Hey guys! Hope you liked this. More chapters up tomorrow if I get some reviews and love from you guys. Don't want to keep writing for no one. This idea just came into my head fromnowhere, so I just had to write itdown! Hope you all had a great Xmas!


Dean leaned againstthe brick wall. He sighed and checked his watch.

" Damn you Sammy." Dean muttered. Sam was late. A whole half hour late. Dean felt worry creep up on him, but it was quickly replaced with relief as he Sam his ten year old brother skip out. A wide smile was plastered on his face and he had a slight spring to his step.

" Guess what Dean!" Sam said excitedly.

" What?" Dean sighed, taking Sam's hand and made their way out of the school gates.

" There's a football match tomorrow!" Sam said.

" And? There's always football matches. Nothing new." Dean said dejectedly.

" Yes but... I'm going to play in it!" Sam said, studying Dean's face for his reaction.

" Thats great Sammy! Who did it happen?" Dean laughed, squeezing Sam's hand.

" Well, Thomas has got the mumps, so Mr. Homes needed a fill in. And he picked ME De!" Sam said, almost jumping out of his shoes in excitement. Dean smiled at his brothers antics.

" Awesome Sammy! You'll rock out there!" Dean said.

" Can you come and watch? And dad to?"

" I'm sure dad can come. And I won't miss it." Dean grinned. The rest of the walk home was filled with Sam's nervous excitement. When they got home Sam ran into his fathers arms and made a screech of excitement.

" Dad! You're back! Now you can come to my football match that I'm playing in!" Sam said.

" Sure kid." John said, ruffling Sam's hair.


" Deeeaaannnn?" Sam whined. Dean propped himself up in his bed and groaned.

" What now Sammy?"

" Are you sure you've got nothing on tomorrow? And dad as well?" Sam squealed.

" Yes I'm sure." Dean moaned.

" And dad to? Because if he doesn't come I'm sure I won't be able to play as good." Sam said. Dean nodded.

" I really want dad to come De. Because you always come and I know you always will. But dad NEVER EVER comes. And I'm so happy he's gonna come Dean!" Sam babbled. Dean nodded again and slid his way back down into the covers.


4 hours later.

Sam mumbled in his sleep.

" No. No no no." He whined.

" Please no."

Sam thrashed around in his bed. Suddenly he sat upright in his bed, breathing heavily. He moaned under his breath and swallowed. Sweat poured down his forehead.

" Dean? Dean?" He shouted. The room was dark, too dark... He couldn't see anything.

" Dean?" Sam screamed. And then Dean was next to him, holding him tight.

" It's okay Sammy, it was just a nightmare." Dean crooned, letting Sam sob into his top.

" Dean I don't want to do the football match now..." Sam shuddered.

" Yes you do." Dean said firmly.

" But what if I'm rubbish and they boo me off?" Sam hiccuped.

" They won't. And me and dad will be there. S' nothing to worry about." Dean whispered.

" You wanna sleep with me?" Dean asked, even though he knew his brother would say yes. Sam nodded, of course. A few minutes later Sam was silently crying into his brothers arm. But Dean had convinced him to go on with the football match. Because Dean was the best brother ever...