A/N- Okay this first story is for a challenge for Niknakz93. Had to pick a season of the year and write whatever came to mind. And this is what was in my mind! Enjoy!

Niknakz93 Supernatural Season Challenge

Inspiration: Excerpt from Chapter 43 of my other story 'The Warrior Protector and The Shield'.

Sam was showing Steph the proper way to play the pinball machine that really had a mind of it's own. "See what I mean by it being really old?" he smiled standing beside of said machine. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Don't tell the owner, but Dean was the one who broke it. Years ago." he laughed, "Of course at that time the owner was this guy's grandfather and a total hard ass. But he let us come in here because he knew Bobby and our dad."

Steph smiled. It seems that she's been doing that a lot lately and most of the time it was because of Sam. "Dean broke it? How did Dean break it?"

Sam- "He claims it ate his quarter and tried to tilt the machine as best he could to try knocking the quarter loose." he smiled back at her. Glad to see that she was having some fun after earlier.

Steph- "Did he at least succeed in getting his quarter back?"

Sam smiled remembering his ticked off brother's face as they walked back to Bobby's place after spending the day in town as teenagers. "The only thing he succeeded in doing was screwing up this machine that used to work like a champ."

Sam and Dean, their girls and their younger brother Adam were sitting at a table at a bar in downtown Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

Today had been the great big training day or as Stephany and Amanda called it 'Field Day', but then they had gotten some pretty devastatingly groundbreaking news about the girls' father among many other things. So it was decided that they'd go out to try and clear their minds; just finish the day off with a good time.

They had already danced to that song 'Smooth' and Adam was trying to keep the drunk college girl he danced with from getting into too much trouble. She had already tried starting a dance contest against all the other women there, but everyone knew she was lit like a Christmas tree, so they just let her be and ignored her.

"So Dean, you and the pinball machine have a nice little rivalry don't cha?" Stephany asked hinting that she wanted to hear of the story.

Dean glanced over at the pinball machine in disdain, "That we do." He took another swallow from his beer and just sat there glaring at the machine, thinking through what had lead up to that moment.

The sisters looked between each other and Amanda broke the silence. "Well are you going to tell us about it or what?"

Dean started, "Let me tell you a story…"

Adam laughed, "Okay, tell us a story, you epic storyteller you."

Flashback to Summer of 1996

There was this one time when they went to Uncle Bobby's and were going to stay there for a little while because John had gotten a broken leg and needed to mend before going on many more hunts. The boys both as young teenagers (Sam 13 and Dean 17) were unusually bored out of their minds. John had been super cranky and angry since he broke his leg. He was just itching to get back out there hunting things, to find and kill the thing that had murdered his wife; not sit on his ass tending to his leg.

Sam and Dean were sitting in front of the TV watching some old re-run of Thundercats, though Dean would claim he was much too old and mature for the show; he loved it. But alas it was one of their least favorite episodes. Dean being the awesome big brother that he is decided to annoy little Sammy, who hadn't quite had his growth spurt yet.

The older Winchester brother slouched down into the sofa a bit acting as if he was trying to get comfy, but rather it was to get that perfect position that would allow him to pester Sam without recognizing it too soon.

Dean put his arm across the back of the sofa and rested it there for a moment then flicked Sam's brown hair while acting interested in the show. He watched from the corner of his eye as Sam turned to glare at him.

'Kids getting good.' he thought to himself as Sam looked back to the TV.

Next thing you know, Dean's blatantly annoying poor Sam. He was poking his arm just being a royal pain in the ass. After a while Sam had had enough of it. The younger Winchester poked his brother back harder than Dean was poking him. A poke turned into a smack on the arm; a smack on the arm into a punch followed by some diving moves that landed both brothers on the floor fighting…all because they were bored.

Although in pain John hobbled from his seat at the kitchen table to see what was going on. What he saw didn't amaze or surprise him in the least. His two sons were rolling around on the floor basically trying to kill each other. This is the third fight he has had to break up since they got to Bobby's, all of them started by none other than Dean. It's part of what made him realize that his oldest was just like him, restless. With a sigh John bellowed into the room, "Boys! Off the floor now!"

Both Dean and Sam scrambled to their feet heeding their father's orders.

"Yeah, dad?" Dean asked hoping that he wouldn't have to sit through another long boring lecture about not fighting with your brother.

