AN: A little Weechester piece I wrote ages ago. My computer is sadly dead, so I am going over what I have backed up and trying to post it--since it will be a while till you guys get any of my new stuff. I miss my computer -sadface-

Anyway enjoy!


On the other hand you have different fingers- Jack Handey

"Chubacubra, that's a good first hunt for you Sammy," Dean stated. It was an easy job, one most hunters wouldn't have even paid attention too. Easy, simple…safe. The perfect job to train on.

Dean had mixed feelings about letting his brother hunt at all. He liked having Sam in his sight, and the thought of hunting beside him seemed right in a way Dean couldn't really explain.

On the other hand there was something reassuring about knowing Sam was safely back at the motel—or wherever they found themselves residing.

"You think so?" Sam asked hopefully.

Sam seemed to think he was ready, but Dean was not so sure he was. The kid was amazing at research. Sammy volunteered for that job years ago. John and Dean had both been pleasantly surprised by just how easily he took to it. He seemed to abound with random knowledge and retain everything he read.

But there was a world of difference between knowing and doing, a difference that walked the line between life and death on a hunt.

That was not the only reason for Dean's hesitation. He knew with painful finality that once one started hunting there was no going back. It was how Dean was raised, it was what he knew…it was who he was, but did he want that to be who Sammy was? Could he live with that reality?

Dean was not in any way naïve. He knew the time would come soon enough, but did it have to be this soon?

"It'll be so easy you'll barely get over the pre-hunt jitters before it's all over," the older replied encouragingly.

Those big doe eyes turned to him. Dean was not blind; he knew Sammy wanted to be just like him. He wanted to be just like his big brother, but Sam didn't know what he was asking for.

He heard their Dad's call to come. Dean looked at his brother. Those eyes that revealed so much, those eyes so innocent. Dean could only pray that those would still be the eyes that looked up to him after this hunt. He could only pray that Sammy would still be Sammy.