Dare to Dream about the Impossible

By twilightercullenxoxo (who might be changing her name soon)

I don't own the rights to Supernatural. Psh. I wish I did, of course.

Dean held Sam's tiny hand. "Come on, it's time to cross," he said to his little brother. Sam looked up at him, his eyes full of trust and wonder. Dean loved that look, especially when it was directed at him. It made him feel extra special. He sometimes thought he grew ten feet whenever Sammy looked at him like that.

They crossed, and Dean exhaled a deep sigh of relief when he'd realized they had made it without incident. Sam smiled and pulled Dean. "Come on, let's go home, Dean!" Dean laughed, and then headed in that direction. For once, he was able to be a carefree kid. He was twelve years old, and had the responsibility of someone twice his age. Most of the time, of course. He actually had somewhat forgotten what it felt like to be a kid. He liked to let himself live vicariously through his younger brother.

If only for a little while, they were two normal kids. The life of a hunter stayed away from them. Sam and Dean walked up to their house, seeing the Impala in the driveway. Dean took in a deep breath, and exhaled silently. Back to work, he thought sadly. He walked in the door, where he saw John quickly packing up their belongings. "Good, you boys are home. Go into your room, and load up. We're going to Texas for the next few weeks."

Sam sighed sadly, and stalked off to his room. Dean looked at John. "Did it go well?" "Yep, just like I said it would," Dean nodded, helping John gather up his books. John smiled, "Thanks. Go check on Sam." Dean walked into the room, where Sam was quickly packing his stuff into his duffle. Dean grabbed his own duffle and shoved things in. The smile from earlier was gone, replaced by a sad expression. He'd made friends here, he'd turned seven here.

"It's going to be okay, Sam. You'll like Texas, trust me." "I've already been to Texas, Dean! Remember? Last year?" he said in that haughty tone of voice most little kids got whenever they felt like they were being misunderstood. This, for Sammy, was a lot of the time. "Well, maybe Texas will be better this time. You are seven after all," Dean said proudly. Sam nodded, "Yeah…I guess…"

Sam smiled at Dean, "Thanks..." "Anytime, bro…anytime,"