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| Current music: | The Proclaimers - I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) |
| Entry tags: | supernatural |
What's That?
Title: What’s That?
Author: windout
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 310
Pairing/Characters: Gen: Dean, Sam, John
Notes: Wee!chesters! This is a true story, but in a fictional setting as told by fictional characters. Sammy is based entirely off my baby brother (who is also three). And I took the liberty of rearranging the Impala dashboard for the fic. :-P
Summary: Baby Sammy’s getting to be a serious pain in the butt.
Sammy is three-years old now, the age where stuff isn’t really new anymore, but he still asks anyway, just to get attention.
“What’s that?”
“It’s the radio, son.”
“What’s that?”
“The gear shift.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s the A/C, Sammy.”
Dean’s scrunched up tight in the corner of the passenger’s seat, and when I steal a look over at him, I can tell he’s ready to smack Sammy. I don’t really blame him, but being the Dad, I’m not supposed to condone that sort of thing.
That’s why I’ve been answering Sammy as patiently as I can for the past fifty miles.
“Dad, how do you shut him off?” Dean whispers darkly after another question. I just give him a knowing look, which doesn’t seem to do squat for Dean. It doesn’t make Sammy’s next query any easier for anyone.
“What’s that?”
“It’s the toaster,” my oldest snaps before I can reply for the fifth time that it was the clock.
“No!” Sammy laughs at Dean’s reply. “It’s the cock!”
I hear Dean’s sputter of laughter, while I struggle not to choke on my tongue. Dean gets my best fatherly glare, but he’s laughing too hard to care. And I really can’t help chuckling either for that matter.
“C-lock, Sammy. C-lock,” I say firmly once I’ve stopped behaving like an irresponsible kid again.
“Cock!” Sammy burbles behind me. And I’ve got no choice but to clam up and accept it. Dean’s still giggling, and I bet he knew what Sammy’s reply would be. I can’t even call him on it either—he’s finally grinning for the first time in several hundred miles.
It’s worth it to have my little boys smiling without a care in the world, especially when moments like those tend to come fewer and father between these days.
Besides…it was kind of funny.
“Hey, Dad?”
“Sammy?”
“What’s that?”