FICLET: Brotherly (Gen, G)
Title: Brotherly
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: Sam doesn't see anything wrong with Dean being his whole entire world.
A/N: Quick little Weechester ficlet (drabble?). Believe it or not it's not meant to be incestuous at all, just an early dose of that sweet sweet codependency.
When Sam is in second grade, his teacher assigns the class a project on their favorite thing in the world.
Sam is excited, and he makes Dean walk him to the convenience store they saw when they first pulled up into town, so he can get materials. Dean grumbles and rolls his eyes, and Sam pretends he doesn’t see the small smile on Dean’s face as Sam reaches for his brother’s hand so they can walk across the street. Sam makes Dean stand at the front of the store so he can get the stuff he needs in private and Dean huffs a laugh when Sam teeters on his tiptoes to get the basket onto the conveyor belt.
They walk back to the motel, one of Sam’s small hands clasped tightly in Dean’s, the other gripping the bag full of art supplies. Dean grins down at Sammy and hands him the Snickers bar he’s snuck into his pocket.
Sam’s so excited about his project, and he won’t tell Dean what it is or let him see, because he wants to show it to Dean after he turns it in and Ms. Applebaum puts one of those scratch n’ sniff stickers on it that says “Good Job!”, because he wants Dean to be proud of him, to see how good he can be.
Sam never gets the opportunity to bring his project home to Dean. Sam knows he’s done something wrong because Ms. Applebaum is frowning at him even though she insists he’s not in trouble, there’s that little furrow in her brow that appears whenever she gets upset and crinkles her face up all weird, and then he’s in a chair in the guidance counselor’s office and the woman with the bushy eyebrows is asking him weird questions about Dad and Dean.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she tells him, eyes wide and voice breathy. “If they’re hurting you you can tell me, you won’t get in any trouble. You’re safe here, Sam.”
He’s sent to sit outside in a hard plastic chair like the ones from the emergency room, and he can hear Ms. Applebaum and the bushy eyebrow lady saying things like “unsafe environment for a child” and “attachment bordering on obsession” and “absent parent” and “unhealthy codependency” and Sam really, really doesn’t wanna be there, wishes he could be anywhere else in this moment, really. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he can tell that it’s bad because all the adults are shooting him these worried, sympathetic looks and he heard the words “should probably be removed from the home” a couple of minutes ago and he knows that they’re talking about him, even if he can’t fathom why.
The lady at the reception desk gives him a piece of candy and a letter for his dad, saying “make sure he gets this and comes up to the school, this is very, very important Sam and I’m trusting you with this because your dad didn’t come to the phone,” and Sam hides the letter at the bottom of his backpack and is relieved for the first time ever that Dad moves them out of the town 3 days later.
He never mentions it to Dean or to Dad, and after that Sam stops trying to explain how much he loves his brother, because people don’t seem to understand and he doesn’t want to lose Dean.
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: Sam doesn't see anything wrong with Dean being his whole entire world.
A/N: Quick little Weechester ficlet (drabble?). Believe it or not it's not meant to be incestuous at all, just an early dose of that sweet sweet codependency.
When Sam is in second grade, his teacher assigns the class a project on their favorite thing in the world.
Sam is excited, and he makes Dean walk him to the convenience store they saw when they first pulled up into town, so he can get materials. Dean grumbles and rolls his eyes, and Sam pretends he doesn’t see the small smile on Dean’s face as Sam reaches for his brother’s hand so they can walk across the street. Sam makes Dean stand at the front of the store so he can get the stuff he needs in private and Dean huffs a laugh when Sam teeters on his tiptoes to get the basket onto the conveyor belt.
They walk back to the motel, one of Sam’s small hands clasped tightly in Dean’s, the other gripping the bag full of art supplies. Dean grins down at Sammy and hands him the Snickers bar he’s snuck into his pocket.
Sam’s so excited about his project, and he won’t tell Dean what it is or let him see, because he wants to show it to Dean after he turns it in and Ms. Applebaum puts one of those scratch n’ sniff stickers on it that says “Good Job!”, because he wants Dean to be proud of him, to see how good he can be.
Sam never gets the opportunity to bring his project home to Dean. Sam knows he’s done something wrong because Ms. Applebaum is frowning at him even though she insists he’s not in trouble, there’s that little furrow in her brow that appears whenever she gets upset and crinkles her face up all weird, and then he’s in a chair in the guidance counselor’s office and the woman with the bushy eyebrows is asking him weird questions about Dad and Dean.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she tells him, eyes wide and voice breathy. “If they’re hurting you you can tell me, you won’t get in any trouble. You’re safe here, Sam.”
He’s sent to sit outside in a hard plastic chair like the ones from the emergency room, and he can hear Ms. Applebaum and the bushy eyebrow lady saying things like “unsafe environment for a child” and “attachment bordering on obsession” and “absent parent” and “unhealthy codependency” and Sam really, really doesn’t wanna be there, wishes he could be anywhere else in this moment, really. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he can tell that it’s bad because all the adults are shooting him these worried, sympathetic looks and he heard the words “should probably be removed from the home” a couple of minutes ago and he knows that they’re talking about him, even if he can’t fathom why.
The lady at the reception desk gives him a piece of candy and a letter for his dad, saying “make sure he gets this and comes up to the school, this is very, very important Sam and I’m trusting you with this because your dad didn’t come to the phone,” and Sam hides the letter at the bottom of his backpack and is relieved for the first time ever that Dad moves them out of the town 3 days later.
He never mentions it to Dean or to Dad, and after that Sam stops trying to explain how much he loves his brother, because people don’t seem to understand and he doesn’t want to lose Dean.