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[Set in canonish.

wentdwnthatroad used with love to make up for the prompt of lame. (Dean’s opinion, not mine.)]

Dad had told them to go occupy themselves.

He gave them money to get ice cream from the ice cream truck, and told them to go out and play on their own. At eight years-old, Dean had better things to do than babysit Sammy, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was stuck while Dad was off doing whatever it was he was doing, and he wasn’t fond of it. Plus, with Sammy around, he had less money for ice cream so he was stuck with a stupid popsicle instead of the ice cream fudge bar.

Lame.

They had returned to Pastor Jim’s after getting the ice cream, and Sammy was starting to get sticky from his, but Dad wasn’t done yet. He had tossed the bag of toys and books that they kept for car rides at the boys, and told them to head outside, leaving them alone again. Dean was really starting to get sick of babysitting Sammy.

“Vrrrrrr vrrrrrrroooooom vrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooom,” Sam said to himself, staying sprawled on top of one of the sturdier card tables that one of the church ladies left out near the side of the road. He had pouted his way into getting a second turn with the Matchbox cars, which left Dean with the legal pad and the markers. He was drumming along to one of Dad’s songs on the edge of the pad, before glancing around to the different people that were in the area.

School was out so there were a few kids out along the street with lemonade and all different kinds of stuff. There were a few yard sales, where people were coming over and walking away with stuff that they had paid for. Apparently, if you put stuff up for sale on the side of the road, people were willing to pay a lot of money for it, and fast. Each item, had its own kind of price tag and sign. He considered for a moment, before starting to write in big letters across the front of the paper.