Disclaimer: I'm not Kripke. If I was, many characters would still be alive – or at least, have come back from the dead.
Dean rubbed a hand across his face as he pulled into the Winchester home of the month. It had been a rough few weeks, those vamps had really taken the whole "hunting" thing seriously – they'd been clever, forced Dean to track them across the country. He smiled grimly. He'd gotten them though, when he'd finally worked his way through all the false leads. Shutting the car door, he flipped open his cell and called Sammy's.
"Hey, I'm back. Let me in, would ya?" A few seconds passed, in which Sam would be looking out to check it was him, and the door opened.
"Dean! What took you so long?"
"Oh, they were a bunch of sneaky ass bastards." Dean said, stepping into a dingy room. "Took me a while to get to them, but I got them eventually. They weren't so smart then." He added with a smirk. "Dad in?"
"No, but he should be back by tomorrow. We're stocked up on almost-food, so you can help yourself."
"Sweet," he deadpanned, and headed for what looked like it had once resembled a kitchen like area.
"Glad you're back, man," Sam finished, and gave him a brief hug.
Dean froze.
He looked carefully up at Sammy once he relinquished his grip. Up. Oh, no. No way. It wasn't possible. I mean, the kid had been growing a lot lately, he was sixteen for Christ's sake, but no. Dean was 6'1", there was just no way…
Sammy – his little Sammy – was taller than him.
"You ok, Dean?" Sammy said, looking at him oddly.
"Um, oh, yeah, fine," he was blinking a bit too rapidly. "You know, I think I'll just call it a night." Sam was definitely looking at him weird now.
"Ok? Bed's over there," he said, gesturing to a room to his left.
"Cool. Good talk," Dean clapped Sammy on the shoulder before walking a tad dazedly out and collapsing facedown on the nearest bed.
Wasn't it just a while ago when the kid was running around his waist? He was just a little kid, after all. Only problem was, he wasn't quite so little anymore.
Sammy was growing up. And Dean just couldn't accept that.
He groaned into his pillow. "Son of a bitch."
