A/N: Here's a bunch of preseries drabbles based on one-word prompts. Here's the first one, I hope you like it. Please review!

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Prompt: Sprinkles

Dean knows he shouldn't have left Sammy alone. But it was only for a minute, and the kid had been asleep when Dean had left.

He definitely isn't asleep now.

"Sam… what did you do?" Dean's voice is barely a whisper; he's too shocked to speak any louder.

His three-year-old brother grins at him from where he's precariously perched on top of the counter. "I made ice cream sundae!" he explains happily, holding his arms out so that Dean can see the full extent.

Dean blames Pastor Jim. If it weren't for him, Sam wouldn't even know what an ice cream sundae was. He also blames whoever was in their motel room last, for leaving ice cream toppings in the cabinets. Because now Sammy is drenched in whipped cream and chocolate sauce, and decorated from head to toe with sprinkles.

Dean sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, knowing that Dad's gonna kill him. Then he looks up at his little brother and says the first thing that comes to mind. "You're not ice cream, Sammy."
The kid's smile disappears and he just looks confused. Dean opens his mouth to explain how an ice cream sundae requires ice cream under the toppings, and since all the toppings are on top of Sam, it looks like Sam's supposed to be the ice cream. But before he can even get a word out, Dean hears the too-familiar grumble of his Dad's car in the parking lot, and his eyes widen.

Apparently Sam recognizes the sound too, because his grin returns. "Daddy!"

Dean quickly lifts Sam off the counter and carries him into the motel bathroom, hoping there's not too many toppings left open in the kitchen. Sammy cries out in protest as Dean lowers him into the tub, clothes and all, and he tries to climb out before Dean can turn the water on, but he quiets as soon as dean promises a bubble bath. He pours in the soap as the warm water tricked much too slowly into the bathtub. Dean silently begs it to hurry—he can hear Dad stumbling towards the door—and Sammy keeps splashing, but Dean somehow manages to get most of the sprinkles off of him before the front door opens.

"Dean? Sammy?" Dad's voice is tired, but not impatient, so Dean dares to hope he won't be in the mood to yell.

Before Dean can respond, Dad appears in the bathroom doorway, looking surprisingly clean for having just finished a hunt, but Dean can see blood trickling down his neck.

"Whatcha boys doing in here?" Dad asks suspiciously.

"I'm giving Sammy a bath," Dean replies and prays—just like Pastor Jim taught him, with an Amen and everything—that Dad will take that as an answer and leave.

But Dad's eyes narrow, and Dean gulps nervously. "With his clothes on?" he interrogates.

Dean clears his throat. "Y-yeah. You see—,"

"I made ice cream sundae!" Sam interrupts, grinning innocently at their father.

Dean cringes and avoids his dad's gaze, waiting for the yelling to start. But Dad just sighs and closes his eyes, copying Dean's earlier motion. "We'll talk about this later," he promises. "Clean Sammy up."
"Yes sir," Dean replies obediently, and waits for his Dad to retreat into the bedroom before he turns back to Sammy—who is humming Bon Jovi off key while trying and failing to balance a bar of soap on his head—and sighs.

He knows he shouldn't have left Sammy alone. And he'll never do it again.

A/N: So there's the first one. I hope you liked it. Please review!