Author's notes: Here is my new and latest fic! This idea came to me when I was writing the sequal to one of my wee!chester fics. I thought that I needed a fic in which was all about them getting into trouble, and how they get out of it...plus the hilarious or brotherly moments thrown in between. I have a load planned for this fic and I hope y'all love it. So yeah, here's chapter one! Just to give you a bit of taste. Remember: Sam is 10 and Dean is 14...

Chapter One: Starting point

Sam stood by the window of the motel room and watched the Impala drive into the distance. He sighed and turned around to face Dean.

Dean was sitting crossed-legged on the couch and flipping through a Hot Rod car magazine boredly.

'This sucks Dean, I'm bored' Sam complained, standing in front of him. 'Why does dad do this? Ditches us in some crummy motel room while he goes out and hunts?'

'Cuz he's dad' Dean shrugged, not glancing away from his magazine. 'I know it sucks bro, but that's how it is'

'Yeah, but we're old enough to be hunting with him. I mean not the basics but serious stuff'

Dean frowned and looked up at his brother. 'Dude, you hate hunting'

'Yeah well…I hate boredom and crummy motel rooms more' Sam pouted, sitting next to Dean. 'Come on, surely there's something we can do?'

Dean rolled his eyes and closed the magazine. 'If it'll shut you up' he said and thought for a moment. 'Do you have any money?'

'Sure, five bucks' Sam said, still complaining.

'Good enough, I got ten' Dean jumped up from the couch. 'How about we go into town and find some lunch? It's 1pm and dad didn't leave us much'

'Okay, beats this stupid room' Sam nodded and grabbed his hooded jacket while Dean gave his appearance a once-over in the bathroom mirror.

'Come on damnit' Sam grumbled. 'Why do you have to spent ten hours in front of that stupid mirror just to get lunch?'

'A guy's hair is everything, Sammy' Dean sighed. 'You have much to learn little brother'

'Well move it or I'll embarrass you on the streets'

'You wouldn't dare' Dean smirked but left the bathroom and grabbed his wallet from the bedside table.

'You can't be worst than dad' Sam smirked back as he hurriedly followed Dean out of the motel room.

Dean locked up and shoved the keys into his jeans pocket. Sam stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and sighed, giving the parking lot a glance before running to catch up with Dean.

The boys wandered down the streets and kept a cautious eye out for possible trouble. They didn't do too bad, their clothes were reasonably what their age would wear and had no big rips in them. Sam had his jeans and striped blue t-shirt, along with a red hooded jacket and designer sneakers. Dean had his new jeans and boots, along with his grey t-shirt and black jacket. Sam's hair was long overdue for a haircut and was always a bit of a mess. Dean took good care of his shorter hair though, spiking it accordingly every morning.

Both boys were rather carefree at this age. Sam was now ten and was going through a "whatever" phrase in which he often forgot that things had consequences. He had a quick temper and was bored easily; he could pass off as a teenager with ease, especially since he was only an inch shorter than Dean.

Dean was a happy fourteen-year-old and showed it. He had discovered the female species and was keen to impress, not that it took much effort. His appearances had advanced in his priorities list and Dean had become very street-smart. He was easily one of the popular kids in school and had turned into a bit of a class clown/troublemaker.

So as the two brothers wandered down the streets, any passerby would never have guessed that they weren't from around the area or that their lives were far from ordinary.

Sam and Dean reached town and Dean whistled to a few girls wandering past that he knew form school, which made them giggle. Sam used to try and sink into the shadows, embarrassed by his brother's actions, but now he sort of just went with the flow and gave a wave every now and again. He had no interest in the girls at his age yet, but was developing more confidence when he was around Dean and his brother never left him out. Sometimes he didn't feel like Dean's little brother but more like another member of the gang, which was really cool for Sam.

'Okay, make your pick' Dean sighed as they looked around at the food stores.

'I dunno, anything that has something reasonably eatable' Sam shrugged.

