"De-!" Little Sam cried.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked looking up.

"I-I'm bweedin" the boy stuttered between sobs.

"Lemme see," Dean replied coolly. He held his hand out and waited for Sammy to put his small chubby hand into his.

"Is it bad?"

"It's just a scratch," he promised.

"Band-Aid?" Sam was at the age where he believed a little water and a Band-Aid fixed everything.

Dean wasn't about to tell him otherwise. "Let's go."

-

"You sure it's okay?" older Sam asked.

"Dude, it's just a scratch." Dean couldn't get the image of chubby Sam out of his head.