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apocalypsosOkay, this is the first Supernatural fic. Well, ficlet. It's really just the first Tiny!Dean and Tiny!Sam thing that came to mind, because Tiny!Sam had to be such an adorable five-year-old, even in the midst of all of the evil-fighting craziness. :)
Gremlins
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Billy Walker doesn't want to play with me anymore."
"So?"
"He says I'm stupid."
"No, you're not. You killed that gremlin, didn't you?"
"That doesn't make me smart."
"You picked up that sword all by yourself."
*scowls* "That makes me strong, not smart."
"Whatever."
*pause*
"Stop picking at your Band-Aid."
"Okay."
"*pause*
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?"
"Can I have a cookie?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Oh."
*pause*
"Because Billy said I can't eat anymore."
"Huh?"
"I told him that I got bit by a gremlin on my hand and that's why I was wearing a Band-Aid, and he said that when you get bit by a gremlin, you turn into one --"
"You do not."
"-- and then he said that now I can't eat after midnight, and then I said it's always midnight sometime, and that's when he said that I can't eat anymore at all ever again."
*pause*
"Now, that's smart."
"Why?"
*sigh* "Sammy, you are not going to turn into a gremlin."
"But Billy said --"
"Billy Walker is stupid. He failed kindergarten. Dad knows way more about that kind of stuff than Billy, Sammy, and Dad says that biting rule only counts with werewolves, vampires, and some kinds of ghouls."
"Oh. Okay."
"All right, come on, shrimp. Let's go make sure you take a bath before Dad gets home from his hunting trip."
*pause*
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?"
"Billy says I can't take baths anymore or I'll throw up baby gremlins."
*pause*
"Dean? Where are you going with your BB gun, Dean?"
Gremlins
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Billy Walker doesn't want to play with me anymore."
"So?"
"He says I'm stupid."
"No, you're not. You killed that gremlin, didn't you?"
"That doesn't make me smart."
"You picked up that sword all by yourself."
*scowls* "That makes me strong, not smart."
"Whatever."
*pause*
"Stop picking at your Band-Aid."
"Okay."
"*pause*
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?"
"Can I have a cookie?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Oh."
*pause*
"Because Billy said I can't eat anymore."
"Huh?"
"I told him that I got bit by a gremlin on my hand and that's why I was wearing a Band-Aid, and he said that when you get bit by a gremlin, you turn into one --"
"You do not."
"-- and then he said that now I can't eat after midnight, and then I said it's always midnight sometime, and that's when he said that I can't eat anymore at all ever again."
*pause*
"Now, that's smart."
"Why?"
*sigh* "Sammy, you are not going to turn into a gremlin."
"But Billy said --"
"Billy Walker is stupid. He failed kindergarten. Dad knows way more about that kind of stuff than Billy, Sammy, and Dad says that biting rule only counts with werewolves, vampires, and some kinds of ghouls."
"Oh. Okay."
"All right, come on, shrimp. Let's go make sure you take a bath before Dad gets home from his hunting trip."
*pause*
"Dean?"
"What, Sammy?"
"Billy says I can't take baths anymore or I'll throw up baby gremlins."
*pause*
"Dean? Where are you going with your BB gun, Dean?"