'You mean non-greasy, salad icky stuff?' Dean pulled a face.

'Something like that' Sam sighed. 'Or how about the bakery?'

'Pies!' Dean grinned. 'I like, let's go' Dean placed a hand on Sam's back as they crossed the streets, avoiding traffic.

'One meat pie for me and…' Dean turned to Sam.

'Sausage roll' Sam shrugged, not really caring. It wasn't the food he was here for, but the sheer enjoyment of being free from the stuffy motel room and bad daytime TV.

'12.50?' the man asked and Dean handed over his ten, along with Sam's five.

They got their food and change, and then went to find a seat outside.

'This is nice' Sam smiled as he felt the cool breeze brushing his face and listened to the sounds of civilization.

'Yeah, pie's great!' Dean grinned.

'No, I mean getting out of that room…being a part of a non-isolation existence' Sam sighed, biting into his roll.

Dean glanced around and realized Sam was right, it was rather nice. It made them feel…normal; that they were two normal kids enjoying the weekend off from school.

'We should do this more often' Sam said. 'I mean dad's away for days at a time, it's like not he'd find out'

'Sammy…'Dean paused to consider the idea and continued to eat his pie in silence. 'Yeah, we should' he nodded. Since becoming a teenager, Dean had a renewed sense for a challenge or to do something that is bound to result in trouble sooner or later. 'If dad's not going to take us on hunts, then we'll find other things to do'

'Awesome' Sam smirked, sounding like Dean for once.

After they had finished eating, Dean decided it was time to do a shopping run. They left the bakery area and wandered down another road to where some local market stalls were set up; the kind that had large boxes of fruit and vegetables right in front for all to see. Dean had taught Sam how it was to be done since he was about seven, but this was one of Sam's first times to actually be involved.

'Okay, not remember: wait until the person is serving someone and then we casually walk past, snatching one or two items okay? It has to look so casual and calm that no one will suspect what we're up to. You with me?'

'I think so' Sam said, giving the market stalls behind Dean a nervous glance. 'What if someone sees us?'

'Scream code blue to me and we run like hell' Dean shrugged.

'Code blue?' Sam raised an eyebrow.

'It's what they say in the movies before they run and things go boom' Dean explained lightly.

'Oh, that's…comforting' Sam sighed. 'Okay' he nodded and took a deep breath. 'I can do this' he nodded doubtfully.

'That's ma Sammy' Dean patted his back. 'Don't look suspicious'

Sam took the left side while Dean was across from him on the right. They wandered casually down the rows, looking at the stuff as though they were just passing through. Sam kept glancing at Dean and noticed how he stopped to touch or smell some every once and again, but didn't take anything yet. Sam did the same, he paused to pick up an orange and smelt it. Then he replaced it and moved on. A few stalls down, Sam spotted a small stall that had bags of nuts out the front and the one a little further from that had only apples and bananas. Sam took a huge breath and decided it was now or never.

Sam acted as casual as possible. He picked up a necklace from the stall besides the nuts glanced at the woman at the nut stall. She was sitting in her chair but then got up to serve an elderly man. Sam placed the necklace back and wandered past the stall, grabbing a nut back and shoving it into his jacket pocket in a way that made it seem like he was just putting his hands in his pockets. He went to the next stall and examined the wind chimes. Relief washed over him, as there was no yelling, no being grabbed by cops. Sam smiled; he felt a wash of confidence and slight adrenalin. He looked over to see Dean was looking down at some clothing about his size, but was noticeable looking over at the vegetable stall beside him. Sam gave the apples another look and decided that if he could steal some buts, he could grab two apples. So he wandered down the row again, occasionally stopping to look at things or touch things before placing the back. The stall beside the apples was of books, in which Sam couldn't help but nick one, shoving it under his jacket and used his waistline to hold it in place. But to passerby's it would seem as though he was bending over to tie his shoes. Sam was feeling really good about himself now and eyed the apples, seeing the couple was serving customers, he made his move. Just as he grabbed two apples, Dean yelled out.

