hi guys this is my first attempt at a story and i have no beta so i apologize but i hope you enjoy it

disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of the characters. if i did the whole show would be a lot less angsty

"Dean!"

Dean jerked awake, startled by his father's voice. He rolled over and mumbled into his pillow "Dad? Are you leaving for your hunt already?". "Uhuh..." John voice sounded muffled from where his face was emerged in his duffle bag "i have to leave as soon as possible because i only have a limited amount of time to kill this sucker dean". "But dad it's only 5:30 in the morning, couldn't you stay just an hour or so longer so you can say good bye to Sammy?"

John shook his head no as he finished checking the content of his bag. "The longer we wait, the more people die! I'll see you two when i get back. Watch over your brother, understand dean?"

Dean nodded "of course dad"

"Good, then I'll be heading off, see you in about 11 days." As the door snapped shut behind john, dean turned his eyes to his baby brother Sammy who was sleeping peacefully on the mouldy old motel bed he was resting on. 'What a crap place' dean thought as he turned his gaze to the space he and Sammy would be sharing for the next week and a half.

Seeing as it was only 5:30 and dean didn't have to be up until 7 he decided to go back to sleep. Soon, all you could hear in that tiny motel room was the quiet breathing of the two boys that occupied it.

The next time dean awoke it was to the soft patter of small feet moving around. "Sammy?" He called "what time is it?"

Sam looked back from where he was setting out the stale fruit loops on the rickety wooden table for breakfast "it's about 7:30 lazy bones, you should get out of bed before were late for school!"

"Oh! What a tragedy that would be" dean snarked "just so terrible!"

"It would be terrible, you jerk!" sam cried, as he started to pack his back pack.

"Mrs. Smith would give me detention for being late and then i wouldn't be able to go watch the soccer tryouts after school."

"You know you can't play soccer though right Sammy? Dads coming back in a few days and then we're leaving...Besides! How can you even get detention, you're in the 1st grade." "Mrs. Smith is really strict dean! She'll give anybody detention, even you!" Sam giggled as he thought about his short, elderly teacher giving dean a detention. Dean looked amused as he got out of bed and sauntered over to sam. "Oh yea? Like she could give me detention, she would have to catch me first" dean declared as he pulled sam into a headlock "Ouch!" sam cried

"Oh! Sorry dude, are you still sore from dad's training? Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's not that bad dean. just a little tender…" sam shrugged as dean peered at him suspiciously

"Well ok, but tell me if anything starts to hurt" commanded dean as he started to eat his cereal he had just retrieved from the table. Little did dean know but sam was hurt far worse than he let on; he had acquired several dark bruises from the tough "training" john had submitted them to last week. Training for what, Sam had no idea, what he did know was that he couldn't let dean find out how bad he was injured because he would make him stay home from school and sam didn't want to miss any more than necessary.

"Hey dean?"

"Yea sam?"

"How come dad didn't wait until I was awake to say goodbye before he left?"

Dean looked down "he's really busy sam, he can't wait to do the things he needs to do, they're really important." sam stared at dean forlornly as he asked his next question.

"What about us, dean? Aren't we important too? Doesn't he want to spend time with us?" Dean still refused to make eye contact with sam as he replied shakily "of course he does sam, his job is just very time consuming. Now stop asking question and eat your breakfast."

As Sam was thinking that he wished their dad could have a normal job, he sat down and started eating his breakfast along with dean who started mowing down his fruit loops like they were the last food on earth. "Dean! Slow down, you don't want to choke do you?" reprimanded sam. Dean just gave him a look that said he was too cool to choke. Sam did not appear impressed.

Sam shivered as he observed deans eating habits "I think I lost my apatite ". After dean finished his breakfast he collected their school stuff and sam shuffled him to the door. As they started to walk to school everything seemed as though it would be an alright day.

Oh how naïve the young can be.

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