirt she wore. She popped her gum and turned her head. The light of the setting sun sparkled on her blonde ponytail. Dean rushed to the door, snatched the chair away, undid the locks in record time, and yanked the door open.
“TRICK OR TREAT!” the little girl yelled excitedly.
Dean forgot all about mentioning that their light had not been left on, but the girl his own age seemed to realize that they shouldn’t be there. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Alicia was determined that we stop here.”
“Why aren’t you out trick or treating?” her kid sister asked, looking up at Dean.
“‘Cause that’s kid stuff,” he muttered, unable to take his eyes off of her sister. “HEY, SAMMY!” he yelled over his shoulder. “YOU GOT THAT CANDY YET?”
“I can’t find anything except these muffins!”
“THAT’LL WORK, AND THERE’S SODA IN THE FRIDGE!”
A moment later, Sammy appeared, holding four cans of soda and two prepackaged, blueberry muffins that had been in their welcome basket. Dean knew there was no telling how old the muffins were, but he wasn’t studying that. Instead he grabbed one along with a soda and tossed them into Alicia’s plastic pumpkin before handing another muffin and soda to her sister.
She smiled down at him. “I thought you said we were too old for trick or treating.”
“For trick or treating, yeah,” he said. His face burned as he felt himself grinning like a fool. “But not for treats.”
“Thank you -- “ she replied, smiling and taking the treats from him. She pocketed the muffin but popped open the soda. She took a long sip, then smiled at him again over the can’s rim. “I was dying of thirst!”
“We can’t have that!” His grin was broad and full of teeth. Sammy rolled his eyes at him but stood on his tiptoes to see if there were any more trick or treaters behind the girls. His face fell when he saw noone.
“Come on, Lindsey!” Alicia exclaimed, suddenly tugging at her sister’s empty hand. “We’re wasting precious time! I heard some of the houses are giving out whole candy bars, the big ones!”
Lindsey rolled her eyes this time. “That’s just a rumor,” she retorted but then looked back at Dean. “We’re having a party later,” she told him, “at my place. My parents are letting me throw it for taking the twerp here trick or treating.”
Dean pulled back just a little as Alicia glared at her sister.
“It would be cool if you could come,” Lindsey added hopefully.
“I . . . I’ve gotta stay here,” he answered hesitantly, glancing down at Sammy. “Watch over him.”
“You could bring him,” Lindsey offered. “They could keep each other busy.”
“No,” Dean found himself saying. He shook his head, glanced down again at Alicia, and promptly shut the door in their faces.
Sammy frowned up at him. “That was rude!”
“She was rude,” Dean said quietly. There they had been -- two perfectly normal girls with their parents both still alive and able to lead normal lives. Yet Lindsey had acted like spending any time with her sister was a pain. Quickly he slid the locks and chair back into place. “It’s bedtime anyway,” he muttered.
“You’re never any fun any more!”
Dean didn’t argue. He knew it was better to not be fun, or have fun, and be alive than the alternative just as he knew it was better to have a kid sibling close than not to want him or her around at all. Sammy watched him, wide-eyed, as he quietly returned the sodas to the fridge and made sure the lights were out, all but Sammy’s night light that he plugged into the wall socket. Then he laid down in the one bed in the room.
“Come on, Sammy. Bed time.”
Sammy pouted, but he came. He got into bed behind his brother. Dean waited a moment, then turned around and threw his arms over him, making a sound that resembled light snoring. He feigned sleep, but they both knew he was faking. Sammy held still as Dean’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. He didn’t know what was bothering his brother and wished he would tell him, but he was glad to have him there with him.
Dean’s eyes cracked open, and he looked at the back of Sammy’s head. He thought again of Lindsey and Alicia and all that Lindsey was missing out on because she had her priorities, a word he knew well from their father, screwed. He’d never place anything above Sammy, he swore, no matter how much the kid bothered him at times. Slowly his eyes slid shut. He’d do everything he could to protect him and keep him close, he vowed yet again. Sammy was already asleep, and soon Dean was snoring too, for real this time. They slept soundly, both content and secure in the knowledge they had each other as kids who were missing out on so much that they’d never known ran merrily down the streets outside.