Sam's first visit to a museum was in '93, and even though it was technically for a case his dad was working, he thought it was the best birthday present ever. The enormous room stretched out before him, offering seemingly endless possibilities of exploration; each corner held shining pieces of history.
Dean, of course, was bored out of his mind, but he was bearing it for his little brother. "Double digits, huh?" he'd already said several times that day, playfully elbowing his younger brother with a smirk and a proud light in his eyes. Dean was already 14, and though most ninth-graders were taking classes to prepare for their futures, he had already taken down a vampire nest single-handedly.
John didn't usually let the boys tag along, not even menial little haunting like the one at the Minneapolis History Center where they were standing. But Mr. Winchester had an awfully good feeling, and was in a surprisingly amiable mood that day (for him, anyway).
And so, while John questioned the curator, the brothers gallivanted from exhibit to exhibit, exploring medieval armor to ancient pottery. Sam especially marveled at each piece, reading every plaque and memorizing certain facts. Dean would look over every once in a while, getting an appreciative glimpse of the wonder on his little brother's face.