Summary: Winchester's don't believe in religion. But it's not the religion or the religious action that matters; it is merely the fact that belief is enough to drive person until death… or longer.

Disclaimer: I always forget this thing… Don't own the boy's, although I very much wish I did. Carmel, CA is a real place. San Carlos Street, Wayside Inn, Ocean Avenue, Mission San Carlos de Borromeo and all the facts and people related to it are real.

A/N

Alright I caved. I got this wonderful idea about writing a one shot about little Sam and little Dean in Carmel. And I was looking for a reason that they might be in Carmel, and my research brought back a memory of a book I really liked, and some interesting religious stuff. Anyways, I got this idea. And I'm going to see where this goes. I promise I'll finish this, and I promise it won't take me long. This I swear, and maybe I'll go back to Those Who Do Not Speak, now that I've had a little break… Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Dean turned the impala down the main street of Carmel, California. They were currently on Ocean Avenue.

"Man, this place has one street and that's it?" Dean commented as he made his way down looking for the first motel he could find. "It's like a fucking old people's town. I swear on it Sam, all there is here is dogs and old people!"

"Whatever man," Sam said as he kept his head buried in the maps unfolded in front of him. "I think we take a left here, San Carlos Street."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say Clark."

"Does that mean you're Lewis?"

"Well yeah. Don't worry, I thought about it hard and long and decided Lewis was the better looking one."

"Lewis are you okay? I hope you didn't hurt yourself."

"Haha," they were now outside the Wayside Inn. "I'm going to run in and get us a room, stay here. Don't get lost."

The door slammed shut before Sam had a chance to reply. Sitting alone in the passenger seat of the impala, Sam realized Dean was going to take a while. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and that's when he remembered why Carmel was such a familiar place.

There was only one thing he liked about moving around so much. Even though he was only five years old, he immediately took to liking the scenes his family passed in their car. With his pouting lips and constant talking, he usually convinced his dad to stop at some point just to jump out and look at whatever site was staring back at him. So when John maneuvered the impala around the bend, and Dean noticed the wide eyed look on his little brother's face, he just knew there were in for a stop. John had been staring at the road, but the gasp that escaped the five year olds mouth was enough for him to pull over at the next vista point.

As soon as the car came to a halt, the five year old fumbled with his seat belt. It was a hard task, getting the seat belt off. But he had too, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out and look at the ocean that sat in front of him, daring him to come out.

"Dean, I can't get it!" his little voice called from the back seat.

"It's okay Sammy, I'll get it," Dean replied chuckling to himself as he reached over to help Sam. As soon as Dean let him free, Sam was out the door and standing right on the edge of the highway in Carmel, California. "Sam not so close, you don't want to fall over."

"I'm not gonna fall!" he screamed back towards the car, never allowing his gaze to be torn from the ocean. Something about it was mesmerizing, it held his gaze. He didn't understand it, but he couldn't look away. He didn't notice when Dean and John joined him, each taking one side of him. Sam was so far gone looking into the ocean, and Dean couldn't help it; he grabbed a hold of Sam's elbow.

"Let go Dean!" for such a little guy, he had a pretty whinny voice.

"Shut up Sammy," nine year old Dean responded.

"Dean, language," John added.

"Right, sorry dad," Dean started moving back towards the car, pulling Sam along with him. "Let's get on. There's more ocean later Sammy. Just look out the window."

The three Winchester's piled back into the car, and made their way towards town. They had been driving along the coast for a while, and the whole time little Sammy couldn't take his eyes off the ocean. It taunted him, telling him he couldn't do it.

"One day, I'm gonna be so big, and Ima swim all the way across to the end," he was still caught up in it. But he wanted to beat it, he didn't like to be taunted. "Dean, what's at the end?"

"There's a wall," Dean smirked. "Once you get to the end, you're going to hit a wall. It'll hurt, so you might not want to do it."

"I don't care, I wanna hit it," Sam added as-a-matter-of-factly.

"You can't even swim Sam," Dean pointed out as he glanced in John's direction who was watching the conversation with a grin.

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"Yeah, daddy said I could do anything. Right daddy, didn't you say I could?"

"Sure Sammy," John replied. "But first you have to learn how to swim. I didn't say you don't know how to do everything. But if you try, you can learn how."

"Well, I'm gonna learn how to! And then Ima swim all the way over there!" His arms moved about wildly showing how far and how excited he was. The car rounded the turn as they made their way towards Ocean Avenue.

"Sam, let's go," Dean said as he made his way towards the trunk. He propped it open and grabbed his bags leaving it open for Sam. Sam momentarily caught off guard from his memory made his way around towards the trunk. "Hey, maybe we can go up to our room and then you can walk down to the water and swim to the wall."

Apparently Dean had remembered too, and apparently he thought it was funny. Sam slammed the trunk down and walked past Dean, smacking the back of his head as he did.

"Yeah, yeah, which room?"