To my darling Kat, I'm sorry but the other fic I have started for you is on hold, because it is difficult and so I am stuck, but hopefully this would make it up to you. Sorry doesn't contain slash, but it contains young Sam and Dean.

The first hunt.

Dean missed his Father when he went away on a hunt, so he'd take Sam out the back to poke and prod at slugs, until they're guts and blood flowed freely, like a grey and maroon river. Sam never really liked it when Dean thought about being a hunter; the thought of his older brother running around and killing bigger things than the slugs was horrible. They would make a bigger mess too.

Dean rolled his eyes as his Father drove him and his brother deeper into the valley. Sam was crying. Again. This time because their Father was going to show them how to hunt, for real. Dean couldn't wait to get stuck into the killing, whereas Sam couldn't wait to go home. He cried the whole way there; with his Father smiling and his brother telling him to stop being a wimp.

Sam and Dean Winchester, enter the forest, Dean grinning and looking this way and that, and Sam sulking, sniffing and rubbing his nose against his sleeve every now and again. Dean turns around frowning at his brother then looks up at his Dad smiling, his Dad smiles back.

'Okay boys, I'm gonna leave this here with you, and I'll see you in a day.'

Dean stopped smiling.

'You're gonna leave me by myself with him!?' Sam and Dean cried at the same time, making their Dad chuckle.

'I'll see you boys in a day,' he salutes the boys and starts the car up; throwing a few bags out of the window and drives away.

'You better stop crying, 'cause I don't want you scaring the demons off.'

Sam watched Dean as he attempted to build the tent.

'Uh. Dean?'

'What?' Dean shouted, and threw a tent peg at the tent looking at Sam. Sam winced slightly, and held up a piece of paper.

'I found the instructions… I'll… just leave them here and… go find something for dinner.' said Sam wisely, backing away from his fuming older brother. Sam sat down at the edge of a riverbank and watched the fish swim lazily just under the surface of the water, and sighs with a worried look on his face as he hears Dean throwing a tantrum behind him.

'We're not going to get the tent up tonight…' Sam looks up at the darkening sky, the blue is starting to deepen and turn purple and red around the edges of the trees. 'I bet Dean forgot all about what day it is today as well… he always forgets.' Sam sighs again standing up and heading back to the camping spot, not wanting to be alone in the dark. Sam stops, hearing something in the water and walks back. 'What was that?' Sam clings to a tree and leans over the water. 'I don't see… anything-ARGH!'

Meanwhile, Dean throws the tent peg across the clearing he and Sam found and it hits a tree on the other side, he swears colourfully, and stalks over to it.

'Stupid Sam, stupid Dad, stupid' he takes a misjudged kick at the half pitched tent. 'Tent!' he falls over and crosses his legs and his arms glaring at nothing in particular.

'… Where is cry-baby-Sammy anyway?' Dean looks over to where Sam had walked away hours ago, he hears a rustle in the bushes. 'Sam? Is that you?' he stands up and walks over dusting himself off. 'It's about time! I'm starving, 'fraid the tent is shitty, so we're gonna have to sleep outside.' Dean looks over at the bushes again. 'So you're ignoring me now Sam, well fine the, don't expect me to save you when those demons come racing down here.' Dean rolls his eyes and pushes the bushes apart. 'Come on, what did you-ARGH!' Dean jumps back, his hand touched something slimy. 'Gross!' Dean shakes his hand from the slim, and looks around. 'Okay Sam! Very funny! Now, come out!' Dean holds his slim covered hand close to himself. 'Sam?' Dean heads towards the river, and bends down seeing Sam's shoe sitting on the bank. 'Sam…?' Dean grabs the shoe, and looks around; he doesn't want to look in the water, afraid that his baby brother is at the bottom of the river. 'Crap!' Dean drops the shoe, throwing his own off and jumping into the water. 'SAMMY!!'

Sam sat crying, again, while a green haired and long nailed hag sat close by watching him through his cage and laughing.

'Cry all you want my darling boy! But not one will hear you nor find you!'

