May 5th, 1983

"Dean? Could you come here for a moment please?" Mary called from downstairs. Abandoning his monster truck set upon hearing his mother's voice, Dean raced down the stairs.

"Mommy you're home!" he cried, leaping into her arms.

"Yeah I'm home." Mary laughed, hugging him tight. Dean sighed happily. All was right in the world. Almost. Where was-"Daddy's right outside. In fact, we have a surprise for you." Mary announced, reading her son's mind.

"Dean couch." John's voice ordered from outside. Obediently, Dean rushed to the couch.

"What is it? a new car, a new bike, a gagillion dollars?" he asked excitedly, impatiently waiting for his father to enter the house. John chuckled.

"You're too young to drive, you've barely mastered training wheels, and no, we're not rich." he informed, coming into view holding a small bundle. "Our surprise is-"

"A PUPPY!!!" Dean gasped, rushing over to his dad. John frowned and looked over at Mary, who shrugged. "I asked for a dog forever I can't believe you got me puppy! Let me see" Dean begged. At a loss for words, John led him to the couch. Properly seated, Dean recieved the bundle into his arms. Happiness turned to horror however, as he removed the blanket from the inhabitant's face. A 7 pound, 10 ounce baby looked up at him. Dean swore it seemed to be asking Who the hell are you. "I could ask you the same thing!" he yelled, causing the baby to cry.

"Dean." Mary scolded, lifting the tiny child into her arms. John shot Dean a dissapproving look.

"A baby? You guys brought me home a baby?" He asked. "How I take care of a baby? I'm only four years old!" Dean cried, hopping off of the couch. Mary took took the baby into the next room, leaving her husband to take care of her obviously upset son.

"He's not yours Dean. He's your little brother." John explained, kneeling down so he was on Dean's level. "His name's Sam. Samuel-"

"Awesome. I ask for a puppy, you bring home-Sam. Great. I'm glad." Dean cut him off miserably.

"Listen. I know this may be a bit shocking to you, but like it or not he's part of this family. He's a Winchester. And Winchesters stick together right?" John asked, hoping to hear Dean's enthusiastic agreement. Instead, the four year old went directly to his room and slammed the door, locking it behind him.

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"That went well." John said tiredly, flopping into the bed. Mary laughed. "How can you laugh? They have sibling rivalry already and Sam's not even a week old!"

"Oh don't be so over dramatic John. I'm sure they'll get along eventually." Mary reassured him, climbing into bed herself. Switching off the light, she snuggled into his arms.

"I'm not being over dramatic. I'm being reasonable." John defended himself. Mary yawned.

"mm..k" she said sleepily, allowing her eyes to close.

"Great. I'm talking to you about something important and you go to sleep. Great Mar. Just great." John pouted, but there was no anger in his voice. Instead, he just wrapped her in his arms and went to sleep too.

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Meanwhile, poor Dean couldn't sleep. Maybe he had been a little mean to Sam. After all, Winchesters did stick together, through thick and thin. Sighing just as his father had done, the tiny four year old climbed out of bed. Cautious as to not disturb his parents, he walked into Sam's nursery. The crib was a tad too high, so he had to speak to Sam through the bars.

"Sam? Sam are you awake?" he whispered loudly. Sam gave no response. "Sam? Sam?" Dean tried again. Sam still didn't stir. Dean began to run out of patience, and seriously, how many four year olds are actually patient? "Sam. Wake up." he demanded, stamping his foot. Sighing loudly as if he was greatly disturbed, Sam opened his eyes wearily.

What? He seemed to be saying.

"Listen, I know I haven't been all that nice to you today. I just wanted to say sorry. Winchesters, we gots to stick together. At least that's what dad says. Mom says he's a bitch sometimes. Dad says Mommy's a jerk, whatever that means. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry. I'm Dean by the way." Dean smiled proudly.

So? Sam frowned. Dean frowned back.

"Uh...um...when you get bigger we can play football and toy trucks. Cars are cool. Dad's car is a truck and Mom drives a dimpala. She calls it her baby. Dad said it isn't healthy. To do that I mean." Sam didn't look the least impressed. Closing his eyes, he drifted back to sleep. "Sam! You can't go back to sleep now!" Dean whispered furiously. Opening one eye, Sam stared blankly at him. Dean smiled. "For a puny kid, you're not very nice y'know." he said indignantly. Sam opened both eyes.

You're not so big yourself. And you're a jerk. Dean's eyes grew wide with surprise. Before he could say anything, Sam's ear splitting cry pierced the night. Rushing into the room, Mary scooped him up. John followed.

"What happened? What's wrong with him?" he asked worriedly.

"I think he's just cranky because he was woken up." Mary explained, eyeing Dean suspiciously with a smirk. "I knew you'd grow to like him sooner or later." John was not amused.

"Dean. You cannot wake Sam up whenever you feel like it. He's just a baby, he needs his rest. Understand?" He asked firmly. Dean nodded. He could not believe his ears. He was set up! His mother didn't believe him, His father was too wiped out to even try to hear his side of the story, and besides, both parents were too busy singing to Sam to even give him the time of day. Exiting the nursery , he spotted Sam smiling at him.

Who's puny now? he seemed to be asking.

Surprisingly, Dean smiled back. We'll soon find out little brother. He thought. We'll soon find out. I promise.

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There you go folks. Chapter 1. Please tell me what you think!!!