E/O Challenge Word:

bright /brīt/ adj. – giving out or reflecting a lot of light; shining.


Spoilers/Warnings: None, pre-series

Disclaimer: Not mine

Word Count: Triple drabble


...so bright, I gotta wear shades. ~ Status Quo


Sam tilted his head as he stared at the glowing box in the middle of the table.

Its outer shell white while its front was black with dozens of tiny holes; the bright light within shining forth and causing the four-year old to slightly squint.

"What is it?"

Dean shrugged, having never seen anything like it.

"Beats me," he replied, stepping in front of Sam and protecting the kid from whatever this contraption was...and from whatever it might do.

Who knew what it was capable of...

The eight-year old glanced at Bobby.

"What is this?" he demanded, trusting the older hunter but still suspicious of anything unfamiliar, of anything that might harm Sam. "And where did you get it?"

The big brother paused.

"Is it safe?"

Bobby chuckled at Dean's interrogation and at both brothers' overall confusion, feeling vaguely sad that his kids had such limited experience with toys that they couldn't identify even the most popular item on the market right now.

"C'mon, fellas..." Bobby drawled. "Haven't you ever seen a Lite-Brite?"

"A what?" Dean asked, seeming to become even more suspicious.

But Sam's eyes widened in sudden recognition.

"Yes!" the four-year old chirped and side-stepped his brother, rushing forward to further inspect their new toy. "We saw this on TV, Dean. Remember?"

"No," Dean answered, having long ago learned not to pay attention to commercials on TV.

Because they only made him want things he couldn't have.

Dean sighed. "Wait, Sam..." he called, halting his brother's movement and then glancing again at Bobby. "Is it safe?"

Bobby smiled at the big brother's repeated question. "Yes," he confirmed about the toy he had bought for his kids. "It's safe for Sam to play with...and for you to play with, too."

Dean said nothing but approached the table, joining his little brother.

Sam beamed at him, shaking the plastic bag of colorful pegs that would glow once they were stuck into the Lite-Brite's surface.

"What should we make, Dean?"

Dean answered instantly. "A Devil's Trap."


END