Sammy ran into the motel room, sobbing. Dean hadn't expected this- Sam had been waiting the whole summer for the first day of first grade.

"Sammy, kid, what's wrong?"

"Rick stole my backpack!"

That's what was missing- the backpack. Dean felt rage in his tiny 10-year-old body, rage that should have been foreign to him.

"Don't worry. I'll get your stuff back."

The small boy looked up at his brother, gratitude and hero worship clear in his eyes.

Dean knew that one day, they would have bigger problems than a swiped backpack, but there was plenty of time before then.

EO Challenge: Swipe. A little bit of Weechester fluff to read. Review please! :D