Hey there:)

I always love stories that show our favourite brothers from an outsider´s perspective and so I figured I could start writing my own. This is going to be a collection of snapshots from the brothers´life, told by some of the people they have met along the way, ranging from fluffy to angsty, with a dash of h/c and brother feels thrown in for good measure.

A big Thank You goes to my beta soncnica, who braved the adventurous interpretation of grammatical rules and the odd plot holes that sneak into my writing when I´m not looking. To say it with Dean´s words: You´re awesome. All remaining mistakes are mine

Disclaimer:I own nothing but a laptop and a few shiny DVD´s

Warning: some swearing that is overheard by a minor, apart from that only a serious case of fluff

Could be sat in any season the boys weren´t at odds with each other.

"If you just turned off the Highway when I told you-"

"How could I have possibly known there would be an accident?!"

"I don´t know, you could have turned on the radio, but oh no, you´re Mister I-need-all-my-concentration-on-the-road!"

"Well, I didn´t hear you volunteer to drive-"

Oh well.

It was like this ever since the cars in front of them had slowed down, turning their swift drive into a crawl before they eventually stopped moving altogether.

That had been two hours ago.

Matt loved his parents, much more than his 10-year-old self would ever admit out loud, but currently he wished himself as far away from them as possible. He shifted uncomfortably in the backseat of the family van that Dad bought three months ago, right after Mom told him with a smile he never saw on her before that he´d have a little sister come October. The interior of the car was heated from the sun and he could feel the sweat dripping down from his hair into the collar of his shirt.

So far, he spent as little thought as possible on what the addition to their family would mean for him. The new car was nice, sure, and his Dad had allowed him to help paint the room for the baby, but, apart from that, thinking about his will-be little sister made him feel slightly …apprehensive.

He tried to tune out the voices of his parents still discussing who was to blame for the fact that they haven´t reached their cottage at the coast yet. The next holiday there would be four of them. He dismissed the thought quickly and focused on the cars beside him instead. Next to them was a beat-down pickup truck. The man driving was wearing a cowboy hat and, judging by the movements of his mouth, either having a heated discussion with himself or singing along to the radio full heartedly. Matt pressed his ear to the glass of the window, relishing in the small patch of coldness before his skin warmed it up and tried to make out words, but the conversation in the front seat was too loud. On the other side was a tiny car in which a young man and a woman sat. Or, to be more accurate, the woman sat on the man´s lap and they were –Ugghh!

Matt shuddered and turned away hastily, the movement making new drops of sweat break out on his brow. "Mom, can I get some ice cream from the cooler?"

She stopped mid-sentence and turned around. "Sorry, sweetie, I´d rather not leave the car. We might not be moving right now, but this is still a highway." She ruffled his hair. "Don´t worry, we´ll be out of here before you know it".

She smiled at him and he didn´t have the heart to tell hear that they went past before-you-know-it over an hour ago. He suppressed a sigh and leaned back. For the next five minutes he busied himself with trying to touch as little of the heated fabric of the seats as possible without actually standing up, before he finally gave up on getting cooler. His parents were currently busy discussing the furniture for the baby´s room and for a small, evil second he thought that they wouldn´t even notice if he melted right here in the backseat.

I could always get the ice cream myself.

A small part of him told him he was being childish, but the rest of his brain was absolutely deep-fried and what harm would it really do? He´d be back before they knew it.

Keeping his eyes on the road in front of him and smiling his most innocent smile his hand found the door handle. He held his breath and pulled it, waiting for his parents to hear the tell-tale click and turn around, but they just kept right on talking without sparing him a glance.

I knew it.

Shaking of the tiny stab of disappointment he felt, he nudged the door open as fast as he dared. He inched forward, begging silently that the squeaking of the seats wouldn´t give him away. He put his right foot down on the concrete, relishing in the soft breeze he felt around his ankles. A last glance to his parents and then he was standing on the highway. He squeezed his eyes shut, his heart hammering so loud he was sure it could be heard miles around, but everything remained silent. Now he could hear the throb of the bass emanating from the truck besides him and even a raspy voice singing along. It was cooler outside, if only barely.

