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"I dont get it" Dean whines at John "why cant I see colors??"
John sighs. He told his 5 year old son about the colors a few months ago and this question now came everyday
"Because you're too young Dean. Now shut up and look after Sammy. Im working"
"but I wanna see the colors!" Dean protested
"IM WORKING!" John shouted, throwing a cup at Dean who ducked just in time and ran to his room. He picked up his baby brother, who was crying at the loudness if his fathers voice.
"Its okay Sammy. Im sorry I made him shout Sammy" Dean held Sam and comforted him until the both fell asleep, Dean curled up on his bed, clutching his one year old brother, his only source of complacency, to his chest.
