A/N: Again can't stop my brain from thinking.

I don't own anything. Uhh, I think this will take place right before "Free to Be You and Me"

Dean sighed as he scanned the aisle for pies, pie always made everything better. He looked over the choices, placing a finger to his head. A little hand reaches up for Apple.

"My brother likes this one," the voice announces.

Dean looks at the little boy, and he's hit with major déjà vu. The kid had a mop of curly brown hair, a round face. He looked like Sammy.

"Well your brother has good taste," Dean tells him and looks up at the aisle searching for the kid's mother, but no one was in the aisle.

"My brother loves pie, he says it's better than cake," the boy continued.

"Thanks there kid, now where's your mommy?" asks Dean, he didn't want to leave the kid alone.

The boy looked at his shoes, and played with his hands before answering, "mommy's up in heaven with the angels that's what my brother said,"

Dean felt an instant ping of guilt, "sorry to hear about your Mom kiddo, my mom's dead too stinks huh?"

"Yep, but it's okays mister I've still got my daddy and my big brother,"

"That's the spirit,"

"What about you? Do you have your daddy?"

Dean shook his head sadly. The kid pouted his lips and Dean had to do a double take, it was almost identical to his brother's, and a crazy thought came to him.

"Hey kid, what's your brother's name?"

"Dean," he answered immediately.

Dean cursed underneath his breath, "please don't tell me your name is Sammy,"

His eyes widened, "how did you know?"

SPNSPN

"Where's my little brother?" was the demand.

Sam was holding ice to his eye, there was a kid giving him the death glare his arms folded. The punch had caught him off-guard and he certainly was not going to fight a little kid.

"I don't know where your little brother is! I've told you that already! Look maybe if you tell me about your little brother I'll help you find him!" and his phone began to ring loudly, Sam hold up a hand to the kid, "stay. Hello?"

"Sam?" it's Dean's voice.

Sam took a deep breath, "hey, you okay?"

"Uh I'm fine actually, I was just curious if you were," Dean stated.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Hold on a second," there was a brief pause, "Sammy say hello to Sam,"

And a much higher-pitched little voice comes onto the line, "hello, is your name Sam too?"

Before Sam could give an answer, there's a small little noises made between Dean and little Sammy over the phone.

"Damn I forgot how stubborn and annoying you use to be,"

Sam's eyes traveled to kid. The dark blonde hair, the green eyes and the freckles how come he hadn't seen it before?

"I don't think little Sammy's the only one who uh came to the future, I had a rather interesting meeting with your past-self,"

He heard Dean chuckle, "what did I do to you?"

"Gave me a black eye…..-Dean erupted into laughter, "Dean this isn't funny, how are they even here?"

"Beats me,"

SPNSPN

Dean turned to stare at the younger version of his little brother, who had fallen asleep in the backseat of the car. He ruffled the boy's hair before gently taking the boy out of the car and resting him on his hip, Sammy's head landing on his shoulder. Room 103, he knocked and when the door opened he had to look down.

"Give me my brother!" was the petulant cry and his arms were open.

"Are you sure-

"Just give him his brother back, he's been driving me up a wall please for my sanity gave him his brother," Sam calls out from behind the door.

The younger Dean struggled a bit under the five-year-old's weight but managed to get a good grip on the boy. Sammy's eyes fluttered open.

"Dean?" he asked.

"Don't worry Sammy, it's me I've got you,"

"Good missed you," and little Sammy wrapped his arms around little Dean's neck squeezing it tightly.

Sam walked towards Dean, his eye was completely red and puffy right now.

"Man I did a number on you, and look I'm probably not even a teenager yet," Dean complimented his own handiwork.

"Yes Dean you're awesome," Sam rolled his good eye.

"Well I thought you hurt Sammy," little Dean interjected placing Sammy onto the bed and pulling the covers back and then over him, "sorry, it's just he's so little and doesn't get who to trust and who not too and I thought he was hurt,"

"It's okay we won't hurt him," Dean informed him, "or you for that matter,"

"Who are you?" young Dean asked.

A/N: I would die if this was in an episode(past&future meeting)

Anyway Happy Thanksgiving