Dean impatiently wanted for Sam outside school. The usually happy boy was replaced by a distraught one. He was walking slowly, scuffing his sneakers on the sidewalk. He was staring at his feet and moving slowly.
Dean met him halfway," What's wrong, Sammy?"
Sam didn't say a word, just handed him a Mother's Day card that he'd made in class.
"Did you tell your teacher Mom is gone?"
Sam shook his head.
"Why not?"
"I didn't want pity from the other kids," Sam's eyes glistened.
Dean understood. He put the card in his backpack and put an arm around his brother's shoulders.
"Forget about it, Sammy," Dean let out a deep breath," Let's go home and have candybar.'
"We don't have candybars," Sam replied.
"Oh, yes, we do," Dean looked very smug. "I found a couple in Dad's dresser when I was putting laundry away the other day. The old man's been holding out on us. I say "Finder's Keepers" rule applies."
Sam gave him a big smile that showed off his dimples.
Dean always knew how to make it be okay.