I almost got my hands on the contract, but Kripke caught me. I don't own Supernatural.
"C'mon, boys! We're almost at the crest!" John called down the mountain, seemingly forgetting how young his children were.
Sam stumbled over himself, having hiked far for a six-year-old. "Dean, m'tired. My feet hurt."
The other boy moaned, "You know you're too big for me. And my feet hurt too, kiddo. Just gotta toughen up."
Moments later, Dean was carrying his brother on his back. He was always a sucker for Sammy's puppy dog eyes. He was angry at his father for dragging them along to scope out a potential monster's location.
He was mad, until he was the view.