Sam's P.O.V

Sam had been busy for the past year. You know, supernatural hunting with his older brother–the family business. But he never had a vacation. Never in his live, even. His dad was too busy hunting demons to even have dinner with him and Dean. He always imagined going to the beach with his dad and Dean, swimming in the crystal clear water, lying in the warm sand. But that never happened.

"Hey, Sam, could you pass me the Lucky Charms?" Dean asked in his ever-so-innocent voice. Sam rolled his eyes. He could be so annoying at times...

"Sure,'' Sam grabbed the box with the crazy leprachaun on it and threw it across the table to Dean. Sam laughed as Dean tried to grab the cereal box in midair, creating a mess all over the floor. "You know you're gonna have to clean that up."

"Oh really," Dean eyes narrowed. "Well I wasn't the one who threw it in the first place." Sam rolled his eyes, again.

"Dean, please, we're not little kids anymore!" Sam started to shout. Dean looked at him.

"Really, I couldn't tell with all of the Lucky Charms on the floor." Dean smirked. Sam sighed. "You know what, I'm gonna be the better person, and clean up this mess." Sam smiled at his brother and started to clean.

"You go do that," Dean grabbed a banana and left to his room. Sam grunted. It was such a stupid argument anyway. Sometimes Sam felt like the older brother, taking care of Dean, making sure he doesn't do something stupid.

Sam started to think about when he used to fantasize about going on vacations with his dad. He wondered that if his dad actually went on vacations with them, that their lives would have been different?

Once he had finished cleaning up, Sam sat back down at the breakfast table in the random motel room they came across. Of course they had to steal a motel room instead of paying for it. Isn't the point of motels to be cheaper than regular hotels? Sam didn't know. He was just so tired of doing things. He really needed a holiday. Supernatural hunting could be very tiresome.

There was a knock at the door.

"HEY SAMMY, COULD YOU GET THE DOOR FOR ME?" Dean screamed from his room mouth full of banana. The person knocked again.

"Hello?" a feminine voice asked. "Anyone home?" Sam ran towards the door and pulled it open.

"Hello?" Sam said. Right before him was a young woman, with the scariest grey eyes and looked like she just slept in a mud puddle.

"A–are you John Winchester?" The woman asked.

"No, he was my father."