John glared at them, "Why don't you two go do something in town." he said and added looking at Dean, "Something that requires you to be out of the house with your brother." Then he glanced over at Sam as he dug into his pocket. "Here, go into town enjoy the day. Just stay out of my hair." He tossed Dean the keys to the Impala.

Dean caught the keys surprised, "Seriously? You-you're letting me drive the Impala?"

"Yes." John growled. "Now go before I change my mind."

The pair of brothers got into town where Sam was subjected to watching his brother hit on the cute chick behind the counter at the ice cream parlor. Sam had remembered Dean doing the same thing last summer with this very girl, yet somehow Dean didn't recognize this little fact. Last summer, she said yes to a date with him and then last minute he had to cancel due to dad finding another hunt. Sam saw a sneaky look about her compared to last summer.

"So could I get two chocolate cones to go?" Dean asked the cute girl behind the counter. She nodded and he took the time to look over at Sam with his 'I got the girl'-look. She soon returned and held both out for Dean.

When he leaned in to grab them she smashed the one up into his face, stating, "That's for last summer you jerk! I liked you! I really did! Then you just go and leave without even saying a word!" Then she handed Sam the other cone and with a smile said, "Here you go little brother." She quickly glared at Dean one last time before storming off as everyone in the ice cream shop stared at her outburst. She wasn't one to get mad easily, but this is what Dean Winchester will do to you.

Back To the Present:

Amanda burst with laughter, "Oh man! I like her! She got spunk! Ha ha ha ha! Is she still around town, I'd like to meet her?"

"Me too. But what a waste of perfectly good ice cream. Such a shame." Steph sadly shook her head, with a laugh.

"No, she left the next summer for some college overseas." Sam explained, "Hear that she's some big-time news reporter or something."

"Man, you screwed yourself with that chick." Adam laughed shaking his head.

Dean growled popping a few pretzels into his mouth.

Sam picked up where his brother had left off. "So after Dean got cleaned up, we went to the movies. Do you remember what movie we watched Dean?"

"…No." he shook his head.

"Ah, doesn't matter anyway. It was a good movie, I know that much. But when we got outside we thought we'd die."

Back to that day in the Summer Of 1996

The Winchester boys had watched the newest scary movie and easily pointed out the things that were wrong with the lore in the plot eating a big ole bucket of popcorn slathered in that delicious buttery goodness. A few other movie theater-goers had shushed them because by the end of the movie they were quite obnoxious yelling at the scream queen of the movie for running right into the werewolf's path.

"NO! Go the other way!" Sam yelled swatting his hands in the air as if that would help.

"She's a hottie. Man, if she were here…" Dean smirked staring at her run through a barely lit alleyway. "I'd tell her to follow me…" he leaned down in his seat, "…to my room."

In the darkness of the theater Sam rolled his eyes as the credits rolled after they ended the movie on a cliffhanger. "That werewolf was so totally wrong. They don't have 'snouts' like a dog does. Stupid Hollywood." he complained as they walked out of the theater.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks. "No, no, no, no!" He ran up to the edge of the sidewalk where he had parked the Impala, but the spot was empty. "The Impala's been kidnapped and we're so dead." Dean said freaking out.

Sam stood there watching his brother and trying to figure out what could have happened.

Present:

"Wait,…YOU DID WHAT?" Amanda, Stephany, and Adam exclaimed. "Don't tell me you left the keys in the ignition?" Amanda continued glaring at Dean.

"No!" Dean quickly retorted.

"Okay, I'm by far not a car freak or grease monkey, but how could you let something happen that beautiful car?" Steph said unbelieving, she's noticed Dean's affection and all the special attention that he paid to his car.

"Just listen to the story." he grumbled while motioning for Sam to continue.

Flashback:

"Uhh,…" little 13 year old Sam muttered drawing a blank on what could have happened to the Impala.

"Now is not the time to be drawin' a blank Sammy!" Dean yelled frustrated.

"It's Sam!" the younger Winchester raised his voice. "And I don't know what could've happened to the Impala. But Dad's gonna kill us if he finds out."

"No shit, Sherlock!" Dean shouted.

"You don't have be so freakin' rude all the time. Jeez." Sam huffed looking down the road for any signs of what could've happened. "Okay first things first, do you still have the keys?"

Dean simply pulled the keys from his pocket with a bored look.

