Fluffy kid!Destiel, written for deangirlonthemove who was feeling a bit down yesterday, and needed some cheering up.
Remember chica: Haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate, refrigerators gonna refrigerate. You’re awesome and anons are cowards, sending you big hugs!
The best way to spend summer break was at the playground across the street, or so Dean thought. He knew nearly every kid in the neighborhood, and with most of his friends living in the same street, hanging out there was always fun. Jo, Benny, Charlie, Andy… There was always someone for Dean to play with.
Often Molly, the huge tabby cat that belonged to Dean’s neighbor Mrs. Moseley, joined them as well. Dean suspected that she mostly stuck around for the snacks that Dean’s mother Mary and Jo’s mother Ellen often handed out at the playground throughout the day, but the fluffy ball of fur was good company nonetheless.
“I’m going outside, mom.” Dean called over his shoulder as he opened the backdoor.
“Alright sweetheart, be careful when crossing the street.” Mary called back from the kitchen.
Dean rolled his eyes as he stepped outside. “Come on, mom, I’m nearly ten years old.” He mumbled when he was sure she could no longer hear him.
It was a bright, sunny day, and Dean whistled a random tune as he crossed the street, aiming for the playground. However, he froze in his tracks when he noticed the three bulky boys that were hovering beside the swings.
“Ugh, just great… Them again.” Dean muttered sarcastically under his breath, already taking a step backwards.
It was Alastair, and with him were two of his friends. Dean knew that one of them was named Gordon, but he wasn’t sure about the other one; for the most part, he tried to stay far away from the group of bullies that every now and then terrorized the playground. All the other kids were smart enough to do the same, which explained why the playground was pretty much deserted at the moment.
Dean huffed disappointedly, about to turn on his heels and go back home, when he noticed that someone whom he didn’t recognize was with the group of tormenters…
It was difficult to see from where Dean was standing, but it was a boy about Dean’s age who was sitting on one of the swings, looking up with wide terrified eyes as the three boys towered over him. The boys were circling around him like a couple of vultures, and Dean was certain that their intentions were less than noble.
“Now what…” Dean uttered under his breath.
As tempting as it was to simply turn around and flee, deep down, Dean knew that it would be the cowardly thing to do. Dean Winchester was not a coward, but to go up against no less than three other kids… He deliberated. To go back home or to stay and help the boy?
Dean got distracted when he felt something brush against his ankles. It was followed by a soft mewling sound. He glanced down, shaking his head at Molly who had popped up and was persistently rubbing her head against Dean’s legs.
“Shh Molly, if they see us, we’re toast.” He hissed quietly.
Molly’s green eyes blinked up at Dean once, twice, as if sending him a message.
Dean sighed and rubbed his face.
“Okay okay, you win, I’m going.” He groaned, throwing up his hands.