Sam started to sob harder, and rubs his eyes on the back of his hand.

'Dean will come!'

The green hag leaned in close, making Sam wriggle on his bottom to the back of the cage.

'And who might Dean be my pretty?'

'He's a hunter.'

The hag hesitated.

'A hunter you say? Hmmm… this could be problematic, yes… You are not good enough to eat yet, no. Need more sitting you do, indeed, yes.'

Sam sat still, watching the hag; trying to figure out what demon she is, while she muttered her problems to herself.

'Yes… I shall leave… Hunters bad, yes, need to leave I do.' She got up and headed out of a door. Sam sighed out shaking.

'Please Dean… come and save me.'

Dean held his breath and dived deep into the river, looking this way and that swimming as fast as he could, until he saw a cave made of clay. He swam back to the surface of the water took a deep breath and dived under again, this time entering the cave. 'I'm gonna save you Sammy, don't you worry!' Dean thought to himself, and swam deeper into the cave, until coming to a dead end, he panicked for a second before realizing that the cave continued above him. Panting heavily as his head broke the surface of the water, Dean looked around, the whole cave was made of clay, and he slipped slightly, bringing himself up and out of the water. Deciding on taking the first opening he saw, he slip and slid down the hallway, before gagging on the smell of burning hair. Dean leaned against the wall and looked into the circular room to seeing black smoke pouring out of an oven and he covered his mouth and ran across the room into the other doorway and down the hall, spluttering slightly.

Sam looks up hearing noises and seeing smoke slowly start to circle the room.

'God please let that be you Dean.'

Dean enters the room coughing some more.

'Hey, did ya miss me?'

'Dean! Oh please, hurry, before that woman comes back!'

'Woman? What woman, Sam?'

'She was green! With green hair and long nails.'

'… Sounds like a Jenny Greenteeth to me.'

'A what?'

'Y'know Jenny Greenteeth, or Ginny Greenteeth, Peg Powler, Wicked Jenny, Peg o'Nell, Bunyip, Kappa Rus-'

'Okay, okay! I'm sorry I got it wrong. Just get me out of here Dean! Before that thing comes back!'

Dean pulls a knife out of his pocket and hacks at the clay bars of the cage.

Sam and Dean Winchester escaped from the Jenny Greenteeth's cave and crawled back to the riverbank sopping wet and panting.

'Now.' Said Dean still panting heavily, but Sam looked over listening to his older brother intently. 'I am starving.'

Sam burst out laughing making Dean look at him strangely. 'What? I am!' Sam just smiles.

'Come on, I'm sure Dad would have packed us something.'

The boys head back to their campsite, Sam helped Dean pitch the rest of the tent, and Sam started cooking the sausages that their Father left them. Now fed and sleepy, Dean runs around the tent with the salt shaker, and collapses in the tent basically on top of his brother.

'This was a good day huh Sam?'

'Hmm.' Mumbles Sam, agreeing with his brother, just feeling a little hurt that Dean forgot again.

Dean watches the stars through the top of the tent, patting his belly. '1993 2nd of May. That'll make you 10 huh Sammy?'

Sam looks over at Dean smiling. 'Yeah.'

'Guess it was a pretty crap day for you then.' Dean laughs hard making Sam frown.

'Bitch' say's Dean pulling some of the blanket over himself, Sam raises an eyebrow.

'Excuse me?'

Dean looks at Sam like he didn't say anything. 'What? You don't' like me calling you a cry-baby so you're my bitch now.' Dean grins and Sam frowns.

'Jerk.' Dean laughs.

'G-night and happy birthday.'

'Yeah, night'

Sam couldn't wait until the next day, when could go home, and tell Dad the awesome rescue Dean did… that and tell him that Dean called him a bitch.

Dean pulled the covers close to his face and smiles, he couldn't wait to get home and tell Dad that he saved Sammy's wimpy ass from a Jenny Greenteeth. That and Sammy said his first 'bad word' so proud he felt, he said 'jerk', Dean promised to himself he'll teach Sam to swear some more before he goes back to school.