Only after the song ended he dared to open his eyes and look around. Mom and Dad were still busy with their conversation and the people in the cars surrounding theirs didn´t seem at all interested in the kid that had just successfully sneaked away from under his parents eyes. He carefully pushed on the door, not daring to close it fully because of the noise it would make and made his way to the trunk. Only when he stood behind the car it occurred to him that actually opening the trunk to get to the cooler containing the ice cream would make a sound not even his parents could ignore.

Matt sighed disappointed. He used all his ninja sneaking skills for nothing? Unwilling to get back in the car just yet he turned around and let his eyes wander over the long line of cars behind them. They were standing on the top of a hill and he could follow the course of the highway for what felt like three miles until it made a turn to the right and disappeared into the woods they had been driving through before. It must have been more than 1000 cars that he could see and who knew how far the end of the traffic jam was behind the turn? He tried counting the cars just within his line of vision and then he saw the people.

Apparently, not everybody shared his mother´s fear of leaving vehicles stranded on highways because he could see plenty of other people on the road. Just twenty meters behind them a couple was leaning against the hood of their car, enjoying the sun. A man walked his dog through the lanes and about thirty cars down two kids were passing a ball between them. Maybe they´ll let me play with them…

His parents were still busy talking animatedly. Good. He knew from experience this kind of conversation could keep them occupied for hours on end. And really, it wasn´t even like he would go thaaat far. After a quick look back that confirmed nothing had changed inside their car Matt took off running.

It felt great to be moving again after hours of being scooped up in the back seat and he sped past the cars, enjoying the blur of colors and the wind running through his hair. He flew past the sunbathing couple and only caught a glimpse of the man with the dog. He could already hear the kids with the ball laugh when another snippet of conversation caught his attention.

"I swear to God, Sam, I let you drive for two damn hours and the first thing you do is getting us trapped in traffic?!"

"If you´d have let me turn on the radio I would´ve known about the accident that blocked the road, but you turned it off, because, I quote: That pansy-ass pop racket makes it impossible to dream of what Belinda did to me last night!"

"Well, Sammy, I don´t expect you to understand that because you haven´t been there to see how she-"

"Damn it, Dean, I really don´t need more nightmare material!"

Matt came to a stop besides an old Volkswagen and tried to figure out where the voices were coming from. Between having heard at least three terms his mother would immediately send him to his room for and having no idea what exactly this Belinda person had done to one of the speakers -who apparently went by the name Dean-that was so horrible that 'Sammy' didn´t want to think about, he had to admit he was curious enough to miss a few minutes of playing ball. He rounded the Volkswagen and followed the sound of Dean´svoice replying with a snort. "Don´t get your panties in a twist, princess."

Weird. I used to think Sammy was a name for a boy.

A squeaking sound could be heard, followed by the slamming of a door and then he could see someone. A huge man was standing beside a black car, his hands curled in fists at his side. It was the same car that stood on Dad´s shelf, the last one on the left. Dad didn´t let Matt play with his models very often but he made an effort to know them all. The one currently standing in front of him was a Chevrolet. Inpre…Impan…Impala. A Chevy Impala.

The sound of another door being slammed shut jerked him out of his thoughts just in time to see another man rounding the hood of the car, carrying two cans. He had short dark hair and was about as tall as his Dad. When he leaned next to the first man, offering him one of the cans, Matt noticed that he was still a considerable bit shorter than the first man. The latter took the can despite shaking his head.