"Alright." Sam said slowly. "… Enemies, do you…" he widened his eyes as did Dean. "You just had to be a natural flirt, didn't you?"

A half smile spread across Dean's face, "Can't help it I'm a looker."

"Earning you loads of enemies. Okay, most recent enemy, girl at the ice cream shop."

"Nah, she's too nice." Dean noted.

"True, but you made her not nice with your ways." Sam pointed out. "Who else?…"

Just then of all times they heard a familiar rumble of a classic muscle car. Both turned to the rumble to see their smiling father speed down the road towards them with Bobby in his pick-up behind him.

"Hey, boys. We got a case to work a few counties over. We'll be back tomorrow. Don't stay out too late." John explained to them.

"But Dad, what about your leg?" Sam asked ticked with his father's obsession getting in the way of his health.

"It's a small hunt. Just an annoying ghost." John replied shrugging it off.

"Then why is Bobby going with?" Sam snappily asked.

"Sammy." Dean warned glad that it was just his overactive imagination and that the Impala was perfectly safe.

John glared for a moment, "Be good. Stay out of trouble. And no fighting." He pointed a firm finger at them before laying his foot on the gas causing the car to lurch forward. Bobby followed and waved to them mouthing for them to be good.

"Oh! That was a crappy build up." Adam complained.

"Well too damn bad. That's what happened." Dean sassed and then laughed. "Remember what happened next?"

"How could I forget." Sam laughed leaning back in his seat.

Dean and Sam had walked across town and reached a small farm with a few cows, pigs, horses, and of course some chickens. There was a kid about 15 or 16 that was feeding the horses. They stopped and had a conversation with Evan, who eventually challenged Dean to ride the biggest, baddest stallion his father owned because Dean had been very rude to him. Being the big macho young man that he is, Dean accepted.

"Dean, I don't think you should be doing this. It's too dangerous." Sam tried to persuade him away from doing this.

"How bad could it be? It's not some monster or demon. It's just a horse. Gotta be dominant." Dean smirked while hopping up over the wooden fence.

Evan calmed down the stallion enough for Dean to get on and then backed off knowing that he wouldn't last long.

The stallion shook its head after looking back at Dean and snorted as it took a few steps forward. Then it started to buck around causing the older Winchester brother to hold onto the stallion's mane for dear life. Not long after Dean was thrown from the horse's back into the dry dirt. The stallion stood at Dean's side and kicked at the dirt, then huffed sending the particles of dirt into Dean's face. Then it seemed to have laughed while nudging at Dean's leg for him to get up and well…Dean he practically ran out of the enclosed pen.

Sam was laughing so bad he was rolling around on the ground holding his aching diaphragm. "Ha ha ha… I told, I tol, ha ha ha! I told ya…" Sam sat up with moist eyes. "I told ya so!"

"Shut up, Sammy!" Dean stabbed the air violently.

"Man, I was so freaking pissed then, but looking back now it was pretty funny." Dean noted.

"You got thrown on your ass." Amanda snickered. "That's what you get for tryin' to be Macho Man, all dominant."

"Then…" Sam laughed, "Then as we were leaving the farm some huge pig came running out of nowhere and chased us off of the property."

Dean nearly choked on his sip of beer as he laughed. He wiped his lips just to be certain that he didn't spit any of it out. "That pig was a nasty bastard wasn't he? Nearly caught us and tried to bite my leg off."

"You boys have too much fun." Stephany laughed and looked to see where Adam's drunk college girl had run off to. "Oh gosh!"

Everyone turned to see that Adam's new friend was off trying to dance on the bar with sky high pumps that were like those of the Spice Girls.

"Ellie!" Adam ran across the bar to get her down.

"Back to your story, where does the pinball story come into play?" Stephany asked turning back to Dean and Sam.

"Okay, here it comes." Dean smiled.

After the encounter with the wild and very rabid farm animals, the brothers Winchester started back into town. By the time they reached town it was sticky hot outside and made Dean complain like he normally does about the heat.

"How can it seriously be this freakin' hot at the beginning of summer." Dean stated pulling at his gray t-shirt trying to circulate some air.

"Stop running your mouth and it'll be a little less hot." Sam retorted.

Dean stopped turning to his little brother. "Don't you dare tell me what to do! I'm older than you, you shrimp!"

