A/N: I DO NOT own Supernatural or Sam and Dean . . BUT one can hope! Also planning on taking this story plot and turning it into a mini series fanfiction . . . we shall see! Hope you enjoy, rest of the chapters to follow. (In this mini weechester fic, Dean is 16 and Sam is 12). Also this first fanfic is dedicated to the wonderful and amazing Aley Hock, my best friend inside and outside the world of fanfiction! Enjoy!

Chapter: 1

Sam sat there starring out the window from the backseat of the impala, looking out into the darkness at the billions of stars that littered the sky that night. John had dragged Sam and Dean along with him on his latest case that brought them all to the snow covered tundra commonly known as Maine. It was in the dead of winter, and the temperature teetered between freezing and hypothermic. Their dad had been tracking a werewolf, that seemed to be plaguing the local wildlife in the area which wouldn't have been a big deal, except it had also taken the liberty to chomp down a couple of game wardens and one tourist, or at least half a tourist according to the autopsy report. John had been apprehensive at first about bringing the boys but Dean had begged his father to allow him to go on this hunt. John figured that it would give them some much needed father and son bonding time, not that that ever happened but hey he figured it was the thought that counts. Dean was thrilled when his father finally gave in, but only less thrilled when his father said that they would have to bring his kid brother Sam as well. Bobby a fellow hunter and old friend of the family, of course objected to John bringing the boys, saying that it was too dangerous to bring them with him on such a case. But John only lashed out saying that he knew what was best for his boys and that they would be perfectly fine under his supervision, but in the back of his mind John had his own doubts about this whole idea. . .

(Several Hours Before)

The drive had been so long, and Dean was still pissed that his dad told him that they had to bring Sam, he didn't understand why they couldn't just leave him at Bobby's they had done it before. Dean looked over at Sam who was asleep with his head resting up against the passenger side window, he was lightly snoring and drool was slowly running down Sam's chin. Dean chuckled at the sight of his twelve year old little brother. Dean would do anything for Sam, he would even die for him if it came to it but why was he Sam's keeper? Why didn't his dad step up more and take more responsibility for him or Sam? Why was everything always watch out for Sammy, take care of Sammy, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam! Dean was bored and they were still at least an hour out from their destination, when he decided that it was time to have a little bit of fun. He looked over at the rear view mirror too see if his dad was watching and when he was sure he wasn't he scooted across the back seat next to Sam and took off his shoe before taking another quick look to make sure John wasn't watching. He took his shoe in hand and trust it into Sam's face, after taking a couple whiffs, Sam's eyes began to water slightly and began to gasp for breath.

"DEAN!" he yelled as he gagged from the lingering smell that oozed out of Dean's shoe, he tried to frantically roll down the window in order to get some fresh air, gasping like a fish out of water. "I had my mouth open!" He continued to shout at him as Dean just sat back against the other door still holding his shoe in his hand and laughing uncontrollably. John was exhausted from driving all day without really stopping anywhere for a break and heard the commotion in the back seat. He could hear Sam gasping for air and then the smell hit him from the backseat like a ton of bricks. He had to do his best to not throw up, he rolled down his window just a crack to let in some fresh air. Leave it too him that he got blessed with two boys, if they had been girls, they would have never smelled that bad.

"You should have seen your face" Dean said, trying to gasp for air himself as his sides began to hurt from all the laughing. "Sammy, it was priceless." As Dean mocked Sam's facial expression from earlier. Sam, looked at Dean and thought to himself that he clearly must have dropped on his head when he was younger. Dean brought his shoe up to his own face and took a whiff . . . "Aw come on Sammy, it doesn't smell that bad, kinda like um . . ." Dean waved his shoe around thinking of the worst possible smelling thing imaginable. "Well here, what do you think Sammy?" As Dean shoved his shoe back into Sam's face, knocking him over on the seat and sitting on top of him. Sam struggled underneath Dean's weight and tried to hold his breath while Dean continued to try and shove his shoe over Sam's mouth. John couldn't take it any more, the smell alone was enough to bring a grown man to tears, and he felt for his youngest son, no one should be subjected to that.

"Dean!" He shouted from the front seat, Dean's head shot up and looked at his father. "Put your shoe back on, and leave Sammy alone!" he said over his shoulder at his oldest. Dean, gave a curt nod to his father as Sam pushed on Dean away from him causing his brother to plop back down into the seat next to him, still smiling at his victory if you could call it that. Dean pulled his shoe back on, and looked back over to Sam as he tied his laces. Sam's face was beat red, probably from all the rough housing that just took place.

"Jerk!" Sam replied still trying to catch his breath.

"Bit . . ." Dean started, before a glare from John quickly ended things.

Sam had pulled the strings on his hoodie causing the hood to draw closer to his face as he turned his back on Dean and starred out the window. John was still trying to air the car out, and trying not to laugh at what had just happened, boys will be boys he thought to himself as he focused back on the road. Ten minutes later they pulled up to a building that resembled a log cabin. John got out of the car with the boys close on his heels. He walked up to the front desk and asked for a room with two queen sized beds. The old man behind the desk looked at John before looking over at Sam and Dean.

"What brings you to these parts?" The old man asked, as he shuffled over to a rack and pulled down a room key.

"Taking my boys here on a hunting trip." John replied, as the old man handed John the key and John in return handed him one of the many fake credit cards that he had. "We should be gone within a couple of days." he continued.

"Well, just be careful out there, the bears may have already started hibernating but the wolves" the man shook his head back and forth looking down at Sam and Dean trying to scare them "They never sleep". John looked over at Sam and Dean and then back to the man before taking his card and the receipt.

"Oh, I'm planning on it." John said with a smile before heading back out to the impala with Sam and Dean not far behind him. The nerve of some people John thought as he grabbed his bags out of the trunk, give or take he and the boys had faced far worse creatures, and then again the old man thought they were hunting your generic kibbles and bits kind of wolf. He pushed his way through the hotel door and set his stuff on one of the beds before heading for the door again, before turning around and telling Dean that he was going out to grab a drink, he should be back within a couple of hours. Dean nodded in compliance to what his father was telling him, he had heard the same spiel a hundred times before and knew the routine. Lock the doors and don't answer them for nobody, and if anyone breaks in don't hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later, and always remember . . .

"Watch out for Sammy!" Dean ran the rules over and over again in his head, they were always on constant replay. John put his hand on Dean's shoulder before walking out of the room. Dean turned on his heels and rolled his eyes, you'd think that Sam was his kid instead of his kid brother the way he always took care of him. He jumped onto the remaining bed and started clicking through the various channels as Sam came back out and joined him on the bed. Dean sat there for a while and then kicked of his shoes and socks before crossing his legs on the bed again. As soon as his shoes and socks hit the floor Sam seized them running for the door before Dean realized what he was doing, Sam flung open the doors and tossed Dean's shoes out into the nearest snow bank.

"What the hell Sam?!" Dean yelled running out side onto the snow covered walk way before running back inside the room his toes already red from the cold. "Those were my only pair of shoes." he continued trying to figure out a way to get his shoes out of a snow bank, as Sam laughed at him and shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess they just got cold feet." he replied jumping back onto the bed and taking control of the remote and settling on an episode of Scooby Doo. Dean ran his hands through his hair and looked from his brother and than back to the snow bank, in one rapid movement Dean ran outside and cursed at the frozen ground. He grabbed his shoes from the snow bank and ran back inside the hotel room. He dumped the snow out of his shoes and then shot Sam a glare that said 'the game is on' only to have Sam return a look that said 'bring it'.