"It´s three in the afternoon and I still need to drive, you know", he snapped without any real heat. The shorter one seemed unfazed, cracked his can open and lifted it in a salute. "But not in the next three hours. So, cheers"

The tall man seemed to consider that for a second before sighing and clacking their cans together. It was quiet for a few seconds as they drank and Matt wondered who of them was Dean and who was Sammy, who apparently was a man, after all. He found it funny that these two were arguing like his parents, just that his parents were still baking in the oven they called a car, while these men were doing the reasonable thing. Then again, from their conversation and the few times he´d seen his Mom or Dad drink, he concluded that the stuff in the cans was alcohol and how sensible could two people be, who drank in the middle of the day when they still had to drive? Maybe it´d be better if he just left them and tried to find the kids with the ball.

"Hey, remember ninety-two, that time we got stuck on the Highway halfway on our way to Bobby´s?" the shorter one suddenly asked. His companion chuckled. "You mean the time you were laid up with that broken leg that Casper of the week got you and were completely insufferable?" His voice became higher and slightly whiny. "Dad, when is it gonna be over? Dad, I´m dying of thirst here. Dad, can we get ice cream? And then, shortly before I would have smothered you with your own jacket, the unthinkable happened and Dad actually got up and walked all the way to the next service station to get ice cream." Now they were both grinning.

"Or the time in Michigan were we´d been completely snowed in and had the craziest snowball fight with the construction guys from the van in the next lane?"

"Yeah, that was sweet. I don´t know if you remember, but when you were really little, like five or something, Dad allowed us to stretch our legs after hours off standing on Highway 61 and we went around the car together and when I turned back, you were gone." The shorter had spoken and he let his eyes wander over the road in front of him as if he was reliving the story he was telling.

"We searched everywhere, and you know where we found you?" His companion shook his head and the speaker´s grin widened as he continued. "An old lady who travelled with her granddaughter took you in and when Dad and I arrived, the girl was trying to braid your hair and the Grandma was feeding you cookies because "you looked so lonely and helpless".

"Yeah, right, now you´re making shit up."

"I swear on my tape collection, it´s all true! Okay, she wasn´t really braiding your hair, but she looked like she might start any minute. You never knew what we saved you from!"

"I know you think that little girls are all the incarnate of the devil, but I think it´s time you get over Missy Bender, don´t you?" Now the taller one was grinning again and didn´t stop despite the slap on the chest he received for his answer.

Matt tried to tell himself he wasn´t eavesdropping. He was just passing by and coincidentally hearing their conversation, right? He really should go on, he knew it, but these two were just so interesting. From what he heard, it nearly sounded like they were brothers, even though they were already adults. But he could from the way they behaved around each other that they were definitely friends and their stories sounded like fun, even though he didn´t understand half of what they were saying. Matt was still relatively new in his school because his family had moved to Westfield only half a year ago. There were a few kids he liked, of course, but there was no best friend, no one he could share jokes and memories with the way these guys apparently could with each other. And his family was great, sure, but soon enough they would have their hands full caring for the baby. He angrily blinked tears away. He wouldn´t cry, he would turn ten next month and he had his pride, after all.

Matt didn´t really know why he did it, maybe because it was already too late to find the other kids anyway, maybe to prove something to himself, but in the next moment he stepped away from the car he had hidden behind.

"A great car you have there."

The two men turned around to him, looking slightly alarmed at first. Then, a grin formed on the face of the shorter one. "Hey buddy. Always nice to meet someone who´s got taste."

"Uhhm, yeah" He smiled, trying to think of something intelligent and mature to reply and coming up empty. "I´m Matt" he said instead, a little surprised of himself. He knew that he shouldn´t talk to strangers and definitely not tell them his name, but something told him that these two wouldn´t hurt him. They were both smiling now, the one who spoke before stretching out his hand. "I´m Dean, this is my brother Sam."

Matt eyed the hand in confusion for a second before he understood. He approached them hesitantly, looking for any signs of danger, but all he saw were two friendly smiles and a grown up offering him his hand. That was new. He shook hands with Dean, then with Sam. "Pleased to meet you", he said, thinking how Mom would be proud of his manners. Then again, given the situation he was in, maybe she wouldn´t.

"Wait, you said you´re brothers?"

