Riding in a car for twelve hours straight was really boring. Sam Winchester, a six-year-old boy, sighed as he tried to keep still. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and started pestering his brother. "Deeeeaaan. Play a game with me."

"Not right now, Sammy," Dean replied sleepily. "Take a nap or something."

"But I just woke up," Sammy protested. "Deeaan, I'm bored."

"Stop being such a baby."

Normally, that would shut Sam up efficiently, but not today. "Please, Dean, I'm really bored. Play a game with me."

"We shouldn't bug Dad."

"We won't bug Dad! You don't mind if we play a game, do you, Dad?" Sam pleaded to their father, John, who was driving.

"Just don't make too much noise," John replied.

Dean sighed. "Fine, Sammy. What do you want to play?"

Now Sam was stumped. "I dunno," he admitted. "Something."

"Well, figure it out, and then maybe I'll play with you," Dean laughed.

Sam fell silent. Then his face brightened. "Twenty questions!" he said, delighted.

"Okay," Dean agreed. "I'll guess first."

"I've got something."

"Person, place or thing?"

"Thing."

"Small enough to hold in your hands?"

"Yes."

"Is it in the Impala with us right now?"

"Yes!"

"Can you see it?"

"Um…no."

"Is it in the trunk?"

"I don't think so."

"Is it food?"

"No…"

"So it isn't my sandwich?"

Sammy laughed. "No, it isn't your sandwich, Dean."

"I dunno, Sammy, is it…is it something of Dad's?"

"Yup!"

"Does he bring it with him everywhere?"

"Yes."

"It's his journal, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Sam said, completely thrilled that Dean had gotten it right. "Okay, your turn."

"Okay. Got it."

"Person, place or thing?"

"Place."

"Those are hard! Okay. Is it a place we've been recently?"

"Yes."

"Is it a city?"

"No."

"A state?"

"No. Think smaller."

"A building!"

"Yeah…"

"Is it Uncle Bobby's house?"

"Yeah! Good job, Sammy."

"I did it! I did it!"

"Yeah you did! Do you want to play again?" Dean offered.

"Not right now. I'm tired." Sam yawned. "I think I will take a nap now."

"You do that, Sammy. Sleep well." Dean reached over and ruffled his hair.

With Sam asleep, the car seemed almost too quiet. Not wanting to have to start a conversation, John Winchester reached over and turned the volume up on the radio. Kansas' "Dust in the Wind" was playing. Even half asleep, Sam hummed along. Dean joined him, but quietly enough so their father didn't hear.

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