Dean Winchester walked beside his younger brother past a park. He couldn't help but notice a small boy run to the swings and jump on one.

"Mommy, watch me!" The little boy called out, "Watch me, Mommy!" He swung higher.

Dean couldn't help but stop and stare. His mind went back into a memory:

Four-year-old Dean ran into the park with his mother close behind. She pushed a stroller with a three-month-old Sam inside.

Dean had found the swings, his favorite thing at the local park.

"Watch how high I can swing, Mommy!" He cried out to Mary as she sat on a bench. She pulled Sam out of the stroller and sat him on her lap. "Make Sammy watch too!"

"We're watching!" She answered back. He loved the fact he was being watched over. Even at such a young age he knew what that meant. He was loved and he had to show his new baby brother that he was loved as well. Even though Sam had only been around for three short months, Dean knew he loved that boy. Beside that, Dean knew Sam loved him back.

Dean loved the feeling of the swings. He felt like he could do anything! He was repelling out of a helicopter in the air force and then running into a building before grenade was dropped on his position.

He was jumping off of a fire truck and sprinting to the hoses to put a fire out.

He was a pilot landing his aircraft on the runway all over the world. England, Italy, China, Russia, anywhere, and everywhere.

He could hear his brother clapping and squealing joyously, bringing him back to his most favorite place to be. At the park with his mother and little brother. He opened his eyes as he went back and his hair whipped around his face.

"Sammy, watch me!" He called again. He pushed himself higher and higher. Sam's squeals became louder, encouraging Dean to take a leap. He moved his hands around and slid forward on the plastic seat. The swing fell back then began to fall forward. Dean took his chance. He launched himself off the swing, flying high into the air with the swing falling back behind him. He was on his own. His dreams of flying and adventure coming true with his little brother there to witness it happen. He neared the ground and landed feet first.

As if he were back in his dream of being in war he shot off in the direction of his brother as though the ground where he stood was unstable. Once he reached his family he hugged his brother.

"What did you think, Sammy?" He asked once he let go. Sam's response was a few claps and a burp making his mother and older brother laugh.

"Dean?" Sam's voice brought him back to the here-and-now.

"Yeah?" He tore his eyes off the little toe-headed boy on the swings and focus on his brother.

"Are you okay?" His face showed worry and confusion.

"Yeah, Sammy. I'm fine." Dean forced a smile at his distraught younger brother. "Let's get going." Sam nodding and the boys slipped into the Impala. Dean stole one last look at the little boy. He so wanted to hold on to that innocence, that love, that memory. But things were too different. He was different. He stuck the keys in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life and he shifted into drive. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Sam smiled at him and for a moment Dean saw the old Sam. The one he would do anything for. And in that split second Dean felt normal. Well, as normal as someone could with the life he led.


A/N: Okay so this was my first one shot. Not sure how I did. What did you guys think? I would love to hear from you! Let me know if you liked it or if I should give up on one shots. LOL Well thanks guys!

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Britt