Dean leaned back on the car, nodding. "I know it´s hard to believe that we´re related, but yeahit´s true."

"But you are so… old!"

Only belatedly he realized that this last statement might be considered rude. Then again, Sam and Dean apparently took no mind. They looked at each other for a second before they bursted out laughing. His first instinct was to feel offended, but there was no condescension in their laughter. They just seemed to find what he said genuinely funny. Then again, maybe it was. All the siblings Matt knew were kids. Sure, his father had a brother, but they lived three hours apart from each other and would only meet three times a year for birthdays and Christmas and so it was easy to forget they were so closely related. Up until now, he never really considered that siblings remained siblings all their life.

The brothers, Sam and Dean, were still laughing and he found it hard to stay serious while Dean was bowed over, one hand on his knee and one on the car´s roof and Sam had his head thrown back, laughing harder than Matt had ever seen any other adult laugh. These two were definitely not normal, but he slowly came to the conclusion that that might actually be a good thing and started chuckling himself, the chuckle quickly turning into giggling giving way to laughter.

Dean eventually straightened, wiping his eyes. "Yeah, I guess from your perspective you could say that." he said to Matt, still grinning. Matt grinned right back, glad that his new friends didn´t take offense in what he said.

"Is Sam the big brother?" he asked; a question that made the smile on Sam´s face turn slightly smug while Dean looked positively horrified.

"That depends on how you define big", Dean replied, gesturing up and down the body of his brother. "He definitely is the biggest princess I know."

Now it was Dean´s turn to look smug and Sam rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "But when it comes to age and wisdom and charm and style, the big brother on duty is me" Dean pointed to himself.

"I´ll be a big brother too" Matt said before he could think about it. Dean nodded approvingly "That´s cool, man."

Maybe, if you have a brother like Sam. Matt´s face fell again. "I don´t know. All my parents ever talk about is the baby. And I´m going to get a little sister" he added, disappointment coloring his words.

Dean frowned in sympathy. "Oh, dude, that´s tough." He jerked his head in Sam´s direction. "I would know." Sam hit his brother´s shoulder in exaggerated outrage and Matt had to chuckle against his will.

Then, Dean´s face became serious again and he stepped forward. "Let me tell you a secret, Matt." He beckoned him closer with a conspiratorially expression. Curious, Matt stepped towards him. Dean leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Little sisters ain´t so bad. And as for your parents…You´re already pretty big, but your sister isn´t. She needs their attention and protection and she´ll need yours too. Don´t you think it´s cool that your parents trust you with that?" He gave Matt a second to think about that.

"I ain´t saying being the big brother is easy, but you´ll love it." Dean looked him straight in the eyes, serious and insistent, from one big brother to the other. Then, he leaned in even closer. "I still do."

Matt let the words sink in. He looked at Sam who eyed their conversation with a little smile and a soft expression he found hard to place, then back at Dean who gave him a tiny wink before the bright grin returned to his face and the seriousness vanished.

"So, and because today is my generous day, I´d even allow someone who can actually appreciate beauty when he sees it to take a closer look."

Dean opened the driver´s door of the car with a slight bow and made an inviting gesture. Matt gaped at him. "You sure?"

"Ask me again and I might change my mind." Even though he suspected Dean was kidding, he raced towards him, ducked under his arm and climbed up in the driver´s seat.

"Wow!"

Matt didn´t really know much about cars, but this was not like the one his parents drove, or the parents of his friends. The steering wheel was huge, the leather seats made little noises when he moved and while he couldn´t really call the interior clean with the half open duffel bag in the backseat and the food wrapper and road maps in the foot well, everything looked… cared for. It smelled faintly of fries and the oil his Dad sometimes used to clean his car and something he couldn´t define, something earthy and fresh and warm. Matt laid his hands on the steering wheel and closed his eyes, imagining that all the cars blocking the road were gone and he was alone, flying along the highway.

"So, what do you think?"

