Sam saves Dean
Sam saves Dean.
Dean played on the swing for nearly half an hour until Sam told him to go play on the slide again, because his arms were killing him.
"'Kay, Sammy," said Dean, running back to the slide.
Sam walked back over to the bench to watch Dean play. When he made it to the bench, Sam turned to look at Dean, but he saw his brother wasn't on or near the slide.
"DEAN!" he screamed, looking frantically around the park. He ran over to a young mother playing with her daughter. "Have you seen the kid with the blue hat on? He's my brother, have you seen him?"
"He was with a man a second ago, I thought it might have been his dad. He had hold of his arm and took him through that gate." The woman pointed to the gate at the back of the park. "The little boy was struggling, but I thought maybe he didn't want to go home or something. I really thought it was his dad. I'll call the police."
Sam nodded, and ran in the direction that he hoped to find his brother.
"Get away," said Dean, struggling to get away from the man holding his arm in a tight grip.
"Shut up, you little brat," said the man angrily, leading the boy to an alley.
Dean's struggles intensified as he started to panic. "Get off."
The man came to a stop, and threw Dean into the alley where he landed in a heap on the ground. The little boy called for help, but there was nobody around to save him. Dean stood up, and tried to run away but the man hit him in the face, knocking him down. "OWIE! You sonabish," he cried in pain, holding his eye.
The man walked menacingly towards Dean, who tried crawling backwards to get away. "That's not nice. Little boy's aren't supposed to swear." He enjoyed Dean's terror, it made everything more exciting to see the wide green eyes darting around, as if he was trying to find a way out. He knelt beside him, and let his eyes roam down the little body. "You're such a beautiful little boy," he whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Such pretty eyes... the tears make them sparkle like diamonds."
"My Sammy come... And get you," said Dean, trying to sound brave even though his voice was trembling.
The man laughed, and ran his finger down the angelic freckled little face, before his hand drifted lower down his body. "Your Sammy's not going to save you. Nobody will."
Sam ran faster when he saw his brother's hat laying in the street. He stopped to pick it up, knowing his brother would never forgive him if he didn't.
"Come on, Dean. Make a noise or something." Sam caught sight of an alley a little further up the street, and started running towards it when he heard a familiar voice scream for help.
"HEP ME, SAMMY!" Dean yelled, hoping his big brother heard him.
The man laughed again. "Nobody can hear you. Now be quiet, or I'm going to kill you."
Dean whimpered, and backed up until he hit his back against the wall. "No. My Sammy hep me."
"You bet I will, little brother," said a new voice from the front of the alley.
"SAMMY!" cried Dean, at the same time the man spun around to see Sam standing there.
"Dean, come to me," said Sam, not taking his eyes off the man who took his brother.
Dean, his face wet from tears, ran over to Sam and threw his arms around his legs in a hug.
Sam blinked his tears away, and smiled at his brother. He wanted nothing more than to hug him, but he had something to do first. "Okay, kiddo. Get behind me."
"'K-Kay." Dean nodded, and did what his brother told him to.
"You make a habit of picking on defenceless little kids? Well you messed with the wrong one this time." Sam took a step towards the man, and couldn't help smiling when he took a step back. "Aw, what's wrong? Am I too big, or is it only little kids you like to mess with?"
"I-I just..." The man wasn't so tough now he was face to face with Dean's big brother.
Sam took another step forward, so he was in-front of him. "Why don't you try someone your own size?" He swung his fist and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down. "Well come on then, Mr hard man," he taunted, kicking him in the ribs as hard as he could, smiling when he heard a faint cracking sound.
"It's okay, kiddo," soothed Sam when he heard Dean crying out behind him and felt little hands clench onto his trousers tighter.
"He up," Dean whispered, pointing to the nasty mister, who was getting to his feet.
"That hurt," he said, stepping towards Sam, and kneeing him in the crotch, causing him to drop to his knees.
"SAMMY!" he yelled, coming from behind Sam, and in-front of the man. "You's hurted Sammy's doodle. You nasty mister." Dean started hitting the man with his tiny fists.
"Get over here now," called Sam when he saw his brother. When Dean turned to look at him, he held his hand out and waved him over, a pleading expression on his face. "Dean, please come here."
Dean turned back to the man in-front of him with a little smirk on his face. 'Me hurted Sammy's doodle,' he thought, before throwing himself forward, and hitting the man square in the crotch with his head.
"Ow, you little..." he groaned, before he too fell to his knees, holding the injured area.
Sam blinked in surprise at what his little brother just did and couldn't help but feel proud.
"You's big meanie," said Dean, and hit the man in the face twice.
The man retaliated by shoving Dean hard, causing him to fall, and hit his face on the concrete, making him scream in pain.
Sam's own pain was immediately forgotten when he heard his brother cry out. He stood up slowly, ignoring the pain that came with it, stopping in-front of the still kneeling man. "Nobody hurts my little brother," he said in a low threatening voice, as he swung his fist once again, knocking the man out. He would have done more damage, but he had to check on Dean and make sure he was okay.
"Dean." Sam turned, and knelt next to Dean, scooping the crying boy into his arms. "Hey, let me have a look." He gently ran his fingers over the scrape down his cheek, where he also noticed the red mark around his eye. "Dammit. What happened to your eye?"
Dean whimpered, more tears falling down his face. His breathing was erratic, as his teary eyes darted around looking for the man who hurt him, the poor thing was clearly terrified. "Mister hitted me."
Sam hugged Dean tighter when he started sobbing. "Shh. It's okay. You were amazing. You just kicked a grown man's ass, I'm so proud of you. You're my little hero," he said, kissing Dean's hair, before standing up.
"Batman?" whispered Dean, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"No, you're better than Batman. Come on, we need to get out of here before the cops come."
When Dean wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, he walked over to the unconscious man. He ignored him for a second, and picked up a stone to write on the wall: 'THIS IS THE MAN WHO TOOK MY BROTHER!' Just in-case they saw him and thought he was the guy who took a kid from the park.
He dropped the stone, and turned back towards the prone man. "How does it feel getting your ass kicked by a three year old?" he said, kicking him hard in the head, and walking away, speeding up when he heard the sirens.
When he was halfway up the street, he turned and saw the three police men rushing into the alley.
"Hey, Dean? Would you like that ice cream now?" Sam asked his brother, smiling when he felt the little head nodding against his chest.
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