'Code blue!' Dean said and bolted down the far street, with Sam tucking the apples into his jacket pocket and pulling the book to hold it in his hand. He then took off after Dean, while people yelled behind them but the market was too small to really bother with security…thankfully.

'Stop them!' one man was yelling.

'Thieves!' a screechy woman bellowed afterwards and was followed by more yelling.

'This way!' Dean said and they swerved to the right, down and alley and the calmly walked into a café. They seated themselves near the back as though they were merely customers.

The boys looked over towards the window were two men from the markets raced past.

'Suckers' Dean sniggered while Sam tried to catch his breath. 'You okay?' Dean then checked; since this was Sam's first go at the shopping run.

'Yeah, I'm good' Sam gasped.

They got up and checked the coast was clear before taking another back alley and went down the streets in direction of the motel.

Dean locked the motel door behind them and went to the fridge for their water bottles. He tossed one to Sam and then emptied his pockets.

'I got two bread rolls, a slingshot, some game cards and an orange' he said. 'You?'

'How does a slingshot and game cards fall into the category of "food" Dean?' Sam sighed and placed his items on the table with Dean's. 'Two apples, a book and a bag of nuts' he shrugged.

'Books ain't food' Dean stated smugly. 'And besides, shopping runs aren't just for food, but stuff we might need. What's your book about?' he wondered.

'Ancient symbols and runes' Sam read the title. It had been the symbol decorated cover that tempted him to grab it; he never had the chance to read it. 'And how will game cards help?'

'Book's okay' Dean shrugged. 'And kids on the streets will trade all sorts of stuff for game cards, don't ask why'

Sam nodded and smiled. 'We did good'

'Yeah, not bad for your first time Sammy' Dean smirked proudly. 'We can only do it every two weeks or so in each town though, or people remember us and we're in trouble'

Sam nodded again and gave the motel room another glance. 'Back to this room' he sighed.

'It's not so bad' Dean said, seeing it was starting to get dark outside. 'TV gets better soon and you've got a book to read now'

'Yeah, but we should get out more Dean, while dad's not here'

'I Agree' Dean said and went over to his bed. He pulled a piece of paper out from under his mattress and showed it to Sam. 'I printed it off at the library' Dean shrugged. 'Whatcha think?'

'A haunted house?' Sam frowned once he read the headline. 'What, you're serious?'

'Why not? I mean we have some expertise in the area of ghosts and stuff, plus it'll be fun to explore an old, haunted house' Dean shrugged again.

'Oh yeah, fun' Sam gulped at the image of a large, wrecked-looking house. There were no living plants or grass and the windows were broken or covered up. He looked at Dean face in time to see him roll his eyes. He didn't know Dean was rolling them over the house, but thought it was about him so he had an urge to prove himself.

'But ah…why not?' Sam shrugged. 'Looks cool'

'Awesome' Dean grinned. 'Dad's dropping by tomorrow then heading off south for a couple days…so if we ask him for some money we can get anything we don't have…like flashlight batteries or whatever. But we can't tell him what we're up to…deal?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded. 'Deal' he said and they shook hands on it.

'Great' Dean said, grabbing an apple to eat. 'Now move it, I want to watch TV' he shoved Sam aside and grabbed the remote.

Sam gave his book a glance but then just decided to settle for some TV as well. Both boys knew that today was what you would call a starting point for much trouble yet to come…

Auhtor's notes: firstly, I apoligise for any spelling errors etc, I haven't had time to fully check it over again, but should do for the next ones. I just wanted to get this fic up! Any ideas/suggestions etc are welcome since this fic can go on as long as you all like, and that could be 20 chapters...or if a large number love it enough and I keep getting good ideas, we may even reach 50+ ...But only if you want it to! (Just so you know, I have 16 chapters planned out so far and am almost finished chapter 2!).

Please review and let me know what you all think of it!!