Matt opened his eyes with a start only to look into Dean´s expectant face. "It´s amazing" Matt beamed and Dean grinned and raised his hand. "I knew you were an expert. Come on, up top!"

"Uhhm, Matt?" Sam had stayed outside, but now his head appeared in the open window. "Did you tell your parents that you would go on a little trip?"

My parents! A frantic glance on his watch revealed that he had already been gone for over half an hour. They´ll kill me! Matt only managed to shake his head, his mind still frozen with shock.

"Does your mother wear a blue skirt and a white shirt?" Sam continued asking and Matt forced himself to climb out of the car, using Sam´s tall frame to hide behind while at the same time being able to look ahead. And really, there were Mom and Dad, walking frantically down the road, crossing the lanes and shouting his name. He tried to make himself even smaller behind Sam. "They`ll be sooo mad at me."

He hated how his voice shook, making him sound like a whiny little kid, but Sam didn´t seem to notice. He dropped one of his large hands on his head and his tone was calm and reassuring. "Don´t worry, kiddo, I´m sure we can explain everything to them."

"Sam´s right, Matt." He looked up to see that Dean also exited the Chevy and stood on his other side now.

That´s when Mom spotted them. She froze in place for a second and then she started jogging towards them, Dad on her heels.

Matt expected fury in her eyes, but there was nothing but concern when she reached them and dropped down on one knee in front of him. "Hey, Mattie, are you okay?" She cupped his face with her right hand and scanned his body with experienced efficiency.

Matt was far too relieved to feel embarrassed by this open display of affection and hurried to say: "Mom, I´m so sorry I took off without saying something, I really shouldn´t have and I didn´t want to make you worry-" Now he was really crying, tears trailing down his cheeks and his voice hitching on a sob. But instead of scolding, Mom pulled him in a tight hug, rocking slowly back and forth. "Shh, it´s alright, sweetie, no harm done. "

"Wow, now that´s not something you see every day!" Matt lifted his wet eyes from Mom´s shoulders to see that Dad, who had arrived slightly out of breath, was staring at the brothers car with admiration.

Matt sniffed and cleared his throat. "It looks just like yours, Dad."

"That it does. You okay there, Mattie?" He nodded, feeling the last tears drying as Dad ruffled his hair.

"Dad collects models from old cars and he has one just like yours" Matt explained to Sam and Dean, who had taken a step back when his parents arrived.

"And you are?" Mom tightened the grip around his shoulders slightly as she addressed the brothers.

"These are Sam and Dean and they are brothers and they let me sit in their car", Matt hastily explained before his mother could get the wrong idea. "They are really nice!"

"Well, if that´s so" Dad grinned and stepped towards them. " I´m Thomas Foster and this is my wife Louise" He shook hands with his new friends. "Thank you for keeping an eye on Mattie, he can be quite a handful."

Matt was about to protest when Dean answered. "Oh, don´t worry, I have experience in that regard. Plus", he added with a wink in his direction. "Talking to Matt was the first proper conversation I had all day."

Dad chuckled and Sam took the jibe with the same amused eye roll that he seemed to have reserved especially for Dean. When Dad opened his mouth again, eyes still on the Chevy, his voice sounded a little like Matt´s when he asked if he could get just one more peppermint drop.

"You wouldn´t mind if I…?"

Dean´s face lit up and the two of them immediately launched into a discussion about old cars in general and Dean´s Chevy in particular.

"Well, knowing my husband, this might take a while" Mom stood up with a sigh, but she was smiling. "Knowing Dean, I´m certain it will." Sam agreed in a similar tone of voice. "If you want something to drink in the meantime, I´m afraid I can only offer wat-" he began, but Mom waved him off. "That´s kind of you, Sam, was it?" He barely had time to nod before she continued: "But I think it might be just the right time for ice cream. What do you say, Mattie?"

