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Dark

Little 4 - year old Sammy was scared of the dark. He was ashamed and embarrassed of it. But tonight, a Thursday, there was a loud thunderstorm outside. Dean lay sound asleep in the other bed. Sam on the other hand was wide awake. Every time he heard thunder he would jump and flinch.

Then, the lightening started. Sam jumped up out of bed and raced to Dean's side, shaking his shoulder. "De... wake up. Please!" But he didn't budge so Sam jumped on him and Dean cried out, sitting up.
"Sammy... what are you - are you crying?" Dean said softly, looking at his baby brother.

He was crying in fear. Dean pulled him close, holding him and stroking his hair. "Hush... it's just a storm."
"It's gonna get us!"
"No... no." Dean said reassuringly. "Sammy... do you remember the last time it rained?"

Sam looked up at him with dewey eyes. He nodded gently. "Yeah."
"Well.. do you remember jumping in puddles of mud and water in the morning?" Dean asked. Sam's face lit up like a candle. He smiled , nodding. "Yeah."

Dean chuckled at that. "Well.. if you go to sleep I promise you , we'll play outside tomorrow."
"In the mud, too?" Sam giggled.
Dean laughed. "Yeah, Sammy. Whatever you want."