"I'll get taller!" Sam shot back.

"Yeah, and then you'll be a freakin' giant, right?"

"…No!" Sam replied. "Let's get back to town."

"Looks as if I was right and you were wrong, Sasquatch." Dean laughed.

Sam sighed and continued the story. "So eventually we made it into town and came here of all places.

Dean and Sam waltzed right on into a bar that their father and Bobby frequented when the Winchesters stayed in town. The owner, Harris; groaned seeing them come in, but noticed how worn out they looked.

"What can I get for ya boys?" Harris, an older man with strong military background and still sported the crew cut; asked. "Wait I already know the answer, juice boxes." He turned around grabbing a pair of glasses and filled them with some soda.

"Ha ha ha, you're still funny Harris." Dean laughed sitting down on one of the stools.

"And you're still a juvenile punk. Now Sam here, he's an alright kid. You could learn a thing or two or everything from him." Harris said annoyed with the older Winchester's presence.

Dean didn't like being compared to Sam, but the way he looked at it; Harris was old and senile. So he could really care less since it came from Harris' mouth.

"Pretty sure he could learn a lot from me too." Dean laughed gulping down the cool soda. "Hit me with another." He waited and then looked up at Harris who glared at him. "…Please?"

Harris filled his glass again while Sam was off throwing some darts. He had been getting a lot better at throwing since Bobby taught him how to aim properly. Dad had tried too teach him good aim, but they got nowhere.

Some time later, Sam was getting bored of throwing darts and turned to find Dean over at the pinball machine. He started over to his older bother, who all of a sudden looked around the bar checking to see where Harris was. When he didn't see him, he tilted the machine hard. Sam could have sworn that with how angry Dean looked he could have lifted the machine up completely and shake it wildly. Dean stopped trying to tilt the machine for a moment and did it again.

"What the hell are you doing Dean?" Sam demanded with wide eyes.

"The damn thing ate my quarter!" Dean answered in a harsh growl glaring at the machine. "And it won't give it back!" He smacked the top of the machine for good measure. "Give me back my quarter!" He again attacked the machine and all the little lights started to go wild, flashing. Then the loud sounds set in as if screaming about it's torture.

"WINCHESTER!" the boys heard Harris call from in the back storage room and they quickly glanced at each other thinking the same thing, 'Run!'

"Harris would have came after us with his shotgun!" Dean chuckled.

"Us? No, no, no. He would have some after you, not me. He liked me." Sam corrected his brother.

"He would have considered you an accomplice." Dean smirked. "Remember he said 'Winchester'. Not 'Dean'. There is a difference."

"You ran off without your quarter?" Amanda shook her head sipping her soda. "Coward."

"Hey, you've never seen Harris. He's a big scary lookin' dude." Dean replied and glanced over at the infamous pinball machine. "Oh jeez!" he laughed looking away quickly.

"What?" was the general reaction to Dean and then hysterical laughter as they saw Adam's drunk college girl climbing up onto the pinball machine and Adam trying to coax her off of it.

"Quiet!" Ellie loudly shushed him as she tried to lay back thinking that it was her bed. "I'm…I'mma goin'…goin' nighty-night!"

"Ellie, that isn't your bed. Come on, let's get you home." Adam said pulling her back up to the sitting position.

"I am home…" Ellie started to lay back down again and a very frustrated Adam pulled her back up and swung her over his shoulder. "Oooo, Adds you have a very nice bum!" she giggled and tried to smack it only to fail miserably.

Adam stopped by the table his brothers and the Stack girls sat at. "I'm going to make sure she gets home alright and…"

"Hey Adds, your brothers are hot too!" Ellie said from somewhere behind him.

"And we're leaving now." Adam said repositioning her over his shoulder. "See ya."

They watched Adam leave and decided to call it a night.

"Is there anymore to this story?" Amanda asked as they started back to Bobby's place.

"Actually there is." Sam said from the backseat where him and Steph were holding hands finally giving into the whole soul mates thing. "It was pretty late, much like it is right about now; when we started back to Bobby's. While in town Dean bought some fireworks and…" he paused looking up into the rearview at Dean's smiling face. "We lit them all in this field along the way. It was a lot of fun." Sam himself smiled reminicsing the about that moment.

Both Winchester brothers remembered this memorable day as their favorite summer day ever. Despite it's wicked boring start.