After everything that had happened in the last hour Matt completely forgot why he left the car in the first place, but, as far as he was concerned, ice cream was always a brilliant idea. "Yeah, that´d be cool! Can we get Sam and Dean something too?" He asked, excited by the idea to give something back to his new friends. Mom laughed. "Of course, if they like chocolate ice cream, their welcome to have some." The last part of the sentence was directed at Sam, who looked a little thrown off guard by the offer.

"Uhm, well, that´s very nice, Mrs. Foster, but you don´t have to-".

"Don´t you like chocolate ice cream?!" Matt stared at him with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. He´d seen a lot strange things this afternoon, but who in their right mind doesn´t like chocolate?

Sam shook his head with a slight grin. "Well yes, we do, Dean would eat little else if you let him, but-" "Well, that´s settled, then." Mom interrupted, reaching up in an attempt to pat Sam´s shoulder reassuringly and settling on his upper arm instead. "Don´t worry, we have more than enough for all of us." Turning to Matt, she added: "I´ll go and get some, you want to come with me or stay?"

"Stay" he quickly responded, cheeks turning red. Mom nodded, called out to Dad, received an absentminded "Okay, Darling" and turned around to walk back to their car.

"She keeps forgetting I´m not a baby anymore." he muttered, still slightly embarrassed. Sam gave him a sympathizing smile. "I know the feeling. Sometimes I´m surprised Dean doesn´t try to tie my shoe laces for me." Despite his words, he sounded more amused than annoyed.

Suddenly, Matt had an idea.

"Sam-", he began hesitantly, unsure how to phrase his question. This was important, so he had to get it right. "You are the little brother,right?"

The tall man nodded, looking curious.

"Well, I bet you have lots of experience with it by now and so I thought that maybe you could tell me…" he trailed of, self-conscious all of a sudden, because it seemed so silly when he said it out loud. However, it seemed that Sam already knew where he was going. "You want to know from a younger brother how being a good big brother works?"

Matt nodded, looking at his feet. "You don´t have to answer if you think it´s a stupid question" he mumbled, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"No, it´s definitely not stupid! It´s a good question, Matt." The vehemence of Sam´s disagreement made him look up again to where the younger Winchester was leaning against the side of the car, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Let me think about this for a minute."

Matt let his hands fall to his side. Something about how Sam took him completely serious made him feel taller and he allowed himself to lean back against the car as well, mirroring his friend´s pose.

Sam thought about his question for the longest time, and Matt was just about the repeat what he´d asked when the younger Winchester spoke up.

"Well, I could tell you a lot of things, I guess. Uhhm. I could tell you to play with your sister. To teach her how to button her jacket, to take her hand when you cross the street, to help her with her homework." His voice was distant, his gaze directed to the open valley stretching out in front of them. Matt tried to picture a little Dean holding a small Sam´s hand, but his imagination was already overtaxed with thinking of a Sam that was smaller than his brother, because, honestly.

"I could say that sometimes you should leave her alone when she asks you to and sometimes you should stay, whatever she says. You should accept when she doesn´t like your music or your food and you should never, under no circumstances, ever, put nair in her shampoo."

He stared up at Sam disbelievingly. "He didn´t!" A grin tugged at the tall man´s lips, his hand pushing his hair away from his eyes as if to remind himself that it was all still there. "Yep. But don´t tell him I told you."

Matt raised his hand in a solemn promise and the younger Winchester continued: " Uuhm, I could say that you should be patient with her. She may not always immediately see you want the best for her, but she will understand eventually. You shouldn´t let her win a game just to please her. Teach her how it´s done instead. Watch out for her."

Sam´s voice had gradually become quieter, slowly trailing off on that last sentence. In the silence that stretched out between them Dean and Dad could be heard, still lost in animated conversation, but Matt tried to tune them out. He wanted to remember everything he heard, commit it to memory so thoroughly he could never forget it.

When he saw Mom nearing with the cooler from the trunk of their car, Sam suddenly cleared his throat and crouched down next to him. Eye to eye. "But all of that isn´t that important, really. The thing you need to know most about little sisters is, that, no matter what you do and what you don´t, no matter how far apart you are and no matter how tall or old they get, they will always look up to you. Always love you."

The words lingered between them and Matt felt how what he´d heard echoed through his head, filling up the spaces so far lost to the persistent worry about an uncertain future and the fear of somehow being not enough to live in it. In some way he could not express, he knew that what he just heard was something big, something essential. And he would never forget it, of that he was certain.

"Ummpf."

Matt didn´t know how to respond, and so he simply didn´t. Instead, he launched himself at the kneeling Winchester, wrapping his hands around his neck and nearly knocking him over in the process. "Thanks, Sam".

After a few seconds of fighting for his equilibrium, he could feel Sam relax, slowly bringing his hands up to rest on his back ever so carefully. As if he feared he would break him otherwise. Sometimes, adults really could be completely unreasonable.

Suddenly remembering what Dad used to do to cheer him up, he reached down with his right hand and poked Sam experimentally in the ribs. "Am I allowed to tickle my sister?" He asked innocently as the older man let out a surprised yelp.

"Only if you´re prepared to deal with the revenge!"

As soon as the meaning of the words sunk in, Matt tried to wiggle himself out of Sam´s grasp, pushing and pulling at the fabric of his shirt but it was useless. In seconds he dissolved into hysterical laughter, hands wrapped around himself in an ineffective attempt to protect himself and unable to draw enough breath to call for help.

"That´s not really playing fair, Sammy. Why don´t you try that with someone your size?"

At the sound of Dean´s voice, Sam froze and Matt simply collapsed against him, still panting for air and hoping his face didn´t look as red as he felt.

"Well, I would, but I don´t see anyone around here who would fit into that category." He could practically hear Sam smirking. When he looked up, he could see Dean flex his fingers playfully, grinning like a cat. "Big talk, little bro. Come on then, bring it on."

"Just remember, you asked for it." Sam rose slowly, mirroring his brother´s stance and obviously fighting to stay serious.

"Who wants ice cream?"

The Winchesters simultaneously startled, heads wiping around to Mum who had just returned, carrying a big blue cooler. While Sam let his hands drop quickly, looking somewhat like a child caught with the hand in the cookie jar, Dean was completely focused on the cooler. "Ice cream?"

The way his eyes grew huge at her words made Mom laugh. "Yes, while you and Thomas were busy under the hood of the car we decided that right now is the perfect time for ice cream. Sam assured me you like chocolate, is that right?"

Dean nodded enthusiastically.

"Dude, you might want to close your mouth before you start drooling." Sam clasped his brother on the shoulder as he passed him while Mom set down the cooler and started rummaging through it.

"You´re lucky our companions are so generous, don´t think I let you off the hook so easily next time" the older replied without missing a beat, giving Sam a playful shove that send the taller man stumbling.

"Jerk."

"To each his own, bitch."

Matt only heard the mumbled words because he stood directly behind them, eyes widening when he thought about how long he wouldn´t be allowed to watch tv if he ever said something like that aloud. Sam and Dean didn´t seem at all bothered, standing shoulder to shoulder beside the cooler, looking completely comfortable with each other. Strange people, these brothers, Matt thought to himself, but a cool kinda strange. Well, who wants to be normal anyway?

As he heard Mom handing out ice cream cones, Dad, who had been busy inspecting the Impala´s interior, suddenly appeared next to her, looking nearly as surprised and excited about the sweets as Dean. Laughter carried over to where he still stood a few feet apart from them. For a moment, Matt find himself marveling at what he would have missed had he simply stayed in the backseat. Then he joined his family and the weirdest grown-ups he´d ever met, figuring that maybe he doesn´t mind becoming a big brother all that much.

That´s it for now. I´ve got three more chapters done and plan to update regularly. Is there anything in particular that you want to see? Then leave a prompt in the comments. I can´t promise I can fill it, but I can promise to try. See ya around:)